What you See is What you Get

Experience-Good?Bad?Neither?

2009-12-03T20:50:00.000-08:00

How does an experience leaves you with?Worst off?Better off?Stronger?Weaker?Dumb-founded?Wiser?

How do you equate an experience whether it is good or bad?Of the condition at that point of time?Or the latter?

We all have weird experiences,funny experiences,angry experiences,and mixed emotions experiences. But would you call it bad or good? Would you say the bad one's are due to your karma and bad luck?or would you say the good one is,well you dont say anything really when its good.

I met with an accident today.When I was turning into my housing area,I put my signal 3 seconds before turning and this motorbike who had seated a man and his wife just drove at the side of my left without paying any attention. So when I turned, he banged me on my left part of the car and fell down with his wife. He had a bad bad scratch and so did his wife. Her skirt had droplets of blood all over. She knew he was wrong, because she was wimpering at him and telling him in hokkien he was wrong. He of course,being the man said it was my fault. I was talking to him in a very rought tone saying it as his fault. Thank god that area had alot of indians. They came to my rescue and said it was neither's fault. They were about 50+ years old. Yeah,old. I discussed with him,told him I'd pay for the medical bills. He's motorbike left hand side mirror broke and his handle crakced a little. That was all. I decided I could be an adult for once and settle this properly without my parents involved. I told him I'd pay 50 buxs for his motor and we'd be done. But no,he said its more expensive then that and that if not lets go to the police. I was very tempted but I was only a 'P' driver and I am due in three weeks time to get my real licence. I wouldnt want to jeapordise it.

So brought him to some unknown chinese clinic and they got wiped and tetanus shots and I paid RM50 each. Thats RM100. Then I brought him to a place in Chai Leng Park to get it repaired but it was closed. Then when to BM. This time I had to call my dad. So my dad came and the man trembled. So does every other man when they see dad. Ahh,the luxury. And my dad told me to bring him to a mechanic near my place and it was all'kautimed'.

I think I was the most nicest victim. I am the victim mind you. My car just got few scratch marks. No biggie. But of course I do pity the couple. He told me he wanted to do further check ups. FUCK YOU. I told him "No.Our agreement was I paid this medical bill and fix ur bike. Other then that not my problem" and he shut his mouth. I know at the way you all see how I write this, it may look like I am the bad guy because why then would I be obliged enough to bring him to a clinic and fix his bike.

Thing is,I brought him to the clinic because of civic conciousness. I drove him and his wife there. I mean, if I was to be in his side I would hope that someone would be kind enough to send me there too.The bike fixing story was because I am not going to pay,will get dad to do it and also that its better that way then he going to the police because then my licence might be pulled. Oh yes,its RM80 to fix the whole thing.Expensive lar.

So dad for now has not said anything. I told him not to tell mom. But knowing my dad,he would. God knows how I am going to look at mom in the eyes. She's going to give me a good mouth lashing. Of course,I do hope dad takes me as an adult enough not to tell mom. But parents are parents and never your friends.Mom was giving me a whole speech last night and today morning about how I drive and blah blah. Isnt it ironic this happened today morning?

So how do I quantify this experience? It will make me face accidents better next time I suppose,but of course it all depends on circumstances and definielty I am not hinting of getting into it anymore.I will be more cautious on the road?I am braver to talk to adults?I dont know. I am afraid of Mom really. The adrenalin is really all about mom. I know you may be thinking, boy what a wimp. But you have no idea how my mom is. So where do I stand?I lost RM180, there goes my new nike sport shoes. I guess itseither NB or RBK now.

I am still stunned by the whole thing in the morning. Its lie a huge wake up call. I really need to be more cautious on the road. What happens if next I will be in thier position and I dont get through it? Boy, now there's a thought.

Experience?

FOR YOUR ENTERTAINMENT-Adam Lambert

2009-11-26T08:16:00.000-08:00

23 Nov 2009 would now be officially ADAM LAMBERT day. Its not AMA 2009.

Reason because he did such a controversy in his performance for his song "For Your Entertinment". He dragged a lady by her ankle and had a mans face rub his crotch and the finale- HE KISSED A GUY.

I just watched his performance on CNN.I couldnt find any on You Tube. I was shocked by what he did, but I didnt feel any hatred towards him. I think what he did was alright. I read the whole statements about him. People were saying he shouldnt have done it,some were saying its ok. I think its either a love it or hate it show.

Adam Lambert is a performer. He has to make shows thats makes you go "WOW!". Thats a performer. When Lady Gaga wears like a see through skin coloured top and dance, its ok. When she plays the piano with fire around her and breaking beer bottles on it, thats ok. Lady Gaga kisses girls in most of her videos,thats ok. When Rihanna performed with guns pointed at her, that was ok too. And if anyone can remember,allow me, remember years ago at the VMA's? Madonna,Britney and Chrisitina had a threesome kissing on the stage. That created quite a stir but it got calmed after awhile. Then you had the Janet blooper. Next,Katy Perry came out with a song titled "I kissed a Girl" which also made such a haloo-baloo. But everyone just thought it was all A-OK.

I hate it when people practice double standards on this kind of issues. Why be so insensitive and so unfair to him? Just because his GAY and he showed it? People said " How can he do that?There are children watching". I loved his answer. "I'm a performer not a baby sitter". True, you have a choice to switch off the channel or tuning it into another. So why complaint? That guy is definitely the next big thing to watch for. After so long, I think a male has just won back the title for being the next big thing. I think he's future just got brighter.

GO GLAMBERT!!!

Pisau Cukur-"Gold Digger"

2009-11-26T07:26:00.000-08:00

I got a blog topic yang cukup PANAS!!!

Wasn't anyone a pisau cukur(gold digger) before?

I know I was(still am,opps!). I am to my parents. To my sister. To some of my friends.

Some people hate it, some people love it. For both. Being the pisau cukur-er and being the pisau cukur-ee. I prefer being the former then the latter. Well who wouldnt be. But anyone in this current economy situations would have doubled up their efforts in syphening out anybodys money. It is bad, but if its for all the right reasons( like that new Top Man tee I just saw in QB)it would be alright.

But in Malaysia and Singapore latest trend, marry a Dato'.

Other then the fact he can marry four (so you and your many money-sucking friends can join in) he has all the purple's(RM100 in Malaysia is purple in colour) that you can dream of. I wouldnt mine being the toy a of a Datin, actually. But of course, I must be wanted to by them.BAH!

So here come's along Malaysia's new comedy movie that has hit the cinema.

PISAU CUKUR

Acted by Nur Fazura and Maya Karin, directed by the oh-so-famous Bernard Chauly(j'adore) and screenplay directed by the newcomer (well at least to moi) Rafidah Abdullah . Its the story about two best friends who are finding their money bag which really is a filthy rich Dato' that will make any girl a DATIN. Intan a pretty face journalist and Bella, a once contestant in a show called Who Wants to Marry A Millionaire are best friends go on a cruise holiday to catch them a big fish, but somehow things take a change and both meets their own catch,somehow not so very big according to their expectations. 'Gigi Besi' acted out by newcomer by Shahredza Minhat was quite good at his acting,especially in his witty dialog at getting Bella. My sis thought he was really cute and so was the girls that were sitting behind us. But of course man-of-all-mans title in Malaysia has just been stolen by Aaron Aziz, the ever dashing playboy detective whose got the crushes for Intan. I tell you, the moment Aaron comes in, girls just started squeeking. Who wouldnt?

The movie was superbly directed. Camera angles were excellent. Colours of clothing and the background was so bright and cheerful and so mood co-ordinated. The dialog,was hands down the winner for this year's Malaysian movie from me. Acting skills were realy good, especially by Fazure who of course excels at playing the 'tergedik-gedik' character and someone who I have got to say, I have the hots for. Rafidah really did a good job.I knew she was an excellent host, but a screen writer? Now thats something to watch out. Rumours has it that it was wholly done in an apartment?If it was true,two thumbs up for making it look like it was on a ship. The dancing by Maya was so-so. I like Maya Karin, but I dont really know if it should have been here for the place of Bella. She cant, I think carry out the role well. They should have taken another actress. But for all the glamour brought in by Maya and Nescafe,I guess, business wise it was not all a mistake after all.

Its really fresh to see that new faces that are being brought in and that people are given the chance to show off their talent.HIGH TIME. Bernard Chauly, you did it again! It would be good to see if you can make two movies a year. Like every 6 months, to up the standards of the Malaysian movies.

The cinema was jammed pack. I watched it on the second day. I dragged my sister along. Who bytheway, detest Malaysian movies for the very irony of it. But after this two, I think she's got some thinking to do. Next time a good Malaysian movie comes out, I am dragging my family and friends. I know whats coming out, Mualaff in December 16!

PapaDom

2009-11-26T06:41:00.000-08:00

This movie was good. After much criticising on Mr. Afdlin Shauki of his movies on his blog page, finally the man came out with a movie called 'Papadom'.Thing about this movie is that they didnt show it off to the public once it was done. Instead, they showed had an official screening at the Malaysian Film Festival that was held in Kota Kinabalu earlier this year. There was much hype about the movie as it won alot of awards and was a stiff competition with Yasmin Ahmad's mind blowing movie 'Talentime'.

Anyways, this movie is about a father's( acted by Afdlin,of course) love for his daughter (acted by Liyana Jasmay) after the death of his loving and doting wife (Noorkiriah) in a car accident. The movie shows obsessed Afdlin becomes of his daughter from at the first shots of the film after his wife dies were that his was 'selamba' to try and take his daughter's top off to allow her to go and bathe (a very good touch!) and he brings her food to school complete with plates,rice, chicken, vege and the ever so famous food of the film-papadom.

The comedy in this movie was very very nice. Not like the previous movies he made that seemed to make flops and had bad malay jokes or in other words 'lawak kampung'. But this film it was so modern and it was really refreshing to see that there were also chinese and indian people acting in this movie. Most of the time in Malaysian movies they only show Malays,like as if they are the only race in Malaysia. Liyana's best friend (Chelsia Ng) played a good role with lots of dialog and so was Pete Teo as Afdlin;s best friend. There was a nice touch in the movie when Pete Teo said at one point, since there was him and Afdlin and Indian man runs a shop, they could all get Dato' ship titles.

The camera angles were good. The dialog made sense, so was its jokes. Lightings were abit problamatic at some parts (eg:at Yvone's house for the party). Sound system was good. But I think Mr.Afdlin should really consider not taking Vanida as his partner in any movie or well just not hire her at all. Ms.Vanida,face it. You cant act. Ms.Vanida Imran was as usual, as stiff as a stick but her dialog's gave her off,so it was ok on her part.Sepi was made succesful because of the wonderful and brilliant director Mr.Khabir Bhatia and it was also because of his dramatic effects the movie was nice. Given just by your acting,pfft.

I think this was a-one-of-a kind malay movie. It was such a different movie. This movie deserved their awards which were:

Best Original Story,
Best Actress,
Best Actor and
Best Film at the 22nd Malaysian Film Festival 2009!

Although, I would have given the last award to Yasmin Ahmad's 'Talentime'. It was just too good.

Mr.Afdlin, please make more movies like this. It was really nice to watch. And the boria part, good touch. Thumbs up!

Mom's

2009-10-24T06:02:00.000-07:00

I honestly dont know how to understand mom's.

I fought with my mom for her taking a long LONG time doing her facial.

That is ok, but she told me to come before she really finished. And I was waiting at a non-waiting area for 45 minutes. It was like going crazy,sitting there and doing nothing.

Arrive 5pm. Yet I had to wait so long!

And how many times that stupid security guard warned me go away, like I was some crow.

- 5.15pm -

Security Guard: "Berapa lama lagi?"

Me: "Sekejap lagi"

Security Guard: "Sini tak boleh tunggu lama-lama. Bahaya. Asident"

Me: "Apenye yang asident uncle? Sekejap ja lagi"

- 5.30pm -

Security Guard: "Masih belum gerak lagi ke?"

Me: "Kalau dah gerak, takkan Uncle masih boleh cakap ngan saya?"

Security Guard does sour face like eatng jeruk mangga...

Me: "Ye la, ye la. Nak pi. Another 5 minit"

- 5.45pm -

Mom and sis enters the car and mom asks how are you and I start shouting about time and how can she do that to me. Being a mom that she is, she started yelling back, pointing her fingers and on the verge of probably hitting me. I am so pissed la. She emotionally blackmailed me.

She screamed about how I am now.

She screamed about how I would be then.

And she screamed about how I will be when I am with muy wife.

I tell you thats all they do.

I felt like moving out of the house intanttaneously. But being Malaysia, there are no support from anywhere if were to stay on our own. Plus I have no work so no cash and most definelt not able to rent anywhere so soon.

I will definelty leave Penang once I finish with my degree. I dont want to stay at home anymore and not in Penang. I would like to venture out.

Anyways, mom and sis left for Penang. God knows when she comes back what kind of drama will take place.

GOD ONLY KNOWS

Beyonce "Postpone's" Concert in Malaysia

2009-10-24T05:44:00.001-07:00

Yes, I know.

She's not coming.

Due to the artiste sole reason.

I have no idea what is going on in this country. I am so fed up of so man things and this has just topped it all. Honestly,if the PAS people does not want to watch, the dont go. Its not a free show or something arangged by the government for the people. But it is a private show, where people pay so much to be entertained by the current greatest artiste on earth(after Michael Jackson).

The way the Malaysian's insult her is being so ignorant to their surroundings and very hurtful to any successful artist from anywhere around the globe. Honestly, everytime a female artist is suppose to come to Malaysia this narrow minded people come in and make a havoc and claim this is for the people. And what is unbelievable is that the government bows down to this culprits. How can it be so? I wonder who then is running the government.

Its not like as if after watching this people's performance everyone will go into a crime craze,or sex craze or a high. People are paying huge sums of money to be entertained. Not to wacth a glum show. The days of those kind of concerts have long passed and so should this people go along with them. Its not right to allow other people from having the free will to watch what they would like to watch on the basis just one religion. It doesnt mean by watching Beyonce and the likes perform will now make ALL MUSLIMS turn against the religion or start murtad-ing.

I find that its those who dont watch have the shallowest and puniest faith of the religion and of its people who professess the religion. The best thing is that the people who are demanding this shows to be put down are the uneducated bafoons without any proper education background and the one's who are following them like donkey with a carrot attached are the 'educated' one's who runs the department that deals with allowing foreign performance. Will they also try stoping any non-muslims entering the country form now on since they would also(in the minds of those narrow minded people) shaken the MALAYS faith?

Its only a matter of time before nobody comes into this country anymore and we will be lacking behind our competitiors,namely being Singapore who is dealing excellently in bringing foreign acts.

It is a shame.

Deeper Conversation-Yuna

2009-10-09T10:36:00.000-07:00

Is your favourite colour blue?
Do you always tell the truth?
Do you believe in outerspace?
And im learning you

Is your skin as tanned as mine?
Does your hair flow sideways?
Did someone took a portion of your heart?
And im learning you

And if you dont mind
Can you tell me
All your hopes and fears
and Everything that you believe in
Would you make a difference in the world
I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation
Only you can make me

I let my guard down for you
And in time you will too

if you dont mind
Can you tell me
All your hopes and fears
and Everything that you believe in
Would you make a difference in the world
I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation
Only you can make me

if you dont mind
Can you tell me
All your hopes and fears
and Everything that you believe in
Would you make a difference in the world
I'd love for you to take me to a deeper conversation
Only you can make me

4x
Deeper Conversation
let me

Settingi-tinggi tupai melompat akhirnya jatuh ke tanah jua....

2009-10-01T20:37:00.001-07:00

This was hilarious.

Ok,maybe not SO hilarious(and I might be sinning here) but I did sly a giggle in the morning went I read the paper's yesterday.

"ANGRY EARTH"-Star Newspaper.

Pictures were pasted everywhere and articles on all sides of the pages went on about a tsunami cum earthquake cum disaster that took place in Indonesia on late wednesday evening of 30th September 2009. So the article was about how many poeple died and the search is still on, Malaysians students there who are trapped and so on. Today's newspaper was the continuation of it and how the Malaysian government is flying in the students back to Malaysia and so on.

Here come's the hilarious part. When I took one look at the newspaper article, it just occured to me-KARMA. There is nothing better in this world then karma. That's why advocate karma like a stonge believer. Or in pop language "what comes around goes around-Justin Timberlake". See the thing is, the Indonesians were so rough and tough on the issue that we Malaysians were stealing everything thats theirs and that we dont have anything to ourselves. As much as we have apologised, and although it was super duper clear that we were not the one's who stole their great Pendent Dance and proclaimed it ours(it was the works of Discovery Channel,which bytheway they have taken responsibility of and apologised), the Indonesians still wanted to wage war on us by and i quote "sea,land,air and in every possible manner".

While the world is still fiddling out itself from a great economic depression they seem to be wanting to cause a greater depression not on ourselves but them. History has shown many times,that we are better then them in many many ways and it will continue to do so. They were called a developing economy recently and were to be expected to join the likes of India,China and Brazil. But I guess when you do bad, you get back bad-karma ladies and gentleman.

There was so much of feud going on between us on issues of food, and culture and dance and language, songs and clothes, maids and marriage. And now even more recent,even after their Defence Minister has said there will be no such thing as war, I like to know then why is it then that yesterday in the Star there was an article that said their current Prime Minister Susilo Bambang told the whole country to wear Batik as their formall apprell everywhere they go and its now a must in their government sector to do so as, and i quote "to show the world where batik comes from". So tell me, why is then their own Prime Minister is saying this? Why do I feel like by the Prime Minister saying it he is in someway hinting that Malaysia has stolen their clothing heritage? Everyone who knows basic history would know this clothing style comes from Middle East, India and China and over time has been worn only by the royals and rich. We were the first country in the world to say thats its ours and we were the one's who made sure it became a formal wear for everyone across the country since I think 1957. Our style of batik is unique on our own and it has no what-so-ever resemblance to the Indonesian batik. Is that our fault then?

And where is the stand of our well beloved and respected Prime Minister in replying to all of this crap? Since when has Malaysians ever sat back and let other nations say things about us?

Freedom of speech is a must my fellow Malaysians,yet what must be straigtened out must be done so and what truth in everything must be let out. If not things will just go out of hand and it mught just become too late.

Now even Singapore claims most of our food is theirs. Well I am not going to say anything about that but the very fact that Singapore is a country with excellent branding skills and they are able to proclaim things well says alot. Malaysia on the other hand is lacking behind.

Why are there no one in the field of branding not doing anything? Its not all about money ladies and gentleman. Do it for the country. There was no justice and right even in America until the Civil War and how hard the black had to proof their rights in the country to. So do the same and dont just say levae it to the majority to do everything as I beieve it is the minority people who has greater creativity compared to the majority. I wish Singapore will not proclaim anything more. A city so small couldnt and can never have such rich culture and heritage when everyone there are nothing but were immigrants. They were once Malayans too. If anything they came out of this country and became their own and had reached success in their own manner. But other then Singapore Bihun and Chilli Crab,nothing is thiers. Are they going to next proclaim Nasi Lemak is theirs?

Back to the Indonesians. Since they wanted to wage war with Malaysia so much, and eventhough our apologises has gone on deaf ears and our written sorry's have gone on blind eyes, it looks like God has waged war upon them. I guess the tremors and earthquakes took place at the right time. I know it may be far fetched to say it,but to me its true. We had said our due's on this issue, we even told the Malaysians there to discuss the issue like grown ups. But no, they wanted war. They claimed if it isnt because of the Indonesians we would have not gotten to where we are in terms of construction. Yes, I have to agree on that. If it isnt because of them, we wouldnt be able to have KLCC and wonderful homes to live in. But they have to know,its not like we were asking them to built it for free. Neither did we pay them pittence as salaries. Most of them went back millionaires in their villages and came back wanting more. Alot of them left the destitute of a country wanting better life's here and we gave it to them. So please tell me how can they say we were being thiefs?

When their country was hit with the tsunami so powerful that it destroyed nearly the whole of Acheh in 2006, we practically built it up from ground and above again for them like it was some simple Lego toy. The amount of money donated there by the private sectors ,NGO's, corporates and the Malaysian government donated even more. Malaysians were donating so much for all the places in their country that was destroyed. Even Yogyakarta. And Mercy Malaysia was the first team that arrived there helping in everyway they could form food to water ,medication, psychology help. Their own people barely did anything.

And yet this is the kind of things we get from them?Being grateful is one of the greatest compassion a human can have, and its the one thing I think lacks in the Indonesians.

If it is anything at all, it is them to blamed for many criminal records and diseases in this country and thats a FACT. If it is anything at all, it is them why this country is having many terrorist, and thats a FACT. If it is anything at all, it is them to be blamed for any war that is to come, and that is a FACT.

I have no interest in waging war in any country, and I know all Malaysians feel the same. We are one ASEAN. In one way or another, we are interwined somewhat, not in any "serumpun" manner or whatever the Malays like to say, but just by language and some cultural practices. But it is not right for any party to claim whats righfully theirs when its rightfully wrong. Until and unless, they have solid evidence to proof it, then take the case to the court. Belting out in public embaresses nations and it is not healthy in any manner as both depend on each other alot.

No money.....

2009-09-29T20:09:00.000-07:00

God.

This has to happen only at the worst time of my life.

I am cash strippen. Yes,friends. I am cash strippen.Yet, I have so many things I plan to do.Mainly of course to go to the Beyonce's concert. But I need RM500 for it. I am not sure whether my family will buy it for me. Dang dang dang.

Anyone would like to sponsor me a ticket? Or donate some money for me?

Please please...

Then I have my bike licence to take.

And other things la!

Now all that goes on in my head is..."all the single ladies,all the single ladies"

Bytheway, there will be a youtube posting by fellow Malaysians wishing Beyonce a Happy 28th Birthday. Anyone interested in leaving a video clip to add on can do so by just recording a video clip of 10seconds wisihing her Happyy Birthday. And email it to me at diranhariz1989@hotmail.com by this Sunday.

Thank You.

BEYONCE LIVE IN MALAYSIA 2009!!!!!

2009-09-23T01:42:00.000-07:00

BEYONCE IS COMING DOWN!!!!!

WOOHOO!!!

THIS IS BEYOND JOY!!!

I am not sure if this is a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare,either way I, dont want to wake up from this!!!!

Beyonce you have me definetly buying your ticket! I am coming! Please dont cancel the concert! I am loking forward to it like dear life. You bailed on me in 2007. Dont do it again this time Bee.

WOOHOO!!!!

Its BEYONCE...Its BE-BE-BEYONCE!!!!

SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI 2009!!!

2009-09-23T01:32:00.000-07:00

WOW

A year has past so fast. The fasting month pased like a blink of an eye and I didnt even feel its hunger. Raya came and its going very soon too. It felt only like yesterday I blogged on raya. And now its 2009's raya. How time flies. And I do feel old. Come end of this weekend I am no longer a boy. I am child. I am no lober a teen. I am and adult. That sucks. Although,maybe I can say I am not 21 yet, so no responsibilities to live on too yet. Haha.

Anyways, I would like to wish all my friends and family and avid bloggers

SELAMAT HARI RAYA MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN
AMPUN MAAF DIPINTA
RENDANG DIMINTA...

hehe....

HAPPY 28TH BIRTHDAY BEYONCE!!!

2009-09-23T01:11:00.000-07:00

Beyonce, my darling artist,friend,lover,crazer,addicter,life coacher

HAPPY HAPPY 28th BIRTHDAY BEYONCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

New Start!

2009-09-09T01:03:00.000-07:00

Ok,its either my bloogig site is getting very boring or I am just writing very boring stuff or I am not writting enough.

Anyhow, I have finally begun my second year in my law degree. Its funny how its called Part one instead of Part 2. I got through last years exam. What a relief! Now i have to start studying for my bulky subjects. Damn.

But this time I am more determined. I think I am going to apply for the scholarship. I know what I want and I think its time I get things right in my lie. Past experiences have pushed me to my limit both emotionally and physically and this has made me chagne my perspective of life. I see many people still are not sure what they want to do. I am there too. But for this year, I see myself doing things and being things that are good in many ways.

I spent my 3 months holiday taking care of my Uncle that has a wife and two able adult children in Klang. But NO! They are just such responsible family members that they cant even take care off their own father. And my family has to do all the work. I, especially, as I am the one who fetches and sends him to the hospital and do nothing for hours and hours. It was just so exhausting. But now,he has gone back,not after many drama in between, I am able to be who I was and do what I wanted to do. I have to go start creating a list on that.

Meanwhile, the fasting month or the Ramadhan month has come for fellow Muslims around the world. Its been two weeks. Boy, has time flied. In another two weeks time I would be celebrating Aidilfitri. I have done all my raya shopping. But somehow I am still not impressed. But I dont want to buy any clothes yet. I intend to fully loose my weight to a size M, waist 34. Thats one size to go and four inches to loose. The fasting month has helped but I lost all my muscle weight and I feel bloated these days,just sleeping and eating. And not having my usual dietery fibre, I aint spending time in the loo long enough.

Well, now I have to go and do my list.

Yasmin Ahmad's comment

2009-08-04T02:34:00.000-07:00

Below is Yasmin Ahmad's comment on about the Malaysian film industry and the language that is forced in the industry. This was in Afdlin Shauki's blogspot which i commented on and was next commented by Yasmin Ahmad. I do hope that this would enlighten people in whatever way possible

salaam, sayang.

much as i empathise with the plight, i wonder if language really works as a uniter of peoples. northern ireland and the middle-east are about as united as oil and water.

in a recent uk-based survey of diaspora chinese, it was found that the least country-loyal chinese were the indonesians, and the most loyal were, believe it or not, the malaysians.

film, i believe, is about humanity, not language. this is perhaps why, in days of old, chaplin's silent movies were popular in malaysia, and today, bollywood still draws in the audience. these were/are films about the human condition -- hope, despair, family values, love, and hate.

if cinema were meant to mirror humanity, then why can't malaysian cinema mirror the true state of our peoples? and isn't the true state of malaysian multi-lingual as well as multi-racial?

japan and china are just not as racially diverse as we are, so what's the point of comparing? and it is a well known fact that one of the reasons why multi-nationals often prefer to set up roots here over thailand, for exampe, is because our people are still able to understand some degree of english.

i'm as romantic as the next person, but sometimes we just have to be practical to survive. i've conducted lectures in advertising in guangzhou, beijing and shanghai, and what i found was startling. chinese uni students are scrambling to learn the english language because it is the only way to compete with rest of the world today. the japanese often refer to england as "the land of the sinking sun", but one of their major regrets is their inability to communicate in english.

finally, i think the only languages important to us are arabic (in order that we may understand god's word), and english (in order that we may conduct business worldwide). national languages can't be that important if the holy book and the hadiths made no mention of them.

of course, all this will prompt some melayus out there to say that i tak sayang melayu. but to me, i sayang melayu much more than most for wanting us to catch up with the rest of the world.

please jangan salah faham. i'm not saying we should make films in english. i'm just saying we should make films about people, speaking in whatever language they naturally speak in. and in this country, we speak in malay, tamil, cantonese, hokkien, punjabi, iban, bidayu, etc, etc.

for example, kalau bahasa melayu is compulsorised in cinema, i can't make films which are totally in tamil, if i want to. and why shouldn't i be allowed to do that? mukhsin was my first film that was almost totally in malay. it was also my biggest box office earner so far, with people of all races going into the cinemas to see our little film.

with my films, i hope to accord the malays a glimpse into chinese and indian lives, and vice versa. so that we can learn more about each other, despite the social and political forces that frequently try to separate us.

may allah guide me in my little struggle.

My passion to write

2009-08-04T00:06:00.000-07:00

It has been so long.

A very long time. I can’t explain my absence. Why and when it all started. I jus don’t know frankly. My passion was always to write. I read a lot, I hope. I talk a lot, that I know. But writing has always been a passion of mine. I write the most randomness things and the silliest things, but at least it keeps me going and on my feet. You know I was lucky I had the opportunity to write during my A-levels. I took General Paper as a subject, although it’s not counted but I was thinking oh well why don’t I give it a go. It was scary at first thinking what might be coming out because it was such an exam that ranged from various topics. It’s not something I have studied or grilled over for but tits and tats of daily lives and how I see it. It was really interesting. I had to write three essays. Frankly, it wasn’t my best three essays, but it was my second best. I remembered how I wrote for so long, and it was really rewarding. Not because I totally drained my brain from all the knowledge that I kept, but it was so exceptionally lifting that I could just write without worrying whether I was within the topic or I was ticking off that the marker whom wouldn’t be happy with some unwarranted sentences and witty quotes.

Yes I am sarcastic. That I have always known. But I sometimes wonder whether it is because of my lack of insecurity and low self-esteem or is it because of my level of confidence and my high self-esteem. I still am not sure on that yet, but that discussion shall be left for another day of writing. Right now, passion to write is all I can think off.

I don’t know how I just left my blogging sphere totally unblogged for a very long time. It was an annoying long time but I just didn’t know why. It was always at the back of my mind that I should have blogged about this topic and that topic and so forth. But maybe due to lack of time, I never could carry out my intentions successfully. Another weakness of mine. I am strong minded. Stronger then many of my companions, and that I know for a fact. But I often linger a lot on it, and then it fades away. Yes, people. That’s the ironicity of it all. I wish to write, I long to write but I never get down to writing. You know, when I watch some classic romance movie I would think that I will write like that someday but only on paper. Then I would think its going to be such a waste of paper, due to the many mistakes that I constantly do. Grammar, verbs, adjectives etc.

When I think of writing, I question myself. Is it for self satisfaction? Or is it to satisfy myself knowing that others will read it? Frankly, I don’t know. And maybe those kind of questions will never be answered. Or probably it would, but I just don’t know when. Some I know write it for the glamour, and yet some write it out of emotions. I can never be the judge of which writing would then be better, but there is one thing that I can judge is that as long as there is passion to write, it will be beautiful. I don’t know if I can pen down a story so imaginative or whether I can write a script so awakening. But it may be so that what I write may at least change peoples’ perspective of it someday. I do not demand any changes in perspective. But at least they would be able to see it from my view. And that’s all hat counts.

Yesterday, I watched Yasmin Ahmas’d movie ‘Talentime’. This is to be for my next blogs topic. It was such a fantastic movie. Its so pure and simple yet so gripping. They Malay dude,God, when he cried(so endearing). Mahesh put alot of work in it. Its not easy playing a deaf and dumb role. But he pulled it off well.But I wanted to say something is that people who are far sighted and who are well read and who are brilliant read a lot of poems. I know well and good that dear Yasmin Ahmad reads a lot of poems and her many favourites were the great Rabridanath Tagore’s book. I wish I too could read poems and understand the emotions that are well layered. But really, it puts me to sleep. The days when I use to read my school literature books, I sue to dread the sight of it. Not because I couldn’t understand it, but because I couldn’t revel in it. But I guess, I have to change. And after watching a few great people and learning their sources of inspirations, I too now feel that I want to start reading poems and reading books that makes you think be inspired by. It may sound a little far fetched, okay very far fetched but at least I would like to try it out. I have a friend, and I shall not mention the people’s name. The person is one very positive and sunshiny person. I really don’t know whether it’s because the person is hiding a deep pain or is just born that way. However, the person writes lot’s of poems. I was never given the chance to read any of it, but it got me thinking, “that person must be really brilliant”. This is because, to be able to pen down an emotions or thought that lingers at that very moment on a piece of paper is something not many can do successfully. It may not mean so much, it may not win the Bookers Prize, but for some it changes their lives. And that I believe can never be judged and awarded.

They always say the pen is mightier then the sword. I always thought that was a fake quote. Some random person must have put it in there to give credit to people who were able to read and write and were coward to fight rather then those who took up their sword with a firm fist. But now, as I grow over time, I do notice that the pen is mightier then the sword. It may not be the strongest item, it may not also be an everlasting item (ink running out), but what it states makes a difference to anyone who reads it. It places you in place you can’t dream of and it guides to roads untaken. What better way is there then to write? That’s why I feel really bad that my passion to write was momentarily stopped.

I do hope from now on that I will be able to write like I used too. Continues.

A goos letter by George Collins

2009-03-16T07:32:00.000-07:00

Isn't it amazing that George Carlin - comedian of the 70's and 80's - could write something so very eloquent...and so very appropriate.
A Message by George Carlin:

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...

Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, 'I love you' to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again.

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.

AND ALWAYS REMEMBER:

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.

George Carlin

Refer to Mr. Afdlin Shauki's blog at SELAMBAKODOK's HOUSE

2009-01-31T06:58:00.000-08:00

my point of view...

Dear Mr.Afdlin Shauki,

I applaud your write up on this issue and I would whole heartedly agree with you on it all. But, may I, if you would to allow, add few things.

1. Dont look so far. Look at Singapore, Thailand, Indonesia(I believe either Malaysia'a arch enemy or best friend), and Philipines. We cant even compete with any of these countries films. They too do it at small scale and budget and yada yada like you explained, but their content, the depth of the film is far more richer then three Malaysian films combined together. You agree with me, others agree with me and so does myself.

2.If you want Malaysians to watch your films and be all "One Language, One Unity" then start by portraying a Malaysian film. Not a Malay-sian film. I am Malaysian Muslim. But I dont want to watch a movie that goes on about the malay culture, speak the malay language, have malay actors and directors and film crews and food supliers and musicians blah blah blah. Dont compare yourself with Hollywood as they embrace difference. You cant use China and India and all as there, culture diversity is a thing of probabaly the future(if at all they get to integrate India and China together to get loads of Chindians). One thing for sure, apart from Yasmin Ahmad movies and some indie movies I cant seem to see where your 'budaya Malaysia' captured anywhere. Until and unless you can do that, and yet you do not have any Malaysians watching your film, then you complain it makes sense.

3.If I am right, the local Malaysian movies have terrible audio system, camera angles, stupid scripts that makes no sense from head to toe, actors and actress that are as stiff as wood let alone act. The so-called movies constantly looked as if its a documentary because either you use a very low definition of camera or you use a handy-cam. Make up is bad, man dont even put make up and their oily faces and eye bags are a turn off. Ladies clothes makes no sense to the environment and their styles are abysmal. Example of a good movie, look at Khabir Bhatia's movie 'Sepi' and 'Cinta', you looked good. You're a great actor, no doubt about it. You were in his film Mr. Afdlin. Learn from him. Look at his angles, look how he pulls the audience into his shows. The story line, the actions of the actors and actress, the scripts were off the charts and can you belive how many people cried watching the movie. I know you're more off the making people laugh in their seats, but frankly the jokes in Malay-sian movies are so kampung. We cant relate to daily lifes and most of it are so bad, you wish the electricity just shuts down automatically.

4. Malay-sian movies are mainly malays. Wow, talk about celebrating diveristy. Talk about "Malaysia, Truly Asia". Satu pun tak kena. I am not going to watch something that is obviously racist in the sense of cast yet they insist we should support them. Look at Yasmin Ahmad's film. See how she mixes people. Her budgets, if I am right are always small and are rarely backed by the government, FINAS as you call it. Yet they receive standing ovations overseas and are loved by all Malaysians. These are the movies we are interested in. All genre's of movies in Malaysia makes no sense. Be it comedy, horror, thriller, sad, romance. I dont know. At least if Malaysian films focus on one kinda movie genre that might help, but then that would be like restricting creativity.

5. The government, or FINAS constantly cut this and that thinking they know better about the movies we should watch and should not. Like you said, piracy. Like hello, theres still piracy. People can still get the movies from there. FINAS or whoever constantly red tapes here and there until the very essence of the movie is no longer there and its just a waste of peoples money to watch it. And the poeple in the industry doesnt want to allow new styles of movies, refreshing idea, vibrant youth mind, diverse culture. Theres no challenge in Malaysian movies. The one that was shown yesterday is as bad as the one after, maybe even worst. No competition, its just monotonous. Why do you think the local theatres and indie scenes are getting better and receiving more interest then ever before. Its because there, they see a brighter future, they are given a chance to perform. There its not about Malay-sian.There is about Malaysian.

6.The entertainment industry badly needs a good marketing mananger. Dont talk about finance. With proper handling of the money, good relations with the people in charge and some good drama, anything can do. Do you think the whole SEA entertainment industry have good marketing industry? Do you think Indon has a good marketing industry? Actually, we support them more then we support here. You know why? They're acting is better. They're movies have more sense. They're actors and actressess are good looking and pretty not like the one's here. And there you have big companies willing to support them. Why? Because they know the movies is good and worth the investment. Here, aha! Like I said, this one is bad, the next might be same or even worst. And one things for sure, your marketing people are not maarketing people. They dont think out of the box. So rigid and so closed minded, they're not creative and thrifty. They spend on unmarketable prodcuts.

For now, this is all I can think. But seriously Mr.Afdlin, if you want the Malaysians to support you, you need to have a Malaysian movie made. You need to have better emotions being played on the show. People always wants to see movies because of emotions, adn if the actors are as stiff as a stick, whats the point? And think out of the box for your movies. Dont be all comedy gila and love stories that are 'untouchables'(sentuh tu haram la blah blah blah) with similar story line during P.Ramlee's time.Make a change. Fight against those who make this a norm. Change for Malaysians and change will definitely come for you.

Kalau ada tersilap kata, saya menghumpun sepuluh jari minta maaf ye.Sorry

By the way, Happy New Year.

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR 2009!!!

2009-01-27T06:08:00.000-08:00

HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR 2009 TO THE WHOLE WORLD!!!!!!

Mix Malaysians

2009-01-27T05:20:00.000-08:00

I actually found out that my friend knows this guy Mahesh Jugal Kishore. And he was of course talking about him over and over or atleast going on about how that guy is not that fantastic. I have nothing to say about him. For now, I find him neutral to me. He is an actor in the upcoming movie of the talented Yasmin Ahmad titled 'Talentime'. He's like some important role in the whole show. I dont know much about acting but his acting in the Petronas Deepavali advertisemnt was barely acting-able. I havent acted before and all but still I know about acting and I certaily belief he does not know how to act. But thats of course of a mere 35 second role in the advertisemnt. So to judge him just on that is not right. I of course thing that everyone has their way of acting and its in that simplicity is how Ms.Yasmin preferred it to be. I have to say, Yasmin Ahmad's movies always gets critiqued. Be it good or bad, but it Malaysia the "critics" who are the official critics always talks bad about her shows how the angle is bad and the story line makes no sense, the cast are filled with back actors, its this and that. But apparently, when its critiqued overseas it gets good reviews. And shes always well praised about how simple and virgin her movies are. What I cant understand is why can her talent not be appreciated well enough here? Its sad really. The younger generation want so much to accept her interacial stories and smart stories. In all, we do really love all her movies and we find it so educational and beautifully scripted. Yet you have the undaunted few who still refuse to move on their colonial perception that Malaysia should remain separate or Malay-asia and that no matter what it should remain one and another. It tears the heart of the many innocents who wish to see a brighter future. Actually, I still dont understand why this should happen. Ok I am dropping this topic for now.

I want to be in her movies I cant seem how to do so. Some say there are auditions, some say not due to the lack of funds available to do so. I dont know. Actually, I want to act in local films. But the problem is they are so Malay that it makes it look so fake. Like as if all Indians here are jokers and all chinese are to be sluts. It doesnt make sense. And it seems having a role as a mix person is hard. I dont know. Every movie like takes only malay, malay, malay. But of course, there is no such thing as a Malay. I do of course see role like non malays hold and its barely important or fun or invokes anything. They are unlike America or Britain where you can see a healthy mix in the entertainment indstry. It just seems so hard in Malaysia. I hope the industry will be more open, and are willing to accept the beauty of our mix people in Malaysia and learn to accept it in Malaysia. I know Madam Yasmin Ahmad is doing it one step at a time by taking in a one all look first. Like an all chinese, an all Indian and sorts. But I hope there will be more directors like her who would push through for a more Malaysian movie. And that then they later will accept a more mix Malaysians.

bored to write....

2009-01-21T08:07:00.000-08:00

I am so tired and exhauted. I just got all the documents done today. Did grocery shopping. When for class. Before that when too the shop. Later after class when to the shop again. Then sold some stuffs then now back home. Sis is coming back tommorow. Cant wait to drop everything all on her. Haha. I am so evil. Forgive me.

But seriously its fun doing all this. Calvin is the same. But I think I guess his burden is abit more different. I mean all he do is work in his fathers shop. I on the other hand have like the shop to take care, things to sign and order, go for class, home groceries and freinds to update. But I love this life. I feel like I am of those Sex anbd the City girls. Powerfull and sexy all in one (although I find them menapaused). But I am not gay la.

Anyways, I have to talk to a friend.Bye

WOW!!!!2009!!!!!

2009-01-15T05:31:00.000-08:00

No. Really. Its wow. I cant believe how freaking long it has been since I last came online. Last time I BLOG. This of course is my main source of solice and at the same time meeting wiht people who share the same thoughts and opinion and even if we dont at least it would be healthy way of debating it and learning something new. Forgive me for two thing:

1) MERRY CHRISTMAS 2008

2) HAPPY NEW YEAR 2009

I know whoever reads this would spit me and scream at me and tell me that I am so last year. But sadly I am. I just didnt have online connection. And I am so busy. Dont ask me what. That will be a whole another blog. But for now. I am just here to wish everyone a Happy New Year. I dont know whats in store. But slowly I am already feeling the pinch. Income. Love. Studies. Relationship.Israel.

I dont know whether to hate them. Or kill them. Either way, they're not in my heart.

Everyone, I AM BACK. Watch out!

Let's FIGHT!

2008-12-21T06:52:00.000-08:00

So now the latest hustle and bustle in Racial Town, Malaysia is that whether vernacular schools should exist or not. May I part my point of view on this issue?

Firstly, after 51 years of independence I sincerely do not think anymore vernacular schools should exist. If anything at all, maybe one or two vernacular schools of all races should exist. The end. Period. I don’t understand why are the Chinese still fighting so much on this issue. On one side they want a Bangsa Malaysia but on the other they are fighting for their cultural and history rights. Listen here, if the one’s in America, Australia and UK can move on and associate themselves to the locals there why then are the Chinese and Indians in Malaysia are so stubborn to do it. Why? Their ancestors moved from their origins to Malaysia for a brighter future and I would claim as much that yes they have had a brighter future and will continue to do so. But lets stop looking for a one mighty race supremacy. Lets move on from that and make it all equals.

Now I know the Malays haven’t done much to prove their letting go so why should the others. I would agree as much. Therefore, the Malays too have to let go off things and move on. Why are we still on the issue of NEP’s continuance? I was never the child of this benefit , neither was my parents. Most who benefit all this were from Johor, Pahang and other agriculture states and mind you that these states are not as strong as those where NEP is not in function. So its really sad to see that it did nothing for the people. As far as I knew by constitution, the black and white of the NEP was for all people, of all colours and religions. But it has evolved so much that it has now become only for the Malays and even so it did not bring anyone much far. Of a 100%, probably only 20% attained any success from it. So why then has this NEP thing being prolonged for so long. Behind the curtain, I really have no idea who is minting all the money but certainly someone is. Or a few. Coming from the new generation of citizens of this country, more and more are wanting to let go of the NEP. Most of the educated one’s one equal rights and freedom of speech. I don’t see the reason why the government should deprive other races from obtaining whatever they deemed fit to obtain. Wasn’t it because of a joined effort that’s how we obtained our Independence in the first place? Rather then going forward, the mentality that is being thought to the younger generations is to go back in time. Seriously, what is so mighty about the Malays? Are we God? Do we hold some kind of supernatural powers that defers us from the others? What is so special about the Malays, I want to know! Frankly, if anything through history everyone knows South East Asia is mainly popular because of the Straits of Malacca. But even then it was mainly conquered by the Thai’s and Indonesians. So how then are we so supreme? Ok, Malacca was powerful but if anything it was started off by an Indonesia runaway. And his generations continued to prosper here. So what is so great about the Malays?

Malays, for me, does not have a definition. How can you define Malay? He is Muslim? That isn’t fair. How can all Malays are Muslim but not all Muslims are Malays? No Malay in Malaysia is pure, somewhere somehow they are definitely a mix, either with Arab, Indian, Chinese, Siamese, Indonesian (mainly) and from Europe. So how do you define Malay then? Shouldn’t we stop procrastinating and focus on something more beneficial for the country? Rather then special rights enshrined in the Constitution shouldn’t we focus on opportunities for all and greater racial integration. But firstly, if there’s separation on the issue of education language then how is there to be independence?

Many claim and scream at the top of their lungs, you don’t need to conform to one language to reach unity. Seriously, I think they need to rethink that statement over. If we can’t come to a stage to speak one language properly then how are we going to interact to one another? With sign language? Wouldn’t that too mean conforming to a type of communication? Listen people. To reach unity, one particular language should remain supremacy. At the same time, the right to learn other language shall not be infringed but it should be put to the point that that shall remain a choice for the people and that it is not to be put in General Education. If they think China’s going to rule the world, why then are many Chinese from China are gearing up in full barrels to learn English? I don’t see what’s wrong in learning the Malay language. If you talk about vernacular schools, everyone knows that it means learning the subjects all in the one particular races of language. That would be not fair and that would be so racist. Don’t you think studying either in English or Malay is better? Neither does it feel racist or supreme of anything. Just like if you were in Spain and there are Chinese there you definitely will have to study the subjects in Spanish, no qualms about it. Why here then?

Today in Straits and Sun there was a whole section just devoted on this issue. I’ll leave the government to decide, but at the end I do hope they see the education benefit of it and not for cultural and language supremacy reasons. For the same reason, this whole issue is for the benefit of the future generation and race issue beign brought up ever so often its like fighting with our own selves.

Either way, my children can be home schooled by me since I will teach them in Malayalam.

Events to not forget and Events trying hard to forget

2008-12-17T01:11:00.000-08:00

Finally I am back. But sadly I was sick last week and this week again. My sickness is a very funny sick actually. I am not describing it here, thank you very much. I went for a wedding and an engagement, one in KL the other in Ipoh. It was so tiring yet so fun. Met all my cousins and my aunts and uncles, it was fun. My cousin looked beautiful in a partial Malayali saree. The wedding was fairly simple, nothing grand. The night before we all met up at her house for a dinner thrown by her father, its a culture thing. So you see it was a Saturday night and me and my family left in the morning, but we had a flat tyre on the highway(my first experience) then we got out for a while. Stopped for food and refreshments and finally arrived in KL after 7 hours, for something that takes 4 hours. But it was a fun trip. My beloved cousin was here with us in the car. He made the whole mood so light and fun. Then we met up with his parents who were in KL earlier then us, by 1 hour actually. Then we followed them all the way to my cousins house in (of course) some hosh-posh place up the hill at Sungai Buloh. So you see us kids and parents thought we were there for some small miniature family gathering that had no resonance whatsoever. We wore clothes that was comfortable for a 4 hour ride, that which bytheway if you haven't notice took 7. So whatever was comfort was left as trashy clothes. And you know how comfort clothes are never nice. But heck, we were tired and it was already 7pm. We reached the place, got down and tried to press out those overly huge frills on our clothes, a little powder touch up, hair combing and hoping and wishing we smell good enough, we strut ourselves into the porch in shabs and well, rags.

Of course it was a small party, why then would there be tents? Right? OK, breathe. We walked in and at the same time, then suddenly my uncle's side of people streched their car right in front of the porch. Of course we were(if I may put it this way) "jet lagged" after the whole journey. We didn't give two-hoots how they got out of their car, with the posh Gold Audi and the wind blowing right in the face, but of course God made it great by letting it rain just then. Woohoo!! There two unfamiliar faces, then another three, further small gnomes came running out and two woman and then another man and another. It went out until 3 pairs of family made their presence there with a set of grandma and grandad for the added spice. My family were four pairs. Not that much though. Although, when you compare with the kids, they were just mere toddlers. I mean the oldest was still clutching to his mom and he's like what 21? Well out of all of the Brady bunch, only one was looking quite good. That too was because he was wearing good clothes. Seriously,. the people there O-M-G. The women were wearing flashy Punjabi suits with shining sequence and the some of the children were wearing clothes as if they were going clubbing(mainly two actually, but its always more then one, as I say). But of course that's where it stops, the small girls we wearing simple house hold clothes and their fathers were of course, in traditional Kurta tops and some with working Shirts. It was a fairly bit small party with nothing high five. But I was in rage. Actually me and all my cousins. We were expecting like shabby dressed people arriving and making their presence but this people took it a notch by wearing flashy materials. My young cousin bro and me were standing at the door like some dumb shits waiting for something to happen. Then all of a sudden, the lovely auntie across the hallway called her boys, which were like 6 of them(ranging from gnomes to bigger gnomes[OK not that bad]). So they all came with this big style of theirs shaking our hands and saying their names and we introduced ourselves too. I said my name wrongly(Oh don't mock me!) because the stupid that I am, I was nervous. That happens to me to everyone new I meet. After the whole ice-breaking session they walked off and we just sat there. All my cousins then followed suit and gathered at one corner which was at the entrance of the house a.k.a the door, for a moment I guess all of us just forgot our do's and dont's. Unlike those timid church mouse side of my uncles who are just giggled and chuckled away, us cousins were having a blast, bitching and talking about well *ehem* stuffs. Then I just look at those gnomes there, turned to cousin brother and whispered "...they'll cry tomorrow...". He looked at me, noticed my evil-cold glare and agreed. Let them have this miserable day to themselves. We'll show what we have tomorrow.

So the next day came, the big wedding ceremony that took place in a temple in Jalan Ipoh. It was a quaint little place. Although, the hall that they took to walk was long. Really long. The food was delicious. It was totally vegetarian. Me and my young lil' cousin decided to buy the same 'jeepa'(male Indian clothes. That's when he stayed with us for a week. It was nice set of clothes. We got it cheap) and coincidentally my sister and my cousin sister(my young cousin brothers sister) bought the same 'lengga'(another female Indian clothes) in the same colour. Coincidence, mind you. But it was really nice seeing the both of them, they looked really gorgeous. My sister of course was the better half. And a guy flirted with her(Yay for you!).My another cousin sister wore a beautiful long 'lengga' in a dark purple top and bright pink bottom. Mom wore this beautiful saree that I chose that gave a beauty of Malayali that will take the other ladies a run for their lives. Dad wore a simple working top. My aunt wore a glittering orange and black saree that made her look like a model of the runway catwalk. Her husband, my friendly uncle wore a long red 'jeepa'. Well, the thing is we all looked just as gorgeous as anything can be. Bright colours here and there but with the constant Malyali thing to fall back on we all looked really nice. I loved how we look. We look like a billion dollars. I cant put the pictures here now, mainly because I haven't downloaded it on my notebook yet. Patience people.

Oh bytheway, the other side of my uncle's side were now in shabs and rags.Looked like the table took one heckuva spin. It was comforting to know that we looked better then all of them even if they were combined and multiplied by a million. They were wearing this simple rubbish red kurtha's that made them look older then my dead grandad whose 6 feet under(bless his soul). None of them looked Malayali that day. All looked like Tamil-lians. Not that it was bad but it was a Malayali wedding and they are Malayali's. Haven't they heard of the saying " dress for the occasion"? Talk about KL life style. Looks like us in Penang and Ipoh knows how to get heads turning, all they did was getting themselves mistaken as the janitors of the temple(if they have on that is). Furious is beyond what I am getting at. It was wedding for Pete's sake. Your own bloody cousins sister's wedding. At least where something that proves you are part of the wedded family. With yellow crocs sandal that looks so fake at the first look and bright cheap blue jeans and a dark cloudy maroon jeepa, frankly my maid dressed up better then them. But I guess, that's how partying in KL is. Fashion for the smalls one's and rags for the big one's.

Anyways, at the end of the day it was a sweet wedding done. We were all cam whoring with one another. Oh, there was a hot girl who gave me 'the' look but I just have her a flirted look and walked off. Sometimes, the mood has to be there. We left for home right after that. It was a good experience.

For the engagement on the other hand, that was a D-I-S-A-S-T-E-R. The only one who looked nice was my of course engaged cousin(that too because I told her to take off the thick golden belt around her waist) and another cousin of mine. I was busy putting up chairs and tables and flagging of table clothes all over. It was an experience all right, but it was DISASTER still. My younger cousin and his brother were helping so much. Alot of things wouldn't have been done if it wasn't because of them. It was in Ipoh bytheway. In the house. You can imagine the heat, lack of oxygen and bright yellow lights. The food was bad and some people were already hallucinating under the 'spotlights' and most, like me, was sweating profusely like a pig. Another event that will not go off my mind, as much as I want too. My cousin is coming again to stay with me next week for a week. Woohoo!!! This time my eldest uncle is following for a two week stay as his wife flew off to India to purge her sins, although I don't think God will forgive her much. But anyways, I do'nt hope for another Taj Mahal bombing happening wherever she goes ;)

ILL

2008-12-08T21:25:00.000-08:00

I am tired, exhausted, in pain and everything else under the tree. I have fallen ill yesterday. No idea what happened. One morning I just woke up with this terrible stomach pain and I cant move. Now, I am still the same. Just had lunch. Disgustng porridge. No idea which nut evented porridge. Arrgh, I hate it. Anyways, ate half the bowl and I feel like puking out. Yesterday, I went out for late dinner with my boys at Old Town in E-gate. It was of corse, normal. Although, tantrums were thrown initially. But then we were ok later. Met my two ex-collegues from my previous Starbucks working place. Didnt know both of them smoked. Oh well, its their life. I need to rest now...bye

PHEW....

2008-12-05T08:45:00.000-08:00

Ah, this whole week is so tiring. I cant seem to read my Donald Trump book anymore. I cant seem to sit at home and cook healthy meals no more, I cant seem to sit down and watch my favourite shows, I cant seem to do anything. I have work, work, and more work. Then its off seeing friends, then shopping with my cousin, then class. Then I have parties to attend. Few birthday invitations, Xmas invitations,wedding and engagement invitations and night outs. I dont know when will I be able to be online next as I will be in KL this weekend. This would be my last blog for now

So, off to my glamorous yet humble life!

BYE!!!

Fatwa - YOGA

2008-12-05T08:16:00.000-08:00

The fatwa about the recent yoga practice is a total mockery of the country's independence on human rights and the muslims rights. Who in the right frame of mind would reject the application of yoga in Malaysian Muslims life just because they assume that it will reduce our faith in God.

1)Yoga in Malaysia as far as I know does not have anything to do with prayers or chantings that is related to the Hindu religion.

2)I dont know where do this fatwa Dr.'s and so-called Proffesors put their brains when they do any research on this matter. Fatwa is something that quite a number of Muslims in Malaysia do follow heed. The ridiculous thing is that hey dont seem to do anything detailed or witha any precautions.Now they come up with this ridiculous rule saying that it will reduce our faith, 'akidah'.

3)What are we Muslims in Malaysia that stupid??? We cant even talke care of our own faith that just by some yoga classes and practices we will automatically become non-Muslim anymore and straightaway convert into Hindu-ism? I want to have a chat to those people if there are any on this point. How fragile do think our faith is? How come they always think that Muslims in this country, their faith erodes faster then you can say "STOP!"?

4)The next big question is: where will this fatwa take us on to now? And what should we do? Sit and wait for further humiliting and ridiculous fatwa's to be made or should we move on and continue doing what we normally do and still be proper Muslims at the same time?

5)Being a Muslim, I always feel proud that I can explain things to people who do not see the silver lining in the religion and how truly beautiful and calming Islam can be. Sadly, day by day this idiots come up with some rigid and colonial rules claiming its the best for the Muslim community and all hail its rule. What age do this "Proffesors" think they live in? Theirs? Theirs died 10 years ago. Now, if you want to come with something that is as big as this, you would think that they would do it with more thought and common sense. But of course, coming from places and time where they think everyone are all illiterate and probabaly dumb, they assume doing what they always think is bets without the proper work would as usually become a fantastic fatwa. Well news for you Mister's, ITS NOT!. You people are making mockery of the Malaysians.

I have no idea wheres the journey ending or even when. But i just hope it ends soon.

ALL THINGS TO BE DONE AND THAT I HAVE DONE

2008-12-02T22:11:00.000-08:00

I know I have been off the blog circuit for so long. Gosh, I cant believe it was so long. I cant help it people. I was so busy. And I will be more busy soon. Its the whole December season. I cant help it. I am not boasting. But its true. Lets see:

1) Continuous baking.
-One fruit cake for a Lady.
-Then I had an order for a Birthday Party Cake. A Triple Layer
Carrot Vegetarian Cake.
-Cupcake's for my Mom's friend.

2) I have got more baking to do. Since Xmas is nearing. I have got those cute cupcakes with deco's to do. Then more fruit cake orders. And more cake orders.

3) It was Britney Spears Birthday yesterday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRITNEY!!! and my friend Iori who is in my class, Happy Birthday Iori

4)I am now working in Tesco Penang in a shop called Papparoti. Its a wonderful place, that sells awesome Mexican bun. I would suggest everyone to buy this bun ONLY from TESCO PENANG.

5)Classes are killing me. I will be having night classes very soon. Then I am also having extra class on other class days.

6)Last week on the 22/11/2008, I had this whole drama because I had to go to KL at ATC KL for my PTPTN interview. Let me tell you something. There was no interview. All they did was asked me to give them the documents which I already posted to ATC KL. And then to have my thumb print coordinated with my IC. It was the stupidest thing. I was there for hours. Left Penang at 12am. I reached KL about 5.30am. Hanged out at MCD in Pudu and just waited for the sun to come up. I did nothing. I of course was with a group of friend of 12. Then we went to the college. And did some minor changes to our documents and just waited for our turn. My problem was the date on the documents which were conflicting with my entry date. Screaming happened and crying happened(Don't ask). Some students there had to an Amazing Race ATC because they had to go all the way to Kelana Jaya and Petaling Jaya and got this commissioners oath's chop and some had to print stuffs which costed them more $35. They had to take the LRT then the taxi then walking. And all over again. Trust me, there was blood, sweat, and tears. I am not exaggerating. It was a whirlwind there. Lucky for me, I stood as the audience and counsellor. Thing is, although I wasted a lot of my time. I made friends, I knew people better and I learned to appreciate what I have. I came back the same day. I left at 5pm and reached Juru, Penang at 10.30pm. It was a tiring journey all in all but it was an experience I wouldn't change.

7)This week my cousin is here at my home for a week and I am forcing him to stay another week. Its so fun having him here. I feel so alive. He is my mone, Anil. He is 15 this year. He has sat for his PMR. He is waiting for his results which will come out at the end of this year.

8)Job in Papparoti is fun but I am coming back late every night. I am back minimum 11.30pm. Gosh, I have got to learn how to juggle my time.

9) All my friends want to meet me, since everyone has flown back from wherever they were. I am trying to squeeze in my time with theirs, but it just seems impossible. But I know I can do it.

10) Then I have one cousins wedding coming up this weekend. Then the next weekend is my another cousins engagement. So that means no class attendance for me. Haha.

11)Last week was a massive beach party that Ms.Carol organised. It was awesome. anyone who wishes to see the pictures do go to my facebook and see it. Everyone from the committee was doing well. They were awesome aforesome! The party was so fun. People around the place were snapping our pictures and staring at us and some even talked to us. It was a party that rocked!

12) My friend suggested a Xmas Party next. Before we leave the college for our break. That is a good suggestion. And Ms.Carol kept on asking about theme for it. I cant imagine any theme for a Xmas Party. Anyways, I love the whole idea and I intend to be part of it. So lets see how that works.

*PHEW* I have been through so much in the last two weeks and I am suppose to last for another two weeks. Wow. OK, lets see how it goes. I will try to blog more often.

New Fatwa's

2008-12-02T22:05:00.000-08:00

Makin hari umat Islam makin ditindas dan dikongkong. Bukan oleh orang Cina, atau orang India atau orang Yahudi atau orang Kristian. Tetapi dianiya dan dikongkong oleh orang Islam/Melayu sendiri. Please read on.

Selepas fatwa pengharaman yoga, fatwa-fatwa yang akan datang adalah seperti berikut :

Disember 2008
Orang Islam dilarang mandi di kolam renang awam. Di kolam renang awam, akan terdapat orang-orang yang bukan Islam yang memakai pakaian renang yang singkat dan mendedahkan aurat (terutamanya amoi-amoi china yang cun dan seksi). Ini boleh menjejaskan akidah orang Islam. Cara yang paling baik ialah kita haramkan orang Islam dari kolam renang awam.

Januari 2009
Orang Islam dilarang pergi ke Pulau Pinang. Ketua Menteri Pulau Pinang adalah seorang yang bukan Islam and majoriti penduduk Pulau Pinang adalah orang yang bukan Islam. Apabila seorang Islam berada di Pulau Pinang, beliau mungkin terhidu bau char keoy tiaw yang dimasak oleh orang bukan Islam dan ini boleh merosakkan akidah kita. Cara yang paling baik ialah kita haramkan orang Islam dari pergi ke Pulau Pinang. Orang Islam yang kini tinggal di Pulau Pinang akan diberi elaun pindah sebanyak RM 3000 untuk membantu mereka berpindah ke negeri-negeri yang lain. Perpindahan ke negeri Kelantan dan Terengganu amat amat digalakkan.

Februari 2009
Orang Islam dilarang meminum root beer. Walaupun root beer tidak mengandungi alkohol, namun perkataan "beer" ini boleh menimbulkan keghairan dan kelakuan tidak senonoh di kalangan orang Islam. Dengan pengharaman root beer, orang Islam bolehlah meminum minuman ringan yang lain tanpa was-was. Ginger beer juga diharamkan.

March 2009
Orang Islam dilarang memakan di kedai Mamak. Walaupun mamak kebanyakkannya Islam, tetapi asal usul mereka adalah India dan ada kemungkinan terdapat unsur-unsur India di dalam perniagaan mereka seperti bercakap Tamil dan memakai seluar dalam buatan India. Untuk mengelakkan sebarang syak wasangka, mulai 1 Mac 2009, orang Islam dilarang dari memakan di kedai mamak (kecuali Tun Mahatir kerana dia sendiri mamak kelas I)

April 2009
Orang Islam dilarang bermain ping pong atau table tennis. Ping pong berasal dari negeri China dan oleh yang demikian, mungkin terdapat unsur-unsur agama Buddha atau Confuciusism di dalam permainan ping pong. Ornag Islam yang terlalu banyak bermain ping pong akan terjejas akidah mereka. Sebagai permainan alternatif, orang Islam digalakkan bermain sepak raga (tetapi bola raga mesti buatan Malaysia, bukan dari Thailand).

Mei 2009
Orang Islam yang berkerja dengan kerajaan dilarang mengambil gaji masing-masing. Ini kerana sebahagian besar pendapatan kerajaan adalah cukai pendapatan yang dibayar oleh syarikat-syarikat orang bukan Islam. Orang Islam digalakkan meminta sedekah dari orang Islam yang lain. Untuk memudahkan permintaan sedekah, bakal peminta sedekah digalakkan mencangkung di hadapan bangunan UMNO.

Jun 2009
Orang Islam dilarang keluar negara. Terdapat terlalu banyak godaan yang boleh meruntuhkan akhlak dan akidah orang Islam. Perkara ini telahpun dikaji dengan teliti hasil lawatan sambil belajar ke Bangkok oleh Majlis Fatwa Kebangsaan baru-baru ini. Oleh yang demikian, orang orang Islam diminta menyerahkan balik paspot masing-masing ke jabatan immigresen secepat mungkin. Perjalanan keluar negara hanya dibenarkan untuk menteri-menteri dan orang kuat UMNO sahaja, itupun hanya jika diiringi oleh ahli Majlis Fatwa Kebangsaan.

Julai 2009
Orang Islam dilarang berfikir di waktu siang. Kebanyakkan masalah jenayah dan maksiat wujud kerana orang-orang yang tak ada kerja berfikir yang bukan-bukan. Untuk membenteras maslah jeneyah dan maksiat, orang-orang Islam mulai 1 Julai 2009, dilarang dari menggunakan otak mereka diwaktu siang. Pemikiran mereka akan dipantau oleh Majlis Fatwa Kebangsaan dengan menggunakan sekumpulan specially trained monkeys. Orang Islam boleh menggunakan otak mereka di waktu malam tetapi pemikiran dihadkan kepada perkara-perkara berkaitan dengan makan dan minum sahaja.

Please do not laugh. Many of the above will become a reality if we do not do anything. The rational-thinking muslims in this country are simply not doing anything. We let a very small minority of narrow-minded idiots to control our lives. Especially the Malay muslims, are fast becoming a laughing stock worldwide. We are obsessed with the little little things.

When there are so many important things remain to be done, why must the Fatwa folks spend their time on little things.. tomboys, yoga, etc, etc. Why don't we ever hear anything from the Fatwa folks for social justice, eradicating corruption and poverty, protecting single mothers, helping the poors, educating the ummah, protecting the environment or ensuring fairness in society.

If you are a rationale, forward thinking muslim, please speak up. If you choose to remain silent, it only means that you agree with whatever is happening. And do not blame the non-muslims for all our troubles. We are asking for it.

-from another source-

THE AMAZING RACE ASIA SEASON 3!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

2008-11-20T17:51:00.000-08:00

So my good friends A-Levels examinations are finally over. They would no more be studying for anything related to A-Levels. I wish them all the best for their results and their future undertakings now. Let me tell you, all of them have interesting ideas. Fashion empire, NGO for so many causes, flight attendent and God knows what else. Well have fun guys!

For me, I ended it June this year, never looked back a second and now venturing in my degree for Law. I dont know if this what I was born to do, but I am enjoying it.

Anyways, the reason I wrote this is to scream about the winner of The Amazing Race Asia Season 3(TARA S3)!!!!!WOOHOO!!!!If anyone does not know what this is, its the similar competition in America which is The Amazing Race. What this people do is, go to many countries around the world and try to accomplish a task to move on to another task which will take them to a whole different place. Friendship, loyalty, trust, and love are all tested here. Anyone hjoining this should be mentally, physically and emotionally strong. The winner for the past two seasons were MALAYSIAN!!!! This is the first time the Malaysians came on third and the winner is an all boys team and from Hong Kong(whatever Prash). I would like to congratulate Vince & Sam for winning this race like true champions. For the runner up, Geoff & Tish from Phillipines( I am guessing) thank you for entertaining us. ALthough, my whole family and most of my friends hatedf you Geoff but we cant deny, none the both of ya'll, there wouldnt be any source of entertainment for the show.

IDA & TANIA!!!!!I am so proud of you!!Please dont think that Malaysians are not proud of you. If anything we are full of pride knowing Malaysians will always be at the top for anything and that we are a bunch of helpful, considerate and excellent at team-work. And you showed it all. All the previous Malaysian teams have excellent team-work effort, and you are not left behind in that area. I know if you had not taken the wrong flight, the both of you would have reached first! Sadly, but not to worry. You both rocked!!!I was so inspired on how you both were at the last leg of the race. There was no tear, no looking-back, no regerets. You both were just seaping every moment of it, as if it were the best. I am honoured to be a Malaysian. Seeing all the previous Malaysian teams inclusive of this season, I have immense pride and respect for participants and for Malaysia. I have no idea whether many share my views, but I dont care.

YOU ROCK IDA & TANIA!!!!

(Last night, my friend and I were talking on our mobile and we were discussing about the TARA and he was telling me how it was now trying to get in excellent shape to be part of the game someday. He then told me he wanted to do it with me. And he added, "...but you have to loose more weight" and I replied "Look at AD & Fuzzie. She was fat but they manage top 4". And then he said "Yeah".

"When are we registering?")

Marriage for me

2008-11-20T06:44:00.000-08:00

You know I have been so busy, I havent had the time to blog much. Classes, baking orders, exams, family. I tell you its so hectic. But I somehow manage to squeeze my time to blog today. I have a question for myself.

Will I ever get married?

I dont know how to answer that. I do wish someday to get married. But to live with someone my whole life? To be in bed with just one woman? Well its not like I am 'womanizer' who has bedded many women. But I dont know whether the whole being with one person is ok. But then again, being with many or constant changing is not what I want.

Do you really feel tied down after a marriage? To many asians, marriage is marrying into the family of the other, be it love-marriage or arange-marriage. That's why I dont want to get tied down like that. But thats hard. Having said that, I dont know if marrying a non-asian person would be the same or different. For me marriage is something you share everything with, the whole christian sense of "through health and sicknes, in bad and good till death do us apart" is so marvellous. Although, I as Muslim do not get the chance to say all this but I think I will still say to whomever I marry to.

The whole gender thing I am leaving it blank here. I guess I dont have a say in that. I truly believe its God's will. But definitely I know what kind of person I will get married too.

For me whether its love marriage or arrange marriage I am not sure. I wish it could be love-mariage but I dont know. No love found yet. I guess, that is again not for me to ponder or wonder. But ever since I was small reading cheesy love novels (yes I do read love novels) by Sidney Sheldon, Jeffry Archer and sorts the whole thing gets into me. I want to be in those deep deep dreamy love tales. I want to have a tale on my own. Someday where I can this love tale to my children and grandchildren. Have you ever dreamt of that kind of love? Where when you bathe, the water doesnt shi
eem to be wet enough,when you eat the water doesnt seem full enough, when you sleep you'd never be able to sleep well. This is a malay saying.

But marriage leads to alot of problems. Conflicts, disagreements and envy. Well nowadays people are more sensitive towards things. Not many are able to take things lightly and every single thing is a law, every thing leads to fights. The style of bringing up the kids will clash, be it boy or girl. The way to decorate the house will be different. The things to buy. The thing to do. I tell you after marriage things always change. Its very rare, for things to remain the same.

For me I want all kinds of marriage. Being Malay in Malaysia I must have a Malay wedding. But I also want to have a Indian style wedding. I want to have a christian style of wedding. Omit the priest only. I want a garden, beach, spring, winter, autumn,hotel style, over the top and simple wedding. I know it may be too much to ask, I know it may be too little to ask.,I also want the wedding to be done in other countries. Well I have alot of ideas. Dont let me get started. What I just mentioned was just tip of the ice berg.

Anyways, I do not know where I see myself in 10 years to come. But marriage is not on my mind now. I just want to be in a few relationships as possible, and learn from its mistakes.

Period.

(African tribe style would be exotic!)

Mumtaj's ON THE AIR

2008-11-12T07:30:00.000-08:00

So I was flipping through today's newspaper and I came across this title called "New Women" by Mumtaj Begum.

So there she went on criticising a new on slot show that's called "Big Shots". She goes on to tell that the guys in this show are portraying that man has lost their places. She keeps on going by saying that the guys here are straight so they do not see the kind of audience that the show intends to cater too.

Its so interesting to note, that this movie critic is stating something that is rather quite awkwardly wrong. I mean how many of us have watched so many chick-flicks that we are bored of it? If its not Gossip Girl, 90210, Gilmore Girls its what then? 40 year old menopaused women who are to busy thinking about their shoes and their sod love/marriage life like Sex and the City or Lipstick Jungle. I am a male junkie and I do love the whole chick-flick scene, but sometimes I do wish to watch something that I can relate to as a male. That I am comfortable watching without thinking, damn that girls not wearing her bra or that he shouldn't have kissed her so soon. I do want to watch shows that portray men has feelings too, as cheesy as it may sound, the fact is, men too have feelings and issues that we need to talk too. And car, girls and sports is not all we do discuss.

"Womenfolk would most probably be turned off by these characters' constant yapping about their feelings and who(and what) drives them crazy". Doesn't this line sounds so familiar? Aren't all women like that? The constant yapping that leads to the breakdown of a marriage. The constant yapping that gets most men raged and furious. Seeing it, that it has yet to register in to the grey matters of Mumtaj, she doesn't know that women are the constant irritator. Having said that, at least this tells that women gets put off if a man talks all day long, don't you think men too(and mostly yes) gets put off when women talk all day long. Although that has been practices for so so long, a change is a needed. And since "A change has come-Obama", its good if something different is shown to public. So maybe women should learn how to keep their mouths and to keep it at where it belongs and cease to open it. Because, if according to Mumtaj hopes and dreams, silent and strong men and yapping women makes a perfect couple. No wonder we see alot of divorce and murder cases happening in families, we now know where the idea derives from.

She goes on to say that "for goodness sake, they don't even chat about sports; not once." First of all, has she watched ALL the episodes? Second, does not talking about sports makes you a lesser man then others? "Apparently modern men scrutinise their indiscretions, and their marriage in minute detail. Oh, where have all the cowboys gone?" Frankly, to me, this lady has to be sent back to medieval times. Here in the 21st century when women are fighting so hard for their rights and their respect in a family, where people around the world are trying to get man to be more involved in their family welfare then just leaving it to the wife to do it all, where every one's hoping for man to be more sensitive to women's feelings and are more approachable. Here, this women goes on talking about cowboys and how its wrong to talk about marriage. I am guessing this women has either a bad marriage or is not married at all. If this movie is trying to show the true sense of modern man and in one way or rather trying to educate the younger men to be more willful to their partners, then I see no harm in a man being that way. Heck, I would applaud that man.

Mumtaj says the actors "are just transparently fake". So which actor or actress aren't? Looking at her moronic example, I am guessing for a "avid" movie(all the likes) watcher she doesn't watch Lipstick Jungle does she? Three menauposing women who are in the prime of their lives who talk nothing but fashion, love, sex, and spends no more then five minutes in their office(one has the office in her own house) thinking about fashion, love and sex and then back to the whole drama again. For someone who is expected to know what food she's chewing, Mumtaj's merely spitting out rubbish. I never liked this lady. Not because of who she is and what not, but because I never found her criticism to be anything but stupidly wrong. She gives credit when there's none to give, and spares the rod when theres aplenty to be said for. There's this other guy that Star Publications's hire, Alan or Alex or something. Now, he atleast knows his work. When he criticises, at least I know he is right and although some points may differ, but that's expected. This man shows his knowledge and debates out his point on logic. But this lady know two hoots about what shes talking and relates it mostly to her daily dosage of fantasies and wonderland(my apologies to Alice). I even go on to wonder why does Star even bother hiring her still. They would save alot on their money if they fire here. I don't judge this merely by my own thoughts. I do discuss with my friends, relatives and parents about the movie and I read out her views. NOT ONE have ever agreed with her. If to say she has helped to increase the movie go-ers for indie films would be lying to say so. Her criticism are barely healthy for good Hollywood films, what more if its locally. Look, I am not telling her to be bias or anything like that, but I just find that Mumtaj does not know(most of the time) what shes jabbering about and that's really sad as it makes a mockery of our movie criticiser(if there's such a thing). If Miss Mumtaj finds herself worthy as a good critique and that shes good in her movie knowledge, then maybe she should volunteer herself as a judge to the Cannes or something, that's if they want her.

I don't know much about this show to begin with, but at least if I know it was something men should watch and learn from I am more then willing to lend a help in promoting it. Coming from a women, Mumtaj has failed to acknowledge something that could have been great for her gender. If I were a woman, wouldn't I be happy if my man would worry about the marriage the way I do? Wont I be happy if he thinks about the cash shortage like I do? Wont I be happy knowing that my man is not cheating on me but actually worrying about the tinniest detail about our marriage? If Mumtaj wants her silent and strong man who drinks beer all day long, rubs his belly and farts in the house while waiting for her to come back home after a hard-days work to microwave her frozen ready-made meal and have a dirty sleazy sex, then well with all due respect she may go and find such a man and marry him. For me, if I were a woman, I rather have a Big Shot then a Cowboy at any given moment.

Well I guess, different people have different views. Although she does say that "the series acknowledges that men too have feelings, they get hurt and are not boorish pigs", but from her article I think she wants men to be like that. Its only then they are called MEN. Again, I would like to extend my humble point of view here. The Star Publications should either move her to another section of the newspaper or cease to work for your company. Anything as long as we movie watchers and go-ers do not have sit through and read mind numbing criticism's that are not worth our iota's to read upon.

One last thing she said is "As stereotypical as it may sound, here's hoping that the days of silent and strong men are not totally over. Because seeing heterosexual men turning into the "new women" is quite a painful experience". As much as I would like to trash her on this sentence, I think I have only one thing to say about this: She must have been drunk and sober about her sad life and her sad man when she wrote this. You are prayed for tonight, Mumtaj.

My secret Ambition

2008-11-11T07:59:00.000-08:00

As I sit down and write this I constantly wonder what I would like to write today. When my laptop's not with me, I have so many things floating in my mind thzt I wish I can immediately write down. But alas, it doesnt work that way. Now as I type this down, I am frankly blank in my mind. I dont see a topic that I can write about.

Now I have something in mind.

I have a dream-Martin Luther King.

That man has a dream, not of my reach but something for his people. I too have a dream. My dream is not to see justice and fairness and being judged by character etc. My dream is big. I have my secret dream. Here, dream I mean is ambition. Boy, do I have a secret ambition. I am guessng many people have that. I dotnt think all doctors wished they were doctors or road sweepers dream of sweeping floors. I would not like to state my secret dream here, because then it wont be a secret anymore right? I have my sights on my dream. I know I can do well. But I have so many things stoping me. My family, my education and mainly, my self. My inner me wants to break loose, go crazy and just like taking a rented a car and driving all the way to Vegas. But my outer me, the harder shell always comes me down and tells me that things will fall in place as it may have it.

I am 19. I no longer know when "things will fall in place" anymore. Age is a bening factor in any industry. I do want to study, I do want to be a lawyer, but my heart, mind and body wants something else. I dont know whether will I ever be able to be "it" or join "it", but its something I want to do. I dont know, my family constantly things I wont do well, so does all of my friends. Not one has been positive unless to suck up to me or pretends to be nice. Genuine thoughts are so hard to come by. I wonder whether my secret ambition will alwyas remain a secret never known. Someone one said that, "when you're the drive of a car, if you dont press the gas pedal, it will not move". It sounds so well thought, but I wonder if I were to press the gas pedal, will the car move to fast?Will the car explode?Or will someone pull the brakes immediately?

I am a hard thinker. When I want something I look at all sides. Sometimes I wonder whether my weaknes is that, but when I look at it again, it could be my strength because I make sure its perfect in always. But I guess, if its meant to be, its meant to be and nothing can change it. All we may hope is the best. I have occasionally mentioned it to my parents, but to no avail have I received a response positive enough to make me move my ass towards achieveing it. Everything is all laid down by my parents. Its just for me to follow the road taken. I dont like taking the road not taken, I am anti-risk. But once in awhile, I want to experience the queer life. I want to know, what is it like being in that road. It might not be all pefect and tared, but it sure beats the boringness I would receive if I were to take the other. In life, if you want to be successful in your career, family, health, you have to mean it. You have to enjoy it. You can not regret it any point of time. Maybe thats a little hard put, but thats the core of it. I dont know whether law is my passion. I dont know whether I will be happy doing it. I may be successful in it, but living it as if its the best thing I can do in my life? I think not.

Of course at this age, everyone says I have a choice. I can still choose. But frankly, I dont know whether I have that luxury. Maybe I would. Maybe if I try hard enough, push hard enough, rebel hard enough I might make my secret dream/ambition to come true.

One thing for sure, it will not be tomorrow.

Haih.....

November 9

2008-11-10T06:19:00.001-08:00

I always thought the number '9' was such an auspicious number to me. Sadly, I am not so sure now. Its so awkward. The number that I always have some luck with has now had God showing me that luck might always be there and that it could just be mere numbers.

Do you know what happened?

I met with an accident yesterday. But do you know where? Right exactly oppsite my house. There was a pre-Xmas gathering at my front neighbour house and they had many cars parked everywhere.

So that night at 10.30pm my aunt called me to go and get some food from her house. I was abit reluctant, but an Aunt is still an Aunt. So I got wore my shorts to over my boxers and when into my car, and reversed it slowly. It all happened so fast.

I am not sure whether my radio was so loud that I couldnt here the censor signal of my car or whether the signal was not functioning. I reversed, I think I was too fast and I just hit the green Isawara at the door of his left hand passeneger. It was such a huge dent. As huge as a size of a foot ball. I was so nervous, I nearly cried. But I carried myself with "glitz and glamour". I got out of the car, looked at my Dad and he told me "Its ok, you can go". And I asked him are you sure, and he said yes. I looked at my mom and she just gave me a blank stare. So typical of moms. I got in the car and drove off. Of course, I was on sticks and stones when I was in the car. I was like a nervous wreck. I think I nearly cried.

When to my auntie's house, paid my dew's, got the food and rushed back home, thinking about the worst of scenarious.

1)I would go to jail.
2)I would have to fist-fight witht the neighbour for wrecking his car.
3)My 'P' license would get pulled back.
4)My parents will ground me from the usage of cars and I will never drive till I am 40 and still a virgin.
5)I would have to move out of the house, be a hobo, become a drug-dealer and lead a very dangerous and sad grimful life.

Alas, I wen back home and all was well. It was as if I just had a bad dream. Although the car was still there, and so was the "football" dent, my parents were inside watching TV. I came in with much grace, and performed a "Parvati character from Devdas" at that moment onwards. I fell to the ground, put my face into my hands, and acted out some crying scenes. I looked up all sad and messed up, I gave this puppy-dog eyes to my mom and dad and told them it was an accident and I did not it was there. My mom said I was lying and she went on talking about the way I drive and how she knew this day would come(no wonder she was come and composed as Margaret Thatcher). I quickly went in to the room, grabbed my mobile and called Calvin. That bastard hanged me up. So I called Mithu. Boy, was he a savior!

He made me laugh, and he told me about his accidents and how I shouldnt be worying about it least bit, god I love him. And he's the one who introduced me to the word 'glitz and glamour' in carrying myself. I tell you if I had not talked to him, I would have most probably dried up like a fig.

I got out of the room and mom told me to be honest and tell the car owner. When he came out, I told my dad, he got up and by the time he went out the Iswara was gone. Well, we couldnt do anything. Mom was raving on and on about God and his wrath and how we should have told the guy, he might have been in need or something. But you know what happened?

I turned into Oprah at that moment, looked at my Mom and told her "I could have actually been the savior of his life, maybe it was meant for me to knock his car, so that it'll save his life."

She stared at me. Rest her case and when to sleep. I was very much guilt-ridden and guilt-felt. So to ease it, I took my pillows, bolster, blanket and when it to my moms room, closed the door.

Confession: The accident has showed me that it can happen at my own "backyard". It took me an instant to know that it was God's way of telling me I should always be careful and that I am doing something wrong, mainly in the way I drive. I cannot challenge him adn take things for granted. Today it could have just been material, next it could be limbs and nerves. We never know. I am now a more humble and careful person when it comes to my driving.

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I Have A Dream - Rev. Martin Luther King

2008-11-05T23:17:00.000-08:00

In 1950's America, the equality of man envisioned by the Declaration of Independence was far from a reality. People of color — blacks, Hispanics, Asians — were discriminated against in many ways, both overt and covert. The 1950's were a turbulent time in America, when racial barriers began to come down due to Supreme Court decisions, like Brown v. Board of Education; and due to an increase in the activism of blacks, fighting for equal rights.

Martin Luther King, Jr., a Baptist minister, was a driving force in the push for racial equality in the 1950's and the 1960's. In 1963, King and his staff focused on Birmingham, Alabama. They marched and protested non-violently, raising the ire of local officials who sicced water cannon and police dogs on the marchers, whose ranks included teenagers and children. The bad publicity and break-down of business forced the white leaders of Birmingham to concede to some anti-segregation demands.

Thrust into the national spotlight in Birmingham, where he was arrested and jailed, King helped organize a massive march on Washington, DC, on August 28, 1963. His partners in the March on Washington for Jobs and Freedom included other religious leaders, labor leaders, and black organizers. The assembled masses marched down the Washington Mall from the Washington Monument to the Lincoln Memorial, heard songs from Bob Dylan and Joan Baez, and heard speeches by actor Charlton Heston, NAACP president Roy Wilkins, and future U.S. Representative from Georgia John Lewis.

King's appearance was the last of the event; the closing speech was carried live on major television networks. On the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, King evoked the name of Lincoln in his "I Have a Dream" speech, which is credited with mobilizing supporters of desegregation and prompted the 1964 Civil Rights Act. The next year, King was awarded the Nobel Peace Prize.

The following is the exact text of the spoken speech, transcribed from recordings.

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I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.

Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.

But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.

In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check — a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.

It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.

But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.

As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.

I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.

Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.

I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.

I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.

I have a dream today.

I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.

This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."

And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!

Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!

Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!

But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!

Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!

Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.

And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"

Each of what I bolded shows what is happening in Malaysia. Or what people are fighting for. I hope we would reach the sentence of what was hoped 50 years ago by this great man. No time has elapsed from his dream to ours. Its the same and I wish Malaysia will change for the better. If there's change in America, there can be change in Malaysia too.

Yoga is out, the Fatwa is in!

2008-11-05T07:20:00.000-08:00

Now its YOGA!

Anything else Mr. Religious Authority? I mean it was fork and spoon then plates. Then it was raiding in people's private homes. Next it was films. And now its Yoga.

What next Qipao?

Seriously, what is so wrong in learning an exercise that helps maintain many of your body organs to function properly and allows you to live longer healthyly? I mean its not like we have a statue of a certain God, neither are we saying any words or chanting any rhymes as we do it. The positions have been practised since 3000BC, regardless whether it was under the Hindu concept or not. I find the practice very important in once life to built stronger bones so that you dont wilt as you age and it allows you to control your breathing, which most TCM and now MP(Medical Practioners a.k.a Doctor)tells you to do. Yoga has many advantages and if I were to list it out, my blog might not end. Every organ, bone, skin, veins, blood vessels are well represented in the moves of the yoga positions in order to obtain the upmost benefit of it.

Can this Fatwa people name me one person, just one person who has come out of the religion of Islam all after going for few Yoga classes. If so I would like to meet him/her and give him/her a mouthful. How in the world, does someone loose their "keimanan(faith)" in God all after some simple healthy exercises? Which person in the right frame of mind is like that? And if so by Hell's will someone of that low faith existed does so, how is it fair that the whole Muslim community shall now no longer practise it?

I know that as religious preacher and one that holds the higher authority, you are to borne the responsibility of shedding on good light to your fellow brothers and sisters about what is wrong and what is right. But in this global world and where everyone is getting smarter, you need to have concrete explanation on why you come up with such devastating idea. We want the reasons of doing so. Dont just give us the shit that 'because we said so'. Nobody lives in that self-reclude world anymore. People want answers, people want to know why. If you have solid reasons, sit down and talk and discuss like true Muslim bretherens. Pointing finger at one somethign and saying it should not be done as such without any reason at all, is not something I wish to follow. And I seincerely believe many others are of the same mind.

Last Sunday, the famous columnist who I have the upmost respect of Ms. Zainah Anwar had her say on this issue on her article dated 2/11/208. Here she said that we should sit down and discuss it and she does write on about how the Kulim MP puts his religion before anything else and that a Professor at IIUM said that Muslims are to easily swayded and this should be stop. For a Proffesor, he clearly seems delusional and not talking based on reality facts. For one who is given the term 'Proffessor' ois expected to carry that title with upmost respect and self expresses with sold proof of facts and are very far sighted. Apparently, this is not the case. Yes, he has the right to state his opinion, but please with logic. How is it that we are swayed? I would rather say, we are very receptive towards new culture. And the great beauty of Islam is it can be practised in whichever way we wish as long as it conforms to text in the Quran. And I dont belive the Quran said we cant do Yoga.

Anyways, rather then hindering healthy activites for their Muslim conuterparts, dont this Fatwa people have better things to do? Like prouncing on people's private property to nab solicit affairs or like going from one place to another nab youths who are making love then war. Dont this people have death, marriage and poverty issus to be busy with. And here are this wonderful people who takes taxpayers money to come up with some sod off plan to hinder healthy activites all because its not Islam based. How you want yoga to be practised by its people now? Where the 'purda' or 'burqa' and do it? Will that satisfy them? Or do they want the Muslims to just sleep around all day and continuously dream of a future that will not happen if they wake up and start doing something about it? If that is their sense of Yoga, then well Mr.Religious Authority, you are one screwed up person in a screwed up organisation.

I have few suggestions here for you:

1)Either the bunch of old man you all are better go reality check classes and know what is needed to be done actually when being in that organisation, rather then comming up with rubbish fatwas.

2)Hire the ex-Perlis Mufti to head your organisation. He has more sense of the current situation around the world and he has better knowledge and interpretation of the Quran than you bunch of narrow minded, rigid and incompetent people that you all are.

3)Read more and learn how to adapt to the current world system and be more careful when you choose your fatwas.

4)Oh yah! Try getting feedbacks from public(in public i mean the 27 million population of the country, not just your workers in your organisation) before doing anything ridiculous as this.

Surprise me for your next take. Actually, I dont know what else I can be surprised with. Stupidity never fails to discontinue.

(ps: Try reading Yoga for Dummies, it might help)

If I Were A Girl

2008-11-05T00:00:00.000-08:00

If I were a boy
Even just for a day
I’d roll out of bed in the morning
And throw on what I wanted and go
Drink beer with the guys
And chase after girls
I’d kick it with who I wanted
And I’d never get confronted for it
Because they’d stick up for me

If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I’d be a better man
I’d listen to her
Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
Cause he’s taken you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
If I were a boy

I would turn off my phone
Tell everyone its broken
So they think
that I was sleeping alone
I’d put myself first
And make the rules as I go
Cause I know that she’d be faithful
Waiting for me to come home (to come home)

If I were a boy
I think I could understand
How it feels to love a girl
I swear I’d be a better man
I’d listen to her
Cause I know how it hurts
When you lose the one you wanted
Cause he’s taken you for granted
And everything you had got destroyed

It’s a little too late for you to come back
Say its just a mistake
Think I forgive you like that
If you thought I would wait for you
You thought wrong

But you're just a boy
You don’t understand (and you don’t understand)
How it feels to love a girl
Someday you’ll wish you were a better man
You don’t listen to her
You don’t care how it hurts
Until you lose the one you wanted
Cause you've taken her for granted
And everything you had got destroyed
But you're just a boy…

This song is so true to its words. I know my recent past post was talking about not understanding girls, but when I heard this song by this five time Grammy Award singer a.k.a my girlfriend, Beyonce my blood just carried the words throughout my entire body. The video clip represents the essence of this song. Yes, if she were a boy she would know the shit things and the jerks of an ass guys can be. Although, this does not very much happen in Asia compared to America but heck, its a global world.

Anyways, it is sad to note guys these days are no more the gentleman their fathers and grandfathers once were. We are more ruthless now, we care less about ladies feelings and we do as we please. But I think I would like to reiterate that, man has never changed. I think woman has been taken granted all the while. They are left waiting for their man at the end of the day, whether he remains loyal to her or not. Woman has always been pushed around by their man. Why do we do it? Why has it been practised so? Why even amongst our own species we compete to show the superior gender?

This love song shows that if a girl was a boy, how she would have made things differently, how she knows that it would hurt the girl when doesn't talk to her or when he is seen with another woman. The words portrays how if she was a boy, she will make things different by appreciating the 'other' more. Yes, I am a male. But I do not condone this kind of act. Man have their rights, but playing a girl as if their like some blow-up dolls is not the way to go.

Frankly speaking, I would like to also have a second version of this song too. I would like it to be called "If I were a girl". You know why? Because I want to portray the way women are. No longer are they sweet and nice. No longer are they elegant or demure. Most of them think they are big time thugs. They ask for equality, but they have no idea that with that responsibility follows. Girls these days are not like their mothers and grandmothers anyways.

Here's my own lyrics to this song. Listen to Beyonce's song prior to reading below and then you can relate to the song.

If I were a girl,
Even just for one day,
I'd swiftly wake up in the mornin',
And contemplate on my Jimmy and Manolo,
Shop shoes with the girls,
And give hints at the boys,
Swipe the credit card at where I wanted,
And I'd never get confronted for it,
'coz I know Brad'll come to me.

If I were a girl,
I think I could understand,
How it feels to love football,
I'd swear I'd be a better woman,
I will comment less,
Cause I know how it hurts,
When you loose the game you want it,
Cause she's stalking you for credit,
And everything you had got mortgaged,
If I were a girl (TM)

Somehow I still find that the song Beyonce created was unbeatable and is just so fantastic. I hope boys would be more what she sang for. Lets not put our gender to shame, gentleman.

Girls

2008-11-02T08:03:00.000-08:00

Girls I tell you. Its either you love 'em or hate 'em. I think that quote rings a shrill bell in my ear. I like this girl, and she has a boy friend. I like that girl and she doesnt have a boy friend but not interested to be with anyone for now. I tell you, I really feel like swearing now. Its as if some divine powers are telling me not to be with anyone(maybe its a Forever Single Curse-if there's one). Since my last ex, I have yet to be with anyone. I cant seem to connect well with anyone, and the one's I can mostly already have people that they like or they hate so they like no one. I really feel like swearing now.

WHY GOD??? WHY???

Probably, he thinks I am better suited for an arrange marriage(like those ancient practices that I use to find it stupid-I guess karma does come around). Maybe I am just hallucinating and not letting myself open up to people? Could it be? Oh damn it! I never knew, wanting to be in some damn relationship is so difficult. Or am I making it difficult?... I tell you taking up law a s a proffession makes me think and rethink what I think over and over again. I am getting paranoid because of it, thank you very much. Is it that hard to be in a relationship. I guess not being in one for the last two years, it is difficult for me to start a new one. Maybe it takes time. But seriously how long?

However, although I find myself writing all those down, I know I am a strong independent guy who knows that he does not need a lady to run his life. But I guess I do feel only with a girl, life will be more straight and better.

Oh fuck la!

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!!!

2008-10-31T08:51:00.000-07:00

Its HALLOWEEN. Rightfully, I should be out partying with my friends or trick-a-treating with some people on this night. Sadly, Malaysians are such dull people. They have no idea how to have fun. Or even if they do, they do not want to recruit new members into that group. Silly of them!

Here I am stuck in this ghostly and magical night at home doing nothing but busily blogging here. Gosh! Life sure has its twists. I had this whole planning thing last week thinking I would be going out or chilling with some buddies, but no one seems to be interested an no one seems to be talking about it, so I didnt venture further on whether they would want to go, so I left it. People, dont give me reasons now.

Crappy thing is, my mobile has 'kaput'. I am now reachless to most of my friends ecxepts the one's on the internet. But that too, not like there are many. I am bored now. I sat eating Big Apple Donuts which I bought yesterday watching Stomp The Yard. And the stupid thing is I feel fat now. Damn. No dinner tommorow then.

I still feel like taking the car and go buzzing out now. But with whom? And where too?...

Malaysia I tell you.....

Not my style of coming of AGE

2008-10-31T07:43:00.000-07:00

I have no idea what title I should put for this post. I have read so many posts of this similar genre recently. So I decided, I too am going to chip in. It seems people are now talking about 'the coming of age'. What is it? To me I find it as something where you reach a certain sense of maturity that you can really be yourself without doubting yourself and that you are independent enough that you dont have to rely on anyone for anything. Frankly, I think its impossible at any cause. People constantly need others help and maturity is such a subjective word that expends far and beyond.

I am 19. Most blog's I read are about the same age or in the 20's. Prash and another guy are the ones that are well above 30. When I read their blogs, I get to know them better. Their point of views in life, how they see it and the way they project it. Every person by age seems to have a different point of view. I guess the younger you are, the carefree is your mind. To me personally, I still find the topic of Sex, Religion & Race and Politics a topic that I do not intend to go unless needed. The thing is, not because I am 19 I see myself as not needing to contribute to this kind of conversations, but I find if I can use my mind to think of somethig else then such serious topics rather then something more breezy and mellow, it would be more appropriate. However, I do find the whole SRRP should very much be discussed by the younger generation so that our minds are more open and we do not repeat past mistakes.But I somehow find it to abressive. When I read my friends blogs or even talk to them, sometimes I do find that they are so far sighted or far fetched that I find myself grasping for that teeniest breath of air trying to understand what are they projecting. Mostly the hasle of doing so beats me up fast, I rather not get myself to understand then to just merely nod my head. Of course it doesnt mean I dont understand what they say, I do. But sometimes I guess, eg.Prash, his blogs are quite mature and very heavy with facts. But I guess, his sense of maturing is like that.

To me I cant find a word to describe myself. I do not want to limit myself to a few words. I am by no means a man of few words, so goes my character. At 19, although above the 18 bar, I still find myself with the face of a 17, the mind of a 16 and the maturity of a 15. I have no idea why I find myself in this position, but I dont see myself as peculiar. I see myself as unique. Now, acquaitance tells me that I act like a kid and I do things childishly and that I am a mommy's boy. By right, any boy should be bruised by those words. But I find it rather appaling and nothing for me to feel hurt by. If I do not act stupidly and childishly now, then when can I? In the near future I will be judged like an adult. Might as well enjoy the young age now and dont regret it. I rather think and act like a kid then carry the burden of an adult so young. The burden of bills and responsibilties and sense of doing something without mistakes are just not me, yet.I have had many people thinking I was 17 or 16. They always think I am young. At some point I get quite upset and annoyed because then I am never taken seriously. But of course, they all take a step backward when I open my mouth. Actually, being noticed as 17,16 or 15 has been nothing but a pleasure at 19. I am still passed as a kid, I get the bigger pie of money during festival times, I pay student price for most things(restaurants, theme parks, and entries to certain places). I get away with alot of things easier. For most of my friends and my elder sister and my cousins, its a no-no. None of them look that young I guess. Even my cousin who are younger then me.

So you see, the whole coming of age syndrome does not affect me least bit. I am not bothered by it because it does not bother me. Heck, I am happy because its making me feel more positive as I enjoy alot more of things and get away with many easily. I know at some point I have to step back, look at myslelf in the mirror and say " Diran, its time to change".

But for now, I think thats not necessary. I really dont give two flying fucks to anyone who tells me that I am childish or naive or innocent or some shallow minded person. The fact is, I rather be labelled that now, then later. And plus, I always believe it takes one to know another. My bloging partners and friends can go all night long or as the saying goes 'till the cows go home' about this thing. I belive my coming of age has yet to come, and unlike others:

I hope it comes later then sooner......

DEEPAVALI VARRTAKAL

2008-10-28T00:13:00.001-07:00

To all my Indian friends who are celebrating Diwali/Deepavalli across the globe

I would like to wish you and your family

HAPPY DEEPAVALLI

and

MAY THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS BRING YOU ALL THE JOY AND HAPPINESS

from

HARIZ DIRAN

SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI

2008-10-27T23:56:00.000-07:00

To all my Muslim friends across the globe

I would like to wish you and your family

SELAMAT HARI RAYA AIDILFITRI

DAN

MAAF ZAHIR DAN BATIN

from

HARIZ DIRAN

Ne Me Quitte Pas

2008-10-21T08:20:00.001-07:00

Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas
Il faut oublier
Tout peut s'oublier
Qui s'enfuit déjà
Oublier le temps
Des malentendus
Et le temps perdu
A savoir comment
Oublier ces heures
Qui tuaient parfois
A coups de pourquoi
Le coeur du bonheur

Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas

Moi je t'offrirai
Des perles de pluie
Venues de pays
Oÿ il ne pleut pas
Je creuserai la terre
Jusqu'après ma mort
Pour couvrir ton corps
D'or et de lumière
Je ferai un domaine
Oÿ l'amour sera roi
Oÿ l'amour sera loi
Oÿ tu seras reine

Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas
Je t'inventerai
Des mots insensés
Que tu comprendras
Je te parlerai
De ces amants-là
Qui ont vu deux fois
Leurs coeurs s'embraser
Je te raconterai
L'histoire de ce roi
Mort de n'avoir pas
Pu te rencontrer

Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas

On a vu souvent
Rejaillir le feu
De l'ancien volcan
Qu'on croyait trop vieux
Il est paraät-il
Des terres brulées
Donnant plus de blé
Qu'un meilleur avril
Et quand vient le soir
Pour qu'un ciel flamboie
Le rouge et le noir
Ne s'épousent-ils pas

Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas Ne me quitte pas

Ne me quitte pas
Je ne vais plus pleurer
Je ne vais plus parler
Je me cacherai là
A te regarder
Danser et sourire
Et à t'écouter
Chanter et puis rire
Laisse-moi devenir
L'ombre de ton ombre
L'ombre de ta main
L'ombre de ton chien

Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas
Ne me quitte pas

:: :: ::

Don't leave me

Don't leave me
We must forget
All we can forget all we did till now
Let's forget the cost of the breath
We've spent saying words unmeant
And the times we've lost hours that must destroy
Never knowing why everything must die at the heart of joy
Don't leave me don't leave me
Don't leave me don't leave me

I'll bring back to you the pearls of rain
From a distant domain where rain never fell
And though I grow old I'll keep mining the ground
To deck you around in gold and light
I'll build you a domain where love's everything
Where love is king and you are queen
Don't leave me don't leave me
Don't leave me don't leave me

Don't leave me
For you I'll invent
Words and what they meant only you will know
Tales of lovers who fell apart and then fell in love again
There's a story too that I can confide
Of that king who died from not meeting you
Don't leave me don't leave me
Don't leave me don't leave me

And often it's true that flames spill anew
From ancient volcano's we thought were too old
When all's said and done scorched fields of defeat
Could give us more wheat than the fine April sun
And when evening is nigh with flames overhead
The black and the red aren't they joined in the sky

Don't leave me don't leave me
Don't leave me don't leave me

Don't leave me
I will cry no more
I will talk no more hide myself
To look at you and see you dance and smile
And hear you sing and laugh
Let me be for you the shadow of your shadow
The shadow of your hand the shadow of your dog
Don't leave me don't leave me
Don't leave me don't leave me

One of the most beautiful songs ever written. I have never heard a song so enduring and so loving. The original singer if I am not mistaken is Jacques Brail or something. I didnt like the way he sang it. Its when Nina Simone sang it that gave me shivers running down my back. The emotions that she put it, the way she sang it, Dear Lord. I nearly teared. The 'penombere' part was really beautiful. An ode to gifted songs...

The Malaysian Political Oscars

2008-10-19T06:55:00.000-07:00

Our political situation is like something out of a movie-so here are the awards. The envelope please.

The Wide Angle Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences, headquarters for no particular reason in Skudai, presents this year's Malaysian Political Oscars.

The most widely watched televison event in Malaysia, the Poltical Oscar telecast reaches over 1 billion viewers, some who are dead, some of whom are 130 years okd, and most of whom are registered at the same address.

How does it work? Memebers of the academy (all Malaysian taxi drivers who depite being allegedly the worst in the world at driving taxis are remarkably good at political analysis) vote on these awards, and the results are tabulated by the auditors of some large accounting firm who would rather do this sort of thing tan real accounting work, which might explain the state of the economy.

Here are the nominees and winners.

Best Supporting Actor

It is a crowded field this year, with many stellars performances from both veterans and newcomers.

The nominees include private investigator, P. Balasubramaniam in Missing; Pusrawi's Dr. Mohd Osman in Rear Window; Zaid Ibrahim in Gone in Sixty Seconds; and Raja Petra Kamaruddin in An Inconvenient Truth.

But the Best Supporting Actor goes to Penang UMNO leader Ahmad Ismail for his controversial performance in Pride and Prejudice.

Despite his recent success, which led to him being cast in Under Seige and Raging Bull, Ahmad has flatly refused roles in the films Anger Management and Atonement.

Best Supproting Actress

For her critically-acclaimed performance in Minority Report, this year's Best Supporting Actress Oscar goes to Sinchew Daily reporter Tan Hoon Cheng.

Interestingly, immediately after that film completed principal photography, Tan was the unwitting start of Catch and Release,a film that may or may not have been directed by Syed Halmid Albar, depending on which version of the studio press kit you read.

Tan spent just 18 hours on location, before qutting, citing creative differences.

Best Cinematography

For his impectful camera work in V.K. Lingam vehicle The Conversation, the Oscar for Cinematography goes to Gwo Loh Burne.

(Although The Conversation was shot some time ago, due to his refusal to be credited for many months, Gwo Loh Burne could not be given the award earlier. When he finally came forward, this legal thriller was re-released in the market as The Bourne Identity).

The Conversation beat out Entrapment, starring Chua Soi Lek, which also features an anonymous cinematographer.

Best Foreign-Language Film

Agricultural Study Tour, a Taiwanese sleeper hit, was shot entirely by coincidence, supposedly with no director and no funding.

Nonetheless, a sequal, Exile on My Taiwanese Farm: Peeling my Taugeh might be filmed next year with some of the original cast.

Best Original Screenplay

Jumper, written by Anwar Ibrahim, wins this year's award. Although the fil suffers from cast of unknowns, whose number seems to fluctuate from scene to scene(though always at least 31), the scrpt is undeniably original and exciting. It also has the potential for numerous sequals, which will prove profitable for the actors.

Best Adapted Screenplay

Written by a team of in-house screenwritters from the Attorney-General's Studios, The Accused, staring Anwar Ibrahim, is allegedly adapted from instructions given by political superiors. A remake of the 1998 flop, but with many of the same actors and production team.

Best Actress

Seputeh Member of Parliament Teresa Kok was competing against herself this year with sterling performance in a slew of releases: Election; Women on Top; Supergirl; and in cinemas until last Friday, the black comedy Enemy of the State.

She wins the Best Actress Oscar, however, for her most famous role, Miss Congeniality, whihc has earned her praises from audiences and critics alike.

Best Actor

The big stars of yesteryear dominated the Best Actor category this year.

Nominees include S.Samy Vellu in Gone With The Wind; Dr.Mahathir Mohamad in V for Vendetta; and both Najib Tun Razak and Abdullah Ahmad Badawi in the comdey Trading Places.

The winner, however, of the Malaysian Political Oscar for Best Actor is Abdullah Ahmad Badawi for his flawless, nuanced, maasterful performance in Eyes Wide Shut.

Best Picture

The nominees for Best Picture in Malaysian Political Oscars are all gripping epics.

They include the moving story of the many members of Parti Sosialis Malaysia, The Magnificent Seven; Khairy Jamaluddin biopic Million Dolar Baby; the Hindraf saga, Out of Justice; and the tale of Gerakan in Barisan Nasional, The End of the Affair.

The winner for Best Picture, however, is the story of the MCA's struggle against the Internal Security Act, Look Who's Talking Now.

Lifetime Achievement Award

For his astonishing film career spanning many decades, and including both commercial
hits and small but critically-acclaimed art-house movies, Anwar Ibrahim wins the Lifetime Achievement Award.

His roles, in choronological order, include: Wild at Heart; The Young Guns; The Great Debater's; Sleeping With The Enemy; The Insider; The Sweet Smell of Success; Reversal of Fortune; Cast Away; The Accused; The Cell; Cry Freedom!; Into The Wild; Back to the Future; Mission: Impossible; The Perfect Storm; and most recently. Eastern Promises.

Depending on the outcome of contract negotiations, Anwar's next movies may include The King and I; Top Gun; and Great Expectations.

Alternatively, he may take roles in Crash; The Departed; and The Forgotten. That's the thing about show business-you never know what the big stars will do next!

That's al for this year's edition of the Malaysian Political Oscars folks. See you on the red carpet next year!

A Day in a Taxi in Penang

2008-10-14T08:28:00.001-07:00

Diran: I need to go to the Penang Jetty.

Taxi: Hanya RM15

Diran: Apa(What)??RM15??

Taxi: What to do brudda, semua(all) went up in price.

Diran: OK!

-taxi man knocks the car a few times(probably for luck so that I will reach there safely)and then gets in the car and slams the door-

Taxi: You coming from Butterwoth ah brudda? Wah, so far.

Diran: Yes. OK la.

Taxi: You come what for?

Diran: Got something la.

Taxi: Owh.

Diran: Uncle, are you ok?

Taxi: Ahh...

Diran: OK.

Taxi: Eh lu(your) place got Ah Mui to eat ah?

Diran. What??

Taxi: That wan la. To eat wan.

Diran: Oh, no. I dont know la

Taxi: Eh, you wan ah? I can give you chinese, malay, indian even Moscow but expensive loh.

Diran: Ah?? No thank you Uncle.

Taxi: Not expensive la. If Chinese $120, if Indian also same. Malay ah is $80. Moscow wan is esspensive, $250. For hour only. Very good wan. But old-old. Malay all nice wan. Moscow wan come holiday, so forawhile oni. There's why they charge esspensive. You wan ah?

Diran: No, uncle. Thanks. I dont do these things. You got ah Uncle.

Taxi: Aiyoh, so many times le. All the people there wa tau(I know). Me, Malay is best la. For you dont know la. But I can still show you there for fun la.

Diran: Nevermine la Uncle maybe next time. Alot of people go isit?

Taxi: Got la. Mostly all mat salleh ah. But alot Malaysians also la. This mat salleh come here they say they wan to taste the people here. So wa bring them loh. For them more esspensive la.

Diran: Oh, you got try ah Uncle?

Taxi: Banyak kali la(many times). If not, wa wont ask you mah. Yes?

Diran: No. I mean yes.

Taxi: Ah? Yes or no?Wan to go or not?

-reaches destination-

Diran: No, maybe next time Uncle. Thank you.

Taxi: Ha...

For this whole thing I nearly pissed in my pants. It was so fun talking to this old man like this but it was frightening too. If I were to agree, OH MY GOD. AIDS, HIV! All this went through my mind. No way.

Maybe next time Uncle...

H-Factor Youth Creative Workshop

2008-10-14T08:03:00.000-07:00

I think the picture says it all. I went for this workshop in the chic G Hotel in Penang last Sunday, 12 October 2008. It was a good thing I went. I saw the cute Hans Isaac(now now ladies, he says he is seeing someone currently,so..), the funny Harith Iskandar who entertained with all his funny jokes, Serena C and Pietro Felix(who is a Penang born) from Mix fm who heated up the place and of course the one and only Hannah Tan. The person, who without her none of this would have taken place. And we had David Lai, a very good mentalis cum magician who likes to show "something" to people, a dancer(dont know his name) and Remmy from the music group Innuendo.

So this people were all there to tell about their lives and how is it possible for the youths who wish to join the industry on what they can do. May I say it was one helluva healthy workshop that not only showed us the life's and tales of these people but also mainly not to get discouraged with our dreams and ambitions, whatever it may be. There are many ways to enter it, I do not wish to write it down here on the reason why I have no idea. It was an awesome day lah. The food they provided were finger food, it wasnt even good. I expected something good, but I guess with $3 bux it will do. There were alot of people there, I met some friends of mine there and made new friends.It was a good day. I am now much enlightened by the whole concept of the industry. I now know, what should I do and where should I go. Whethere I am interested in this line or not, is not something I wish to write here. I will leave it as a mystery. Sorry guys, somethings I guess are suppose to be left unsaid.

Meanwhile, I drove back to the Penang Jetty with a taxi. Watch out for the next blog for this story!

EmOtIoNs

2008-10-13T09:54:00.001-07:00

All my emotions right now well said.....

Recession...

2008-10-11T07:43:00.000-07:00

I think this next blog of mine would be the most serious of all. I am not sure whether I am that good to write about this, but I think we should express ourselves, right?

The current global economic credit crunch or in simple terms: recession, seems to be taking a toll in many countries. Singapore just officialy made a worlwide statement that they have just gone into recession. Thats sad. I mean, just think they are our neighbouring country and one the best in this region and they're the first to go in recession in our Asean region and in the world. Malaysian's Finance Minister keeps on saying Malaysia wont be affected by it at all. The whole world is suffering this problem except Malaysia. Sometimes I wonder whether my countrymen are just stupid or are really smart. Well, I just hope what they say is true. Or at least, even if it happens, it wont be that bad. The critics claim that this is the greatest single problem ever since the Great Depression of the 1930 and the 97' financial crisis. It will affect people's rice and pasta bowl around the world. I dont know. Mainly I think its because the worlds population has increased by ten folds from the last global problem. So whatever is there, its either not enough or just sufficeable.

When I think about it, I get so nervous and worried how my family's going to survive this whole event. What more those parents who have children studying overseas with them exchanging money and all. Share prices plunged and its getting worse bytheday. Food price went up, while food stocks are low with the global warming not helping very much.Everything seems to be at a total turmoil now. The only possible good thing that comes out from this is that the worlds petrol price has gone down to $78 a barrel from $136, last. This should help reduce some things. My friend who owns a furnishing shop(I think he might read this blog) seems very worried. Mainly because credit crunch would affect the purchase possibilities of his customers as most wouldnt pay by cash and credit my cost their(my friends shop) debts to go high. My mom who works for HSBC in the commercial banking sector just mentioned to me that HSBC Penang are slowly trying to reduce the loan giving to companies as they dont know how to economic stands now. And that if SME(small and medium entreprenuers) intends to take loan they would need to have high security to do the take up of the loan.

Plainly ridiculous I think. Its just impossible to have that now.

Anyways, there's a one month stall for loan lending starting halfway this month I suppose. I am not sure what to expect from this economic crisis. Is the world going to end? How are all the poor people going to survive? What about the middle class? Since people say when recession happens money has a lower value and it becomes worthless at some point. What then is going to happen to all this low income paid people? Its scary to note that recession is clouding in. All we can do is pray for the best. But I wonder what God thinks about this whole issue. Is it to say that worlds ending?Or is it to say man should stop being so greedy and just go back to the old times of lifestyle?

Son: You think theres recession?

Father: World is coming to an end.

Son: How much will we loose?

Father: What did the Quran say?

Son: World is coming to an end.

-continuation- CluBBing 27/9/08

2008-10-07T09:44:00.000-07:00

So I read my blog and I think I said I would blog about the clubbing scene right. Well, frankly, it was normal. I mean I am getting use to it you see. So I dont feel the excitement and shit and all anymore. Its kinda getting dull. Although, it was fun that day. It was at this place called Mois.

Well you can pronounce it as "M-U-A" or "M-O-I-S". Whichever please you. The only difference is whether you want to be an Ah Beng or French men. My friend got me free entrance(thank you!) and so free drinks, because he knew the people there. There was I think about 20 of us in all. We shared three bottles of Apple Baccardi. Now that was good. I liked it. It of course, by obvious meaning, tasted like apple. Hence, it was sweet. Then we all had a few sips, then started dancing. No one was getting high or doing anything naughty. The place was nice. They were crowded, but in a just nice way. The songs they played for the night was really good. It was remixed but not remixed until it sounded horrible or anything. It was ok. I heard theres a VIP room. But I guess reserved for the rich and snooty only. But that does not stop me from trying to enter there next time.

Boring.

It ended all in some panick moment because I though my ride was gone, as my friend actually when to repark his car due to many police rounds at that time. So I left at 2.30am. Barely smelling of liquer. I did stink of cigarattes though. But it was a fun experience in all. Nothing for me to scream about. But it will be something I will be doing soon...

-people from my college, no idea why the guy is holding a purse-

"Dia Ibu Ku"

2008-10-07T09:24:00.000-07:00

I just watched this movie yesterday called "Dia Ibu ku" on channel 119. May I say its just awesome. It was some old malay movie playing on the channel. You see I want to see how good malay movies were. So i just normally casually try and watch some. Whether its new or old. If its boring, NEXT. But this was just unstoppable, even when there was commercial. I am not sure if anyone watched it, but it was just so good. It was a 70-80's type of movie. I liked it so so so much. The drama, the story line, the characters line up, everything! OMG! I love it. The director is Yasin Salleh. Dont know whose that. God, I would love to meet him and convey my congrats to him. Such a remarkable movie. And the mother. I dont think they could have gotten a better actress. Although, I am not sure of her name except for the name Sarimah. Such a riverting actress. My god. When she cried at one part, wow. That was just such a moving scene. The movie was good. I am not sure if it will ever be showed again. I thank god for being able to watch that movie ever. I think it just scarred me on the concept of a superb actress. I hope I will be able to meet her someday.

MARVELLOUS!!!!

Can some directors make this movie as good again? Or make newer movies that are as good?....OR even better. I will await for the day.

Award for this movie are :
Best Film (Overall) ... 2nd Malaysia Film Festival, 1981
Best Heavy Drama Film ... 2nd Malaysia Film Festival, 1981
Best Actress (Sarimah) ... 2nd Malaysia Film Festival, 1981

"Sepi"

2008-10-05T08:49:00.000-07:00

I just finished waching 'Sepi' directed by Khabir Bhatia.

I actually expected a lame duck movie. Knowing that Malay movies never make it big. But I had to give this film the benefit of doubt because the director is Khabir Bhatia. The renowed director of the movie "Cinta" and the current show "Frontpage". "Frontpage" is a series of drama involving the lives of five journalists.

Lets talk about "Sepi" today.

It was beautifully woven. I think I was nearly moved. But I didnt. So the movie isnt that great. But thumbs up have to be given to the camera crew. Lighting, sound system and casting was good. Although, I think Mr.Bhatia you shouldnt have taken Vanida as your actress. Thats the only complain. She seems...plain. The rest of the cast I could see their character grow. Each had a tale to tell. Each was painfully growing. But hers is so...dull. Her character and herself. Through the trailer of this movie I thought she could act. Apparently she was the spoiler. The Khalil's girlfriend looked like she was wearing a wig the whole time. Mr.Bhatia I think she was good, especially when she was reading the poetry in the library. But you should have kept that part at pin drop silence. Everything just still.

The performance of Tony's lover in the movie both his wife and the one after is amazing. My GOD! When she nearly died and when she was acting in the past reflection scene she was just beaming through the camera. Theres a sort of pull that I can feel from her. You should hire her more for your movies, Sir. Then his lover, I liked the part when she cried. Wow. That was the part that caught my breath.

Sir, you are a very good director. But I think on your next movie you need to relax abit on your camera angles. I am not going to deny you are a fabulous director but you need to reduce the so many beautiful shots you take. Its getting abit dull. It was funny I was watching "Sepi" at 9pm on channel 952 and on channel 103 they were showing "Cinta" and at 9.45pm they were showing "Frontpage" at channel 107. All your movies at one time. Anyways,Mr.Bahtia, I think you really need to be abit more dramatic with your cast. Tell them to talk abit more louder. Put their thoughts and emotions in. Some of them seem blur while they are acting.You also need to reduce the many songs you put in. Its to much song. Very beautiful songs, although. But its too much. we dont want a musical. We want a moving and touching one.Put songs, but not at every ohter noock and connor.

I suggest you next make a movie without so many main characters. Try with just two. Play around with it. Get a good script and a good cast. Try making a love movie but with lots of ups and downs and suspends thats kills. I suggest you hire people like Ida Nerina or Umie Aida as your heroin. Or you can take that wife of Tony in "Sepi". She seems like an untounched jewel. As for your hero, I hope you would find someone new. Who has talent and looks. And when I mean talent, please train the person well. Let there be blood, tear, sweat, joy, rain, laughter, death, friendship and mainly drama all in this one movie. I believe(and this is sincere) if ever one were to make a movie such as this and make it successfull, it can be you Sir.

For "Sepi" I wouldnt say its good, but its better then the normal Malay movies.Congratulations.

Contact me if possible on further critiques on movies. Thank you.

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!!!!

2008-09-27T22:07:00.000-07:00

This song is for ME on my birthday, yesterday. This song is sung by my idol and im proud to have its lyrics here. Go and hear it! Oh bytheway "I was in da club, sippin on some buds"....12am on my birthday in a club!!!

Go shorty, it's Beyonce,
We gon' party like, it's ya birthday,
We gettin' naughty like, it's ya birthday
So put ya drink up in the air if you feel sexy!

I'm the with the hot ish, manolo blahnik,
Jimmy choo kicks, killin' it, who you with?
Me & my girls at the party with the diamond zinati's
I'm that classy mami with the Marilyn Monroe body.
I'm that fly chick 5*6 Marc Jacob mini
Ghetto fabolous, glamourous, its effortless
Make up light, we with my pastel luis
Designer scarf, work of art, rockin' vintage Gucci

You can find me in the club, sippin' on some buds,
Daddy I got what you need you's a sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, sexy little thug.

You can find me in the club, sippin' on some buds,
Daddy I got what you need you's a sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, sexy little thug.

My nails my hair my diamond rings,
Shining with all my fancy things,
My crib my car my clothes my jewels,
Why you mad? Cause I came up and I ain't changed.

I'm that girl wearing chanel pearls,
Chandeliers in my ears from Bailey Bank and Biddle
Ya feelin my style, ya feelin my flow
Hair sheek, smells sweet, like flow to flow?
I'm the lady sipping baileys while I strut like a model
If the ladies wanna hate me I jus send them a bottle
I kno I got it but don't flaunt it even though brothas want it,
Dancin' dirrty while I'm flirtin, 'cause he' checkin' up on me.

You can find me in the club, sippin' on some buds,
Daddy I got what you need you's a sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, sexy little thug.

You can find me in the club, sippin' on some buds,
Daddy I got what you need you's a sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, sexy little thug.

My nails my hair my diamond rings,
Shining with all my fancy things,
My crib my car my clothes my jewels,
Why you mad? Cause I came up and I ain't changed, ohhh

ohhh, ohhh ohhh, ohhh!
ohhh, ohhh ohhh, ohhh.
ohhh, ohhh ohhh, ohhh!
ohhh, ohhhoooooooooooooooooooooowww!! (into hook)

You can find me in the club, sippin' on some buds,
Daddy I got what you need you's a sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, sexy little thug.

You can find me in the club, sippin' on some buds,
Daddy I got what you need you's a sexy little thug,
Don't wanna be your girl I ain't lookin for no love,
So come give me a hug, sexy little thug.

AMERICA: IN THE QUEEN WE TRUST

2008-09-22T08:15:00.000-07:00

To the citizens of the United States of America from Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II:

In light of your failure in recent years to nominate competent candidates for President of the USA and thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective immediately. (You should look up 'revocation' in the Oxford English Dictionary.)

Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical duties over all states, commonwealths, and territories (except Kansas, which she does not fancy).

Your new Prime Minister, Gordon Brown, will appoint a Governor for America without the need for further elections. Congress and the Senate will be disbanded. A questionnaire may be circulated next year to determine whether any of you noticed.

To aid in the transition to a British Crown dependency, the following rules are introduced with immediate effect:

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1. The letter 'U' will be reinstated in words such as 'colour,' 'favour,' 'labour' and 'neighbour.' Likewise, you will learn to spell 'doughnut' without skipping half the letters, and the suffix '-ize' will be replaced by the suffix '-ise.' Generally, you will be expected to raise your vocabulary to acceptable levels. (look up 'vocabulary').
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2. Using the same twenty-seven words interspersed with filler noises such as ''like' and 'you know' is an unacceptable and inefficient form of communication. There is no such thing as U.S. English. We will let Microsoft know on your behalf. The Microsoft spell-checker will be adjusted to take into account the reinstated letter 'u'' and the elimination of '-ize.'
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3. July 4th will no longer be celebrated as a holiday.
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4. You will learn to resolve personal issues without using guns, lawyers, or therapists. The fact that you need so many lawyers and therapists shows that you're not quite ready to be independent. Guns should only be used for shooting grouse. If you can't sort things out without suing someone or speaking to a therapist,then you're not ready to shoot grouse.
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5. Therefore, you will no longer be allowed to own or carry anything more dangerous than a vegetable peeler. Although a permit will be required if you wish to carry a vegetable peeler in public.
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6. All intersections will be replaced with roundabouts, and you will start driving on the left side with immediate effect. At the same time, you will go metric with immediate effect and without the benefit of conversion tables. Both roundabouts and metrication will help you understand the British sense of humour.
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7. The former USA will adopt UK prices on petrol (which you have been calling gasoline) of roughly $10/US gallon. Get used to it.
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8. You will learn to make real chips. Those things you call French fries are not real chips, and those things you insist on calling potato chips are properly called crisps. Real chips are thick cut, fried in animal fat, and dressed not with catsup but with vinegar.
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9. The cold, tasteless stuff you insist on calling beer is not actually beer at all. Henceforth, only proper British Bitter will be referred to as beer, and European brews of known and accepted provenance will be referred to as Lager. South African beer is also acceptable, as they are pound for pound the greatest sporting nation on earth and it can only be due to the beer. They are also part of the British Commonwealth - see what it did for them. American brands will be referred to as Near-Frozen Gnat's Urine, so that all can be sold without risk of further confusion.
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10. Hollywood will be required occasionally to cast English actors as good guys. Hollywood will also be required to cast English actors to play English characters. Watching Andie Macdowell attempt English dialogue in Four Weddings and a Funeral was an experience akin to having one's ears removed with a cheese grater.
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11. You will cease playing American football. There is only one kind of proper football; you call it soccer. Those of you brave enough will, in time, be allowed to play rugby (which has some similarities to American football, but does not involve stopping for a rest every twenty seconds or wearing full kevlar body armour like a bunch of nancies).
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12. Further, you will stop playing baseball. It is not reasonable to host an event called the World Series for a game which is not played outside of America. Since only 2.1% of you are aware there is a world beyond your borders, your error is understandable. You will learn cricket, and we will let you face the South Africans first to take the sting out of their deliveries.
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13. You must tell us who killed JFK. It's been driving us mad.
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14. An internal revenue agent (i.e. tax collector) from Her Majesty's Government will be with you shortly to ensure the acquisition of all monies due (backdated to 1776).
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15. Daily Tea Time begins promptly at 4 p.m. with proper cups, with saucers, and never mugs, with high quality biscuits (cookies) and cakes; plus strawberries (with cream) when in season.

God Save the Queen!

8TV rockXXX!!!!!!!!!

2008-09-21T08:44:00.000-07:00

I just finished watching 8TV's 'Dare 2 Dream' programme. It is about Malaysian people who have pursued their dreams and are being succesfull at it. I am not sure how long this programme have been going on but it was certainly good. Todays show was about an interior designer name Christopher Ong whos currently residing in NY, yes people, New York and working there. May I say that this show was excellent? I have no idea who are the people who were doing the interview, camera man, lighting man and editing man. It was AWESOME. I have never come across a Malaysian programme being done locally, in a sense, at an exceptionaly good point. I mean everything was perfect. From the ambience, to how they edit the dialog, the following him around doing his daily work part, interviewing his family and friends. I tell you, this show rocked. It gets a little bored at some point of time watching only all White man making shows about how successful they are all the time. And Malaysian people always think that we never can become famous. I mean the show explored zones that I never thought was possible for a local production. I am not sure who gave the idea to do this programme, but that person certainly deserves some sort of reward. I mean it was educational, inspiring, motivational and most certainly bold. Getting someone to say that while residing in NY, his heart and mind still belongs to Malaysia is something that nearly got me emotional. Its not everyday you hear that. And that dude wants a chance to make it big in Malaysia, to show what he has. I think he can do it. I hope some smart Malaysian tourism-involved company would give him a job that would allow him to show his talent here. It was nice to hear how he incorporated Malay, Chinese and African motiffs in his design. I mean generally one would have the stupid notion that one would only use motiffs of his own people. Apparently his far too brilliant then that. I love this sentence he said. It struck me.

"No matter how far you go, you will always go back to your roots". Beautifully said.

This show was terrific! I would love to see more. I hope the show takes leaps and bounds to make it excellent. Just dont stick with one genre. Go far, think far. Ask any questions, dont be similar all the way or you will then slowly become redundant. Dont choose by race, choose by merits and excellence. Choose Malaysians!

Just before I was watching this show, I noticed 8 TV was playing some 'Adam show thing'. I think 8 TV should be given some award la. They are helping the local media to have air time. Its really good to watch. And they're shows show how Malaysians are. Its good. Its show reality in the sense of how we speak and how life is in Malaysia. Not fake presentation, by the sense of language and clothing. Not like the national channels. They bore people to death. Always perfect bahasa, always baju kurung, always the same facial expression whether sad or happy, and always have moral stories. Nobody wants to watch stories with un related moral stories every other show. We do know whats reality you know.

8Tv has so many good Malaysian series not Malay series. Although, can i put forward some suggestions? Thanks:

1) Plese try and put in more Malaysians in the story, as in not just of one race. Put Malaysians in. More Sabahans and Sarawakians, Chinese, Indian, Chindian, Nyonya's, Cinabhai and Indian Muslims. This what makes us Malaysian.

2) I think you should spend more on the show so it has quality. Not that it doesnt but watch Zee Tv on 108 or those Indon series. See how the deco is, their clothes, their style. Thats what catches peoples interest. Promote batik, kebaya, Malaysian style cheongsam, sarees and those indigenous motiffed clothing. Get local designers to borrow their clothes. They would be more then happy as you are doing them a favour by publicising it for them and n a way promoting Malaysians style of clothes.

3)Have better publicity. Publicise more. So that people will know your show and you will gain more viewers.

4)Have better story line. Seriously, your stories are good. As 8 TV is willing to take these shows and play it. But go throught the whole production. Make it more dramatic. Come on, when we watch drama's and series we just dont want to watch something light. For that we have comedy series. You have to increase your drama. Scream more, have people dying, friendship breaking, love problem, in-laws problem, family problem, sibling fights, rape, murder, lots of crying, lost of sadness and loss. One thing I notice that lacks in Malaysian dramas and series is lack of passion when they act. There are so many talents out there that can be tapped. How come when this actors and actress acts bad, the directors dont say anything. Cant they easily say "we are taking you off the show if you dont commit and put yourself in it"? How hard can that be? Look at the talents the American people produce. You can really see the passion. OK lets not go so far as to Hollywood, look at the Asian people. The Chinese , Indian, Indonesian, Thailand, Japanese and Korean actors and actress. They're labour cost is dirt cheap especially India and China, yet they're performance is good. How come you cant get the locals to be the same?

5) Get your talents from the theatre! You need dramatic actors and actress who can play a character or role. Viewers want a show where its worth watching. Not a show that will put them to sleep. Get them to talk loud. Not talk like church mouses. Get them to be DRAMATIC!!!!

6) Get your jokes to be funny. Get your story line connected. Heck, get your conversation with anothers connected. Most of it, you cant seem to connect the question and answers together. Get your script writting done well. Get professors/academicians or someone who is good to do it.

7)The directors, producer. No, the whole production crew should just one day just sit down and watch channel 108, Zee Tv and watch Star World, 711. Just watch all the shows and learn the lighting, sound system, the drama involved, the emotion involved, how the camera is angled. Get ideas from there! Get inspired!

8) Ok this one is huge. Since, they are more shows coming up. I think we should have our own Emmy Awards or something. You know, giving awards to local series. Dont just put all in the Anugerah Filem thing. Have this. Have Malaysian style Emmy's. Atleast this will spur the local industry to be more competitive and be more succefull. Since they are alot of shows and I think more are coming up, I think this point should be really considered.

I think recently, more and more local private Malaysian TV houses are showing more Malaysian production shows then overseas, especially from Indonesia and this is good as this will increase the realisation about local shows.

Thus, I wish the TV houses to showcase more local productions. By Malaysians for Malaysians. Make us proud. Not put us to sleep. We know you can do it. Just put your brains together and you can do it. I can help to go furher in details of this if you would try and contact me.

DO WELL!!!

Managers of a diva generation

2008-09-17T21:17:00.000-07:00

Oh I love this title! Its from the local Star Publication on Wednesday 17 September 2008. This article caught me by its title. And as soon as I read it, I got hooked on it. There is also another write up, in MSN career.com today, on this similar topic. Both of this article are loosely based on the fact that parents in this century are hovering over their children even after graduation period.

Now reading all of this made me wonder and ponder on the truth and false of it all. In the past genereation, the likelyhood of any children entering a university is so so scarce. What more a college? Most university graduates at that era, of course, by and large turns into some nobel person. Famous artist, scientist, historian and the list goes on. Those day, the academicians were choosen to enter mainly because of blood ties and the rest which are countable, by their brains and they are always poor. No disabled. Middle class did not exist back then. It was either rich and you continue being rich, or poor and you continue being poor. Of course some lauretes to take as an example are Elbert Einstein and Sir Isaac Newton. Now I wouldnt say they entered the university as soon as they reached puberty or that they were of royal families. I have no idea on the history and background chapter of these famous people. But on the basics, we all know, that sooner or later they did enter the university. Now, this past that i reffered to was the in the 10th-19th century. Slowly, in the 20th century, application to universities grew. An it grew at such an alarming rate. New blocks were to be built. New hostel, food outlets, laundry room and etc. New teachers, new courses, more books, more tables and chairs and so forth. Back then, most family were still having the post-world war affect(depending where you come from). Food, water and shelter was scarce. People were maturing at the age of age between 12-13, earlier then now. Here, when I talk about maturity it does not only include the physical aspects but also mentally. Most boys follow the footsteps of their fathers becoming brave hearts and daughters becoming housewives looking after their youngs, just like their mother. Although others became teachers and nurses and doctors, most was self learned. Most was done due to force. In the Europe, UK and America, basic education was not only a struggle for women but it was also something to fight for by the man. When people entered university, parents were always on the impression that it was not good, as this young children could use their young energy to generate more income by working in minefields or for the country( basically man) and marry and have lots of children, feed and nurse them( basically women). Ironic, isnt it? Now they condenm the Asians.

Back then entering to an education field is not something parents look forward too. However, when you are in, they expect the best and since they have had no previous experience in dealing with all of these issues, they leave it to their children to decide. Title of careers started back then. Thats why now only people can choose and decide what to become and etc. Everything was the pioneer then. And then it was experience later on.

Back to the future, this few articles talk about how children are so dependent on their parents on everything that they cant do anything on their own. Children needs them to think for them even after university from job application, to leave permission, mc's and even asking the HR manager about the salary and job involvement.I am far too lazy to quote any of the sentence from the article. So dont think about it. Its sore to note that these writers think that kids these days are so unreliable. Although, I have to agree part of it. But if I were to speak from my own experiences, I did not have my parents doing any talking for me. I basically did everyting. Almost all my friends who have gradauated and worked are very independent and reliable and are good decison makers. I am not sure on what unsurreal evidence are these writters using as their source for the article, but I have to disagree.

What is so wrong if parents feel they have to play a greater role in their childrens education? In their childrens graduation course? In their childrens working life? Over time, experience will make them tougher and smarter. You cant expect kids to just jump the wire without getting hurt. And all these parents wants to do is cushion the pain, or if possible tear down the wire so that they go through nothing. With such complicated documents to fill, time shortage and everything to be done in an instant, its hard for kids/teens/graduates to jugle and play master to all of it. Of course, mom and dad also has to know when to draw the line. But here, the articles are mainly accusing parents of being similar to 'helicopters', constantly hovering over their childrens life. Additionally, they also claim that the mobile phone has been termed "the worlds longest umbilical cord".

Frankly, I think the article is one that can be heavily criticised in the terms of higlighting the issue and yet putting it out as if families should not be together. Dont mistake me as misunderstanding on the whole issue. I know what the writters are trying to say and who are they are trying to reach out too. But they, I belive, do not have their perspectives right. I doubt that these writters themselves have not done what they have wrote. I can not imagine what kind of parents would they then be? When 3/4 or more of the parental percentage around the world is doing this 'helicopter-ing', it could probably be them who are in the balance 1/4 of the portion who are not dong anything. And in the eyes of 'helicoptre' parents and 'diva' childrens, their approach towards a childs up bringing would be totally frowned upon. Actually, I can already immagine how uncontrolled and badly behave their children are. They will definitely be, since they seem to be on the notion that parents shouldnt be helping thier children make decisions.

Majority families come from the middle class or lower class(and all the in betweens), hence they would not only want to see their children succesful but also that they do not fall down. Of course, this writters surely must come from some rich upper class families to actually even say these things. Most families cant afford having their children making mistakes as the parents work night and day, 2 or 3 shifts to ensure that their children have all and enough guidance through books and tuitions. So, what is wrong if they continue helping a little bit more?

Generally speaking, I think these writters are writting on the facts and figures in Western countries. Its relateable to the Asian nations, but we hardly make noise on it. Independece and freedom of speech in Asian countries are hardy heard off, until lately. But of course, even so, we still thread on thin ice. We dont make noise of it, not just because we are accustomed to it but also because we are not allowed to have a say. From the day we were born, clothes we wear, things we do, words to use, where to go, what to study, whom to marry, whom to please, how many children to have and etc. All of this has been the way of life here. However, it is changing. But still on thin ice. Eventhough having our parents do everything, we never find ourselves diva-ish. We dont cry everytime we fall, we dont whimper everytime we fail, we dont scream everytime we bleed. We do nothing. We are as strong as our fore fathers. We are as stubborn yet humble as our parents. How come Asians never face this problem? How come we can have our parents to do everything for us (even telling us what to do and expect on the first night), yet at the end of they day hold a managerial post, drive a BMW and have a lovely family with two houses across the globe? How come the Whites(if I may say that) are so fragile, that a little help, kills them. A little love, bounds them. A little motivation, smashes them.

It is sad to wonder how these people are then going to live their lives. We are the Gen IT. Not X or Y. We dont belive in delay-dalying work. We dont belive in sucking up to our seniors for extra salary, sleep with the bossess to earn a higher post. We earn them because we deserve them. Just because this old farts can no longer squeeze womens butt as they like or tell them to be bedded first before they receive their new higher position, maybe thats why they complaint that these generation are diva's and cant make any decisons. Everytime we cry on this is because we have laws! Man seniors can no longer push around the smaller ones or bash them up because they feel like it, is that why they complained? Talk about self-fish. So parents butt in. So that their children wont be pushed over. So that their children wont mix with the wrong crowd.

Even so, if the kids just continue to allow their parents to hover over them, I strictly belive that there will come a time that their children will feel overly pressured and will tell their parents to "back off".

These writter I belive wrote this with having their best intention at heart. But if anything, they should have also written from the prospective of a parent and a child.

Not just to have a sell-out article.

And they are talking about coming from the generation of being able to make good decisions!Pfft...

Such DIVA'S!

Are you saying I am Gay?.....So what if I am?

2008-09-15T20:35:00.000-07:00

*Just finished lunch break, hovering in the college*

Friend: You're cute and funny and such a drama you pull!(excited laugh)
Diran: Oh thanks!*shy*
Foe: Hence, I think you're gay.
Friend/Diran: What???
Foe: Yeah, I think you're gay because of the above. Why must you laugh too much? Get excited over things that are not interesting? You're such a drama queen!
Friend: Don't be ridiculous. He is not! Diran *putting her hand on my hand to calm me down*, even if you are, I am ok with it.*assuring smile*
Diran: Thanks, but I am not. *Then turn and looks at Foe* You're jugding me that I am gay just because of what I do? How I laugh? Don't you think for a budding lawyer, you are a bit over the top on this?
Foe: Why cant you admit it and let us all get over with it? We are ok with whatever are your sexual preference. I think Fairuz* is cute!
Diran: He may be. I am not bothered. Wait, wait, wait. Why should I admit something I am not to all of you just so that you can get on with life? *gritting my teeth* Dont you think you're being pejudiced and self-fish?
Foe: Thats the style of the new world, babeh! Plus, if its for my benefit, what have I got to loose?
Diran: Me being gay, benefits you? How so?
Foe: Well, firstly, I can have a new best friend, because gay guys are so sensitive and they know womens heart so well. Men are such jerks and boring cows. Well cows are boring. But anyways, secondly, we can talk fashion all day long and you wont get bored! Thirdly...*drifitng away*
Friend: Yup!Agreed!*quips*
Diran: *Turn and look at Friend in astonishment* You agree with her? And here i thought you are on my side? Damned friends I have. Listen, I am not gay. Why are you so bothered whether if I am gay? My life does nto revolve around you. It does not affect you. And my sexuality preference are on girls, thank you very much.
Foe: Now, you listen here young man! I believe you are gay and I would love to leave it at that!
Diran: Well, sorry to you bitch! I am not allowing that. People are so discriminative. The world is fighting about races, heck, they cant even have justice based on gender which only has two party's and there they are thinking about which race is better. Stupid! How can you say I am gay, when your hair is as short as my neighbours army son? How can you say I am gay when you where pants and working top? How can you say I am gay when you walk as if you are going to fight with someone? How can you say I am gay when you go on and on about how beautiful Syireen* is?
Foe: Woah there boy! Back off will yah? I am not gay and I know that! I like my hair kept short, its easier to maintain. I like to wear pants and top, its easier to work in and in a law working area, its only right. I walk like that since young, ok? She is beautiful la, I am appreciating God's gift. Nowadays, guys where pink clothes, they're closer/best friends are becoming girls, they walk and talk like girls and they tell that this guy or that guy is cute. And they are being sensitve, they cry when they read poems and tear when they watch sad movies. Sun must not touch their skin, clothes must be branded and expensive. They know all the cosmetique brands. Must always look good. Yada, yada, yada.
Diran: Some of your answers sounds dumb. But yet it sounds right. You know why? Because thats what you think. Thats what you want to think. I dont know which coconut shell you are under, I think you have not seen the world at large.
1) Pink is the new blue. And that was what? In 2003?
2) Is it wrong to have girls to be their best-er friends? Not all guys want to talk again and again about footballs, how talkative or how hot this and that(not hot at all) girls are, who they want to bang and drink beer all day long. Man too one too have intellectual conversation, rather then having rubbish or repetitive conversation. Man find women more conversation-able to talk to then to male counterparts. Whats wrong if they talk to women abit like them? Women dont like men swearing infront of their faces, so do you want men talking like that? Then fine, fuck you bitch! Why cant we shed a tear on a good sad movie? Men must not appreciate the finer things in life? Why cant we feel connected to a peom read? Sun? HELLO! Do you know whats global warming or not? Have you read the latest statistics on death by skin cancer? What are you laughing about? Not everyone desires to die and suffer with skin cancer like you ok! We all think life is much more wonderful then that! So we apprecite good health habits. So we think clean shaven is better looking then street bum. So we think branded and classiness shows a certain success, builts confidence and at the end of the day, attracts the opposite side. All these are wrong? All these make us gay? Seriously la bitch, I dont think you would be a successful lawyer like this. You dont have a solid argument, you're just going around being prejudiced and you are saying people are gay just because of the above. Equally, I also want to say you are gay. You're not as feminine women should be. You should be cooking then studying. You should be keeping your mouth shut when men speaks. You should look down and show your courtseys and when you see people. You shouldnt smoke in public, or rather at all. You shouldnt be talking to man. You shouldnt be saying another girl looks nice in 'that skirt'. You shouldnt say "I wish had Rihanna's hair". You shouldnt have all those things! But have you not said and done all of it? Yes you have? So shouldnt you be gay too?
Friend: People, chill already. *hands in the air*
Diran/Foe: Shut up!
Friend: *Bewildered*
Foe: Easily said then proven. Just because you can go on crapping all day long about what defines gay and what does not, it will not change my perception of you. You are gay. Period.
Diran: *all red in anger* True. Come to think of it, I dont care what you think of me. I can fuck you here, now itself, and make you scream in pleasure just to proove to you that I am not gay. But frankly, I dont care what you think of me. In few years down the road I wont even remember you. And I am living my life the way I see fit. If I act like a gay man, and wear gay clothes and have gay and girl friends, I think thats entirely up to me and my senses. It has nothing whatsoever to you. You will anyways, remain a two faced stupid irratating ugly bitch. I swear the day you were born! Have a great day.
Foe: FINE!
Diran: *does a 180 and leaves*
Friend: C'mon Diran, dont be upset. Its not like you lost anything.
Diran: I am not upset. In fact, I won everything. Going to the loo, wanna come?\
Friend: Sure.
Foe: I am going. But without you.
Diran: Whatever.

*15 minutes later, an ambulance and a police car is waiting down at the entrance)

Karti........So long.......

2008-09-12T07:23:00.000-07:00

My friend is leaving me to further his education. Its in Manipal India. Yes, to be a Doctor. Sad, is an understatement now. My emotions are all mixed now. I am sad for him leaving and me being best friend-less but I am also equally happy for him as he is pursuing his ambiton, his dream. I am sure this happens to everyone at least once. I will definietly miss him. Thrice a week I and him will hang out at our favourite spot, a McD near our place. We would car pool. Hence, he would fetch me once and I do the next and it goes on and on for the past 3-4 months. We also jogged everyday without fail at a park near our place. We would talk and talk and bitch and bitch until the sun sets. Before 'lepak-ing' a local Malaysian term for hanging out, we would catch a movie in a mall near our place. So after the movies are over, we would hang out McD until about 2am, max. It was so fun. We would jog and go back home. 3 hours later we will meet up for a movie, then McD. Surprising thing is we never got bored and we have all kinds of things to talk about. From girls to boys, home to food, mom to cousins, school to transport, politics to weather, life to end.

It was beautiful.

Initially there was three of us in May, but the other one was with us for like 2 weeks only I think. He had to enter the local uni by then. Its in UM. For medicine too. I wasnt so much as upset with that guy then this. He was the one I shared my all. Dont have dirty thoughts ok! But yeah, I told him everything. My every tear and joy was with him. He knows all. Like wise here too. Its going to be so empty now. He has been my friend since form 1. You know how we met each other? It was in our school bus. Me and my another friend was talking about something and he overheard us and we started talking after that. Soon his friends became ours and ours became his. We were also having our classes next to each other. Boy, couldnt we wait for classes to end. We would run to the balcony and start talking, fighting, gossipig, you name it. There were so many atimes when we would run to each other in classes carrying broomsticks trying to wack each other. But our ego never came between us. He has a mighty ego, mind you. And so do I. But the thing is, it never came between us. Never. And thats the best part. Soon we became such good friends. We shared everything. Same clubs, same sports and later on if I am not mistaken same uniforms. We became prefects toghether. Drama, public speaking, story tellling(boy was that some story competition!) and Bahasa Melayu debate. Same school bus up till form 3 and then he had to change to another. We were so alike. Our date of births matched. Our lucky numbers, our likes and dislikes. Good Lord! We were so similar. Theres always been four us. People use to call us many names. We were such hero's in schools. Everyone knew who we were. Anything we touch, would be gold(literally). No teacher did not know our names by hard, no students did not know us, senior or junior. Even other school students knew us. We were in the same tuition and all four us would hog the up most front seats. Every other table had 5-6 people sitting in it, but ours had only the four of us and we allowed no one to come and take our spot. There was a few times, not many, but few when some other students would sit there, new or old, by accidently or on purpose and when we come into the class we would give them this one look that none of them would want to mess with us and they would automatically get up. We were taunted, cursed and were bitched at. But likewise, we did the same. And eye for an eye they say. And whenever its us, we make it a huger then huge event. When we want to bring someone down, all four of us will set our minds toghether and we would bring that person down until he/she whimpers. Trust me, we did. We were superb. Damn I miss my school life.

Why does it take a minute to say hello , but it takes forever to say goodbye?

Of course over time, emotions built up, hormones raged and things took a toll. Lets not go into details, but some of us fought and didnt talk but of course we got back to each other as usual. Charmed One's, they called us that. After the famous tv series. Thing is, we allways wanted it to be four but it always came out in threes. Always. We were never sure why, till these day, we are not sure on the whole physics of it. But it has always been like that. Just like the Charmed One's, theres four girls but only three has the role. And I guess its in that spirit, that the charm is taking care of us. At this point, I dont care what people think about me and my friends. What we are is what we are. I would never change it for the world. We were, are and always will be the best four friends the world has ever seen. The dictionary has our picture in it to define the word 'best friends'. I know that no distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendshp that all of us had. Boy, writting this has brought in memories I have shelved behind my mind for years. For years, all of us were fearing this day. Where all of us would leave and be away. Of course you may say with all the techno possibilities in the world, theres isnt such thing as separation. Well, we prefer the physical touch of each other. The whole live action. We are of course no sex figures, or something out of Sex and the City of whatever. But we are the queesential best friend.

Once he goes, I have no one here to go out everyday with. I have no one. I am back to square one. Probably at the age of 4? I will now need to venture into the deep dark blue sea, with all its sharkes and whales and dolphins, just to find new friends. Or maybe even just friend. For now I believe I may not be able to find someone like any of them, to put the trust and faith I put into them. But if God given, I might. I am not sure if I am dependen on friends. I am still self identifying myself. What a perfect moment. When my degree starts, and my friends goes and with family issues. This is my biggest challenge yet in life. To sort all of this and make it succeed. Thing is, I may not one it to be in order, but we'll leave this topic for a latter day.

I cant belive writting all this is actually swelling up my eyes. I may be dramatic but I dont really cry for fun. I guess people have their moments. Its not like his going forever. But stil where is the good in goodbye? He will be back every 6 months though. But you know how it is, people change. We mature, move on, etcetra etcetra. For this, I too have too move on and like I said, venture into newer seas. Well I dont think I can write anymore for todays topic. Here is where I intend to end it.

~Karti, you will always be in my mind~

this is an ode to you my best friend.

"Bye Bye-Mariah Carey"

Fasting and Me

2008-09-10T02:17:00.000-07:00

Its the fasting month of the Ramadhan. Now should I go 'Woohoo!' or "Dear God, here we go again"? Did I just commit blesphemy? Damn!

So the good news is, I have been succesfully (touch wood!) fasting for the past nine days. The bad news is, I cant wait for it to end. Hey do you know there are many benefits to fasting. Now the Islamic reasons of fasting are that:
a) It increase your discipline in controlling or craving for something that you want to eat.
b) It makes you understand the suffering of the under privilaged people.
c) It makes you closer to God as you think more of him and perform more prayers to obtain his blessings.
d) It increases your stamina while doing your daily chores with no food or drink involved, hence making you more innovative.
e) Ooh, and of course the fact that you will loose weight!

Now thats the whole goody sides of fasting. But I've also found out that there are also the naughty benefits. It

a) increases your stamina in bed after a full one month break. Your wife or partner better be ready to fill in some big shoes.(wink!)
b) increases your libido by leaps and bounds. As you know, Muslims cant do anything naughty,yes even ejaculating, while in the fasting month. I mean we can, but theres some procedures to follow.
c) does also, you become more horny but I guess it is in a good sense as in you can pry for your mate but not touch her/him, for some time that is. It helps knowing how to control.
d) You ejaculate more making everyone wetter and well, wetter.

Although, this is not meant to be a raunchy entry but I just wanted to type all this here. This is in order that I dont forget my reasons to fast. This whole fasting thing wil last a month then a week of celebration visiting enemies and actually mouthing forgiveness to them(damn right I will!), friends, relatives and paying visits to the grave. Fasting is basically a way to delete sins and add blessings. Short and simple. Lets not get complicated.

Surprisingly, I havent felt like skipping my fasting days so far. Last year I did a whole 31. Shocked? I know. But this year I have scheduled one day or two, for not fasting. Can't tell you the dates now can I? Sin? What's sin? *smilling*

Gosh, I havent started the whole Malaysian culture of gobling all the food in the world down my throat yet. Oh yeah, I think I failed to mention, my Dads a big eater and he assumes the whole family is and the would-be generations is. I may be big in size, but my helpings are alwyas small, of course exceptions to certain food. Anyways, I havent hit the locar 'pasar malam' so far, Malaysian style Food Bazaar for some local treats and delicacies. I even dont know why my Dad has reduced his food intake into more then half. Probably the whole health thing is kicking into his brain. So yeah. we have yet to divulged to piles of food this month. I guess I should try it in days to come.

Wish me luck!!!

Gender Equalisation

2008-09-09T00:52:00.000-07:00

So there was this huge furore recently about gender equalisation, sexism, and anything that has got to do with womens rights. So i was reading it, and hell yeah, I was supporting it. I read more and more as it was a full length article in the newspapers. Later on I came online to catch up with e-mails and stuffs and I read certain blog sites with more gender related issues. It was interesting at first, until suddenly it hit me. And this is what mainly I am going to write about today.

You know, its really funny how it seems when women always complains about lack of equality when it comes to anything from house to work. Its really sad to see that it is however very true indeed. Women always are conformed to house hold duties that it has plagued man on the fact that it is the only thing that they should be doing. Women should not be holding jobs higher than that. Its not fair at all to treat women as if they are lower then dirt and to think that they should always be subservant to man, generally towards the husband. Sadly, Asian countries practice this most widely. Althought the White-Nations self-proclaim that they, dont but these things dont really dissapear easily. Asians have this stupid notion that women should not be better then man and should not be able of being the sole bread winner or even play any part of the bread winner of the family. It somehow degrates the mans capabilities. Or so they claim. I mean if it is feasible that women can be the bread winner at the same time being able to juggle family duties, then why not? Wouldnt it be good to share the burden? And how come women must just clean, cook, take care of the childrens needs and attend to the husbands needs and desire, be a friends whose filled with emotions, treat their In-Laws like Gods and still be in good terms with their family? Why, a man is never near that. He cant clean his clothes, cook and what more when you leave your children with him? He's the child then. He and his friends would mostly go play ball or watch ball. They talk nothing but about euphoric activities that have to do with sports and when they feel like it they would be nice to their In-Laws. Its funny how man has the right to be that, but not the women. Whats even more fascinating is that women are the ones carrying the babies in their wombs for 9 months and bearing all the labour pains. And man has no such responsibility. How come then the women are treated more badly? I havent even started on the practises of generations back when they used to kill infant girls. Women are so degraded in the society. But sadly, it doesnt stop there. It even reaches out to our history books, the religion be it the Bible or the Torah. I am not sure about the Koran though. But whats peculiar is that all religion and beliefs and schools of thougths agrees on one thing, that what is above is as below and what is black is also white. The whole opposite theory. Hence, the whole confucious teaching of balancing the Yin and Yang is a must. How can you then degrade women and uphold the honour of a man and trying to attain a pure balance in the universe? Women have been constantly measured by their capabilities of being a wife, than a worker. A mother, than a friend. A daughter, than a lover.

But of course in this 21st century, thats highly impossible anymore. Now, with women vying higher posts in companies, becoming partners for associatons, heck even Prime Ministers and Presidents of countries, it shows womean are capable of holding high post without jeopardising their family. Gloria Macapagal, President of the Philippines, Megawati Sukarnoputri, President of Indonesia, Khaleda Zia Prime Minister of Bangladesh to name a few. Of course now it would be the ever so famous Hilary Clinton and Sarah Palin of the McCain group. You see, over the past few years, women have risen up in the public eye and are holding positions that are vastly important. Frankly, if I were to just write the names of women who are holding prominent positions the list will not end.

The good news is, more and more women are speaking up to abuses, sexism, harrasment and everything alikes. This opens up peoples eyes around the world on this disdainful practices. Laws, societies and forums are enacted and held in every country these days. This is good. I am totally in green light for all of this. But recently something cropped up. And its a funny thing really. Now women go on and on about gender equalisation but how come they havent played their part? One of the many are that theres this thing that women hates in a man when they enter the toilet. Its how we never put the seat down once we are done. They go on fussing and cussing about the whole petty issue. What is funny is that, I dont see a point in the whole thing. First, they arent many man who really do that, as in even bothering to lift up the toilet seats or putting it down,evenmore. Even when they know man are like that, then why the hassle of the fuss? Its not like we ever listen. Plus heres the one million dollar question, how come they never carry up the seat once they are done? Why is it that man always have to play the darker sex? The one who does all the work and get credit for none? We are shouted even more, cussed and fussed and everything else mentionable even more! How come women cant pull and push our seats when we sit? How come they cant open the door for us? How come they cant do anything relatively easy? But we should do all the hardwork. Ok, maybe I am asking to much here.

I dont want to stray to far. Lets go back to the whole toilte issue. Men, dont you agree with me? Why cant the women put the seats up rather then leaving it down once they are done? We arent going to fuss, heck we'll be happier! I of course stand up for women on the issue of gender equalisation. But over the years, I too feel it that men are being pushed more and more to the side in order for women to rise. How come? How come women have to do that to get what they want? How come we men never do that? Well, dont count in the fist fight though.Anyways, the whole spectrum of equalisation in gender issuess is a colourful one, yet know one knows where it stops. So do we now come to an agreement? Should man put the seats up or down from now on? Thats the million dollar question I want to win.

No matter, I still feel women should put the seat up once they've finished their business!

Merdeka Day it seems

2008-09-03T09:17:00.000-07:00

Ok. Probably I am a slow writer. I am not sure why do I blog things when they are way overdue. Well, reasons i cant think of anyways. But today it would be the theme of Merdeka. Malaysia just celebrated her 51st birthday of independence from the colonizers. Well sadly, I didnt find the country was in anywhere near celebratory mood. There was some hoo-hah. But that was when it was a day or two before the celebration day and two days after it to. I have come to a conclussion on why this has heppened. I guess its mainly because the politicians were mainly concerned on their positions and whether Anwar would be ruling anytime soon. Its really stupid to see that they would rather get themselves tangled in this ridiculous thougths then too celebrate the countrys independence. At least the rakyat would know they are brave enough not to be bewildered by the oppsitions. Sadly, this goons are nowhere there.

So anyways, as i said it was a rather dull day.For the first time i didnt go anywhere to celebrate it. And i forgot the date of the day. So when my cousins came down from Ipoh to my home, I decided to take them out to Juru. Heavens behold, the place was in a total mash. We could hardly move. And traffic was long and looked like it wouldnt have ended till the wee hours. Then we noticed from afar that the other part of AutoCity was having some concert showcasing singers from China. We were wondering what was the whole celebration about until we saw this huge LCD board, rumours has it costed RM2mil to install, that it was Merdeka. Me and my cousins were like ,"it is?". OK Happy Merdeka everyone. And they were like, "Yah, you too". Sense the excitement?

What couldnt register in me was the later part when I started thinking about the whole concert. I mean why in the world would you want to hire foreign singers, performers, entertainers and the likes to entertain us for the night belting out songs that are well, foreign to us? I am not racist, thats for one.But why bring these chinese singers from mainland China and Hong Kong to come all the way here to sing songs that has nothing to do with the Independence Day or even Malaysians. Arent it at this point that the organisers should come to their senses and invite Malaysian artist to come and sing? Well, Malaysia just doesnt have Malay singers only these days, you know. We have Reshmonu, Jaclyn Victor, Vince and so on. So how come they couldnt have performed infront of us? If you want international, we have Chennele and Nicholas Teo and other Malaysian Chinese who speaks good Malay and English, that are based in U.S and China respectively, to come and perform here. To add on, there are so many Malay singers that are awesome, how come none was invited? What are these dumb organisers trying to proove? You know at my previous blog I did mention that the organisers shouldnt be afraid of inviting these international performers to come and perform here. But at least do it with some sense. Since you are already under-fire for calling 'other types' of performers to perform, why cant they atleast help the local ones? They are not bad. Trust me. If given a choice I would rather go for Malaysian singers then Chinese singers. Its not the language barrier. Culture and language is never a barrier in music. Its what makes it even more beautiful, but on Indepence Day?These people?What would they know about our country's Independence?Do they even know what Merdeka is? Who P.Ramlee is? The Negaraku? I tell you, it was a huge mistake to invite these poeple who knows two hoots about the country. If the organisers are claiming this is the only way to attract people, then i beg to differ. They must have not gone to the KLCC celebration.

Given a choice, I would not invite these people on such and important day. You know theres this whole huge hoo-haa going on about citizenship rights and all. Well, the organisers should have made it as if we were celebrating Merdeka in Malaysia rather then China's Independence Day in Malaysia. There are these things where other people says things about race and they get all upset and start war of words, right? Well at least if you had used your brains to do something right then it would have been ok to verbally fight. But nothing of such transpired. Ridiculous! By right Malay, Chinese and Indian songs should have been sung, P.Ramlee's song, songs that invokes patriotism, the Negaraku and many things that are of these which are Malaysian in all. Sadly, nothing.I'd be damned if they proclaim it was a fully Malaysian celebration then. Since, Malaysians have this habit of saying anything white-man made is good then how come they never practice what they preach? On July 4th, performers and etc celebrating their Independence Day are always Americans. And they do it so proudly and patrioticly. The whole of Europe is no different. Indonesia had some grand day. India too. How come Malaysia didnt?How come we are always practising double-standards on ourselves and on the local performers.If the white's are so great, tell me then how come you came here?How come you stayed here? This goes to all Malaysians of no particular race in mind. We should have just let the bumi's who are the orang asli's that lives in the forest to run this country. They have a better sense of patriotism and pride for the country.

Malaysian Independence Day was totally quashed by non-Malaysian people. BRAVO oranisers! You just made Malaysia proud.

Ampang Medikal...What a Spoof

2008-09-02T01:22:00.000-07:00

Oh Dear Lord, typing this itself is making me laugh to tears.Hahahaha. Ok, we all know how stupid and really boring Malaysian dramas are were those days right? However, nowadays, I know some may not agree with me, but I think its improving. So anyways, theres this new show called Ampang Medikal. I am not sure when it started showing it on our TV, but I am assuming its about two weeks back, forgive me if I am wrong. So I guess, with the hype of E.R and Greys Anatomy and House, one of the "many" Malaysian drama directors decided to make a drama Malaysian style, by Malaysian for Malaysian. Well, I applaud the move and thought. But I have many disgrunttles about it and I would love to share it while laughing my ass out loud. Haha.

So anyways, me and my sister was watchin some show on Astro last Tuesday,if I am not mistaken, and channel 107 was playing Ampang Medikal. So i got all excited an thought, "Lets give it a shot!" Lets watch it. After a few disputes with my sister on wasting our time watching mindless malay dramas, we might as well watch something international and better, but I won the case, no matter. So we clicked to 107. It started something like this.

*note that I do not know their names and sadly I have to go by race to identify them, fogive me*

Malay Doctor: -smtg-, your fathers dying. < a tiny minuscule frown, barely noticeable >

Son of that dying father: -smtg-, I dont care. He is no longer my father blah blah blah.

Chelsia Ng(in malay): Tapi bapa awak memerlukan awak. Kami berfikir yang awak bolehlah melihatnya.

Son of that dying father: No, i wont < reactionless >

Malay Doc: < Looks at that Son for 5 seconds , looks at Chelsia Ng for 3 seconds and looks down, reactionless >

Chelsian Ng: < repeats the above, trying to fake a terrible sad face >

...............scene ends...................

Ahaha....it was so funny watching that scene. The whole thing took less then 2 minutes if I am not mistaken. Please note the dialog of the above is not the actual one. There are others too. What I wrote is just the gist of it. Anyhow, it was so funny. Me and my sister just laughed and laughed. We wondering what just happened. It wasnt a sad moment, neither was it a I-hate-my-father-son-moment. I have no idea what moment in a normal persons life that I could relate too. No one was with any expression. It was like telling them Look sad! OK now look down! Ok now look at each other! The word Fake here is an understatement. Tthey were so funny. Let me assure you it wasnt a sad moment, it was actually a happy moment. Hahaha.

........another scene directly after the whole scene above..............

Malay Doc: < -smtg beeps, I think . She starts running and the camera goes slow motion. Then she sways her hands as if shes going to dive in a pool, pushes through two nurses and rather then flinging a door open shes trying to unlock the door. >

In the room.....

Patient: Ahh...< dying and having some attck >
Wife of patient: Ape sudah jadi ngan suami saya x2 < Now imagine this well. She doesnt scream but says it out loudly. The style of it was when you say 'Hey, Ho!'...Now can you imagine? >
Nurse: Medical terms...umm....medical terms...ahh...medical terms somemore...ummm....< thats how she read it, while looking at the chart of the patients health. >

.......................I switched channel......................................

Again dont take all the dialog into consideration as I cant remember it fully.

It was so funny.Haha.Oh My GOD, you cant imagine the laughter me and my sister erupted into. Haha. Even typing this story itself makes me tear. First, I have no idea why would the camera man decide on a slow motion scene and I also have no idea why she swayed her hand so high, to avoid the nurse, she should have just shouted out loud "MOVE!" to show the urgency. She was runing so slow, that she was just short of wearing a Baywatch bikini suit to create a Baywatch scene in it. Thirdly, why did she not fling the door open rather then unlocking it? Probably, Malaysian hospital doors are like that?I am not sure, but that was pretty funny. Imagine it was an emergency and you're actually trying to unlock the door first. Patients could be dead by then. Then when she entered.Ahahahahahahahahahahaha. I have no idea who was that wife-lady. She was so so so fake. She was like , head high to the left and say it out loud "Ape dah jadi ngan suami saya". Now turn head to the right, high, and say it out loud "Ape dah jadi ngan suami saya". Please note it was not wife-concerned-of-husbands health question. It was "oh lets get this over it" kinda question. And it didnt look like they knew what to do. The nurse then says some medical terms while reading the charts and doesnt seem to know how to say it and shes babling with lots of 'umm' and 'ahhs'. I tell you it was disastorous.

I wouldnt go to that hospital even if my life depended on it. I am serious. We all know for a Malaysian to come up with something as good as E.R and those dramas as avove is abit to much to ask. But we at least would love to hope to watch a show with some logic sense and good acting. I have no idea how they were cast. Frankly speaking, that Malay doc wouldnt have made the cut for me. I dont know about the other docs, so cant say much. The Malay Doc was horrible. You know, Malays love to watch Indon dramas and movies, how come you cant emulate them at least half as well? Nurse knows zero, doctor knows nuts. Thats a great team for a hospital. I decided from that day onwards, I wont watch it, yeah you just lost many viewers, not just me. We are not asking for sex and kissing scenes, we are asking for scenes that will touch the heart, that will connect the viewers, words and sentence thats strikes a chord in their hearts. Whens it is a sad scene, cry, shed a tear or two. When you need to be angry, give it all out. I think these people should either quit or go for some serious acting classes. Like ALOT of it.

I know fresh faces would do the industry good, but it must be with quality not quantity. If I were to be the casting crew or director, I would get poeple like Sheryl Samad, Ida Nerina, Umi Aida and Ardean Sherzdawaty(or something like that her name) to act. Now this actresses are good. If you want new faces, you hvae Sazzy Falak, that heroin in Gol & Gincu, Maria Londoh girl, Sharifah Armani, that best friend of hers in Sindarella too. Now thess are new actress with talent that you can play with. They can act well. There are some good actors. Choosing the above people are ridiculous. And possibly disastorous.

However, I would like to congratulate the director and his people in using high-deff camera and good lightings. You stil need to improve on your sound system and do add more songs to go with the feelings. Hire someone professional and get those graphic people to do touch ups. There are so many things one can do, but none takes the effort. Dont use 'short of money' as an issue. I would fire those horrible actors and actress and hire more crews and better machines to make the shots better with lesser actors and actress who are not horrible in acting and are not wasting the real money.

These are my honest opinions. You need to brush up alot.Luck

Cont AVRIL LAVIGNE

2008-09-02T01:06:00.000-07:00

Bytheway, Avril Lavigne did manage to put on her show. But I bet she had to cut many things. Rumours was, she only changed her attire twice(how fun is that?).However, no one has beat Mariah yet.There was also these horrible people who were passing out pamplets(is that how you spell it?) to muslims that were going for the concert on the supposedly original entertainment style of the religion. I can only imagine how it would be.

There was also alot of problem recently in Kedah where the government didnt allow performers to perform. I have no idea why, but i still think it isnt right. Then in KL there was suppose to be the Summer Merdeka Fest( I think thats what its called) which was suppose to be on the eve of Merdeka. The organisers cancelled the show. They paid back the people who bought the tickets. You know what they said, that they would rather deal with the people who bought the tickets and repay them back then facing and i quote "a huge headache from the authorities". The thing is, it wasnt even told to be cancelled. I guess they werent courageous enought to go against this poeple. Its plainly sad.

Well, its better then nothing though, that she performed. And its fantastic that some pliticians when to see it and commented good things about it. It was all nice too see too that most media generated alot of hype which are basically about the positve attributes of Avril. At least the civilians still know the media can help them and be on their side.

Mainly, it boils down to basic human rights and choices of everyday lives. None is given, then theres war of words and even physically. Although, its sad to note that it might lead to people being captured and prisoned and bloodshed and everything(i DEFENSIVILY oppose all kind of violence), I find that it possibly could be the most effective way to gain attention to say that we have our rights that we wish to practice freely on what was enshrined in the constitution.

So anyways, I hope we still have more concerts coming by. By this I dont mean some boring old farts.

Avril Lavigne to SEXY uh?

2008-08-28T02:46:00.000-07:00

Well the above I think, you would know what todays topic would be. Its really ridiculous to know whats happening to the industry lately. This news about not allowing Avril Lavigne to perform here on the 29th August in Stadium Merdeka is a total bologne. I mean how unfair is it for the Culture and Arts Department to chose what should and should not be brought into this country. Of all people I really dont think Avril is of any bad influence. If anything she is more of a role model. She has kept to her promise of not selling her self but her voice to generate income. One which she has kept. All her shows are knee length short and a top, with long blonde hair and strikes of pink(recently). So where is she sexy, raunchy, and just disastorous aspects of her that will break the morality and religious status of the fans?

To stop its show we heard many resons. There was the excuse that it was near Merdeka celebration. Fair enough. Then we heard that due to punk-funk scenes, its not healthy for the people. Then we heard the Department was pressured by some religious group of a few particular states. I mean seriously, punk-funk? Ask any of the adults and they know more punk, rock and anything hard metal then now generation. It was their generation that started it all. Cold, hard, raw music. They danced to it. They made rock and punk, chic and glam during the 90's. Now wheres the wrong in that? Back then, no one stopped them. People knew it was a transformation. It was change. And years later, the same people who danced to the music are leading the country and they are the ones who are telling us we shouldnt listen to all this 'racket'? And we should just keep our bums down? Oh please. And about the religious group of people. I do agree that being a Muslim country certain things have to be taken into account. But things like Non-Muslims are also inexistence in this country and would like to watch it should also be considered. Mostly, i find, the ruling people always takes decision biased-ly or well lop-sided. Its fair to say that they can ban it on certain people, like Oh! I dont know the MP's children and the whole state from where those religious people come from.

I have no idea whats free and whats not in this country. Initially, it was all race, religion and customs. Now it looks like even entertainment, clothes, attitude etc. Seriously, who are those people to tell us what to wear and what to see? Its not like we are asking for free porn tv or something. And the performers are not strippers or will be baring all and walking from one end to the other! Its realy ridiculous for the Malay(sian) adult/leader(s) to tell us what we should watch. At 18 till 28, the youths are not going to spend 100 odd-bucks for jazz or opera or acrobats or some old veteran singers (unless of course Elvis returns from the dead, but that too has doubts). Its this artist that we want to watch. Well, if they think we shouldnt watch this, then promote the local artist out loud! Apart for some semi-balled AF winner dude. Get your local artist out there. Tell them to come out with songs that are at international level, promote them, get them to go around the world to sing and come back here. Malaysians will definitely want to see her/him perform. Malaysia loves anything international. But just incase you havent notice, we have none. Siti is not countable as she sings overseas but rarely in the country apart from one or two sleepy songs.

There was this write up recently in some particular media if i am not mistaken about some Indonesian artist who was called to perform, and then cancelled due to the same old farts, and then called back again and then cancelled and finally performed for a private crowd somewhere in KL.

1)Why are we promoting singers from the other side of the Ocean to come and perform here?Arent those dance moves raunchy, sexy and etc? -Please note that the people who invited these artist are Malay(sians)
2)What happend to local artists?Did they all just died overnight or something?Or does the inviters,is that even a word, doesnt believe in Malay(sian) artists to pull enough crowd?
3)What does this show about the country?On and off, on and off.We dont stand by the principals made!

If they dont want to show it then prior to publicising that the artist is to perform here, do have thorough research done and get feedback from all sources on whether it should be done or not. Apparently, after years and years, no, centuries and centruies of embarassing experiences the organisers and that Department has yet to learn a lesson.

Sadly, its not only embarassing for the organisers and the Department but also the whole country. The past week E! CHANNEL has said some things about Malaysia. Theres only so much we can defend the country. And somehow not all truths can be covered. http://www.eonline.com/uberblog/detail.jsp?contentId=24682 click this and you can read what they wrote.

I missed Beyonce and Christina. One of the best performers on stage. Do you know how many Malaysians were wanting to watch them. And Singapore gets all the money and the credit for hosting huge performers at such a petite country. Malaysia is being ridiculed by others due to thess shallow minded , blind sided, dumb idiots who knows nuts about entertainment. Well, frankly even if they do, i know they are still what I just said. And since last years favourite quote was 'holier than thou'. I would like to ask those people involved in these field and who created those rackets, do they think their family members especially their teens and kids and youths are holier then the rest of the country?They dont glue themselves to MTV to watch these artist sing and perform?

..............That shows how much they know about their own blood.............

Susuk!!!!

2008-08-14T01:17:00.000-07:00

Ok I watched this last night with my friend Karti. It was awesome. I mean we are talking about Malaysian movies you know. Everyone knows, Malay movies(allow me to be frank)disastorous. I never found anyone that I liked. Of course i do have the occasional once. But it was like Embun, Paloh (Stop) then Puteri Gunung Ledang (Stop)then Yasmin Ahmads movie, and slowly its creaping up since last year. I hate Indon movies, not because of any reasons, just mainly its not fait that they seem to have the good movies with good scenes and all and Malaysians always succumb to it. Leave this be.

So last night at 9.50pm, I and Karti(my best friend) when to Sunway Carnival in Butterworth here. I tell you it was packed. EVERYONE WAS PUSHING EACH OTHER. I cant recall the last i had to go through such a phenomenon. Probably the high publicisty stunts and the anticipation there was, we had many eager faces. And just so you know i bought the tickets at 9.15pm. And we took the last seats available. It was a long que stil behind us, but of course we coudlnt guess whether it was for this movie or any other. My friend and me were so relaxed to watch this movie. This is so because, being a Malay movie there is no point of expecting anything then "I love you...Do you love me?" So this movie was more reverting then anything. It was fresh. And that i mean by sound quality, picture quality, the frames and the most queesential, the acting. There was many things the directed played with, namely the time genre. Censors are not in action here. Susuk in its barest form means inserting gold and silver needle into the persons body with diamonds at the top. It is to increase the persons attractiveness. So the movie is pretty much revolves around that and a diva(Ida Nerina) and singer-wannabe-nurse (Soraya-dont know her real name).Oh yah, i forgot to write this, it Sunway Carnival and Megamall Pacific in Butterworth, i heard the cinemas ws fully booked for this show. In KLCC, it was booked also, yesterdat and the day before. Movie must be something.

Well cheers for Malaysian movie!

Keep up the Good Work!

Soon....

2008-08-14T01:10:00.000-07:00

So results are out. But laws pending. Lets not get to know what i got ok. Not necessary. Not that its bad neither was it good. I am now all confused with what I am suppose to do and where I am to go now. I know I should go and do what i want to do. But being an Asian... So anyways, my day after the results or more like the night started with a low key played by my Mom (Pelakon Anugerah Terbaik Sepanjang Hidup Diran) and Dad (Pemenang Pelakon Lelaki Harapan Terbaik sepanjang Hidup Diran). So you see i had good actor's with me in the house, so they did put on a good show. Lasted for a few days and all. Still is.

I am still confused where I want to go.

Kemayan ATC?
Brickfields Asia College?
International Islamic University?

Everything seems so difficult........Decisions.....I have to do it...soon....

Inconsistent and On Needles

2008-08-10T21:45:00.000-07:00

I've learned this new habit of myself. I AM NOT CONSISTENT. Yah, because i think i wrote the last post long time ago and then i didnt continue. It was suppose to be my newself thing and all. I hope my newself i snot the inconsistent type. That wil be very difficult.

Anyways, apart from that i have something else in my mind. My results came out yesterday. Yes, my A-levels results are out already. Effective 4pm yesterday, if i am not mistaken. Some aquaintance that i know scored well. Great. And here i am a nervous wreck and i am hearing other people who are doing really well. That's really not fair you know. Its like how come 'we' who always wants the better results actually flinch more then the one's who are not bothered. The thing is i have that huge flinch, its just that i am not confident i guess. Friends and family says "You will do well!" or like "Believe in Him and it will help". Yeah, well we Asians definitel have alot of faith in Him. And of course he helps. Just i gues not everyone. And maybe because that person didnt ask the right way or something. Or not with his/her full heart. I think i asked with more then just my heart. I am so topsy-turvy now. I am doing back flaps (or wtv its called), my stomach is all in knots. I am all in needles, and its scarily preaking me. I have huge butterflie flying in my stomach. My hands are ice cold and so is my whole body. Can you believe this, i am actually typing this whole post without any fan. No air-cond to. Gosh, i wonder why. In my mind i keep saying "i am not bothered by it...etc". But the heart says something else. Well, i guess, the hardest thing to govern is the heart.

Well, i have so many things in my mind. Such as the place i am going to study and all. Thats alot of job you know. Gosh, i wonder. Yes, apparently i do wonder alot, and i like it very much, thank you.

So, i thought of writting this blog before i check out my results on the computer. I am stil very afraid to type it of course. To go on the website and all. Haih. But i do have to go soon. So anyways, for now i would bid my humble goodbye. Probably i will come and blog later once the results sink in, be it good or bad. Not sure whether i am checking it now, but very soon. So bye.

Imagine This

2008-08-07T08:25:00.000-07:00

This is my first blog for this new site, obviously. I had this great fantasy to write this so, here it is.

It was more than just an East-meets-West do at Shiseido’s launch of the fall/winter Maquillage line in Kuala Lumpur

IMAGINE the bright lights of a Blade Runner city like Kuala Lumpur, where method meets madness in a megalopolis of 8 million people programmed in perpetual rush mode.

Factor in an East-meets-West theme: a hot young designer hyped as Fashion’s Next Big Thing, the reigning It guy of the runway, and an irresistible new colour collection that sums up the crossover mood, Mode Mix(not inspired by Ugly Betty)

It’s a checklist for the mother of all make-up parties, for the fall/winter Maquillage line by leading Japanese brand Shiseido, in the city’s chic Pavillion Mall.

Its star product – Lasting Climax Rouge – could have been a provocative talking point for guests between their champagne and canapes.

Wow factor: Hariz Diran had those present at the Maquillage Shiseido party going ga-ga.

There was an undercurrent of excitement among Asian and Western journalists invited for a sneak preview of the global launch of the line.

But the buzz wasn’t about the creative collaboration between Shiseido and London-based designer Christopher Kane, who channelled a taste and sensibility that have rocked divas such as Vogue editor Anna Wintour and Donatella Versace since his debut in Milan in 2006.

Not even his collection of drop-dead glamorous clothes embellished with giant plastic sequins that have a wistful touch of Paco Rabanne and The Supremes circa 1960s or the disco craze of the 1970s.

An adrenaline rush lifted the room, packed with buttoned-up Malaysian salary women and men and champagne-sipping fashionistas, when model du jour Hariz Diran appeared in the flesh, as an illuminated box lifted from the catwalk.

Never mind that he shared the stage with a quartet of top Asian models with cheekbones sharper than samurai blades and looks that sell tons of Shiseido products in the heartland.

The versatility of Maquillage was represented, with five different make-up versions on the celebrities who included Anne Watanabe, daughter of the Japanese actor, and Chiaki Kuriyama, who struck terror into movie fans with her role as Go-go in Kill Bill and Amber Chia, the first Asian woman to becomes the Guess Winner of 2006.

But all eyes were on Hariz, the most wanted and sort after male model after the ubiquitious Brazillian hunk Marcus Schenkenberg.

In sequinned white chiffon indian designed shirt and flat boots, he was a picture of Malaysian cool brought up to speed.

“Hariz! Hariz! Hariz!”

The excitement continued off-stage later as the catwalk prince made his way through the crowd like fashion royalty.

Autograph hunters were brushed off by his minders. Hariz sweetly threw a nod here and glance there, too overwhelmed by the hullabaloo to speak, or perhaps too smart to pop the magic bubble around him.

The mood is surreal: groupies ga-ga over a polite yet stunning boy, hailed as owning some X-factor that has helped to move everything from sunglasses to scent from the shelves.

Shiseido has flown fashion’s muse of the moment, most likely at great expense, to Kuala Lumpur for a cameo appearance.

But it must be worth every ringgit, to entrust the re-invention of a make-up to the face of the moment.

The model strutted down the runway like a carefree schoolboy. In a turn of legs clad in a bright purple short shorts, he kickstarted Shiseido into a hip and funky mode.

For decades, the brand has been the epitome of Japanese innovation in beauty and skincare to Asian women and now man.

It’s no longer just about camouflage to put your best face forward.

In the 21st century, creating artifice is also about fulfilling fantasies and role play for Generations X and Y.

It’s set to be a bestseller with its contemporary and timeless theme – symbolic of a whole new universe for Shiseido, and Hariz rising career.

----Believe me I just wrote my fantasy for everyone to see. Well thats the new me, not afraid anymore. I have learned to share myself and not be afraid to express my thought. This is what i dream of doing. Someday.-----