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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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The Old is Not The Young, But The Experienced
Glamour, Glory, Gold.That and more. Wondrous shezzam yo. I've just realized I have nothing to blog about other than the story of some award ceremony involving red carpets, big shot stars (that consequently impend other smaller wannabe local self-acclaimed artists) and those cutesy little golden statuettes. It's called The Academy Awards, or more endearingly referred to as the Oscars. Finally finished reading No Country For Old Men just recently. Was quite surprised when found out that one of Cormac McCarthy's books had been adapted into a movie. Was not quite surprised when found that it was a serious contender for the Oscar's best picture award. The book in itself is a gourmet of thought spiced up by action and suspense. In the end, it cements its' standing as more than just a Western shoot-out. It kinda lost me towards the conclusion however. I just didn't quite get it. But try The Road, from the same author. It's haunting, and will most probably give you nightmares the same way it gave me many restless nights. Now that I think about it, I was probably propelled to finish the book just so I can sleep easy again. It's just that psychologically haunting. |