furthering my comments about mediocrity are 2 things. one being people often put me don't by saying that i have a lack of self confidence or belief in myself, its not that at all. its just that I'm truthful to myself and everyone around me. secondly my whole comment although it can be is not specifically aimed at educational standards. its applied to everything. if i try really hard to get something cus that's my top, Someone who works half as hard and reaches the same goal and then compares them self to me. because if that person worked as hard as they could they would do twice as good. these people are time wasters.
also I'm doing NANOWRIMO. was thinking about writing the infected my i thought that would become stale and boring and just deciding to make it up as i go along.
Monday, 25 October 2010
Thursday, 21 October 2010
music
my mum was 16 in 1982. 1982 was a great year for music, in fact the whole decade was great for music. i find myself listening, singing and dancing to the great hits of the 80's. i was 16 in 2009. in 2009 the best seeling single was lady gaga's telephone. music in 2009 was awful. i'm just hoping that in 30 years the next generation isn't listening, singing and dancing to lady fecking gaga.
Tuesday, 19 October 2010
mediocre
i am a mediocre student, but i work my ass off to be a mediocre student, being mediocre is just me and i don't get any better. there are 2 things which piss me off about this and its when people tell me I'm not trying hard enough and I'm not doing my best. the other thing is when people halfass their way to the same mediocrity as me then they compare themselves to me, if these people worked as hard i do they'd be way off this mediocre mark i try so hard to achieve. don't tell me I'm trying to destroy my future by not working my hardest now.
don't halfass your wayto mediocrity.
don't halfass your wayto mediocrity.
Friday, 15 October 2010
the future is doomed
so i'm sat here doing extra graphics work in my free period and there is a year 9 class in here. a student .whose work is obviously usually lacking in quality, calls the teacher over (Mr. williams). Mr. williams complements the work by saying "thats really good, in fact its amazing" as he's walking away he tries to make it clear that his compliment was just that and not a joke so he says "and i'm not being sarcastic. the student looks confused and asks "whats a sarcastic???".
these children are gonna help run the world in the future.
these children are gonna help run the world in the future.
Wednesday, 13 October 2010
stories from times when i was thin
this is a story (all about how my life got flipped, turned upside-down) that i wrote as part of an english class. it pretty retarded like the basis of the whole story and that but i think for how long ago it was written i showed somewhat of a talent. pity its all now diminished.its a whopping 1806 words long so get ready for a read
Did you know? rocks are hard! Ah but they’re not, well it was my twelfth birthday party nobody there just me and my family. There I was looking in the bathroom mirror me with y slightly over the top human league haircut the dark brown quif peering over my pre-teen face. I slid on my t-shirt over boney shoulders and slipped on my doc martens, no socks. I looked like a misfit from an 80’s tv convention. “Perry” my mum squealed
“What, mum?” I yelled down the two flocks of stairs
“Hurry you’ve got one present left and your dad’s waiting at the restaurant”. My parents had divorced two years ago I would have had a decent present off my dad if my mum hadn’t been stealing all his money saying she needed it to feed me when she clearly didn’t. I galloped downstairs. One more present I wondered what it is.
“Honey, get in the car” she squawked as I tripped on the fifth step
“What about my present” I enquired
“You can open it in front of your dad” she answered. It probably didn’t exist. She would have made it up just to make me dart down the stairs extra fast. I climbed in the front seat of the rusty red mondeao. The MacDonald’s drinks cup lay on the floor from two days earlier, my mum she said it was a special treat ‘for my birthday’. My mum appeared from the front door in a rather sparkly purple dress. She never wore dresses and the time she did was my birthday and it was a purple sparkly one with sequins all over. Something’s going on. 30 minutes later we arrived in the car park of the most expensive pub in town ‘the worlds end‘. My dad’s special treat. My dad was standing at the entrance, holding a half empty pint glass in one hand and a nearly finished cigarette in the other. He swung his arms around me; I felt his finger tap the back of my head as he flicked the ash from his cigarette. He let me go and took a step back and took an extremely large swig the pint glass the announced
“happy birthday, son”. I followed him inside the pub; I smelt the same smell I had smelt outside. I realized it was not the outside that had a musky drunkard’s smell it was my dad.
A familiar jingle came from in my pocket. I fetched my new mobile phone. I stared into the screen. I’d received a text from Vodafone advertising their new call and text package, I must have looked like Vodafone was my only friend, but I was true I had o friends. Mum and dad were yapping only pausing to look at me messing around with the camera on my new phone. My mum presented it, my one last present, it existed. It was wrapped in happy birthday wrapping paper. She planted it on the table next to my dad’s larger
“Well go on then, open it son” he croaked. It stood there just being stared at blankly until my mum grabbed it and thrusted it towards me. I ripped at the paper to reveal a cardboard box with the words PET ROCK printed on the side. I’d asked my mum to get me one two weeks before and had doubted she would have got me one I removed the instruction leaflet that lay on top of a piece of straw. Berried amongst the straw was a grey quartz pebble it came with a birth certificate. I named it Pucka.
That evening I was lying on my bed wearing my George@asda PJ’s I had folded and cut the box of my pet rock into a kennel. I sat pucka on my pillow and turned around to face the wall. For some reason my dad had come to stay in the guest room. I heard a voice I thought it was my dad’s but it was less musky it said it over and over
“Perry I’m here to help you” it said
“What, dad?” I enquired
“Perry I’m here to help you” it repeated. I looked towards my pillow. He was gone pucka was gone.
“Perry I’m here to help you” there it was a rock talking to me. I must have gone loopy. But I was true. There he was on the corner of my desk with a slight deformity on his front opening and closing blurting out
“Perry I’m here to help you”
“What” I shouted as its continuous groan was keeping me awake
“Oh, thank god” it replied in a rather sarcastic Irish accent “I nearly jumped down to check for a pulse, well with you acting all dead and unresponsive” I shuffled back and pronounced a shhhhhh sound
“Be quite, my mum might hear” I worried
“Ahh don’t worry your little cotton socks” he was even louder now “well its sorted you see, she can’t hear me she’ll hear you though”. I threw it under my pillow, I couldn’t stand it. I blocked out its irritating noise and went to sleep.
The next morning, I looked at pucka tapped him on the top and sighed saying under my breath “it must have been a dream”
“Eh kid, whydah wake me up so early” I nearly screamed throwing myself halfway across the room. My dad burst in saying
“Are you ok son?” his musky voice reminded me of the ‘Perry I’m here to help you’ incident from the night before.
“Yeah I’m ok” I said as I clambered to my feet. I slid into the same stuff I had worn the evening before as I picked up my new mobile I slid pucka into my pocket both these items weighed my trousers down a little more than I wanted them to. As I swiftly glided down the stairs I heard my parents talking
“I’m sure that kid was talking to himself last night”
“there’s no need to worry Rachel if it makes you feel better I’ll talk to him later today”. At that moment I walked in. my mum and my dad were hugging but I carried on as normal getting my cereal ready. They immediately stopped hugging and my dad approached me.
“How you doing son” I didn’t look at him. He had his hand on my shoulder but I was concentrating on pouring the milk onto my cereal, I simply replied with a “what” finished pouring the milk, shrugged his hand off my shoulder and shuffled over to the dining table. I’d guessed this was one of the attempts to ‘talk to me’ well it had failed.
“son after you’ve finished that get your coat on and get in the car” I was starting to hate my dad calling me son all of the time
“where are we going?” in reply my dad just tapped the side of his nose. I climbed into the passenger seat of the car I ignored my dad’s warning to get my coat on. I could see mum and dad talking in the wing mirror. I delved deep into my pocket and pulled out pucka “what should I do pucka”
“You gotta get outta here kid you’ve gotta run free, now watch out” as I was about to ask what for my dad got into the car
“I see you’ve brought your new friend”
“Uhh” pucka knew I didn’t want to spend the day with my dad tapping the side of his nose.
We pulled up. I got out of my dad’s car and looked at the sign ‘Mr. Machina 3000’ it was a local electrical store. It had a rather annoying but catchy jingle on the radio. Me and my dad walked into the store he said
“Choose one thing, anything and that’s your birthday present”. Even though I could choose anything I was draw straight towards the dark TV section of the store. I pulled pucka from deep in my jeans
“What do you mean get outta here?”
“Run kid”
“From what?” I was rather annoyed at the fact that half the store was staring at me at this time
“Your dad, he’s trying to get back with your mum”
“I know but what am I gonna do about it”
“Run kid run” by this time I was already bearing at the exit at about four hundred miles per hour. I skidded out of the exit and powered round the corner of the building. Now I was on my own that night was hard and so were the three after if I hadn’t of had pucka it would have been ten times harder. The fifth day was the hardest.
“Perry, Perry son is that you” . I immediately got to my feet and powered the opposite way to the voice I ran flat into a wall.
The next few hours were the worst. There I was sat in the dining room my dad giving me the usual malarkey.
“Where were you, I was worrying my head off”
“I’ve been searching high and low”
“We’ve had the police out”
“You’ve had your Nan worried your mum worried your auntie and the rest of the family” pucka was sitting on the table he was much more exciting to listen to that dad he said
“Look kid there’s a knife” I was completely oblivious to what my dad was doing and I whispered
“What”
My dad finished talking mid-sentence it was the first time I’d spoken since I’d got home
“Look kid you have to get rid of him”
“Are you mental?” I shouted my dad look at me funnily
“What son?” he asked I eyed up the knife
“Ok, what do I do” I asked pucka
“When he’s not looking get the knife and hide it then pounce on him” I decided to start talking to my dad
“Umm-dad I-I-I ran away be-…”
“Yes I know you ran away son but why”
“Be-because I was scared dad, I don’t know” he put his hand on his head and shook it. He was covering his eyes. I grabbed the knife and settled it on my lap my dad drifted towards the door the perfect position. A bead of sweat dribbled down my nose and flopped off the end and I heard I smash down on the table just as I could hear my heart beating in my head. The pressure was building the rock making me act
the next thing I remember is silence then a crushing pain in my chest. I opened my eyes to see a policeman keeling on me snarling my rights to me. I looked to my right to see my dad lying down flat on a stretcher screaming his head off with the bread knife STILL in his shoulder.
I went quietly.
Did you know? rocks are hard! Ah but they’re not, well it was my twelfth birthday party nobody there just me and my family. There I was looking in the bathroom mirror me with y slightly over the top human league haircut the dark brown quif peering over my pre-teen face. I slid on my t-shirt over boney shoulders and slipped on my doc martens, no socks. I looked like a misfit from an 80’s tv convention. “Perry” my mum squealed
“What, mum?” I yelled down the two flocks of stairs
“Hurry you’ve got one present left and your dad’s waiting at the restaurant”. My parents had divorced two years ago I would have had a decent present off my dad if my mum hadn’t been stealing all his money saying she needed it to feed me when she clearly didn’t. I galloped downstairs. One more present I wondered what it is.
“Honey, get in the car” she squawked as I tripped on the fifth step
“What about my present” I enquired
“You can open it in front of your dad” she answered. It probably didn’t exist. She would have made it up just to make me dart down the stairs extra fast. I climbed in the front seat of the rusty red mondeao. The MacDonald’s drinks cup lay on the floor from two days earlier, my mum she said it was a special treat ‘for my birthday’. My mum appeared from the front door in a rather sparkly purple dress. She never wore dresses and the time she did was my birthday and it was a purple sparkly one with sequins all over. Something’s going on. 30 minutes later we arrived in the car park of the most expensive pub in town ‘the worlds end‘. My dad’s special treat. My dad was standing at the entrance, holding a half empty pint glass in one hand and a nearly finished cigarette in the other. He swung his arms around me; I felt his finger tap the back of my head as he flicked the ash from his cigarette. He let me go and took a step back and took an extremely large swig the pint glass the announced
“happy birthday, son”. I followed him inside the pub; I smelt the same smell I had smelt outside. I realized it was not the outside that had a musky drunkard’s smell it was my dad.
A familiar jingle came from in my pocket. I fetched my new mobile phone. I stared into the screen. I’d received a text from Vodafone advertising their new call and text package, I must have looked like Vodafone was my only friend, but I was true I had o friends. Mum and dad were yapping only pausing to look at me messing around with the camera on my new phone. My mum presented it, my one last present, it existed. It was wrapped in happy birthday wrapping paper. She planted it on the table next to my dad’s larger
“Well go on then, open it son” he croaked. It stood there just being stared at blankly until my mum grabbed it and thrusted it towards me. I ripped at the paper to reveal a cardboard box with the words PET ROCK printed on the side. I’d asked my mum to get me one two weeks before and had doubted she would have got me one I removed the instruction leaflet that lay on top of a piece of straw. Berried amongst the straw was a grey quartz pebble it came with a birth certificate. I named it Pucka.
That evening I was lying on my bed wearing my George@asda PJ’s I had folded and cut the box of my pet rock into a kennel. I sat pucka on my pillow and turned around to face the wall. For some reason my dad had come to stay in the guest room. I heard a voice I thought it was my dad’s but it was less musky it said it over and over
“Perry I’m here to help you” it said
“What, dad?” I enquired
“Perry I’m here to help you” it repeated. I looked towards my pillow. He was gone pucka was gone.
“Perry I’m here to help you” there it was a rock talking to me. I must have gone loopy. But I was true. There he was on the corner of my desk with a slight deformity on his front opening and closing blurting out
“Perry I’m here to help you”
“What” I shouted as its continuous groan was keeping me awake
“Oh, thank god” it replied in a rather sarcastic Irish accent “I nearly jumped down to check for a pulse, well with you acting all dead and unresponsive” I shuffled back and pronounced a shhhhhh sound
“Be quite, my mum might hear” I worried
“Ahh don’t worry your little cotton socks” he was even louder now “well its sorted you see, she can’t hear me she’ll hear you though”. I threw it under my pillow, I couldn’t stand it. I blocked out its irritating noise and went to sleep.
The next morning, I looked at pucka tapped him on the top and sighed saying under my breath “it must have been a dream”
“Eh kid, whydah wake me up so early” I nearly screamed throwing myself halfway across the room. My dad burst in saying
“Are you ok son?” his musky voice reminded me of the ‘Perry I’m here to help you’ incident from the night before.
“Yeah I’m ok” I said as I clambered to my feet. I slid into the same stuff I had worn the evening before as I picked up my new mobile I slid pucka into my pocket both these items weighed my trousers down a little more than I wanted them to. As I swiftly glided down the stairs I heard my parents talking
“I’m sure that kid was talking to himself last night”
“there’s no need to worry Rachel if it makes you feel better I’ll talk to him later today”. At that moment I walked in. my mum and my dad were hugging but I carried on as normal getting my cereal ready. They immediately stopped hugging and my dad approached me.
“How you doing son” I didn’t look at him. He had his hand on my shoulder but I was concentrating on pouring the milk onto my cereal, I simply replied with a “what” finished pouring the milk, shrugged his hand off my shoulder and shuffled over to the dining table. I’d guessed this was one of the attempts to ‘talk to me’ well it had failed.
“son after you’ve finished that get your coat on and get in the car” I was starting to hate my dad calling me son all of the time
“where are we going?” in reply my dad just tapped the side of his nose. I climbed into the passenger seat of the car I ignored my dad’s warning to get my coat on. I could see mum and dad talking in the wing mirror. I delved deep into my pocket and pulled out pucka “what should I do pucka”
“You gotta get outta here kid you’ve gotta run free, now watch out” as I was about to ask what for my dad got into the car
“I see you’ve brought your new friend”
“Uhh” pucka knew I didn’t want to spend the day with my dad tapping the side of his nose.
We pulled up. I got out of my dad’s car and looked at the sign ‘Mr. Machina 3000’ it was a local electrical store. It had a rather annoying but catchy jingle on the radio. Me and my dad walked into the store he said
“Choose one thing, anything and that’s your birthday present”. Even though I could choose anything I was draw straight towards the dark TV section of the store. I pulled pucka from deep in my jeans
“What do you mean get outta here?”
“Run kid”
“From what?” I was rather annoyed at the fact that half the store was staring at me at this time
“Your dad, he’s trying to get back with your mum”
“I know but what am I gonna do about it”
“Run kid run” by this time I was already bearing at the exit at about four hundred miles per hour. I skidded out of the exit and powered round the corner of the building. Now I was on my own that night was hard and so were the three after if I hadn’t of had pucka it would have been ten times harder. The fifth day was the hardest.
“Perry, Perry son is that you” . I immediately got to my feet and powered the opposite way to the voice I ran flat into a wall.
The next few hours were the worst. There I was sat in the dining room my dad giving me the usual malarkey.
“Where were you, I was worrying my head off”
“I’ve been searching high and low”
“We’ve had the police out”
“You’ve had your Nan worried your mum worried your auntie and the rest of the family” pucka was sitting on the table he was much more exciting to listen to that dad he said
“Look kid there’s a knife” I was completely oblivious to what my dad was doing and I whispered
“What”
My dad finished talking mid-sentence it was the first time I’d spoken since I’d got home
“Look kid you have to get rid of him”
“Are you mental?” I shouted my dad look at me funnily
“What son?” he asked I eyed up the knife
“Ok, what do I do” I asked pucka
“When he’s not looking get the knife and hide it then pounce on him” I decided to start talking to my dad
“Umm-dad I-I-I ran away be-…”
“Yes I know you ran away son but why”
“Be-because I was scared dad, I don’t know” he put his hand on his head and shook it. He was covering his eyes. I grabbed the knife and settled it on my lap my dad drifted towards the door the perfect position. A bead of sweat dribbled down my nose and flopped off the end and I heard I smash down on the table just as I could hear my heart beating in my head. The pressure was building the rock making me act
the next thing I remember is silence then a crushing pain in my chest. I opened my eyes to see a policeman keeling on me snarling my rights to me. I looked to my right to see my dad lying down flat on a stretcher screaming his head off with the bread knife STILL in his shoulder.
I went quietly.
Wednesday, 6 October 2010
so my 60p hot chocolate, that i just brought from the school cafeteria, is way too hot for me to drink, it also has 3 of those little popper things like McDonald's does. McDonald's never uses theirs looks like neither does the cafeteria. so just next to the little mouth hole, which btw has no way to drink out of without spilling it, is these 3 raised circles of plastic. one is labels 'C' the next 'S' and the 'B'. its hard to work out what this means, it kinda wants to make me ask the cafeteria staff, wait no they won't know they never use them, that probably why, they can't work out what it means either. any way I'd like to think 'S' stands for sugar, i had sugar but she did use it, the 'C' maybe it stands for chocolate or coffee or caffeine, maybe like they pop that one if you order a full cup of caffeine, maybe that'd be just a strong espresso. so what does 'B' stand for ummmm i know, its probably bullshit for the people that like to drink a nice, overly hot, cup of bullshit in the morning yeah, that's it. i wanna know if i ordered caffeine with 2 sugars and a lump of bullshit, weather they'd give it to me, with all the little bumps popped down, or if they'd just stare me out until i ordered a real drink. its cooled down enough now that i can take a burning sip, its still to hot, i asked for hot chocolate not fire in a cup. also just cus my diagram mentions it, there's a stupid recycling logo that everyone ignores and chucks the cap, along with the rest of the paper cup, straight into the bin.
Monday, 4 October 2010
5 disney movies i hate!
the little mermaid, beauty and the beast, slepping beauty, cars and freaky friday
main point(in note form):
new website phatrob.co.uk
content ideas:
my videos
a short blog
a forum
.............
i need peoples help what do i put on my website i can write pretty much about anything, apart from anything that will get it blocked in school, i.e. games, pornography,pirate downloads
also another plee is for anybody to help me film skits and shorts. i've been writeing short ideas down but i never expand on them. then it gets to the point where i look at my post-its to find note like unicorn stabbings, gay club bouncers and death the pet shop owners
sure they were once ideas but now just random scrawlings from my mind
basically any ideas or just films, i don't just want to make comedy, i can make action and horror (ooooo that'd be fun) or even artsy fartsy crap which i'd ike to do.
main point(in note form):
new website phatrob.co.uk
content ideas:
my videos
a short blog
a forum
.............
i need peoples help what do i put on my website i can write pretty much about anything, apart from anything that will get it blocked in school, i.e. games, pornography,pirate downloads
also another plee is for anybody to help me film skits and shorts. i've been writeing short ideas down but i never expand on them. then it gets to the point where i look at my post-its to find note like unicorn stabbings, gay club bouncers and death the pet shop owners
sure they were once ideas but now just random scrawlings from my mind
basically any ideas or just films, i don't just want to make comedy, i can make action and horror (ooooo that'd be fun) or even artsy fartsy crap which i'd ike to do.
Sunday, 30 May 2010
REVIEW : Transformers 2
as a promised a few trillion blogs ago i am going to review a product. so what am i choosing to review, Transformers 2.
basically transformers are an alien race from the planet cybertron, the alien race are in a huge civil war, autobots vs. decepticons. before the first film cybertron is destroyed and the civil war continues on earth. at the end of the first movie the supposed decepticon leader, megatron, was killed and that was that but the second film revels many thing. firstly megatron is no where near any kind of leader. the film is yet again based around the main character Sam (Shia Labeouf) and his girl Friend Michaela (Megan fox). the story goes that the decepticons are after a shard of a mysterious cube and Sam has got his hands on one of the last two shards, the other one being in the hands of the American military. in the fight to get the shard optimus prime is killed trying to protect Sam. the last shards are used but when Sam originally touched the shard its powers did something weird and gave him weird vision. turns out these visions happen to be a map to something the decepticons really want there hands on the trouble is only the primes of the alien race can read the map and the last living prime was optimus. they characters find out through other methods that the map is to a machine that can put out the sun but i needs a key to do so. Sam manages to find another prime he brings back to life with the last shard who reads the map which takes them to Egypt. Sam retrieves the key which promptly turns to dust which he shoves into a sock (that changes colour throughout the rest of the film). the only person who can stop the decepticons wining is optimus prime. Sam dies and though Michaela screaming i love you he come back to life which turns the key back into the key which he then used to bring optimus back to life. the key is than promptly stolen by the decepticons and put in the machine. optimus gains strength and kicks some decepticon ass.
the film is self was just full of Michael bay type giant robot fighting and slow motion shot of Megan Fox's tits hypnotising bouncing in slow motion. neither of which I'm complaining about they're both awesome but I'm expecting more from a film. i won't go into fact that the whole film is basically a Chevy advert. but around all this crap is a story a very crowded confusing story. i can't concentrate on Megan fox's tits and a very complex story like this one i think its just not possible even for women. i got confused when writing the story above. although overall the film was OK i would say its way to confusing especially when you consider that in the DVD case there was an advertisement for kids toys and its quite obvious it supposed to be a kids film, even though its a 12 because of the sex and drug reference.
overall i would give the film a 6/10. there wasn't a lot of substance to the film but i actually enjoyed it and 3 other words Megan fox's tits.
also while I'm blogging i would like to mention i made a 4 second film which i uploaded to my second channel, its not worth embedding so here's a link. here. its basically a clone of me getting shot. i just wanted to show people a new special effect which i learnt before watching transformers. it was shot on my web cam.
I'm going to the cinema with calum on Wednesday and we're going to see the losers and possibly another so i will probably blog or review that on Thursday
Megan fox's tits
basically transformers are an alien race from the planet cybertron, the alien race are in a huge civil war, autobots vs. decepticons. before the first film cybertron is destroyed and the civil war continues on earth. at the end of the first movie the supposed decepticon leader, megatron, was killed and that was that but the second film revels many thing. firstly megatron is no where near any kind of leader. the film is yet again based around the main character Sam (Shia Labeouf) and his girl Friend Michaela (Megan fox). the story goes that the decepticons are after a shard of a mysterious cube and Sam has got his hands on one of the last two shards, the other one being in the hands of the American military. in the fight to get the shard optimus prime is killed trying to protect Sam. the last shards are used but when Sam originally touched the shard its powers did something weird and gave him weird vision. turns out these visions happen to be a map to something the decepticons really want there hands on the trouble is only the primes of the alien race can read the map and the last living prime was optimus. they characters find out through other methods that the map is to a machine that can put out the sun but i needs a key to do so. Sam manages to find another prime he brings back to life with the last shard who reads the map which takes them to Egypt. Sam retrieves the key which promptly turns to dust which he shoves into a sock (that changes colour throughout the rest of the film). the only person who can stop the decepticons wining is optimus prime. Sam dies and though Michaela screaming i love you he come back to life which turns the key back into the key which he then used to bring optimus back to life. the key is than promptly stolen by the decepticons and put in the machine. optimus gains strength and kicks some decepticon ass.
the film is self was just full of Michael bay type giant robot fighting and slow motion shot of Megan Fox's tits hypnotising bouncing in slow motion. neither of which I'm complaining about they're both awesome but I'm expecting more from a film. i won't go into fact that the whole film is basically a Chevy advert. but around all this crap is a story a very crowded confusing story. i can't concentrate on Megan fox's tits and a very complex story like this one i think its just not possible even for women. i got confused when writing the story above. although overall the film was OK i would say its way to confusing especially when you consider that in the DVD case there was an advertisement for kids toys and its quite obvious it supposed to be a kids film, even though its a 12 because of the sex and drug reference.
overall i would give the film a 6/10. there wasn't a lot of substance to the film but i actually enjoyed it and 3 other words Megan fox's tits.
also while I'm blogging i would like to mention i made a 4 second film which i uploaded to my second channel, its not worth embedding so here's a link. here. its basically a clone of me getting shot. i just wanted to show people a new special effect which i learnt before watching transformers. it was shot on my web cam.
I'm going to the cinema with calum on Wednesday and we're going to see the losers and possibly another so i will probably blog or review that on Thursday
Megan fox's tits
Wednesday, 26 May 2010
they've won
as I'm sure everyone is aware on September 11Th 2001 the world trade centre was demolished, that day there was also a war won. i hope you're also aware of the new york bomb scare a couple of weeks ago, in which the whole of times square was evacuated because of a possible bomb.
the object of terrorists i.e. definition of a name is one who uses methods of threatening and causing hurt to create at atmosphere of fear and scare. when i say a war was won i mean terrorists got what they wanted and caused this atmosphere of fear and scare. this happened when 1 group of terrorists caused a huge amount of death and danger, the world trade centre was destroyed. since this day the world has changed, although i never really experience the world fully before this even although i do know that before it as possible to get though an airport in less than 2 hours where last year i had to wait in an airport for a full 5 hours before we could board the plane.
it has gotten to the point where people anticipate a terrorist attack if we do so much as show a censored image of the prophet Muhammad who according to the Muslim religion must not be depicted. this anticipation leaded to the police in new york receiving a report of a possible bomb in the popular new york tourist location of time square this lead to police closing the whole of times square for a whole business day losing a lot of businesses based in time square a lot of money. in the end the supposed bomb happened to be a plastic bag filled with water bottles.
read what you want from this but i read the world is so terrified of these terrorists that it is possible to make thousand off people think a bag of plastic bottles is a bomb.
this was also exhibited in my own experience when Tesco's in Evesham closed for the day and lost a lot of money because somebody phoned up and simply said there was a bomb in the store.
this all makes me believe terrorists are no longer terrorist in their old definition and are the creators of the modern world and how it is run. happy 26Th may :)
the object of terrorists i.e. definition of a name is one who uses methods of threatening and causing hurt to create at atmosphere of fear and scare. when i say a war was won i mean terrorists got what they wanted and caused this atmosphere of fear and scare. this happened when 1 group of terrorists caused a huge amount of death and danger, the world trade centre was destroyed. since this day the world has changed, although i never really experience the world fully before this even although i do know that before it as possible to get though an airport in less than 2 hours where last year i had to wait in an airport for a full 5 hours before we could board the plane.
it has gotten to the point where people anticipate a terrorist attack if we do so much as show a censored image of the prophet Muhammad who according to the Muslim religion must not be depicted. this anticipation leaded to the police in new york receiving a report of a possible bomb in the popular new york tourist location of time square this lead to police closing the whole of times square for a whole business day losing a lot of businesses based in time square a lot of money. in the end the supposed bomb happened to be a plastic bag filled with water bottles.
read what you want from this but i read the world is so terrified of these terrorists that it is possible to make thousand off people think a bag of plastic bottles is a bomb.
this was also exhibited in my own experience when Tesco's in Evesham closed for the day and lost a lot of money because somebody phoned up and simply said there was a bomb in the store.
this all makes me believe terrorists are no longer terrorist in their old definition and are the creators of the modern world and how it is run. happy 26Th may :)
Monday, 24 May 2010
sorry?
it seems nobodys been writing their blogs its excuseable cause of exam but i want to see you guys back on your bloging horses once exams are over. here is my sorry for not writing mine i have been working on a long long long on that hopefully alleast 1 of you will be interested in reading. so because of your waiting for my blog here's a quick reward video.
have a nice dickday
have a nice dickday
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