The Mortal Instruments: City of Bones. Review.

I had an opportunity to a preview screening of the upcoming movie which is based on book of "The Mortal Instruments" by Cassandra Clare.

Although I was at the preview, had some fun with photobooth, goodie bag filled by NYX make up and free popcorn with coke, still, all the freebies unable to make me really good at a movie reviews. Comments & thoughts, maybe. Anyways, that is what people do as soon as they got up from the seat at the end of movie and created buzzing effect along the way to the parking lot.

 'HoYeah'

 MEH.

So, here is my thought about this movie:

GOTH.

So, that's the first word came into my mind. The costume, the make up, the background, everything - like, gothic look alike people can be heroes. And then as the story went by, I can see a mixture of 'Beautiful Creatures' with a pinch of 'Twillight', coated with 'Underworld' and 'The Matrix'. Holy cow! That girl can dodge bullets attacking devil!

and somehow, I giggled a bit towards the end of the movie. Because it reminds me of 'GhostBusters'. How about that?

But overall, it was more like 'The Beautiful Creature' where this girl do not know how powerful she is until her certain birthday. She is partly angel and partly human which makes Mom trying to hide her from the truth, but not for very long because you can't hide from destiny. So she starting to doodle a rune in her wake and sleep until she see something and someone when ordinary human can't see - Devil and devil hunter (or they called themselves as a 'shadowhunter' to make it sound more gothic)

In this episode (did I just said, episode?) The instrument is a goblet, a cup which can extend Shadowhunter's life, a holygrail that can give limitless power who posses it (oh well, they been hunting and killing for it since Indiana Jones by the way). And now Jay-Z claimed it through his album 'Magna Carta'

AND City of Bones is a place where the 'Silent Brothers' gain power from the bones of these shadowhunters - like a graveyard and you can see it like 2 minutes in this movie which makes me wonder why the title is City of Bones while the City of Bones seems like not really a highlight in this story at all. The Mortal Instruments: 'The Prize Cup' would be more appropriate, I guess. Since it was all about that cup from the beginning until the end.

Then there were vampires, warewolf, a little bit of romance, warlock and witches which reminds me of Team Jacob and Harry Potter. Team Edward has to wait because it will come up in the sequel, I guess.

I said Harry Potter because these Shadowhunters cast a spell in by writing symbol, or rune on the palm of their hand and shove it to the enemy or waving it to get things done (besides kicking devil's ass with some cool martial art and cool gadget). So, I don't know which way is easier in fighting your enemies. By mumbling  'Expecto Patronum' or 'Avada Kadavra' and wave wand OR writing some symbol on your palm and waving it out. But I know shooting a gun is always the easiest. That's why I always like Lara Croft.

and oh!! it was kind of shocking to know Gothic and Gay can really coexist in shadowhunter world. A very awkward scene in this one. And incest is almost happen in the middle of this story too. See? This isn't a bad movie after all. It has a lot of element of surprise and at the same time it gave you a deja vu - "hhmm I've seen this before.. but, where?".

As usual, 'the force be with you' - the good wins and the evil lose. They will start filming the sequel : City of Asses Ashes this year September with a 2014 release date. How about that.

Oh God. It's not like I'm ruining a good movie, but I'm ruining a good review which people used to read.

So, that is all. From my empty thoughts. Better than hate thoughts though!

Um, I told you. Im not good at movie review! 'A mundane' kata Jace.

I give this movie 3.5 out of 5. Because Lily Collins is beautiful as always.

The End.

I dream.

Dear William, thank you for letting me keep the crown, anyway its too slippery for your almost baldy head. Yes I lost to Kate now but I know we are destiny to be like your daddy Charles & step mother Camilla in 15 years time. I will get you back here on my lap. Love u. xoxo.










I know. It’s a fairytale come true for Kate Middleton, but while the girls and I were watching the live telecast of the Royal wedding of the century, we were screaming! NO! not because there goes our dreamy smile dream prince. It’s his bald patch! Why can’t he just;


1) Plant some hairs
2) Shave that head bald
3) Wear a royal wig ! 


It’s your big day and the whole world is watching! How could Kate didn’t do anything about it? If she managed to get William to get her on the throne, don’t tell me she unable to talk William out about what to do with that patch on their big day! Gosh. Don’t tell me she has a fetish towards patchy skull! How could she make love to it?! Arrgghh… save me & my imagination from picturing their love making session. Arrgghhh! How could you William? I mean.. How could you Kate??





So, I was at Rain Bi’s F1 Sepang concert. Not to say his solo concert la. I had to stand and torture myself to watch Ford’s (Malaysia) Supermodel’s search finale. Who cares about those long legged girls strutting in their skinny jeans, wiggling their boobs and hair at the temperature of  28 degree Celsius? Sorry Ford’s girls, forgive me to break the truth to you.  It wasn’t you who make the temperature hot on 10th April. It was the heat from the racing circuit. I’m not jealous. What the heck for? I paid RM250.00 to watch my 1st ever concert and my dream Korean guy! But I had to go in 2 hours before he start his performance because I was too short to stand behind! Screw you. How does it make us feel down here, sweating like a pig, smell like a gutter, and watching you strutting your thin ass on the stage and Rain look at super ugly with sticky armpit us right after that?





So, that was the moment, I’ve been waiting for. I never been to any concert in my entire life. I can’t stand standing too long, cramping with smelly sweating peoples (or was it me?) and got my foot stepped by inconsiderate jumping bastards plus whacking my head with their elbows! IT’S NOT COOL BEING    4’ 9’’ okay! I repeat - Not COOL!







and why he has that camel toe on his crotch? I want to see big bulging crotch with what I have paid! Not the camel toe! You didn’t tear your shirt off, you made us watching skinny ass Ford’s supermodel finalist 1 hour before you start, you seldom come to stage section where I stand and I can’t take a closer picture of you! And now Camel Toe? How could you?!!!



and oh, thank you for a 3 second of your famous hip grinding.

But no thanks. It was too short to turn me on! Urggh.


But then, you really bring back my teenage dream alive at the age like this (um, secret). It has been so long I never screamed over a guy, especially a stranger like you. So, I was very curious.. how is it look like if you are mine..

It looks perfect.… haha.

Was at my girlfriend's office, somewhere at Menara TM (heheh). We've been friends for 15 years and I never had a chance to drop by at her working place at all until last Friday. Her office is so cool - they had a big freezer with wall's free ice creams and big ass tv! They welcome me like they knew me for ages. Gosh, it explains why she able to stay up late and so committed to her work - she has a happy working environment and awesome workmates! I never imagined that able to watch live telecast tv program in someone's office - during working hour with their boss around! How cool is that? In addition to the coolness of her office, it happened that one of her friend was there, with mountains of Coach, Burberry and Aigner handbags for sale! she just came back from her UK trip and she got it cheap and she do have a website selling authentic branded items at cheaper price! Whoa! Icy cool! Ladies, gotta drop by at her website once your bonus in :) Gotta reward yourself once or twice in a year!

By looking at the stuffs she sell, I asked her - "So, tell me. What about your own collection? You must have a room full of Prada, Gucci, Louis Vuitton and all back at your place? "She just giggled back at me. I knew it! She one hell of a lucky lady! she must be the happiest woman on earth! Arggh.


"I don't dream at night, I dream all day; I dream for a living." Steven Spielberg

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Bitch.

My blog - not yours. Unlimited rights are mine to write my thoughts, recollections of my bitter sweet in my own term. Wanna? Open one yourself. Blogspot is free. And u're free to create 1000001 positive writes up about yourself as if you are a Mother Theresa or something. Cheh.

If this page is extremely revolt you, leave it alone then. There is no "happen to read, or accidentally came across" when came into finding someone's blog.

Nothing will stop me from writing in here, because my existence is not to please (YOU) everybody. Well, at least I didn't whine like an innocent girl in some "global social networking website" about  What is friendship means and how hurt it was...(LOL.. non stop some more) just to gain vote, comment and sympathy from buddy list! Bwahahaha?

You are pleased to cerita pasal trip kau dengan kawan -  kawan kau best sebab boleh share makan babi, kenapa pulak aku tak boleh cerita pasal betapa best nya trip aku dekat blog aku sendiri le?

Stop peeking what's going on with me. KEEP YOUR ENEMY CLOSER's method is not going to work on me lah. Im not that bastard Russian or his gf  either for u to keep your eyes on. Work on your own life. Don't involve me to make your life appear more interesting.

Vamos.

A BAD Breakup.

We know that when we loves someone, something or someplace, we are tend to do anything that we could to preserve it. We willing to go through any kind of hurdles, glued back to cover up the crack, shoved all in the bitterness down to our throat, wiped dry our tears so that by the time we turn our face to the loved ones still looks gorgeously strong and tell them everything is fine... Im not sure what all of you may called it.. but to me.. it is deep soul sacrifice.

And in my case, I mistakenly fell in love with a place, a company, a small organization in a small square feet office, which is very green, very far away to be in a successful list, not to mention KLSE 1st board lists nor the 2nd. It was a baby and very humble from the beginning, it even has no proper label filing systems when I was first joined in.

I was offered to manage their financial accounting, performing solo on company full set f accounting with below the average pay. I took it because of the 'maternal' instinct in me, I want to grow this "baby", with or without sufficient fund, because this baby has a good father, sisters, brothers and cousins around me. I felt contented in this small but safe environment and to me, 'happiness and open heart' are the most important key in whatever I do.


But as I mentioned, it was 'a mistake'. Once the father of this baby a.k.a BOSS, identifies my love and devotion towards his baby he starting to trick me and overloaded me with all the possible job that 5 men supposed to do;

# 1 -  Full set of Accounting
# 2  - Reservations - from calling the hotels for the availability up to the payment as well as manage the contract by ALL hotels in several states : KL, Malacca, Penang, Langkawi, Terengganu/Pahang, Sabah/Sarawak.
# 3 - Administration - from managing the stationary and filing up to liaising with authority
# 4 - Human Resource - Issuing the salaries and recruiting, interviewing new staffs
# 5 - Cleaning lady - from buying the sugar up to make sure pantry area is neat (I was once issued a warning letter by him and it costs me a cut off of  RM500 out from my yearly bonus just because there was a dirty cup inside the sink)
# 6 - A Dispatch - drove my car all the way to bank, to secure the rooms for fucking stupid last minutes booking by those low, stupid mentality Uzbekistan and Khazakhstan peoples who doesn't know how to find an electric kettle switch inside the room and doesn't know what is the difference of LUNCH and DINNER. Nah, I dont worry about this statement will provoke the population of those 2 stupid countries, because they can't even understand a word Im writing in here!  
#7 - Kindergarten teacher - handling the summer camp students activity and games in july/aug for full month - every year. 
# 8 - HIS OWN WORK - doing the PR and marketing with all Sales Manager, Assistant Directors and Directors of Sales from all hotels (because his head is getting way bigger than his cock head combined in 1000 - stating that he only wanted to meet General Managers and owners of the hotels ONLY) Manipulating and tricking hotelier to hosts us hundreds of FREE/COMPLIMENTARY rooms night for his Russian agents through out the year, while he still charging those agents for a payment. Not to mention all the complaint letters towards those famous hotel, straight to their GM's inbox. yep.. he turned me into a fairy bitch too.

I did fight for my rights. And this trickster manage to sweet talk me with 1001 promises and hope. Hey!! What to do? I am a human and human tends to succumb towards words by the DEVIL okay?????

....until HE ASSIGNED THE JOB #9. No, not a blow job. If its a blow job, I would walk off too. Not because he is not my boyfriend, but because I cant deal with sharpei look alike cock. I like it unskinned. The #9 job really made me walk out from that place, like a walk off from a bad toilet with a broken flush handle plus water and tissues were not provided after a big wet shit.. How is that sound like?

and after 1 day, he sms-ed me :

Normi, people of your position are not supposed to quit like that. You are not a dispatch or a cleaning lady. You are a contracted employee and supposed to give 1 month notice. Your feelings and business have nothing in common. Job has not been done and I have warned you about it before high season. There is still an outstanding debt from clients amounting to RM713,516 majority of which you were supposed to trace. Winners don't drop everything and run when they have difficulties, they challenge it! I practice our team as winning team and we are growing because of that. If you want to go, it is sad but you can, provided you give 1 month notice since you are a contracted staff!!

Oh, now he's talking about the outstanding of RM713,516. How about millions I've manage to track? How about the total hundreds of free complimentary room nights stay I manage to get for the company, which  valued more than his own savings? How about the deals and the PR, I manage to mend the relationships  between hoteliers and our company because they hated him very much in the past???

He always visit his beloved agents back in his home country, so? Just bring the list and knock their door for the payments can? Or he have better proposal for me? like send me to Russia and asking for the payments? yea.. I admit, I knew few russian words like ZAIBAL, PIZDIETS, IBIS, DURRAKH, SUKHA, MUDAKH, PIDARAS, TRAKH and IDZINAHUIT, I dont think that is enough for me to use for payment collections, do I? I think my boss already confuse about what's mine and what's his job here. Maybe because Im doing his job for too long. I only update, whatever I see inside the bank statement, I update. Whatever uncollected, none of my business. Is not me who doing the sales with his travel agents back in Russia. It's him and his communication manager. Since when I am responsible in collection? LOL.

So I replied him;

I was planning to give the company 5 months notice as well as providing a good replacement, closing company's financial accounting when you come back from MITT in June. Asked Anna and Karen, they knew about good deeds Im about to give to EA before I leave. But the way you throw things at me, worst than what you able to do to a dispatch or a cleaning lady. You gave me the title and responsibility only to charge me when Im fell behind it, but not what I am able to and had already accomplished. I even stayed till midnight on that day you disgraced my devotion towards my job, tracing and listing the uncollected payments while Vova left the office right on time. But hell, suddenly the conscience in me telling me this Michael Mitryakov wouldnt even care and recognize my dedications towards his company. I love the job, I love my fellow officemates, I love the challenges, i love the hurdles in completing my task, I love the hoteliers - they are the reasons why I stayed, encourage me to keep going on, but I HATE YOU. My hatred towards you has diminishes all the loves that I had for the company and things I mentioned before. This has nothing to do with winner or loser, winning or losing. Because I've lost my freedom and my dignity once I stepped under your wing, learning  how to manipulate peoples and things just to have it all according to your ways. I didnt quit because I cant overcame the challenges, I didnt quit because  I cant traced the figures, I didnt quit because of workloads and responsibilites, i didnt quit because you holding my salary... IM QUITTING FROM YOU, MICHAEL.

I couldnt bring myself to split the whole picture. I love myself too much and I couldnt bear to see my gorgeous face and body split into pieces even though through the pictures.

..and finally I got back my wings, and refused to go back to that hell hole. Adios.

Peace.