Happy Chinese New Year

I would like to take this opportunity to wish those who celebrate this New Year a fucking good one this year. To those who doesn't, no worries. You are welcome to clean my apartment when the hell gate closes.

Dream, dream, dream.

"You worked so hard, and now you want to give up your dream?"


"No, I gave up your dream. I am pursuing my own dream."


A dialogue went in between a mother and a daughter heard on the television. A typical family situation where some don't realise that what every parents want is for their child to follow a plan they secretly indulge at the back of their mind. Some blatantly want you to follow the destiny they have already chosen for you. Like a bird, right after you are born, you will eventually be forced to fly.


Do you have a dream? Do you ever want to be someone? Was it even your own fucking dream? Or it has been planted in your head by your parents since the day you were born.


"Siapa dia? Lawyer? Doktor? Ahli Majistret?"


"Apa. Ahli muzik? AHLI MUZIK?


Most of you would have know the infamous phrase. So there is it, if parents could not make the dream for you, they choose it for you in some other way.


My family doctor would be the best example. Born Indian, and like most Indian parentage, they want their child to be a doctor, or a lawyer. Dr. B, like some of you might have read about him previously has no interest of being a doctor at all. But sadly he gone through with it. Now he has a family of his own, and he still look very much not happy with what he is doing now.


In other words, he was definitely not chasing his own dream.


Apu in Simpsons most probably wasn't even thinking of opening a grocery store too. You can sense the tinge of sadness everytimes he say, "Thank you. Please come again."


But I always tell Apu that it is alright. I even managed to get him to stand in front of the door here. Right here at Project Mayhem. Doing what he is best at.


"Thank you. Please come again."


Ah, that familiar voice just haunts you doesn't it.

The unconventional bandwagon

Today marks the day where some people will have a hike of profit. At times it could be more of a nonsensical hike. Cinema and television will be filled with romantic comedies, and tissue inducing love stories to join in the hype.


All we know we cannot do anything to stop the price hike. Because as in any economy lesson, the higher the demand, you will know that people will take that opportunity to make a little more. But we are not talking about that today.


Of all the movies in the cinema right now, there would be a surprise. In my opinion, Babel would be the most appropriate movie for Valentine's day. Because in it, it provides a more deeper sense of love. Love, not only focused on merry skipping couples, walking hand in hand, kissing under the moonlight (or street light) and most probably ending up somewhere comfortable screwing the night away.


On this auspicious colorful day, there would be some people who forgotten about the love for the family, friends, and the most forgotten love is the love for a stranger.


If you are undecided on which movie to watch if you happen to plan for a movie at the cinema, watch Babel. Wait, I take that back, get the DVD instead. It will be censored. That I can tell you.

Freedom

The last word William Wallace said, before his head was chopped off. Everyone yearn from it. Freedom is the perhaps the sweetest thing next to getting pussy. It's not really revenge like Tupas Shakur might put down.


Freedom, though comes in many form. Today I discovered something intriguing, and way new to me.


Friendship. Do people feel chained when they are bound in a friendship? If not, what does it mean when someone wants freedom from it. They want no connection to you. Perhaps when times are right, they come back to be your friend.


I respect freedom. More than anything else.


But this sure is intriguing.

Buah Melaka

Sitting at this chair, reeks of beer, I thought about last night. It is at times really a nuinsance coming to work, and you're slightly drunk from last night.


"You look stoned."


A colleague told me this morning while we were having a cigarette before I walk in to what it seems at that time the gate of Hell.


"I am still high like a motherfucker."


Last night short drinking session was extended right to near 3 a.m or so. I remember seeing little parts of the roads in my dream. Wait that was not a dream. That was me driving back home, and felt like watching snippets of a movie. A movie about someone driving a car. I was like driving a car in a dream while driving a car. Question is was I actually driving it? Or was it my conscience telling me that I should get home because work is just few hours away?


Nevermind my inner child talk.


I get to meet Junior. A Malacca boy with all means of being a Malacca boy. If you are a sensitive person, who gets intimidated if people keeps banging you or telling you upfront without sugarcoating, you will not like people from Malacca. Their jokes are harsh but meant no harm.


Junior and I share a common bond, asides drinking of course. We both think Jebat is the real hero of Malacca, not the Tuah every history book has been talking about. In fact I used to think that I was alone in this. Now that Junior told me that Malacca people regards Jebat as the hero, never Tuah.


"Only KL people thinks Tuah is the true hero."


He uttered that out. Now that he knows not every KL people think so. One friend who would go against the whole country (well at that moment, Malacca was quite a country) to repay what the country has done to you. In other words, he would die for you. And how did Tuah repay that?


"It's alright Sultan. I will take care of the rebel myself. I will make sure that my country stays free from all evil. You know what Sultan, can I blow you after all this is settled. Please, just one blow. I have been thinking about doing that since you looked so manly giving orders to have me killed."


He also mentioned that Tuah is like what we see in UMNO now. In fact he said that Tuah is what UMNO now.


So here it is, a toast to Jebat. You did the right thing my friend. I always dream of having a friend like you. Like Daffy in The Beach would say, "Are you with me, or are you against me?" in thick Brit accent.

I believe I can fly

This morning, Fariz Force sent me a SMS asking whether would I like to join him for lunch at Ampang.


I, on the other hand, works at 30km away from the lunch destination. With the traffic congestion in town, I figure out that I will not make it for that all in 1 hour lunch time. To make it more harsher, even a baboon could have figured that out.


I believe that he forgotten that I am not a Muslim. I do not get 2 hours lunch of Fridays. Or well, he is just being himself.


I wanted badly to send him a reply which goes like, "Sure. Will you just tell me which is the next flight down to Ampang?"


But I didn't.


I just replied, "I don't think I could fly dude."


Why so? This is because if I send my intended reply, he might really go and check for the earliest flight around. Or worst, it will get him confused and then proceed to a suicidal mission.

If you want to be understood, listen.

I looked at it many times. The phrase above. The tagline for the movie Babel, which is lying on my DVD rack for quite some time. Time constraint must be one of the reason I have not watch it. As most of you would know, I like my movie time to be not interrupted.


Apeq usually call these genre of movies, "The Fern Leaf Movie". Movies that he does not enjoy to watch because it's complicated and most probably involved stagnant camera pan. Whenever we walk in a DVD shop, he would shout from afar, "Kor, your type of movie. I saw fern leaves growing all over it."


I would not know how great or bad it is, since I have not watch it myself. A movie that spans from the Middle East to Japan, and even South America.

But one factor that made me want to also buy it was Cate Blanchett. It is amusing to myself why I sometimes find her attractive. She, well, is not like in the top ten prettiest woman in Hollywood. She's skinny and doesn't have silicone boobs that makes half the men population go goo goo gaa gaa. She has a face so long, people could mistaken her as a horse.
But she was amazing in Coffee and Cigarettes, where she plays two characters, and that two characters are talking to themselves in their session in the movie. A completely opposite characters I might add.
Then again most of you will know that what is attractive in the photo in here is her short hair. What it is with short hair? I have no idea.

It must have been her eyes. So tensed. I could almost feel her ripping my clothes off. It must be.

Zangetsu!

As for many films, animations and graphic that I have seen for all these years, nothing compared to a beautiful image I saw in the movie Silent Hill.


Like in the console game that I never had the chance to play, but get to watch people play it, you are always running around. As you run around the town of Silent Hill, many weird characters appears. Especially after that dreaded siren.


Darkness appears. A parallel dimension just appears and separates you from the real world. You watch Radha Mitchell run. And run. The bonus factor is the cleavage shots.





Back to my point. There is a character which most probably represent Death.


A huge pale figure, with a triangular helm. Topless. Which from afar, resembles a Klu Klux Klan member with fashion transformation. Many nicknamed him the Pyramid Head. The large sword is the main attraction. The huge blade, which probably slices King Kong up like a piece of butter is so sexy. For those who watched Silent Hill, did you see how easy it cut through a steel door.


By far, that is now the darkest character I have ever seen. If I would wander in the spirit world or underworld, I would want to be like him. I got to make that my death ambition. Now I wonder where they keep the application forms.

Run Forest run!

Behind all the good looking celebrities, there are always a few who doesn't do too good in the looks department but have great talent. And fortunately for them, I am the one that will root for performance more than the looks. Celebrities that looks good and have great talent, however are a bonus.


There is this actor. The crying face. He looks like he always had a bashing before a film shooting. He looks like he had a gun pointing at him throughout most of his movie.


The one where you would walk by a television and you would ask, "Is he crying?"


Finally, his work were recognized. This year he has been given a Golden Globe for his acting. Though I have not seen the Last King of Scotland, I am sure somehow, he deserves a little credit.


The way of the Samurai or not, that is.

I should be hanged.

I was scared shitless looking at the price of the gold rings my brother bought for his wedding. The shit actually came out from mouth when I definitely know that as the ring size goes larger, the price hikes. For a person who has problems buying standard finger ring, this would mean economic downfall.


Maybe I should move to Sierra Leone and try to dig out a few blood diamonds for myself.


On the way back from all that usual eye candy outings, we passed by Batu Caves. The scenario was what it was several years ago.


I spent most of my schooling days in Sentul, and Thaipusam is one joyous festival. You plan out with a couple of friends and venture out there to witness the exotic night. It helps a lot also that I could walk to Batu Caves where I used to stay.


The trance of the devotees was the most excited moments to watch. I always loved spiritual stuff, even as a kid. You can only believe the magic as you stand there watching as the needles and hook pierced through body like hot steel through butter. No camera trick. No angle illusion. Raw steel going through flesh. And as far as I concerned no one dare to critisize that. You know how evangelic some people may be. Always trying to belittle what other religion does.


But as we passed through, I made one racial joke to my brother as I watched the stalls crawling all through the sidewalks.


"You know what. Next year we could open up a stall and we could make big bucks out of it."


"What fucking stall would you think fucking sell here besides drinks?


"I will open up a stall, selling slippers and shoes. There would be a sign. It will say stolen shoes and slippers for sale."


"Motherfucker."


Well don't get emotional. Everyone makes a little joke once a while.