Cake, Candle, Wishes and the People.

Today is my birthday. 31st of May 2012,. I am 20 already. I'm no more teenager. I'm about to learn how to be more adult and mature as my age increases and I also grow older. Directly proportional, we said right ? :)

Here, I want to tell you guys that I can never measure how much I appreciated your efforts to wish me birthday. Some of you included photos in your wish. Honestly, this maybe the best birthday wishes I've ever had for 20 years I breathe. I got hundreds wishes. Mostly from social network ( FB and Twitter ). The rest came from contacts in my mobile. My classmates did bring me to picnic at Sg Chiling near Bukit Fraser and they sang for me. My mommy wished me the best of life, sister and cousin also sent their wishes. Mr boyfriend ? Haha, he is the first person and the most excited person maybe.

I'm too tired for now. In another entry, I'll post some pictures of birthday presents I get, the picnic and also the best wishes from the best friends in my life.

Thank you.  May Allah bless us all forever. Amin.

Hargailah Ia.

Orang lain tak dapat benda ni. Kita dapat. Orang lain tak merasa pun. Kita merasa. Orang lain tak jumpa pun benda ni. Kita jumpa. Orang lain tak dapat beli. Kita beli. Orang lain tak puas. Kita puas. Orang lain bersyukur sgt. Kita jarang bersyukur.

Cuba teka apa benda ni ? Sesuatu yang kita perlukan. Keperluan asas dalam hidup. Sesuatu yang kalau kita boleh mati tanpanya. Boleh sakit. Boleh jadi gila. Kalau kita tak jumpa benda ni satu hari, majoriti manusia mahu pun binatang, lemah tak berdaya. Fikiran pun asyik terfikirkan benda ni drpd makwe atau pakwe sendiri.

MAKANAN dan MINUMAN !

Bagi sesetengah manusia, benda ni bukan susah pun nak cari. Sebab kat tempat dia mudah dia jumpa. Tak pun, dia banyak duit and dia boleh guna duit dia untuk order ke apa ke.. Upah org lain tolong belikan ke.. Ye tak ? Tuuuu.. yang jauhhhhhhh kat sana tu. Afrika, India, Zimbabwe, Sudan, Palestin, Iraq dan banyak lagi tempat... Bagi mereka, nak jumpa air bersih pun payah subhanallah ! Apatah lagi nak jumpa makanan ! Bukan nak kata lapar. KEBULUR terus. Kita lapar. Dorang kebulur. Lain kan ? Kita yang dapat makan ubi cicah gula petang2 hari pun merungut. Tak class, tak sedap, takde khasiat, takde tu takde ni, dasar makanan zaman Jepun lah apa lah. MERUNGUT ! Padahal MAKANAN DEPAN MATA JE TU !

 [[ Btw, sy mmg suka mkn ubi rebus cicah gula pun. Sbb tu mensi kat sini. Hihi ]]

Kenapa ? Kenapa merungut ? Apa salah ubi tu ? Tatkala makanan lain takde untuk dihidangkan, ubi tu sanggup korbankan hayat dia di dalam tanah untuk direbus / digoreng semata mata nak bagi kita kenyang. Belum lg mak ayah. Dorang takde duit nak bagi kita makan ayam golek, ketam, sotong, udang.. Makanan yang mewah2. Ada setengah orang tu, berlagak ! " Err.. Sorry, I duduk London 3 tahun ni.. Perut I tak biasa lah makan nasi. I suka spaghetti. " Dah dapat nasi pun stilllllll... Haih.. :(

Kita selalu perasan ada sesetangah orang yg bwk keluarga dia pergi makan kat restoran biasa je.. Tapi anak2 dia SERONOK MCM PERGI PERGI PAVILION. Cuba bwk dorang g Pavi, agak2 mcm mana lah reaksi dorg kan dapat pijak kat tempat 6 bintang tu ? Saya yang menaip ni pun tak berapa nak mampu sangat nak g sana. Barang berjenama antarabangsa sahaja.

Ada sekali tu, saya tertengok satu episod Bersamamu TV3. Family ni memang miskin sangat. Mkn nasi hari2 lauk garam. Ya tuan tuan dan puan puan, LAUK MEREKA ADALAH GARAM. Kita ? Toksah cakap lah. Mak kita masak ikan goreng je pun kita dah bising mak malas nak masak. Lepas tu, TV3 bawak dorang g 1 restoran luar lah.. Yg ala2 Thailand Seafood tu kann.. TV3 orderkan banyak makanan untuk dorang. Saya perasan yang dorang nak sentuh makanan tu pun dorang segan sangat sangat. Makan pun tertunduk tunduk. Sampai mcm tu sekali bila dapat makan mewah. Sedih.

Ada lagi satu episod, rumah pun dorang takde. Dorang tinggal dalam 1 van buruk yang dorang jumpa kat dalam ladang kelapa sawit. Dorang kemas sikit asalkan dapat tidur dalam tu. Makan nasi tu pun seciput je. Lauk HARI HARI SIPUT BABI MASAK CILI PADI. Anak lelaki sulung dorang yang carikan kat tepi2 batu tu. Siput babi tu. Euuwww.. Kalau korang, korang nak makan ke ? Ubi rebus tak sentuh lagi lah nak makan siput babi kan ? Haha. Kesian korang ni. Bukan dorang yang kesian. Korang.

Pengalaman saya sendiri. Saya ni belajar kat Unisel. Dah sem 6 dah. Sem 6 ni sem pendek. So bila kami dah masuk Unisel, yang lain masih cuti. Kami je yang ada kat sini. Restoran, warung, kedai semua tutup. Duit ada ni tapi kedai makan haram nak bukak. Tak untung lah nak bukak kan ? Student tak ramai. Pertama kali dalam hidup. Terasa susah sangat nak jumpa makanan. Air pun harapkan air mesin tu. Masukkan RM2, dapatlah sebotol. Masa tu subhanallah.... MasyaAllah ! Kenapa ttbe rasa sempit sgt ni ? Lapar gilaa. Sampaikan kiteorg terpaksa jalan kaki pergi kampung belakang Unisel harap2 ada kedai bukak. Agak jauh lah pasar malam dia. Tak pun makan maggi.

Entri kali ni bukan nak perli atau nak tuju kat sesiapa. Saja saya buat sbb saya baru lepas makan sebenarnya ni. Then teringat kat org lain yg belum makan. Entah entah tak dapat makan. Bersyukur lah kita masih dikurniakan kesihatan, sekurang2nya mampu bernafas. Ada makan minum yang walaupun mungkin tak cukup tapi badan kita tak melidi. Kepada sesiapa yang rasa dia gemuk tu, bersyukurlah badan anda sihat. Nampak sgt anda cukup makan dan minum. Jangan lupa ucapkan ALHAMDULILLAH ya ? Untuk segala yang Allah dah bagi kat kita. Baik atau buruk. Ada hikmahnya.

" Lebih baik kita tak makan daripada makan makanan yang halal tapi dari sumber yang haram. Renung-renungkan dan selamat beramal "

                              

Aku ingin menjadi mimpi indah dalam tidurmu

Aku ingin menjadi sesuatu yg mungkin bisa kau rindu

Karena langkah merapuh tanpa dirimu

Oh karena hati tlah letih

Aku ingin menjadi sesuatu yg selalu bisa kau sentuh

Aku ingin kau tahu bahwa ku selalu memujamu

Tanpamu sepinya waktu merantai hati

Oh bayangmu seakan-akan

Kau seperti nyanyian dalam hatiku

Yang memanggil rinduku padamu

Seperti udara yg kuhela kau selalu ada

Hanya dirimu yg bisa membuatku tenang

Tanpa dirimu aku merasa hilang

Dan sepi

Dan sepi

Selalu ada

Kau selalu ada

Selalu ada

Kau selalu ada

Percubaan ke sejuta.

Tipulah kalau dalam life ni kita tak pernah mengata belakang orang. Tak kisahlah buruk atau jahat. Sedikit sebanyak, mesti ada. Walaupun kita takde niat nak mengata. Kdg2 kita saja nak bercerita.

Aku ? Salah satu pengata terhebat kowt. Haha, aku bukannya jenis yg dapat cerita dr mulut ni mulut tu. Kdg2 aku terdengar org duk gossip2 belakang aku. So dr situ aku tahu yg dia ni dgn dia ni bergaduh rupanyaa... Haa cmtulah. Sekian maklum, mengata ni berdosa besar. Jatuh fitnah. Selagi org yg diperceritakan tu tak maafkan kita, sampai bila stay dlm neraka tak keluar2. Nauzubillah. Tapi kita masih tetap melakukannya.

Aku pernah rasa mcm mana bila kita ditembak dgn mcm2 kata tohmahan dr org. Teruk sgt. Hina bebenor kita ni. Mentang2 aku diamkan diri..Aku tak pandai melawan bila org mrh aku. Lg2 kawan. Tk tergamak rasanya nak bls blk mrh2 dgn dorg. Api dgn api kang tak jadi apa betul tak ?

Ada satu situasi ni. Sorry to say, aku tak boleh lupa sampai bila bila. Sedih, terhina. Aku diamkan je benda ni dlm hati. Aku tak sedar yg aku rupanya mcm memendam rasa sampai satu hari.. Aku rasa aku dah tak kesah dgn apa dorg nk ckp. Terus terang, PERGI MAMPUS lah kau nak ckp apa. Benda dah lepas nak bawak naik lagi. Aku sebut nama kau pun tak. Yg kau nak tembak lg pehal ? Kau dh takde modal peluru dah ke ? Kau sendiri pernah ada kisah hitam zaman jahiliah kau kan ? Ada aku kecoh ke ? Kalau aku duk jual cerita org pun. Aku tak sentuh kau, so itu bukan urusan kau langsung.

Kalau kau boleh anggap yang semua org ada perasaan, ada harga diri, hormat semua, kenapa kau tak boleh buat benda yg sama ? Apa aku buat jd salah je kat mata kau. Sakit hati kau tahu tak ? Kau bagi aku tekanan plg hebat masa tu, serious talk lah ex-friend. Kau mmg hebat. TAHNIAH. NAK PIALA ?

Aku maafkan kau. Kau takyah mintak maaf pun takpe. Aku tak batak pun maaf kau. Yg aku tahu, aku dah mintak maaf kat kau. So settle. Kau sana, aku sini. Kalau boleh aku nak jauh lagi. Even aku ni mmg teruk lg drpd kau, bg org lain tapi aku ada hidup aku sendiri yg kau tak perlu tahu, yg kau mmg tak tahu. Cuma jujurlah, aku dah cuba lupakan peristiwa hitam tu sedaya upaya aku tapi aku tak boleh. Sorry to say, aku tak boleh. Aku dah try.

I'll carry you home tonight

Give me a second I

I need to get my story straight

My friends are in the bathroom

Getting higher than the Empire State

My lover she's waiting for me

Just across the bar

My seats been taken by some sunglasses

Asking bout the scar

And I know I gave it to you months ago

I know you're trying to forget

But between the drinks and subtle things

The holes in my apologies

You know I'm trying hard to take it back

So if by the time the bar closes

And you feel like falling down

I'll carry you home

Tonight we are young

So lets set the world on fire

We can burn brighter

Than the Sun

I'm so lonely Broken Angel

This is the first time ever I heard a love song that is so so so romantic, sad and not annoying. It is the greatest MV ever ! I can really feel the pain inside it. Behind the lyrics, the melody, the video, all in it ! Bravo !

I'm so lonely broken angel
I'm so lonely listen to my heart
What a lonely broken angel
Come and save me before I fall apart

I'll be lying if I say that this song is not telling about someone.
I dedicated this song for Shahrul Anuar.
Because at the moment he went back home, he had to leave me.
This song were playing that time.
After he went, I opened my wardrobe and find his shirt.
I hugged his shirt and swear I can really feel him in my arms.
Yes, this is the first time distance separated us apart.
For 3 months, I've been together with him everyday.
For the first time, distance killing me inside.
I feel it until now.
And he moment you read this, he is already beside me now.
At this time, he is on his way from Perak.
Just to see me and stay with me until Sunday.

Ich Liebe Dich Sayang.

Happy Birthday My Sweet Shahida

She was born on May 16th 1995. After calculation, she is 17 now. She is 17 today. Happy birthday sweetheart. May Allah bless you.

I am very proud of who you are now. You are a very independent, very patience, very loving yet strict and stick to what you believe. When ever you asked me " Don't you love me ? " I avoided your question with my annoying face, trying to make you believe that your asked was annoyed me. The truth is, I don't. I love you. Since you were born. I gave everything I had for you. My toys. My money. My food. My attention. My knowledge. Everything. I cannot say I love you for many times everyday. You are not my lover. I admit I am very awkward if I say my love to my family. But don't get me wrong. I've showed to you how much I love you, I protect you.

Still remember the days you wanted my toys and Mommy said, don't take mine, you have yours but you were so hard headed. You took my toy and you threw it away. It was broken and it was my favorite toy that time Never mind, I wasn't angry at all. I don't know why.

Still remember the day I came back home for my semester break and you cried on our room ? Someone you trust broke your trust and you told me about it. I didn't say anything. Indeed, I wanted to see that stupid guy and settle the business. I WON'T EVER EVER LET ANYONE HURT YOU WITHOUT KNOWING THE TRUTH. I'LL KILL THEM FOR YOU LIKE SERIOUSLY.

You told me that you really loves plane and jet. You wanted to fly the jet. You really want to join TUDM. You have my support. 100% support. No worries sissy.

You have my protection, attention and affection until my last breathe, until my last blood. I'm sorry because I can never say I love you. I can't because I can only show it. I can only show it. You'll know it one day when you're adult enough. That is why I forgive you for not understanding what I do for you.

Happy Birthday MY SISTER.

Facebook to Twitter

Do you  have facebook ? I have one. Actually more than one but I forgot all my passwords so I just focuses on one account. My FB name is Nur Jaszianatul Ain. My hobby while I'm facebooking is I love to post everything I feel. No matter its personal or not, I'll post it on my wall. I don't post much. Just one status for every 5 minutes. Is that so bad ? Hihihi.. DAMN BAD.

Friends are usually hate me bcs of this. They will always say.. Sara, you need a twitter like seriously. Some of them, Sara baik kau buat twitter. Honestly, I don't know what is twitter and its function. For a few months afterwards, I tried to search on the internet and sign up for twitter. I did. When I've use it, I found it very useful for a person who loves to tell everything for every second of her life like me. :D

I tell this and that. Everything. I found him. I hate him. I was angry. I was happy. I was at everywhere I went. Tweet tweet tweet. I confess, I was addicted to Twitter so much. I can't even stop tweeting while I'm eat. Bcs I can tell every time everywhere everything. BUT there is one thing about twitter that I don't really like is, I can only type less than 140 letters. 

I ignored FB for a thousand years. I don't care about it. I was very rarely log in to my FB account bcs I have twitter now. Especially when you have a lot of things to say on twitter. I don't know about others but if 9 friends like my status, I feel more honored if 9 followers RT/Fav my tweets. Some of people saying that if people nowadays don't have a twitter acc, they are lame, they are noob, they are old school, old fashioned.. something not updated. I don't think so. It is up to anyone to have what they want to have. You can't say like that. 

Whats the point of you having twitter that you think is so updated but your tweets are so lame ? Right ? :)

[ I like FB more actually now ]

Assignment Oh !

For certain reasons, I found that doing homework is much much easier than doing assignment. Obviously it does. Well, that is just my opinion. I don't know how you interpret homework and assignments. But this is mine.

Homework is when you get ones from you schools. SCHOOLS! You must have teachers to have homework. There is no homework without teachers. It is usually easy and must be dine by tonight, send by tomorrow before the teacher enters the classroom. Bhahaha. -,-"

Homework usually gave at the end of the class day. It will be like this.

The bell ringing telling that the class is over. Then the teacher will say " Class, this is your homework "

Why is it so hard for you to let us go ? Can't it be a day without homework, can it ? URghhhhh

Assignments. Well well well.... You just have to send it by a few weeks from the day you get one. You have plenty of times to get it done BUT !! You must know..... It is ASSignments. See that ?? ASSignment !!

Yeah you will start to procrastinate. Me neither always think.. I still have few weeks, two more weeks, I week, Ohh shut up !! One more day ??? Like seriously ? Are you F-ing kidding me??!! Oh my. I'm dead.

I like last minute work. Honestly, because Idk. I'm more clever when I became something " gelabah " when I have works to do. Suddenly I can finish the works within few hours. Not to say its good but at least, there are minor error. Alhamdulillah. :)

Frankly, when I'm doing my assignment, I realized, totally realized that homework is nothing compared to assignment. It is damn easy ! So easy. Eventhough I'll have to send it by tomorrow, but still. Its not this hard. When I failed some, I must redo to get better marks. Must do it. Because you know why  ? Bcs it is your carry mark dumbass. If you get less, your final won't really help you, trust me, it won't. And your pointer will get lower. You will faced problems to the next semester. You won't get loan if you did apply. Your cgpa must be above 2.5 if you're qualified to graduate. See how hard it is to live in university ? I'm not sure if you understand when you read this but.. If you are one of them, like me, you'll understand.

UNISEL

Unisel. A place full with politic issues, murder cases, suicide things, a lot of problematic problems. Before I stepped into this place, I wondered that maybe this will be the best place ever. You know.. You are in a university now. So adult, so matured. So cool. This is what I called as Senior Year.

On my first semester, it was great though. Found new housemates who are now my best friends. Found new things. Teacher no more, it is lecturer now. No uniform, just a casual wear for class. I honestly like the place. It is big enough for me to go for a walk, green, lakes, palm trees. But actually, it is not that big. Because I already in for the sixth semester now. So when I walk around Unisel, its not that big like the first time I had. I have to admit, I hate Unisel like so serious. I dislike it. I cursed the place. Because there are a lots of problems that I've heard about it and some of them happened to me. The management is so slow sometimes. I don't know how to explain but yeahh.. Unisel does irritates me, annoys me much. But THAT WAS BEFORE.

In Unisel, I found you, you and you. Oh him too ! Her , I shall not forget.

I have a lots of names in my head. Each of them, curved the best memories in my heart. Thousand sadness, a million happiness they shall gave me. Its not just about friendships and loves. They taught me life. They taught me how to forget your sadness. It is by crying till you sleep. They taught me how to love. It is by forgetting what you hates. They taught me how to fight. It is by smiling to your haters. How did your friends taught you life ?

Sorry. I'm not telling you about Unisel. I'm not telling you about my friends. I'm not telling you about my life. I'm telling about what is in there. It doesn't matter Unisel or any other places in the whole world. It is about what is in there. There, what you feel about it. Well, I love it now. Even though it was so bad, I've learned so much.

Green Light

Assalamualaikum people. Heyy.. :)

I wanna tell you about my recent life. Too many things happened recently. And all of them were really taught me to be stronger and stronger to keep fighting for what I deserve. First thing first, problem to pay my tuition fees. It was 2k MYR. As my family isn't a wealth ones and I have 3 siblings, its kinda hard to bear everyone's cost. My final exam was just around the corner but I still didn't manage to find the money.  Because if I don't find the money, I can't pay. And when I can't pay, I won't be allowed to sit for final. Then, I have to quit my study and extend my semester. I was so worried so I told my mother that I need money. My mom sighed, so I know how hard this could be. She asked, what happen if we don't pay? I won't be able to sit for my final mom.

Time passes by, my mom didn't tell me anything about the money. I have no heart to ask her anymore. Enough, once is enough. So I kept silence and waited for miracle.

The final day before my exam started, mom text me. She said, she already bank in the money. So I can sit for my final. Mom, Idk how to thank you. I am seriously don't know how.

Anuar. My special somebody. We are now almost 2 months to be in a relationship. Alhamdulillah, I managed to bring him to meet my family. One night, he drove me home to Selayang cause I really want to. I never expect, my parents invited him to come in. Then, when he was about to leave, my dad asked him to stay in our home for one night. Because my dad worried that he'll drive back to Unisel alone using the dark short cut lonely road in Rawang. But he refused for good. And, alhamdulillah, he was safely arrived Unisel. That time, I knew deep in my heart, my parents do like him.


My Pak Su's new home. When his house was still under renovation, I sat with him at his burger stall. I discussed with him about how the house should looks like. I said, purple would be nice. And the ceiling would look so neat if he used the carved ceiling. And tiles for the floor. Two days ago, I went to his new home at Batang Kali, Ulu Yam. He and his wife held a kenduri. When I stepped into the house, I was so surprised that...

The house was really like how we planned .

Thirteen Ghosts

Have you ever watch this movie? If you don't, you should. I promise you a great horror movie. I give you the synopsis of the story. After read it, you should watch the movie. Here's the first part of the movie. You can open the other link on the other tabs. Feel free. Make sure you're not alone.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NtSl2HBBaw4&feature=related

Ghost hunter Cyrus Kriticos (F. Murray Abraham) and his psychic assistant Dennis Rafkin (Matthew Lillard) lead a team on a mission to capture a spirit, called the Juggernaut, in a junkyard. Several of the men are killed during the ensuing fight, including Cyrus himself. However, the team is able to catch the ghost. Cyrus' nephew, Arthur Kriticos (Tony Shalhoub), a widower, is informed by Cyrus' estate lawyer Ben Moss (JR Bourne) that he has inherited a mansion. Financially insecure, Arthur decides to move into the mansion with his two children, Kathy (Shannon Elizabeth) and Bobby (Alec Roberts) and their nanny Maggie (Rah Digga).

Dennis Rafkin, disguised as a power company employee, meets the family and Moss as they tour the mansion. The residence is made almost entirely of glass walls and floor with Latin phrases etched on them. After going in the basement and seeing the several ghosts he helped capture, Dennis frantically runs upstairs to warn Arthur that there are 12 violent ghosts imprisoned in the house, held captive. Moss slips away to collect his payment, but upon taking the briefcase he activates a mechanism that seals the entrance to the home and begins to release the ghosts one-by-one. The Angry Princess is the first ghost to be released, and advances menacingly towards Moss for remarking "nice tits," at her earlier. Moss attempts to apologize to her, but is sliced in half when two doors close through him.

Bobby disappears after getting separated from Maggie and is lured into the basement by the Bound Woman, recently released along with several other ghosts. Bobby then encounters two other ghosts, the Torso and the Withered Lover, who is revealed to be the ghost of his dead mother, Jean. He then sees his supposedly dead great-uncle, Cyrus, behind him and is attacked by him.

When the others split up and search the basement for Bobby, despite Dennis's protests, the psychic manages to use a pair of spectral viewers - which allow the wearer to see into the supernatural realm - to convince Maggie of the ghosts by using them to show her the Hammer in its cell. Shortly after, Dennis discovers that the Jackal has been released, meaning they are in grave danger.

Meanwhile, Kathy puts on a pair of the spectral viewers she took from the bathroom earlier, and sees the Jackal, who then proceeds to viciously attack her. However, she and Arthur are saved from the Jackal by Kalina Oretzia (Embeth Davidtz), a spirit liberator, who has snuck into the house and is attempting to free the ghosts. Kalina then uses Kathy's (who has mysteriously disappeared) spectral viewers to show the Jackal to Arthur, and explains that the home is actually a machine built by Cyrus, based on a design in a 15th century book written by the astrologer Basileus while he was possessed by the Devil. The machine is powered by the spirits of 12 ghosts based on the "Black Zodiac," and opens the "Ocularis Infernum" (Eye of Hell) that allows its user to see everything in the past, present and future, thus making the user the most powerful being on earth. Dennis also reveals that Jean is the Withered Lover, enraging Arthur. Kalina goes on to tell Arthur that his children are in grave danger, and the only way to ensure their successful return is for Arthur to sacrifice himself to become the 13th ghost - a failsafe ghost created out of an act of pure love, which would destroy the machine.

While Maggie and Kalina get to the library, Arthur and Dennis attempt to find the kids, using a glass wall as a shield against the ghosts' attacks. However, when the Juggernaut is released as the final ghost and comes after the two men along with the Hammer, Dennis decides to sacrifice himself and traps Arthur behind the glass wall in a corner. Dennis, however, is no match for the two ghosts and Arthur watches helplessly as the Juggernaut brutally finishes the psychic off, bending him in half on a nearby pole.

Meanwhile, Cyrus is revealed to be alive, having faked his death in order to lure Arthur to the house and Kalina is his secret partner and lover. Cyrus has orchestrated the abduction of Kathy and Bobby so that Arthur will become the 13th ghost, which will not stop the machine, as Kalina had claimed, but trigger its activation. Kalina says the only flaw in the plan is that Arthur will only sacrifice himself if his children are in jeopardy. When she balks at Cyrus's order to put the children in jeopardy, Cyrus traps her in a small chamber, crushing her to death between two walls. Cyrus plays a tape-recorded Latin chant to summon the ghosts to activate the machine.

Arthur arrives at the main hall of the house and witnesses all 12 ghosts standing around a rotating crest of metal rings, his children at the center. Arthur and Cyrus have a violent confrontation and Cyrus overpowers Arthur. Maggie begins to disrupt the machine's controls, breaking the chant and freeing the ghosts of their trance. The ghosts grab Cyrus and hurl him into the rings, slicing him to pieces. Dennis' ghost then appears, telling Arthur that it is not over and to go to his kids. Waiting for a break in the rings, Arthur safely leaps to his children. The machine continues to malfunction and the walls of the house shatter, freeing the ghosts. The ghost of Arthur's wife, Jean, appears before the family and tells them that she loves them before vanishing. Maggie is then seen wandering through the destroyed house, screaming that she quits.

[edit]The Ghosties

The first fifteen of the thirteen ghosts that make up the fictional "Black Zodiac" each have their own unique back stories. Although these stories were not described in the film, the production and make-up teams explain their guidelines on the DVD. Cyrus narrates each ghost's back story. They also seem to increase in danger posed as their numbers increase.

• The Last Born Son - The Last Born Son is the ghost of Billy Michaels, a boy who loved Cowboy films. One day a neighbor found a real steel-tipped bow and arrow in his parents' closet. He challenged Billy to a duel, with Billy using a toy gun. However, his plaything was no match for the arrow, and he died when the neighbor shot it through the back of his head. In death, Billy is in his cowboy suit and holding a tomahawk, with the arrow still protruding from his head. His ghost whispers "I want to play" or "play with me."

• The Torso - The Torso is the ghost of a gambler called Jimmy "The Gambler" Gambino. One day he made a deal with a made man, Larry “The Finger” Vitello, and when he bet heavily on a boxing match and lost, he tried to renege his bet and slip out of town, and so sealed his fate. The mob and the winning boxer, to whom he owed money, caught up with Gambino and cut him into several pieces, wrapping them in cellophane and dumping the corpse into the ocean. His ghost is just his torso, trying to walk around on its hands, while his head lies nearby screaming within the cellophane.

• The Bound Woman - The Bound Woman is the ghost of Susan LeGrow, a girl with very rich and wealthy parents. Susan was born privileged and she had a penchant for dating one individual boy and cheating on him with another boy. This left a long trail of broken hearts. Susan’s senior year in high school she dated the star football player Chet Walters. On the night of her school prom, wherein Susan and Chet were named Prom Queen and King, respectively, Chet found Susan with another boy. The next morning the boy was found dead and Susan was missing, and two weeks later her body was found buried at the 50 yard line of the school football field. Chet was convicted and sentenced to death. Right before his execution he was quoted as saying “The bitch broke my heart so I broke her neck”. Her ghost is hanging suspended with her Prom dress on and Chet’s tie around her neck and her arms tied behind her back and she also has a twitch from when she was hung.

• The Withered Lover - The Withered Lover is Jean Kriticos, Arthur's wife. She was burned severely saving her family from a devastating house fire, and died of her wounds in the hospital. Her ghost initially appears in a hospital gown, hooked up to an IV pole and showing severe burns on her face, however, after the destruction of the machine, her ghost is wearing her normal clothes and her burns have vanished. Unlike the other ghosts, she is not a vengeful spirit, electing to help her family.

• The Broken Prince - The Torn Prince is the ghost of Royce Clayton, a gifted baseball star in high school, albeit with attitude issues and a superiority complex. In 1957 he was challenged by a greaser named Johnny to a drag race, but was killed as his car spun out of control and flipped over; the cause of the accident was a cut brake line. He was buried in a plot of earth that overlooked his hometown baseball diamond. His ghost carries a baseball bat, and parts of his face and body are torn to shreds from when he was dragged under the car. His ghost also uses his bat as a powerful weapon and in his cell, he sits atop the upturned car which ended his life.

• The Angry Princess - The Angry Princess is the ghost of Dana Newman who had the natural beauty of a goddess but also had an inability to recognize it. By the time of her early 20’s, a string of abusive boyfriends fueled her low self-esteem and lead her in a downward spiral of self-loathing from which doctors struggled to save her. Her desperate search for perfection lead her to find employment with a plastic surgeon, where her wage was paid in nose jobs, breast implants and other procedures. Alone one night at the clinic, Dana tried to perform surgery on herself in a desperate attempt to remove an imperceivable imperfection on her face. However the unorthodox procedure went horribly wrong and she was left blind in one eye. She committed suicide in the bathtub by slashing herself to death with a butcher knife until her veins ran dry. When she was discovered, people said she was as beautiful in death as she was in life. Her ghost is naked still holding the same knife she killed herself with, showing all the wounds. Her cell is covered in blood from where she cut all of the slits in her body and the blood from her veins.

• The Pilgrimess - The Pilgrimess is the ghost of Isabella Smith. In 1695 during colonial times Isabella sailed across the Atlantic Ocean in search for a warm comfortable home in New England, but the tight-knit townsfolk didn’t trust outsiders and isolated her from the town. But problems had begun not too long after she arrived: the town's livestock began to die mysteriously so the local preacher judgmentally accused her of witchcraft. She denied the claim but the town quickly turned against her. As more livestock started to fall ill, the preacher acquired a mysterious illness. The town rallied into a frenzy, cornering Isabella in a barn which they lit on fire. However, moments later Isabella miraculously crawled out still alive without a single burn on her skin, clothes, or hair. So instead she was sentenced to a slow death in the stocks where she stayed for weeks on end while children stoned her, women cursed her, and men spat on her. The humiliation grew far worse than the pain, so finally Isabella came to starvation. Her ghost is walking around with her hands still locked in the stocks covered with a few cobwebs and dry leaves.

• The Great Child & The Dire Mother - The Dire Mother is the ghost of Margaret Shelburne who was a shy woman who could never stand up for herself - partly because she rose to only a mere three feet in height ever since childhood. She was constantly stared at for her ridiculously small size and her own mother would sometimes dress her like a doll, but Margaret didn’t care as long as she found some perverse form of acceptance. A carnival barker named Jimbo placed her on display in his freak show. Margaret found this life terrible, and one night while sweeping the donkeys' pen she was raped by a carnival freak called The Tall Man. Her son, Harold “The Great Child,” was born as a result of this rape, and eventually weighed over three hundred pounds (136 kg). Since infancy, Margaret spoiled Harold. As a result, he remained in diapers his entire life. While the circus workers teased and tormented them relentlessly, the two became very close and protective of each other. One day some circus workers decided to play a cruel joke on Harold by kidnapping his mother. Angered and enraged, he set out to look for his mother but when he found her she had died of suffocation in the sack she was kept in. Filled with anger, Harold violently chopped the workers to death with an axe, and kept their remains and placed them on display for paying customers to see. Later, when Jimbo found out what Harold had done, he ordered an angry mob to rip and tear Harold apart. Their ghosts are always together and The Great Child still holds the axe he used to kill the circus workers with. In the original script, their deaths were different. It's explained in the director's commentary on the DVD that their original deaths were that Harold suffocated on his own vomit and as a result fell onto his mother, thus suffocating her as well. It wasn't until later that this idea was disregarded as the directors felt it was too weak a character background. It is this story line though that explains why Harold has vomit all over his bib, and why his mother is feeding him in their cell.

• The Hammer - The Hammer is the ghost of a blacksmith, George Markley, who lived in a small town in the 1890s. He was wrongfully accused of stealing, and when threatened with exile, he refused to leave town. A gang led by his accuser hung his wife and children and burned their bodies; in revenge, George used his sledgehammer to beat his accuser and the other culprits to death. He was then subjected to a cruel form of frontier justice by the townsfolk, being chained to a tree and executed by having railroad spikes driven into his body with his own sledgehammer. As a final touch, they cut off his hand and attached the sledgehammer - handle and all - to the hand that was cut off. His ghost is seen with the railroad spikes protruding from his body and a sledgehammer for a left hand.

• The Jackal - The Jackal is the ghost of Ryan Kuhn. In 1887 Ryan was born to a prostitute. By the time of his mid or late-adult years, Ryan developed a sick insatiable taste for the female gender, and he began attacking prostitutes and stray women with the cunning of a wild animal. Feeling a desperate need of help, he committed himself to Borinwood Asylum. After years of imprisonment in a padded room, Ryan went insane, scratching at the walls so violently that his finger nails were torn completely off. The doctors kept him permanently bound in a strait-jacket and tying it tighter when he would act up causing his limbs to contort horribly. However, Ryan gnawed right through it, so the doctors stuck him in a dark basement cell and locked his head in a cage. There he grew to hate all mankind screaming madly and cowering whenever approached by people. When a fire broke out in the asylum everyone but Ryan escaped. His ghost is in his undone strait-jacket and his head locked in the half-way broken cage. If he encounters fire of any kind his ghost will disappear.

• The Juggernaut - The Juggernaut is the ghost of a serial killer named Horace "Breaker" Mahoney. Standing seven feet tall, he was of such grotesque height and appearance that everyone ostracized him as a child. His mother abandoned him at birth, so his father raised him, putting him to work in the junkyard crushing old cars. After his father died, Horace was left on his own, and soon went mad. He would pick up female hitchhikers on the road and drive them back to his junkyard, then tear them apart with his bare hands and feed them to his dogs. One day he picked up an undercover female police officer, who called for backup, bringing a SWAT team to surround the junkyard. Since close combat was impossible, the police instead struck the yard, and arrested the giant. However, Horace broke free from the cuffs, and three officers lost their lives. Quickly, five SWAT officers took out their guns and brought Horace down in a hail of bullets. When he finally went down, they shot an extra round of ammunition into him, "just to be safe." His ghost still shows bullet holes all over his clothing, and the round that finished him, in the center of his forehead. According to Dennis, Horace killed nine people when he was alive, and another thirty-one approx as a ghost, then many of Cyrus' assistants and Dennis himself.

• The Broken Heart - The thirteenth ghost would've been Arthur. He had to be alive to be sacrificed into the Eye of the Devil and then die to save his family, but the ghosts threw Cyrus into the Eye of the Devil instead, setting all twelve ghosts free.

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