Constant Drama and the 5th Harry Potter installment

So I went to see the 5th Harry Potter movie: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix on the night it premiered in Malaysia. And I have to tell you this, it did not dissapoint...much.

Well seeing that the books played a Friggin Huge Role when I was growing up. When I say Huge- I mean obssesed. Like crazy obssesed. I was a fan before it became over-commercialized. I was a fan even before Chris Columbus started reading the book to his children at night. I was a fan before there was even a script written up for Joanne (see I'm on 1st name basis with her). I was a fan before the fad. I was there, bitches and you aint.

Back in the day I had a luvvvver, and his name was Ron Weasley. Not the one in the movies, as in the one from the pages of the books. The one that did not exists? That was my lover and boy was I in love. I wrote his name all over the pages of my school books and I dont think that any book survived my school years without "Ron Weasley" or at least "RW 3> CD" scribbled all across it. Man, he was my luuuuvvver. HAHAHA!

Anyways, the 5th movie is good. On the scale of 1 to 5, I give it a 3. Satisfactory but not the greatest and I have a feeling that the director and the screenwriters try their damnest to stick to the book from whence it came and as a fan of the HP series, I thank them. Go check out the movie, fan or not its still pretty damn entertaining but do bring someone who knows the books coz I think that this installment have hidden gems here and there that only the readers will know and can tell it to you.

For now I will retreat to bed seeing that I'm writing it to you right after I come back from the midnight premier and its 3.31 in the morning. Maybe one day...I'll publish the Many fanfics that I have written for HP. Many of which revolving Ron and uhh uhh...some girl that resembles greatly of me. Wasn't intentional, just coincidental *winks*

FYI: The Ron that was my Luvvverr lived in my head and he was sooooo much better looking than this kid.

"Mass Comm is a waste of time." Mom.

Over the years, my mom and I have a very, very love-hate-semi-psychotic relationship.

There were the ups...: when we walk together in malls holding hands and bond over spending my Dad's money (a.k.a shopping) and there were the downs...: when I screamed through the door telling her that I hate her and that she said she should have stop having kids at 2 (FYI: I'm the 3rd child).

Harsh words, painful times.

But what happened recently took the cake. In everything that she said that was hurtful to me over the years, this one definitely took the cake.

I'm in college now doing Mass Comm, one day I will continue my studies abroad. My ultimate goal: Film making. It is my dream to make films one day, to see my name billed in the credits under 'Producer', its not goin to be easy but dreams are not worth it when they're easy. Dreams are more wonderful when they have to be fought, when you have to pour blood, sweat and tears into it but more than anything, you want not just you who believe in that dream, you want people to believe in that with you. For that added strength you know.

People that you love and care about, friend and especially family. But in my case that isn't so.

Had a discussion with my mom the other day, discussing my major and when I say that I wanna go with Film Making, she looked at me and she said "I still don't get why you did Mass Comm. Its such a waste of time. Why cant you have done something like Accounting or Law."

.........................................................................................................might not seem much to you but when you have a dream and you're goin after that dream and YOUR OWN MOTHER look at it like that, belittle it like that...it hurts. It really hurts. Its as if someone have taken a knife and just stabbed it through my heart and then for kicks, just squeeze some lemons into so that the pain burns even more.

Okay. Too dramatic. But you get my point.

I'm not angry, I'm just sad that what I chose to do with my life is taken so lightly by my own mother. I guess in the end its true what they say, you biggest cheerleader is you, yourself and no one else.

"A waste of time".

Shit man. That fucking hurts.

FINAL EXAM!!!!

ARRRRRGHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Attention! Attention!!

I'm swinging it the other way now.

Just so you know...

I am NOT your fucking baby anymore.

Leave me alone.

And since when does having a Vagina constitutes me as a second class citizen?

Oh wait, that's right...it always has.