This is my rant
The world we live in is filled with hate and cynicism. So many that believe in nothing. People that are moving forward each day of their life without so much as a progressive step.
They spend their day in the mine, chipping away at the wall, not hoping to find lovely gold, not looking for a beautiful diamond... Just hoping that by swinging that pickax they can pull down enough to pay the mortgage or rent, take care of medical and sock away enough for the future... whatever that may be.
Have you made plans for retirement?
You don’t want to be doing whatever it is you are doing for the rest of your life... right? Well, make sure you invest in a wise plan to make the most out of your twilight years, when yer 55 with nice gray hair or a nice bald head.
Yea.
The practicality of living life. The pickax may be a pen, a keyboard or a telephone, but everyday we lift it up, swing it back down, and file out only to return the next day.
I go out sometimes. Frequent me favourite restaurants (Mc Donald’s, Ming Dien, Lim Mee Yoke, Kentucky, Thirumal, Delifrance”). And often times I see families eating, couples eating. And they do not speak. They spent an entire day and came away with nothing to really talk about.
“Hey, did you hear that some local rock star got arrested at Backroom?”
“Oh really?”
“Oh yes.”
“Fann Wong zhende hen biao liang hor?”
“Dui lor”
Eat eat eat. The brief outbursts are about other people, the tedium of work or how tired one may be.
I often wonder about these people. Myself too aye. Eh…does the dysfunction stop just at the restaurant, or do they take it home with ‘em? Do they enter the house, wear wee paper-thin veiled smiles and snuggle only with their fluffy pillows.
Is there no more of them romance and passion? What happened to living life? And does this happen to everyone? So many are so unhappy doing whatever it is that they are doing.
I don’t talk much in life. I keep me mouth shut most of the time. I don’t complain about the names of Star Wars movies, or that original software is expensive in Malaysia. But some things u just can’t overlook. It’s in there all the time hey, tucked away at a hidden corner in me brain, looking for a way out.
I’m here, 5 hours after returning home from the blasted traffic jam. This has always been the way I’ve treated the site, it’s me friend, the person I talk with when all the others are asleep. This is my blog, my pal. This is my rant.
"De best things in life are free."
And that soft comfy thing in my room is me bed.
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Tuesday, 25 February 2003
This is cool--->
The shop is called Pennylane. Named after that Beatles song. They sell punk, rock, blues, soul, pop, R&B, and imports, everything for the serious CD collector. They’re in a quiet lil cozy corner in Subang parrrrade, carefully placed to attract those passer-bys who don’t visit Tower Records. People do make a special effort to shop there – young people, always young people, in t-shirts n jeans, looking for deleted singles and ‘Original Not Re-Released’ CDs.
I got there late in the afternoon. Long-haired gal’s already there, leaning against the counter. 20 sumthing, with long black hair. She passed me what I’ve been looking for for quite sum time. Glay’s Pure Soul cd. I put up the cash. My first ever Japanese CD.Yessss. I wanna be slamming n jamming to the kings of J-rock. The ride home was blissful joy.:P
I had a lil bit of a workout yesterday b4 dinner. Managed to do 7 push-ups, ab crunches 9 times (reps) and I curled a lightweight dumbbell with me hands 8 times. Finally, I took my first baby step in me quest to have a body of steel like Johnny Bravo. My cousin,Sue says the chances of me having a lean, mean and toned body like Johnny Bravo is 0.1%. muahahaha. Sue, whatta gal. Ah well, they say “from little acorns, mighty oaks grow”. Sumthin like that. I do love me potbelly and the love handles. Eh..what’d I do without ‘em hey? Would these lovelies disappear once I start doing 50 push-ups daily n swimming n gym n all that Johnny Bravo stuff?
P.S : Ann! Whatta nice surprise. Haven't seen ya around in ages. Thanks for visiting me sitee. Hope u're doin alrite n all. Thanks for stalkingg:D u da babee!
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Friday, 21 February 2003
Remember Moulin Rouge?
I found Moulin Rouge at the friendly neigbourhood DVD stall today. I’d seen it quite some time ago at the cinema, had some fond memories of it. Tough day, skool work and all that... I wanted to relax. I wanted to do sumthing that doesn’t remind me of college, assignments, and deadlines. : ) So I put it on, and sat back and relaxed. Wah lao ehhhh, whatta moviee!
Ya know, within this magical incantation that has just been cast upon me lies a love story that shows the truth about tragic love, the beauty of doomed love and the freedom of groovy love.
You see, LOVE, is the central and most powerful theme of the film. It pops the colours out at me, swirling those lit chemicals about that square thing we call a television and by the time I’m done… I was in a daze… a daze where all I wanted in the world was to grab the remote control and press play and see it again… but this time with someone who makes me want to sing.
The story between Ewan and Nicole isn’t just a love story, it is a LOVE ANTHEM. A cinematic asam laksa carried out on sambal and coca-cola all for yer dining pleasure!! :D This is de LOVE STORY that should boom n bang hard and often in the souls of quite a few lovers around the world.
The music, these songs… how they are sung… how they fit…. How they are choreographed… well… perfect! … It comes so quickly, so breathlessly pumping adrenaline straight to your brain that… you want to sing with them. You just wanna stand up, find a girl, de gal… eyes fixed on the girl you love and just sing… sing so many songs…. Songs instead of sweet words, singing those goofy wonderful giddy songs that we all feel are so corny, but damn if it isn’t played at the right moment, with the right light and with the right person… if fireworks don’t blast off and scream in the nighttt. These are those songs, more magical than you’ve seen them used before.
The medleys… Remember when u first discovered MP3s… Remember when you had friends over for studying or pizza and you loaded up that Winamp with 100 super songs and just prompted song after song after song that you just hit them with… and remember how u all listened through the night. That's this movie! U2, Whitney Houston, Nirvana... This isn’t a compilation tape… this film creates a language of its own for the audience that know these songs…u just feel sooo funky ya know when u hear them all singing Nirvana’s ‘Smells Like Teen Spirit’ or U2’s ‘Pride’ or bits from the Sound of music movie :D.
It has all the thrust of an action film on steroids, but with so much more on the ball. Here we have LOVE…. Passion, Sacrifice, Romance, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE, LOVE… Did I say this movie had love in it? Well, there is so much… so fast…. So real… that I just can’t get over how I want to have a relationship with the film itself. The way this movie flowed and moved it felt like it was actually flirting with me. The film was pinching my cheeks and batting its eyes at me. It licks its lips and does everything but undress you. The movie isn’t a wet dream… but it’s the primer for calling that girl in your life… Or that boy…. Or watever… haha.
LOVE… This one here gives ya the entire works on love. The thrill of it. The joy of it. The danger of it. The inconvenience of it. Every single wonderful moment of love boiled into a 2 hour love fest that… makes you drunk on love… drunk and ready. It’s a banana split of love… banana sweetness at the sides, ice-cream sweetness in the middle and fluffy whipped cream spilling over with sweet words and songs about love. There’re a lot of folks out there that don’t believe in love, that don’t understand it…. They don’t understand what it is that love does to you. I do now. This movie makes me want to believe in that crazy, weird, sad, joyful, funky thing they call loveee, haha. (really!)
I remembered the audience at the cinema years ago way back in time…The couple sitting at the front, there were gasps of love and sighs of joy… there was that specific delighted laughter throughout… Delighted laughter is very different from muahaha funny… Delighted laughter has a smile and heart and misty eyes behind it. And that’s the sort of laughter in the film… When Ewan sang Whitney’s song "IiiiiiiiiiiEiiiiiiiiiiiEiiiiiiiii Will Always love Yooouuuuuuuuueuuuuuueuuu!" there was an explosion of delighted laughter, followed by partner eye exchanges and that shoulder thing where they squeeze their shoulders closer to their head and then snuggle down in their seats smiling… How do I know… I noticed it 2 seats from me… and echoed on the backs of many heads… Elephant Love Medley… is simply as classic a moment of movie musicalness as I’ve seen.
This isn’t like any of the musicals I’ve seen before. This isn’t The Sound of Music… this isn’t Bollywood… No Sharukh Khan here… This is BAZ LUHRMANN(director). And he isn’t better or more of a genius… he’s just adding to the magical recipe of what makes the musical a perfect cinematic medium.
It’s been a good week. I finally struck Toto after months of buying numbers. Haha… Me wallet’s a wee bit fatter now… and I didn’t pop champagne, anchor and coca-cola… I didn’t have the big dinner…. There was no partying… I watched Moulin Rouge and dangg if I wasn’t drunk, sparkling, high and in love by the time it was said and done.
Got a black eye from Die Another Day and Harry Potter? Angry at the world because of all the fakey-fakey CGI effects… Want to see a film that remembers above all things that movies are magic… Moulin Rouge… It is everything and more that I look for in a movie.
Alright, i’ve typed and I’ve typed and I’ve rambled galore. :D I wanna go watch Survivor later on. Ewan… Nicole… WOW.
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Tuesday, 18 February 2003
The thing about Samwise
The parts that I really liked in any of the Tolkien books and movies are the quiet scenes in the first one, The Fellowship of the Ring. Or rather, it is the second one if you include The Hobbit. 2 years ago, I managed to struggle my way through The Hobbit and the LOTR trilogy and at first I preferred The Fellowship simply because it offered some respite from all the roaring and banging and sword clanging n whizzing. But later I came to appreciate its…I don’t know what u’d call it. Message? Moral? Do Tolkien novels n films(Peter Jackson) have messages? Anyway, sumthin in it began to chime somewhere in me, and I wanted to be Samwise Gamgee, off somewhere with pals, learning to be a hero. I wanted a break from the war, I wanted someone wise to teach me how to do the things I needed to know to survive the rest of my life. I wanted to grow things in me humble garden, to be Mayor, settle down with Rosie the hobbit babe, n squeeze out a bunch of wee hobbit kids together (muahaha!).
I was in Samwise-mode today. I went to classes n like any good hobbit, I took notes, listened to the lecturers and absorbed stuff. I helped Ms Ho to carry her stack of files from the cafeteria to the library (Frodo). I even went lumbering around pyramid with qi long (Gollum!) We went to MPH for a while and I found the new Star Wars book, The Approaching Storm. Wah lao eh, the front cover alien babe looks hot,really hott ...*cough * *cough* ..ehem,..great looking cover and it’s got rave reviews from the critics. :D We saw a gal, cute frameless specs, late teens-early 20s, in a denim shirtdress, whatever u call it. Hello legss. oh yeaa,the force is strong in that one..... Some guys r 'breasts' men, those who get turned on by women's arses r 'arse' men, and we call dudes who dig the lovely feel of women's hair 'hair' men. Me? I'm a 'legs' hobbit. Haha, aww come on, I bet even Sam stares at gal hobbits.
I wanna go shleep a wee bit n wake up to watch ‘Meteor Garden', and that whole bunch of chinese shows from 7p.m. to 10.30 pm later on. Woohoo0.
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Saturday , 15 February 2003
'Shanghai Knights' rulees!
Spent Friday nite watching Survivor. Mama miaa. They've got a superb set of tough babes this time.Lean and mean n all ready to kick arse. :D
Went to watch Shanghai Knights at summit with qi long today. What can i sayy, Jackie's back baybehhh! Feel the roar of the dragon/loonggg.
This is Jackie Chan’s Best AMERICAN-made feature film to date aye. His most imaginative and fun, this is. Visually so much more dynamic than the rather staid looks of the RUSH HOUR(bah) films.
Jackie’s fight scenes are wonderful, but not as over-whelming as his earlier Hong Kong work. Of course he’s aged since his best work (DRUNKEN MASTER 2, yea baybehh:D) and sustaining that sort of energy and focus and reflexes at this age, well, it is easily forgiven due to the sheer imagination of the work he’s doing in this film.
The best sequence has to do with Umbrellas, and here… Jackie had me smiling gigantically… Just a joy. A pure unadulterated joy.
These period films, they’re far better suited to Jackie than the modern day films or even futuristic stuff. Jackie’s motions, comedy and dynamics are timeless feeling, and when placed in the yesteryears of the world, everything seems perfect and magical. As soon as semi-automatic weapons come into play, it just feels less Jackie to me. Jackie in the market place with hundreds of potential objects to use as weapons, things on wheels, hooks, ropes and items to varied to list here… well, it just means that he’s in his environment hey.Fantasticc.
There isn’t a whole lot to say about shanghai knights, it’s silly, goofy and completely fun. The famous historic people cameos tend to make you think you’re in an episode of the Young Indiana Jones series, but I didn’t mind. I felt it was all done in the proper sense of hilarity. Especially Charlie Chaplin.:D
Qi Long thinks the out takes for shanghai noon were funnier.(remember the one where owen farts in the bath tub heyy?):D muahahaha. Pure fun. de film doesn’t prompt much to talk about, but it is a ton of fun.Here's to ya , Jackiee.
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Thursday, 13 February 2003
Cleo
I read my mom’s Cleo magazine yesterday (it was just lying there on the coffee table) Read any woman’s magazine and you’ll see the same complaint over n over again: men – those lil boys ten or twenty or thirty years on – are hopeless in bed. They are not interested in ‘foreplay’; they have no desire to stimulate the funky zones of the opposite sex; they r selfish, greedy, clumsy, unsophisticated. These complaints, u can’t help feeling, are kind of ironic. Back then, all we wanted was foreplay, but girls were off limits. They didn’t want to be touched, caressed, stimulated, aroused; and we don’t wanna be charged for molest. We were underaged n all that too. It’s not really surprising then, that we’re not much good at all that. We spent 3 or 4 long formative years being told very forcibly not even to think about it. Between the ages of 15 and 25, foreplay changes from being something that boys wanna do and gals don’t, to something that women want and men can’t be bothered with. (Or so they say.) So, the perfect match, if you ask me, is between the Cleo woman and the 15-year-old boy. Hahahh. *Slap!!!* *Smack!!!* Bad boyy, bad boyy... Ouchh. Well, dat's my rant for the dayy. I'll be good from now on.:D
Branded-chick came to class wearing a tight white prada top todayy. Wah lao ehh. She sat down at the front. I bet every dude was staring at Branded-chick, cause I was, just a wee bit. Qi Long the pervert must have rolled his tongue out and howled like a wolf inside him or something. Bugger wanted to sit in front too.
Tia and Koh told me that we’re going to discuss our group assignment at the library today. Qi Long waved bye bye and went to Pyramid to play sum snooker with Boogaman. 2 weeks before deadline, n the gals are already working hard at it. It’s true, gals really do work harder than dudes. I’m gonna have a laugh 2 weeks later when I’m all finished n done wit the assignment while qi long’s group struggles to meet the deadline. Woohoo, Im da mann.
We spent about 2 hours trying to work out Quark Xpress. Koh’s good in quark heyy. She taught us quite a lot. I felt good cause I did something worthwhile after classes today. On the way home, Myfm played Beyond’s ‘Hai guo dien gong’. Ahh, the old Beyond, rock onnn.
Qi long says he’s going to watch ‘Hero’ with Nicole-Micole on Friday nite. I’ve already got plans for V day. After classes tomorrow, I got hot dates with the buxom wrestling babes of WWF Raw is War (Tv3 10pm) and the buxom survival babes of Survivor (Ntv7 11pm). We gonna hav a good time, the babes and I. Gonna see em wrestle, build camps, start fires and cook. It’ll be a grand evening hey.;D Awoo000
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Wednesday, 12 February 2003
Here's to ya, Valentine!!
It's in there all the time hey, looking for a way out. I fell in love with gals as I was later to fall in love with the Playstation, movies, the English Premier League and women: suddenly, all of a sudden, giving no thought to the pain or disruption it would bring with it.
My desert-island, all-time most memorable split-up: 1) Hui Mien
That was the one that really hurt. Can you see yer name up there Lizzie? I think you'd sneak in at number 2 hey, but there’s no place for you at the top, that place’s reserved for the kind of heartbreaks that you're just not capable of delivering. hahaH. I don't mean it to sound cruel,Liz but we’re just too old to make each other miserable anymore, and that’s a good thing, not a bad thing, so don’t take ur failure to be number 1 personally. Those days are gone n good riddance to em, unhappiness meant something back then. Now its just a drag hey; ehh..like a cold or not getting allowance from dad.
I met Mien after spm. We were working at Coffeabean, and when I got to know her, I realized she was the sort of gal I had wanted to meet ever since id been big enough to meet gals(awoo). She was a lil plumpish in a nice way (curvy baybeh!) with short brown hair wit highlights. And she looked different n dramatic n exotic. She talked a lot, so u didn’t have those strained silences that seemed to characterize most of me time with gals. And when she talked, she said interesting stuff, about her work, about my work, about what she's gonna do in college, about films,etc.
And she liked me hey. She liked me, she liked me. Or at least I think she did. I 'm no romeo, but I tried to be thoughtful and devoted and I remembered things about her, and I told her she was beautiful and bought her wee lil gifts for her birthdays, christmas, valentine's. None of this was an effort, I really did think she looked great and I would not have been able to prevent meself from buying her lil stuff at times.
So when one of her pals, a gal called Jules, said one lunchtime that she wished she could find somebody like me, wah lao I was surprised and thrilled. Thrilled cause Mien was listening, and it didn't do me any harm, but surprised cause all I had done was act out of self-interest.
We went out for 2 yrs, and for every single minute I felt like I was standing on a dangerously narrow ledge, I couldn’t get comfortable, if you know what I mean hey, there was no room to stretch out and relax. I was fretful about my abilities as a hugger n smoocher. I couldn’t understand what she saw in her fizik physics classes, however many times she explained. I worried that I was never going to say anything amusing or interesting to her at all. I was intimidated by the other men on her engineering course, and became convinced that she was going to go off wit one of them. She went off with one of em.
I lost the plot for a while then. Everything happened so fast. I had kind of hoped that my adulthood would be long n meaty but it all took place in those 2 years. Some ppl never got over the seventies, or the night Manchester United won the European cup, and spend the rest of their days walking backwards, I never really got over Mien.
Some of my favorite songs, ‘Wei Yi’’ Wang li hom, ‘Again’ Lenny Kravitz, ‘wish list’ by Pearl Jam, ‘ai tai kimoci’ by glay; ‘corduroy’ by pearl jam; ‘Nothing Compares 2 u’ by sinead o connor, and ‘An Qing’ jay chou. Some of these songs ive listened to around once a week, on average (100 times in the first month, every now and again thereafter). How can that not leave u bruised somewhere hey. How can that not turn u into that sort of person who breaks into wee bits when ur first love goes all wrong? What came first, the music or the misery? Did I listen to music cause I was miserable? Or was I miserable cause I listened to music? Do all those mp3s, cds, turn u into a sad person?
They’re together still, Mien and her watisname, for all I know and, as of last week, im unattached again.
I met u Liz, n we spent time together, and you went away too. But u know, you're not offering me anything new here Lizzie. I'm not as vulnerable as I was with mien during those stone-age years. Despite all the gloom and self-doubt that bubbles up from the deep when break-ups happen, you did not represent my last n best chance of a relationship. So u know, Liz, nice try. Close, but no cigar. Cya around.
Maybe it's all for the best, Liz and I. Maybe we're better off like this.You know the ol' saying,"It's better to have loved and lost than to not have loved at all." Something Hui mien taught me.Hehehh.
Had ban meen with Qi Long today. Delicious. awo0
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Favorite movies/films:
The Empire Strikes Back, There's Something about Mary, Notting Hill, Crouching Tiger, Dances with Wolves, La Brassiere, Raiders of the Lost Ark
Favorite bands:
Glay, U2
Favorite TV shows: Phua Chu Kang, Everybody Loves Raymond, Survivor, Winter Sonata, The Amazing Race
Favorite football club:
Leeds United FC
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