2 Things

In this box there are 2 things
I will show you what these 2 things are

Thing number 1... Cloverfield

I actually really like this film. I've heard a number of nasty reviews and a number of good reviews and it seems like one of those films where you'll either love or hate.

Yea, the plot is kinda predictable, and it does feel like I'm previewing rushes on a very big screen (looks like footage from the protest demonstrations in KL only without the missiles and monsters.. wait a minute there are monsters, unseen monsters... and there are also tear gas and water cannons. So yeah, pretty much like what we have here.), but hell, I think the treatment and storytelling was fantastic... Putting me behind the video camera really engaged me and I felt like I was right there in NYC...

Yes, monster attacking New York... cliched; heroic attempt to save some chick... cliched; telling a story behind a video camera... Blair Witch's done it already... The real art in this film, IMHO is the director's ability to take all these cliches and repackage them altogether in a brand new storytelling technique.

I also like the fact that this is probably one film that can get away with shaky handheld camera work, sloppy editing with loads of jump cuts, bad audio, and everything else that no executive producer would ever allow to pass through in a film.

Now I want to buy the camera that they have... it seems like the batteries last forever. That'd really come in handy.


Thing 2... goodbyes.

Isn't it boring how we say 'see you later' in farewell salutations.
Why is it always 'see', what about all the other senses...
Why not "Hear you later'
Why not 'Smell you later'
Why not 'Taste you later'
Why not 'Feel you later'

Oh well... it's late now, not really a good time for questioning societal norms

Taste you later.

I like pork jerky
I put them between sliced bread
They taste delicious

Eat

A bar of chocolate
A bar of soap
A bar of lawyers
A barbar the elephant
A barbara streisand

Sleep

I'm really sleepy
I want to sleep

But when I'm this stressed and upset,
Part of me wishes that when I sleep... I'll sleep and never wake up

I don't dare to fall asleep.
Part of me is afraid that perhaps my wish may actually come true.

An Obituary To My Shanghai Tang Wallet

Today, I went to the ATM and withdrew 500 ringgit.
I wanted to buy the new apple keyboard and things my mother wanted from ikea to spruce up the home for chinese new year.

I rode the bus.
I got off the bus only to realize that my wallet is no longer in my pant pocket.

To make matters worse the wallet is barely used.
I bought it 2 weeks ago from Shanghai Tang in Bangkok.
Its a Shanghai Tang wallet that I absolutely love.

When I bought it, I justify the ridiculous price tag...
'New year, new wallet... hopefully new money will come into this wallet'

I couldn't be any more wrong.

8 PM, I am in the middle of Bukit Bintang. I have no money at all, I am hungry (my last meal was breakfast at 8 AM), I'm tired, and I'm feeling as fucked up as I can possibly feel.

Fucking fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuckfuck fuck.

What more can go wrong...





I made a few phone calls.
Then my phone died on me.

Pip Starr - An Obituary

Pip passed away for reasons that remain a mystery to all that know him. His death is a great loss to the documentary filmmaking community in Australia and the world over.

Though my periods of knowing Pip was mostly spent wading in the 'swimming pool' at Lake Murray with all the other GFRS vollies, discussing pretty much everything (though most of it is usually a load of nonsense, well, we were all in a pool of water in our underpants) under the sun; It was through Pip that I sat under the bodhi tree of documentary filmmaking enlightenment.

I went to Papua New Guinea and I told myself 'OK, I'm gonna make a documentary'... only to realize that I have no bloody idea how to make one. I was flabbergasted.

After a week of filming and still having no idea what I was doing, Pip screened his film 'The Okapa Connection' and I went 'Eureka! By jove, that's how you make a documentary!'. Of course, I then proceeded to pick his brains during the little time he has left in Lake Murray.

I would not go as far as to say that Pip will be dearly missed as we rarely kept in touch with each other. However, Pip will always be remembered as an inspiration in my long journey ahead as I strive to become a documentary filmmaker.

My condolences to his boyfriend, family, and all that holds him dear to their hearts.

Hamburgers!

Omigod... I'll never eat another hamburger again. I just found out that hamburgers are made of cows.

How atrocious is that.

All this while I thought they were made of people from Hamburg. That I have no problems with. I am absolutely fine with that...

But cows!

This message was brought to you by PETA (People Eating Tasty Animals)

Sleep

I long to sleep... I long to wake up in the mornings and then pull my blanket all the way over my head only to fall asleep again.

When the afternoon sun shines like a bitch, I yearn to sleep with the fan on.

When the rain drizzles on my window pane, I dream the sun is shining like a bitch

I want to sleep. To dream beautifully.

I want to sleep.

You! Cake Or Death?

Recently I find myself wanting to sleep all the time. I'd wake up and want to keep sleeping. I'd come home and I want to sleep. So since I'm too fucking lazy to do anything... I'm just gonna post something that is someone else's work, which I seem to be doing a lot nowdays.

A Feeble Attempt To Make Sense

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Epiphany

Christianity would have been perfect if you get rid of all the christians.

Stone

There is a very big hole in my universe at the moment...
I usually don't do this, expressing my feelings through some song lyrics, but ever since this hole was bored into my soul, this song has been ringing incessantly in both my head and itunes.
It sums up my entire being at the moment. The collective fucked up emotions and non-emotions of missing a being taken for granted and cherished a moment too late.

"She's got a living stone and rain in her hand
She doesn't have an umbrella to cover herself
She's got a living stone and pain in her mind
All I can do is sing for her and myself

I wish I can take it away to three thousand light years away
Don't be afraid, I'll be next to you"

Stone... by Cibo Matto.

Yes.. one can definitely say that ever since discovering Cibo Matto, I'm totally in love with them.

Emo Shit For You

You are my sun
You illuminate all that is otherwise dark
You warm all that is otherwise cold

But just like the sun
Looking into your eyes will blind me
Being near you will burn me to my death

Everything is illuminated
Everything is hallucinated

How Now Brown Cow

This has got to be one of the most ironic sign boards I've ever seen (Yes.. It's true... I'm not as well travelled as many of you might believe I am).

As a kid, I don't know what they are trying to tell me with this sign (even as an adult I'm confused).

First it says that its a Language Academy which means that I should be here to learn a language... read it, write it, speak it... things like that.

Then there's a picture of a kid with a mortar board on his head telling me to shuush it.

So what are you trying to say?

"Yeah, learn to speak a new language here, but please... just shut up if you may"

Thank you.

Another Long Hiatus

If only I have a slight hint of comprehension
I'll cease to let it be.

But until I fully understand the magnitude of the situation
I'll just keep on pretending like everything is fine and dandy.