Bollywood Vs Hollywood

I now know why i hate Hindi movies so much. I actually spent time thinking WHY i despise bollywood, and whats the difference between bollywood and hollywood.

In Hollywood, the acting there is much less dramtised (is that a word even?) and much more realitic

In Bollywood, every event is exxagerated by 10 times and of course, its totally unrealisti if they keep popping up on various mountains around the world and waving their scarves.

But thats not why.
Cos the songs and the drama can actually work for some movies.

In Hollywood, for most movies, the actors must audition for the part they want. Even big shot actors. This keeps their acting skills brushed up and their willingness to try various characters.

In Bollywood films, the directors are the ones that assign an actor for a specific film. The actor is, of course, allowed to decline. So, it only makes sense that the actors and actreses are cocky, and think of themselves as big diva's because so often the directors are the ones that practically beg them to act in their movie.

Hence, Indian actors and actresses will never be as good as they can be because nothing is pushing them to possess better acting skills. Besides, half of them are just pretty model-face turned actress anyways. So maybe if the Directors start introducing auditions (in which actors have to prove their skills once and for all), and not kissing up to the actors asses, maybe India's acting talents would not be so stagnant after all.

Amen.

Very random, i know. But so many people ask me why i don't like Bollywood shows. And just cos i'm indian, i'm not obliged to lovvvee them even if they suck okay? And they do suck. And this is why they suck.

Helloooo Hollywoood!! *princess wave*

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Dammit, i can't take it no more!!
(wow, that sounded so ghetto. I'm a nigghaaaa wtf!!)

Rant rant rant...

Dammit dammit dammit! I thought i can enjoy a bit of holidays and catch up with my work, but my STOOPID immune system decided to fall sick today. I've got a pretty high fever that i'm actually shivering under my thick comforters, and there's tissue paper everywhere in my room. Garrrhhhh! So i got up about 5 mins ago to go make some boiling hot tea to bring to my room with a glass of water, and shifted my laptop to my bed so that i can play FB poker don't get bored and exert myself by doing something else. I'm going to call this my mini sick station.

Haihh. On Friday night, Jo, Jo, the gang and I went to a place call Quattro. Its quite a good club la. The seats are nice but it was overcrowded i think cos of CNY. Anyway, the songs weren't that good though, they were playing a lot of kaw kaw rap songs which you can't dance to. I went to request a song from the DJ la: When i grow up, Soldier Boy and Womanizer. So i typed it on my hp, and showed the DJ who was very high up on the platform. He read it and nodded and showed me the thumbs up. YES!!! But the idiot boy didn't play it. Its like he read it and Thought "hmmm...these are the songs i shall NOT play". Fucker.

And i just watched a few clips from Gossip Girl and it really reassured me that i'm not a mean person at all. Yay. After what happened on Wednesday in class, i felt like such a bitch. I mean ppl have the right to sit anywhere in class without being reprimanded right? Yea well, anywhere except MY seat *flicks hair*

Get it??! *PCD style*

So after watching Blair i decided that i was very angelic indeed. (go away!! let me live in my own world dammit!!)
Then again, Niru and Marcusses said i looked like Blair. Hmmm. Looks can be deceiving i guess. Cos i was deceived into thinking she was hardworking and innocent.

Hang it!

Yesterday:

Ms Woo: Only one international student here?
Nisha: Well, i'm from Mars, does that count?
Suet: Hahaha..you're an Inter-Galaxy student..hahaha....(continues giggling).
Nisha:........(stares at her)...Mars is another PLANET la not another GALAXY!!!

We have so many WTF moments. Like blackmail. Shall not elaborate in respect of Barrack Obama wtf.

Today:

This freaking LOG dared to sit in my place in classss!!! GARHHHHHH!!! felt like slapping her. She doesn't do anything or say anything, and the only sound that comes from her is either from her effin handphone which she effin can't put on silent mode, or her weird "japanese-cartoon-i'm-so-super-duper-cute-and-innocent-and-this-is-my-real-voice" voice! SERIOUSLY, i was gonna have a bitch fit.
Don't mess with an Indian. Don't step on her turf or on her toes; whichever hurts most.
Wise words from Suet Ling (who thinks Mars is a galaxie. Ok la, its not that bad, just a bimbo moment. we all have it).

Burnt Out

I think its time to give my shopping a hold. I've actually gotten quite sick of hopping for clothes. I never thought that was possible. Me, sick of shopping? pfft. I've got new clothes, new clubbing AND casual clothes, formal clothes for interning (only skirts and pants) and a few dressy tops. I think i spent over RM 600 in the span of 1 month on just clothes. You should see how much my pet monkey brother spent (hint: much more).

Today my dad was bringing out all his Whiskey collection to admire them. Cos he got a realllly expensive whiskey as a gift from someone today. It was bottled the year i was born. So when i was thirsty i said:

Nisha: Dad, can i drink a bottle of Whiskey?
Dad: Very funny. Why?
Me: Cos there's so much whiskey in the house!
Dad: There's so much furniture in the house too but i don't see you eating it?! *cricket cricket*

Thats my dad for you lah. He doesn't know i can finish all of it in 1 drinking partay. Muahahahahaa. Yes.

Okay. toodles.

Its all about a little flexibility.

THis post, is a very sensible rant. Read it if you're Chinese and you're in my Psychology class.

I'm gonna be so sick of class next week and the chinese new year week. You know, its really unfair that some of us have been imposed on to have 5 hours class straight on a Friday which has been made compulsory cos of a stupid fucking quiz. Come on, guys, Chinese new year holidays are 2 days! Can't you guys just like negotiate with the teacher so that she teaches something light on wednesday and thursday so u don't miss much anyways? You won't die if u miss one or two days class ya know. Trust me, i've done it. Its really unfair. I'm gonna see the HOD about this on monday. See what i can negotiate with him.

I only get 1 day off for deepavali celeberations which actually lasts for a week, and last year i had to miss a day of class on top of that. You don't see me complainig or trying to impose my troubles on all of you? So what if i'm minority? That is just racism then! I just don't get why everyone can't just be more flexible. I'm sick of being overlooked and second best, seriously. What if you were in my position? Only 1 chinese among all indians and CNY holidays were only 2 days but Deepavali holidays are 4 days? I bet you won't be sitting in that class for very much longer.

Seriously. Its ticking me off. My dad's prepared to make trouble.

And so am i.

Bye bye fun, hello workload.

All good things have to come to an end. Why?
Why do the bad things get to stay forever? Its really not fair. I must admit though, I had one blast of a holiday. Ive been soo occupied that I really didn’t realize I had to go to college tomorrow. I almost made plans to stay over in Neera’s today. Untill SHE reminded ME that I had college. Role reversal wtf.

The past week has been especially great though. What with Jo finishing her exams and us clubbing the night away to celebrate her freedom, to bar hopping with Yong Long and a quite drunk Suets *winx*, to an eventful game of Futsal yesterday with my brother, Sutha and Neera and her brothers.

It was the first time I was actually bringing my bro to meet MY friends and he actually enjoyed the game of futsal! I felt very intimidated at first cos there were so many big tough pro guys yesterday. We actually ended up from too little players to too many players that we had to form 3 teams. The guys were damn good at it. They will kick the ball so hard that I was sooo bloody scared to catch it when I was the goal keeper. Neera was like “OI! That’s a GIRL keeper over there la, RELAX ok??”. Haha. And once I swear I heard someone asking me to knock my brother down and get the ball cos after all, he was only my brother. WTF?? We both ended up with injuries and Sutha was ever so kind to send us back even though it was jammed. We owe him one.

Today we had a family portrait taken in a photo studio since my bro is back. The guy took this nice one where I had to lean my back and pose ever so cool-ly but my mum just HAD to blink in that photo. Garrrh. Then we stuffed our faces with Banana Leaf rice. Yummy. Now I’m going out to the tarik with Jo and Neera. Awww. Both Neera and my bro are going back on the same day. I feel like crying. Ok im dramafying a bit la. But I’ll seriously miss them la.

Oh and how can I forget to blog about our outing in The Curve? Just me, Yong Long, Suets and Suet Ling’s date for the night named Alcohol. Uh huh. We went to Fridays, Laundry, Scarlet and Sactuary. I think those are all the places in the Curve. I ordered at least one drink in each place la. But suets was a goner after 1 huge-ass margarita, 2 shots, and 2 pacific Island Teas which are pretty strong by my standards even. Haha she was hilarious, man.

Oops, have to go, friend’s waiting for me. Yong Long, I want the pictures!!! What are u waiting for??