This is one great piece of monologue by Ellen Page of “Hard Candy“, I’m still amazed by her great convincing performance, It’s were Jeff act by surprise of why she tied him?, then she explain to him how should a grown up act when a child act like an adult.
– The Pedophiles!
– “She was so sexy, she was asking for it!”, “She was only technically a girl. She acted like a woman”.
– It’s just so easy to blame a kid, isn’t it?
– Just because a girl knows how to imitate a woman, doesn’t mean she’s ready to do what a woman does.
– I mean you’re the grown-up here.
– If a kid is experimenting and says something flirtatious, you ignore it. You don’t encourage it.
– If a kid says, “Hey, let’s make a screwdrivers”, You take the alcohol away and you don’t race them to the next drink!.
It’s a MUST to see movie, 10/10.
Facebook requires your real name, he ignores that the world is not full of nice people, in fact there are many people obsessed in collecting info about you so it can be used against you, your bad x wife as an example.
Now facbook provides complex control over your info, very complicated, yet they are trying to make it easier!.
What I discovered is even if you raised your privacy control, you can’t enjoy freedom of the net, since facebook is not giving you what you’ve selected, as an example, if you selected not to be seen in search results weather in facebook or google, well, you won’t in facebook, but your name with a link to your profile will be visible in google search if you ever “like” a page!.
I don’t know what’s the point to send the index of page members to google!, Now facebook would say it’s impossible to fix that, but here is my idea for full control over this issue, I want open net but with my FRIENDS only, so based on my range of privacy, if I ever told facebook I don’t want to be in public search, but yet I want to be visible only to my friends, all they need to do is to encrypt the name into auto generated number and hide profile pic for the public.
This number would be visible only to public [NOT FRIENDS], and the picture of the profile should be hidden too, this way no one will knew your encrypted number even YOU, except the system, now When your friend sign in, and go to a public page you liked or see a comment made on public by you, the system takes all the number and decrypt them into the real name and show the profile pic once the condition that you are a friend to that number is true!.
I think that was very simple!, It’s not a rocket science to provide good control over your privacy!, well…..it’s a little bit rocket science, but it’s not IMPOSSIBLE!.
Well, I don't have a car, nor can afford a car, all my life is based on public transportation, but if I had a car, I think I'll do a lot of stuff including visiting many sites I always dreamed going there by my self, in other hand, not having a car makes me feel comfortable about traffic jams, or breaking and stealing, keep fixing and checking the parts, since you know, I DON'T HAVE A CAR!.
April: So now I’m crazy because I don’t love you, right is that the point?.
Frank: NO WRONG, you’re not crazy and you do love me, that’s the point April.
April: But I don’t, and I hate you, you are just some boy who made me laugh at a party once, infact if you come any closer. if you touched or anything, I think I’ll scream.
April: What are you gonna do now, are you gonna hit me, to show me how much you love me.
Frank: Don’t worry, I can’t be bothered, you are not worth the trouble to hit you, you are empty, empty
hollow shallow woman. I mean, what the hell are you doing in my house if you hate so much, why the hell are you married to me, what the hell you are doing carrying my child, why you have not just get rid of him when you had a chance, cause listen to me, listen to me, I got news for you, I wish that god that you had.
Great monologue of Revolutionary Road – the movie
This insomnia is killing me!, I can’t stop thinking of future, many voices inside my head keeps coming up, a huge step is ahead me, I don’t know If I took the right decision, it’s hard to go where all your friends are avoiding, it’s hard to say this is the right thing!.
The irony is everyone is telling me it’s good, you should do that from the 1st place, but if it’s that good why they didn’t go there.
It’s not like I had a choice, it’s mostly I have no choice except facing this experience, it’s just 1.5 year!, right? what could happen there!.
I don’t know!, but I’m going through feelings, like time is going so fast that I couldn’t do what I always wanted, but in the same time, I feel life is going deadly slow, that I just want to forward it to the point where I pack my stuff and go.
It’s hard here, I feel like it’s not my place, the community is built over different values of me, whether in love, in friendship or work!, it’s hard, it’s so complicated.
When I sit next to her, everything fades away!, wouldn’t be nice if all my life is about sitting next to her?, I don’t know why I love her, she just makes me feel quiet and peace, all the voices in my head settle and every things becomes clear, inside me I feel happy, I love life with her, she is life, yet I hate her lifestyle!.
She is with very shallow mind, reckless girl, she loves her self so much, she takes hours painting her little tiny foot fingers with roses and mini bright stars!, she likes to smoke like a machine!, yet she is so careful in which soap she should use for her skin!, everything is simple for her, she loves categorizing people, she has a buzzy voice, noisy and messy girl, she brings chaos where ever she goes, but I feel it’s like she brings colors to my life!.
But is this enough to love!, day after day I realize it’s us who we make love, feelings and emotions, it’s just we attach this chemical reactions to the sweetest person we imagine ourselves with.
How silly of me to try defining such a thing called love!, like I know everything.
Ahhhh, my moods today become positive and negative rapidly, I think it’s related to the March’s season, this spring, windy sunny rainy cloudy weather!, the month when I was born!.
God!, it’s been 25 years ago where I cried for the 1st time!, and I still wanna cry!, crying out loud, shame on me, men don’t cry, right?, well fuck them, I want to cry.
Maybe it’s a small desire reflected by the silent anger that is growing and growing, oh you don’t wanna know about this
It’s so khara to feel yourself blocked from inside out!, is it illusion to feel your inner self is so giant and so powerful, but from outside, you can’t translate this into real actions.
And what about Identity crisis too, shit this is the most pain in the ass problem with me, where is my fucking Identity?!.
Anyhow, I’m fully determine in smashing all the obstacles, just to see where this is going, I just want to know how every thing will end, I hope my end is good.
Enough practicing my English for today.
The beauty of P2 theme is the temptation to post new posts, you just see this box in front of you and you just want to write something, it’s been so long since I wrote the last post in English, I feel like I’m losing it, I have a better reading skills rather than writing, but I think I have to practice more, hope this P2 theme will help me to do it.
I’ve met an old friend of mine yesterday, it’s been over two years since I saw him, it’s great to have such a great friends, I knew him since I was 14 [I feel I’m using the word since too much].
What I’m proud of my friend is all of them are honest, I don’t feel uncomfortable with them, I can say whatever I want whenever I want without the fear to be judged.
We had discussed many things, the future is the most of my fears, he wants to immigrate, the argument was about our professions, I told him I want to try my luck here before heading to far away place, my profession which is banks and insurance is so new to the country, it’s been 6 years only for the 1st private bank, maybe for him the situation is different, but for me I want to try my luck before going out.
I wish the luck for all my friends, I love them, and I’m so proud of them, weather they are here, or at some place far far away, they are all hardworking men and promising for a better future.
Today I asked my self, what is my passion?, usually, I respect who have a passion and devote their lives to it, coloring their world with it, even though I believe it’s one color life style.
Weather it’s a good passion or not, people take an attitude immediately to those people who have a passion, either they accept them and start seeking their attention, or they refuse them at the moment.
As an Example, people who have a passion of Metallic music, they have a known pattern of lifestyle, not to mention you can recognize them from the way they dress.
So what is my passion?, what is that thing which makes me unique from others, what kind of music I love, movies and books?.
I always tried to define my passion, but I always fail to reach the level of making it a life style, or let’s say a permanent way of life, I feel bored immediately from doing the same thing every day, so I let it go.
What is my passion, neutralism is driving me crazy, I want to take a side.
But wait, I’m totally convinced that there is nothing perfect, I mean I can’t have a passion of a singer cause not all his/her songs are worth to listen, having a passion of one kind lifestyle cancel the opportunity of having experience of others, frankly I get annoyed from those who talk about their one life style passion as if it’s the hidden paradise.
So what is my passion?
I have a passion Action, life and new ideas, I love that music which makes all my cells dancing, maybe electronic music or just ordinary one, but with a fast rhythm, a permanent change of the tempo.
I have a passion of high places, cause it generates a lot of fear inside me, so my adrenaline released in my body and I can feel my heart is beating, I love life, healthy life with all the meaning of the word, I love extreme sports, I’d like to climb a rocky mountain with pillar angle, and I believe I will pee in my pants since I will feel so frightened.
I have a passion of rally events, and the scene of mud covering all the car while it’s going to the maximum speed leaving behind a total mess, or wearing those heavy gloves and hard helmet driving on desert road, while the sands hit every corner of it.
I have a passion of skiing on ice, and I’d like just for once to hear the sound of skiing while thick air stings my chicks, I want punji jump [Not sure I spell it right], where I see the land closing and closing so I do my last prayer in my heart, and at the last moment the rob polls me up again, it’s like you being born again.
I have a passion in playing in mud hole, jumping in it, messing with the substance that we were created from, or for sure we will be buried in it some day.
I have a passion of driving a motor cycle, driving it to the maximum speed toward the horizon with a sunset scene, at old deserted rural road, and olive trees planted all over its sides, at a spring time, long, long road, without an end, hearing the sound of motor while changing the gears, and my sweetheart embraces me from behind.
I have a passion with the food that requires you to dip in, a food with all colors, meat, tomatoes salad and hot chili, crunchy bread, and yogurt, a food where all the family gather around, and I hate to eat alone, and If it happens, I don’t enjoy the food to the level I forgot what I just already ate.
I have a passion with pain!! No, not sadistic pain, I don’t like to cause pain to my self or to anyone, and I can’t stand the scene of blood, but I mean If it happened that I was in pain, I try to enjoy it, a pain which drive me to sleep, and believe me, the pain I’m talking about is not just physical pain, it’s more like suffer to pain.
I have a passion of all what I mentioned, even though I don’t follow the news updates of what I said, and even I don’t know one single name of famous people related to my passion, I don’t have a posters also, and I don’t know If I will ever have the chance to experience what I mentioned, it’s like that great Pepsi advertisement, about doing things before going to 30.
I’m listening to a very loud song for Evanescence, next I will listen to my Fairuz [Legendary Classic Arab singer], I hate to tie my self with one kind pattern, it’s me and this is my life, I have big dreams, and for now I hardly can reach simplest one of them.
Maybe I have a passion of life, isn’t that enough?, what about you? What is your dreams? Your passion?.
Psst: If you have a great English skills, or you are a native speaker, please help me to improve my English, Append your suggestion and correction to your comment, I will be happy to improve my English with you.
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