Christmas is coming Coming

On monday, it will be the start of ber months which means christmas is coming. The news reminded me about it, and heres the video for all of you.

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I already feel the scents of christmas flushing in my nose this morning, and I felt a little smile in my heart.

When I was young three years ago..(sort of 3 yrs. old) Even if it is the only start of school year I already want to start the christmas countdown. That's why when september 1 comes to tick in our old grandfathers clock "Christmas is Coming". I'm so happy. But as I grow older things changed. I'm not the young girl who is happy when Christmas comes.Why? Our family are not the same family who's obsessed to light the christmas light when august 30 comes. The family early decorated the christmas three. And the family who celebrates christmas as a whole family. We lose not only one but two of my beloved family who already passed away that makes our Christmas more meaningful and happy.

But I realized that I'm not the only one experiencing that, many of us I'm sure that's why I'm ready to face Christmas with joy in my heart.. Even if I have no money or gifts to give for my beloved ones. I'm so blessed and I know God's loves me so much and I have nothing to sad for.

Just play this songs for all of you.

black christmas!

FOR ME!!! ITS TWO THUMBS UP... SCARY!!!!

--by L.A. FILM CRITICS.--

BLACK CHRISTMAS Ever the devoted public servant, I went to see this grisly little horror movie (which opened without benefit of preview screenings) by myself, on Christmas. That makes me sound like a real loser, but in truth, going alone to scary movies takes me back to adolescence, when my folks would drop me off at the local twin theater and I would gleefully experience soul-warping chillers with titles like Sssssss and Asylum. Writer-director Glen Morgan, who co-produced the Final Destination films, appears to have had a similarly unhealthy youth, because whenever he gets a hankering to direct, he remakes a horror classic of the 1970s. First came 2001’s Willard (which wasn’t bad at all), and now there’s Morgan’s fast-paced but unsatisfying remake of a 1974 film by director Bob Clark (Porky’s, A Christmas Story) that few saw at the time, but which has since been credited with influencing John Carpenter’s Halloween and the 30 years of slasher-movie brutality that followed. The gimmick, first devised by screenwriter Roy Moore, is simple: On Christmas Eve, a snowbound house full of sorority girls are picked off by a killer who calls the house phone in between killings to rant in a variety of voices, all of them creepy. In Clark’s version, we never saw the killer’s face or knew his reasons for killing. Here, in a series of flashbacks, Morgan tells of a boy who grew up in the house with an evil mother who drove him mad. The flashbacks are wittily gothic and the present-day murder scenes have the absurdist, chain-reaction intricacy of the Final Destination deaths, but the sorority girls — buxom babes all — are so interchangeable, and so uninteresting, that I got to wishing that Morgan and all those who tred the lucrative horror remake market would take the time to create a bonafide heroine whose survival we could cheer. Hey, does Jamie Lee Curtis have an actress daughter? (Citywide) (Chuck Wilson)