There was nothing on tv and Camp Rock was on, it was a tolerable movie, cliche but watchable enough. Almost everyone has watched it especially preteens, as the movie was catered for. I wonder if anyone ever notice the similarity between this movie and a movie that was filmed a few years back before this called Camp. I don't know why but I think Camp Rock copied it somehow, maybe not, maybe it was just a coincidence. Although I much prefer Camp even if it is a B grade movie. I doubt anyone else agree with me.

Camp Rock is filled with the Jo Bros and beautiful actors and actresses. The atmosphere is light with a simple moral story in the end. It's predictable, with an easy,clean humour for preteens and carried a drama that, in the eyes of an adult, is only a petty matter. On the other hand, the movie Camp would not intrigue preteens, parents would be horrified to even let their children watch it, especially if they're under 17, not that it shows any sexual action. The movie focuses on real stories that teens face: Acceptance. Yes, I know, it is similar with the Camp Rock, Mitchie wants acceptance too, but to me there is a huge difference. Mitchie is a spoiled brat while the teens faces the truth of reality (Not being prejudice to Demi Lovato, she is very pretty and talented). The actors and actresses were not beautiful, one actor even has a face full of zits, that is what makes this movie special, it presents reality as it is, the real people with imperfections.

Both movies brought the characters that most teens could relate to, the girl trying to fit in (in fact, everyone was trying to fit in), the guy everyone was after and the mean, popular girl everyone admired. Camp has music as it's theme, dreams to pursue, just like Camp Rock. Although Camp is more Broadway orientated while Camp Rock's main goal was to hone the skills of its camp members in order to get a record deal or become famous. In Camp, there was the gay boy who was trying to be straight, there was some sleeping around (nothing was shown, not to fear, or sorry to disappoint :p), the popular guy wasn't handsome, he is a pervert though, he has a problem of flirting with everyone, even gay dudes, but he is straight. The girl who was trying to fit in was a tomboy who has gay guys as her friends, she wasn't beautiful, she wasn't skinny, she was a real life teenage girl. Not to mention the popular girl was kinda fat, reminds me of someone I knew :/

Camp was inspiring for it touches the true dilemma that teens faced, the teens in this movie are very talented. It is a pity that they do not have any media recognition from this. Teens might not find it as exciting as Camp Rock but I disagree, there was more depth about life in Camp. For me, Camp Rock is a mere preteen fantasy, Camp however, is what life throws at you.

Give Camp Movie a try, it might not suit your taste but you'll see the similarity of these two movies. This is only my opinion and I favored Camp any day than Camp Rock. I warned though, you will not like it.

A glance. Donation card. DDR with the kids. Guessing of age. Bed rocks. Windy. Warm hands. Coffee. Ice-cream. Small can of coke. Football match. Disgusting staircase. Green room. Blue Dress. White Shirts. Room 104. Tracing. Bite. First times. Fireworks. Files. Morning walks. Dance. Smiles. Laughter. 17. Skyoe. Feet. Dvds. Make up. Clothes. Hugs. Dr Pepper. Milo Godzilla :p. Murtabak. Pizza Hut. Secrets.

Sometimes I wonder how this is even considered as a blessing. I might say that I am very ungrateful right now. I feel like puking, seriously puking, the contents, the bile, seems to be in the edge of my throat right now. I think I have been inane and selfish lately, as previously described by some people in my life. But I wonder if being selfish includes sacrifice of time, money, probably a huge chunk of your is there any other word for dignity? I've been using that a lot lately. I wonder time and time again, is the problem really me? I've dissected, analyzed the freaking result of my actions. Here's the conclusion: The fuck with it. Yampui, Kampai, Cheers.

This year has been a lot about missing. I miss the security. I am insecure. It is driving me nuts. To hell with everything. It is overrated and exaggerated anyway. For Fuck's sake, this is what the media is doing to us. Hah! I have someone to blame. Or rather some thing. When I close my eyes, I longed for reaction. I longed to shout and fight back. In the end, I gulped and sat, thinking of ways how I should've react. There was something in Fight Club that I completely could relate to, I forgot the protagonist's name for yes, I am a loser, he said that how he wishes to collect all the people that had undermine him and punch their brains out one by one. That must've felt really good. I want that.

Everyday you go out of the house, some criticism is going to be hurled at you, you return to the comfort of your home, to lick your wounds and go back out again to be received the same treatment. Here, you will experience your very own self loathing. A scoreboard of what 'they' determine correct or wrong, yes or no, pass or fail. I pretend I don't care the ticks and crosses, but in fact, I mind too much that I forgot how to be myself. I don't think I know myself anymore. Being restricted this and that, 'tis better to live in a cage that could be seen by a naked eye than an invisible one. To me, it is as if we are riding a roller coaster ride to the inevitable ambiguity.

'Here's your ticket, ma'am, I hope you enjoy your ride'

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People keep telling me that if you did something wrong to the one you love, you shouldn't tell s/he of what you have done. It is better to shield them from the painful truth. My principal is to tell them the truth, I think it's more painful to keep it away from them.

I am too nice they say, I am too submissive, I am too this and that. I am sick of it. I am nowhere nice, I keep making mistakes over and over again and I will do them again and again. Everything is so restricted, I feel choked up. What is the meaning of my existence to someone else? I am selfish, yes, I am. I have no fixed thoughts, that is true, I am uncommonly clumsy, easily bullied, gullible and anything down you could think of. I don't want to be modest anymore. I don't want to be naive.

I easily fall in love? Pfft, it came to me. What am I suppose to do? Chuck them away? I can't do that. What about my feelings? My intuition tells me to stick around, I am going to do that. Just let me in. I am not begging on my knees. I still have a scrap of dignity left, maybe bruised, heck I could still use them. I am merely telling you. I love you. Let me in. Tell me what you think. Be with me. Every profession of love I've expressed, I meant it with my whole heart. Don't see me as if I'm a disgusting piece of junk. I don't know what you think. Don't push me away. I love you :'(

Umm. Right. Maybe tomorrow's Hari Raya, maybe not. My baju kurung is not anywhere finished and the other is a tad big, cleavage show more likely. Thank god, we don't have to go to Miri on the first day of Raya this year. I'm not a big fan of Raya, I'm not really close to my relatives. Hmm, there's nothing interesting about my family. It must be fun to be close to a lot of your relatives. *scratches head.

I'm reading sociology sloooooooowly. I haven't baked anything :/ This blog is nearly dead. Traffic is such an asshole. I can feel the exhaust pipes and the crowd smothering me. Maybe I should mani pedi on my own. Loadsa things you can do by yourself. pfffffffft. So bored meh.

Dad's been pissy 'cause I've been sungkai out lately and the traffic's a big B. Especially in Gadong. I've got a tumblr. Not that active though.
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Gahhh, I have no mood to do anything. I seem to hate school because we don't do anything much. They're deterring us from studying. I wonder if I could skip school on Tuesday. Hmm. School is getting pretty lonely without the seniors around. We used to see their familiar faces everyday. Now, nada tiaaa. I'll miss Gbah.

There's crocs slippers and little miss and mr shirts everywhereeee. I miss afif and iffah too. I don't know who my cousins are, kinda envy those with lotsa cousins and are connected with everyone. But then again, you can't do anything naughty now,can you.
Rifdi made me realise the advantage of having divorced parents. Freedom :p

I wanna finish reading Jane Eyre, watch the Tudors and cerita korea. I should rearrange the books on the shelf now. Sorrylah brader, my life is so boring :p

Well, at least I'm happy.