Eiiyerr when got something impulsive to write oni ahh..the system will suddenly become VV down wan ya no.. totally DOWN nehhh.. yuckzzz
Nvm..i shall type in in MsoftWord. Pastu ambil, copy , paste bile ni system jadi baik.
Was watching A Walk To Remember a few days ago. As usual, cried when I saw the poor Shane West cry. It was a very touching &heart warming story.Again, like something u feel would never happen to you in lifetimes. Still,who knows.
After reading a number of other people’s blogs, I wonder why some go on with stuff that are like…very down..like..always complaining about stuff, and how terrible life is. Well maybe it might not be the same for everyone, but, there still are many things to thank God for ..right? this movie inspired me to write about things I like. Things that would make me happy. It need not be expensive, but simple and nice. Something like the song ‘My favorite Things’ from The Sound Of Music.
Rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Brown paper packages tied up with stings
These are a few of my favorite things
Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes
Snowflakes that stay on my nose and eye lashes
Silver white winters that melt into spring
These are a few of my favorite things
Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels
Door bells and slay bell and snitchzel with noodle
Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings
These are a few of my favorite things
When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when im feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don’t feel…soo bad..
Ok… now… about MY favorite things.haha gonna be fun. Not anything rhymy la..
I like.. polka dots, hot chocolate, dark chocolate,
dancing ladies (aka golden showers),
Sunrises, sunsets, clean towels, smiling children,
my 7 best friends, cold nights, cat fights,
a warm hand to hold, BIG BEAR HUGS, flying kisses,
lame jokes, soft curly hair, curry mee,
cheesecake, coffee, quotes by successful people,
romantic movies, jazz, 50s, 60s music, stage plays,
jazz bands, car rides, whispers, slow dances,
grooves, smiles, sleepy faces, short haircuts,
long walks, biology, people who are fleshy,
diversity, relationships, clean cuts…so on and so forth.
(ohh that reminds me, my fav actors.. happen to be those who sport short cleancuts and The nominees are : Jude Law, Hayden Christianson, Even Mcgregor, Denzel Washington, EdisonChen, Brad Pitt, John Mayer, Shane West and Adam Brody.) haha my ohh my.. what in the world am I blogging about.
Tu la.. if given a chance of doing whatever I want.. once in a while.
This here is a picture of Shane West. The guy that played Landon in A walk to Remember.and with much better acting skill if compared to Mandy Moore. Then again, why compare?
Monday, May 23, 2005
Saturday, May 21, 2005
Tentang Dia
these pass few weeks, iv been longing to go to the cinema. Not so much for Kingdom Of Heaven, Star Wars3, or any other movie that i would have wanted to watch. But since no one i knew actually liked or mentioned about wanting to watch this movie,(and the only darling that did wasnt off yet) i thought that 4 the sake of my despeation, i'd just go by myself.so there i was lining up at TGV klcc full of enthusiasm, despite me doing this all alone which is is something i have never done before, buying my ticket for the movie i literally craved to watch.
From the maker of the teen-love movie "Ada apa dengan Cinta?"
a movie about friendship, kinship, relationship,faith, hope,& love,-
Tentang Dia.
Here in this pic, the gal named Gadis. in the movie,the boyfiend that she loved very much betrayed her by making out or literally slept with her best friend. Ever since,she became very very bitter, in anguish, and began to withdraw from her fiends and family and her guy classmate Randu, who was a very popula boy in school who liked her very much. Gadis would write about her feeling to "TUHAN" on her laptop.
One day when she was driving home, sad and all,in a beautiful blue metallic Honda jazz , she accidently hit another gal on the road, a gal named Rudi who was a tomboy but loved to write song lyrics. Rudi was heavily bruised on the arm but nothing too serious.Gadis offered to clean up the wound and sent udi to he workplace. Things go on. Rudi and Gadis became VV good friends.Rudi helped Gadis re-open up to the world again. And there was Randu who also frequently visited Rudi's workplace, a road-side restaurant and hung out thee till they closed the place,often leaving untouched food. Rudi figured that Randu too was going thru a tough pace in life, and often gave him one-liners of encouragement.
Rudi was sick for a long time, down with TB i think as she often coughed out blood. Gadis did not know. Rudi cared very much about Gadis, so much that it soon lead to Gadis thinking that Rudi was a lesbian because of what Rudi often said: "i will not let anyone hurt you anymore." Gadis felt disgusted and walked away. Rudi went after her to explain.When both were at opposite sides of the road, Rudi confessed who she actually was and that she lost her younger sister who was killed by her father at a very young age, and that she only loved Gadis as a younger sister. But bacause of the heavy traffic in between them, Gadis could not hear Rudi too clearly. Rudi was very sad of what Gadis thought of her.
On her way home from work, it began to rain heavily. Rudi walked home in the rain.While she stop to open her lyrics book, she saw the photos that she and Gadis had taken together. When blown by the strong wind,one of it flew onto the road, Rudi went to pick it up, she was hit but an oncoming car, and, died.
Co-incidently Gadis on-ed the tv to the news channel the next morning. to her shock, it was broadcasting an accident that happened the night before. It was the death if Rudi. Randu too happened to be wathcing the news and got to know of Rudi's death.
Gadis was broken, having lost everyone she really cared about. He Ex, her best friend, now..Rudi. One night Randu was calling for Gadis outside her house in a pouring rain. he told her that he would never bothe her ever again if only she said that she does not like him. Gadis in return poured out eveything that was in her heart to Randu. Randu said that he promised neve to leave her. Then they both got together lohhh..
Gadis caried a box full of paper planes which she had always been making everyday when she was down up to a rooftop of a very high building. The place Rudi took her in one of their outings, a place where she thought about thingsand hung out. Their place. she emptied the box of paper planes.
It was a wonderful movie. Not as substancial as Sepet but, touching. Coz it talkes about reality. Those stories were the real things which happened to real people in real life.It also talks about having hope to face tomorrow despite what happened today.
The actors on the other hand, did it all with real emotion. Audiences would know it. Coz when you do, it shows!!
i would love to watch movies, stories told by people of their lives. about events and happenings that have made an impact on their lives. Movies that captivate me are those that would make me say, "yea, at this time this is how i felt." that would make me think "what i did to overcome those stuff", how it felt liking a person and not being liked back. or how painful and excruciating it felt when someone you truly loved diead in YOUR arms. How to be loved, and loved back. Those feelings that could not be out into words, but could immediately be identified by actions,expressions, simple gestures, and tones of you voice. i like it when actors arent to much aware of the camera, and talking as if they have succesfully momorised the script by heart, word-for-word.
Ng Choo Seong in sepet did it like Jason was HIM. the real HIM. and His friend ah Keong was also the same person in real life. They were extreamly spontaneous. It makes me think what actually dives people to the cinema to watch movies like Cinta Fotocopi, Gila-Gila pengantin etc local movies who used the 'already famous peopel to make movies. The only thing they succed in doing is increasing the actor/singers popularity, PLUS the filmmakers actually get to SELL their movie. Why then do you think they always come up with already well-known people, to draw the blur(eyes only can see 'STARS')crowd to watch their sometimes exaggeratingly BIG budget movies?? What ARE they tying to sell?? hey, dont get me wrong but if the actors can ACT ir make the viewers feel something, that is good. really good. some malay drama actors ae good, like Rosyam Nor, Jallaludin Hassan. i for one still cant get it. Someone plz tell me. You just know when u walked out of the cinema, that you have watched something worth your money.
hehehe since when did i become a movie critic? whateverrrr...
From the maker of the teen-love movie "Ada apa dengan Cinta?"
a movie about friendship, kinship, relationship,faith, hope,& love,-
Tentang Dia.
Here in this pic, the gal named Gadis. in the movie,the boyfiend that she loved very much betrayed her by making out or literally slept with her best friend. Ever since,she became very very bitter, in anguish, and began to withdraw from her fiends and family and her guy classmate Randu, who was a very popula boy in school who liked her very much. Gadis would write about her feeling to "TUHAN" on her laptop.
One day when she was driving home, sad and all,in a beautiful blue metallic Honda jazz , she accidently hit another gal on the road, a gal named Rudi who was a tomboy but loved to write song lyrics. Rudi was heavily bruised on the arm but nothing too serious.Gadis offered to clean up the wound and sent udi to he workplace. Things go on. Rudi and Gadis became VV good friends.Rudi helped Gadis re-open up to the world again. And there was Randu who also frequently visited Rudi's workplace, a road-side restaurant and hung out thee till they closed the place,often leaving untouched food. Rudi figured that Randu too was going thru a tough pace in life, and often gave him one-liners of encouragement.
Rudi was sick for a long time, down with TB i think as she often coughed out blood. Gadis did not know. Rudi cared very much about Gadis, so much that it soon lead to Gadis thinking that Rudi was a lesbian because of what Rudi often said: "i will not let anyone hurt you anymore." Gadis felt disgusted and walked away. Rudi went after her to explain.When both were at opposite sides of the road, Rudi confessed who she actually was and that she lost her younger sister who was killed by her father at a very young age, and that she only loved Gadis as a younger sister. But bacause of the heavy traffic in between them, Gadis could not hear Rudi too clearly. Rudi was very sad of what Gadis thought of her.
On her way home from work, it began to rain heavily. Rudi walked home in the rain.While she stop to open her lyrics book, she saw the photos that she and Gadis had taken together. When blown by the strong wind,one of it flew onto the road, Rudi went to pick it up, she was hit but an oncoming car, and, died.
Co-incidently Gadis on-ed the tv to the news channel the next morning. to her shock, it was broadcasting an accident that happened the night before. It was the death if Rudi. Randu too happened to be wathcing the news and got to know of Rudi's death.
Gadis was broken, having lost everyone she really cared about. He Ex, her best friend, now..Rudi. One night Randu was calling for Gadis outside her house in a pouring rain. he told her that he would never bothe her ever again if only she said that she does not like him. Gadis in return poured out eveything that was in her heart to Randu. Randu said that he promised neve to leave her. Then they both got together lohhh..
Gadis caried a box full of paper planes which she had always been making everyday when she was down up to a rooftop of a very high building. The place Rudi took her in one of their outings, a place where she thought about thingsand hung out. Their place. she emptied the box of paper planes.
It was a wonderful movie. Not as substancial as Sepet but, touching. Coz it talkes about reality. Those stories were the real things which happened to real people in real life.It also talks about having hope to face tomorrow despite what happened today.
The actors on the other hand, did it all with real emotion. Audiences would know it. Coz when you do, it shows!!
i would love to watch movies, stories told by people of their lives. about events and happenings that have made an impact on their lives. Movies that captivate me are those that would make me say, "yea, at this time this is how i felt." that would make me think "what i did to overcome those stuff", how it felt liking a person and not being liked back. or how painful and excruciating it felt when someone you truly loved diead in YOUR arms. How to be loved, and loved back. Those feelings that could not be out into words, but could immediately be identified by actions,expressions, simple gestures, and tones of you voice. i like it when actors arent to much aware of the camera, and talking as if they have succesfully momorised the script by heart, word-for-word.
Ng Choo Seong in sepet did it like Jason was HIM. the real HIM. and His friend ah Keong was also the same person in real life. They were extreamly spontaneous. It makes me think what actually dives people to the cinema to watch movies like Cinta Fotocopi, Gila-Gila pengantin etc local movies who used the 'already famous peopel to make movies. The only thing they succed in doing is increasing the actor/singers popularity, PLUS the filmmakers actually get to SELL their movie. Why then do you think they always come up with already well-known people, to draw the blur(eyes only can see 'STARS')crowd to watch their sometimes exaggeratingly BIG budget movies?? What ARE they tying to sell?? hey, dont get me wrong but if the actors can ACT ir make the viewers feel something, that is good. really good. some malay drama actors ae good, like Rosyam Nor, Jallaludin Hassan. i for one still cant get it. Someone plz tell me. You just know when u walked out of the cinema, that you have watched something worth your money.
hehehe since when did i become a movie critic? whateverrrr...
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Something Sincere
hahah wow.. i couldnt help but spend a minute just laughing at this lil boy. He's seen poking at the older kids in the truck..before school got to him. I wonder what on earth was going on on this lil guy's brains at the moment. Where did he pick up the guts to do that? Or was it his only of showing the bigger kids "who was boss" ? haha
All those things where gone, once we grew up. Imagine him all grown up, with cloths on ofcourse, i bet you woudlnt get to see anything more interesting than this.
mahnn..
i just finished my Bio1- okla, and Maths1 - totally suckz coz 1.not enough to finish 2.left my "maths-doing brains" at home.. and forgot to bring it when i really needed it. *sighhhhh*
99% gotta resit end on the year lahh..
something really weird has happened to me. counting from 10am on 17/5 until 6pm 18/5. After asking God for some really urgent sleep, i managed to have 1 hour sleep. that was from 5.30am-6.30am this morning. i woke up feeling alright, went through a day of 2 papers ok, reach home at 5pm today feeling not bad. on my way back from college, i even considered the idea of sleeping pills. At least 1/2 of it would do la. Just needed some sleep. to my success, without the pills but with some prayer, i managed to do a 6pm-8pm just now. Thank you Lord. I could do with more later.
i wonder,if a situation of shock and anxiety could have been the cause of this. nvm.
i thought id treat myself to a bit of The Storyteller.
This time, she wrote on her favorite quotes from all time greatest artists.
MY favs :
"There are no rules for good photographs, there are only good photographs." - Ansel Adams
"Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better." - Andre Gide
and from The Storyteller herself>
"I believe that the great artists in the history of mankind were able to produce such inspired works of art because they saw the Words, heard the Sounds and felt the Love. And that unlike most of us, they looked and listened with clear, sincere hearts." - Yasmin Ahmad
The saying of not letting other define you,finally hit me as a real truth. And neither does your vocation, what you are good at doing. I think it is what you desire to do having looked into yourself deep enough, and knowing yourself well enough. Sincerity, now, is easier to stumble upon than to go looking for it. Coz i doubt you would find it. The best of it is heartfelt, seen in actions & unspoken.
I think Yasmin Ahmad portrayed her sincerity and understanding of life by making Sepet.& I bet this photographer was sincere when he took this picture of the lil guy bumming around.
All those things where gone, once we grew up. Imagine him all grown up, with cloths on ofcourse, i bet you woudlnt get to see anything more interesting than this.
mahnn..
i just finished my Bio1- okla, and Maths1 - totally suckz coz 1.not enough to finish 2.left my "maths-doing brains" at home.. and forgot to bring it when i really needed it. *sighhhhh*
99% gotta resit end on the year lahh..
something really weird has happened to me. counting from 10am on 17/5 until 6pm 18/5. After asking God for some really urgent sleep, i managed to have 1 hour sleep. that was from 5.30am-6.30am this morning. i woke up feeling alright, went through a day of 2 papers ok, reach home at 5pm today feeling not bad. on my way back from college, i even considered the idea of sleeping pills. At least 1/2 of it would do la. Just needed some sleep. to my success, without the pills but with some prayer, i managed to do a 6pm-8pm just now. Thank you Lord. I could do with more later.
i wonder,if a situation of shock and anxiety could have been the cause of this. nvm.
i thought id treat myself to a bit of The Storyteller.
This time, she wrote on her favorite quotes from all time greatest artists.
MY favs :
"There are no rules for good photographs, there are only good photographs." - Ansel Adams
"Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better." - Andre Gide
and from The Storyteller herself>
"I believe that the great artists in the history of mankind were able to produce such inspired works of art because they saw the Words, heard the Sounds and felt the Love. And that unlike most of us, they looked and listened with clear, sincere hearts." - Yasmin Ahmad
The saying of not letting other define you,finally hit me as a real truth. And neither does your vocation, what you are good at doing. I think it is what you desire to do having looked into yourself deep enough, and knowing yourself well enough. Sincerity, now, is easier to stumble upon than to go looking for it. Coz i doubt you would find it. The best of it is heartfelt, seen in actions & unspoken.
I think Yasmin Ahmad portrayed her sincerity and understanding of life by making Sepet.& I bet this photographer was sincere when he took this picture of the lil guy bumming around.
Saturday, May 14, 2005
The carebears-one of my favourite cartoons
Thinking about this brings back soooo many memories.Wherever good feelings are nurtured and shared! Care-a-lot is where the Care Bears live. It's a star-speckled, rainbow-trimmed, cotton candy, cloud world that's as brightly beautiful as a summer sunset and as snug and loving as a mother's hug. Care-a-lot is a child's weightless wonderland—a "positively anything's possible" kind of place and a perfect playland. In the heart of Care-a-lot is Care-a-lot Castle, where the Care Bears gather to help others. It's home to the "Hall of the Heart", a beautiful gallery where the Care Bears meet around a heart-shaped table.
Where's Care-a-lot? It's here, it's there, it's everywhere there are hearts that love and those who care!
There was Braveheart, Tenderheart,Cheer bear, Champ bear, and Friend bear ...they would do the Care-Bear-Stare and force back all evil. And also the Care bear count down 4-3-2-1.
They were the SUPERSTARS of the 1980s. One of my favourtie cartoons besides Jem, My Little Pony, Moondreamers, Transformers, Gummy Bears, Gumby, Sesame Street, The Smurfs, and Noddy!
It has been a long week thats coming to an end pretty soon. I got all my resluts which were not as bad as i thought it would be, but still, bad.
Supposed to go clubbin' right now, but went to Alexis to chill instead.It was a time of sharing many truths about each other. We played a tivia game, that anyone could ask anything about anybody with an honest answe in return. Ofcoz we could pass if we really didnt want to answer.Between a special 2 of us, we discussed on things about each other. ans came to some conclusions. We reached a good agreement and that things would have to wait till both of us are a bit more grown up and also for me to finish my course. In ou story, it was as if it was picked right out of a review, the one i last posted. "How odd is it that one could find empathy with someone of a completely different race?" Its all about subjectivity, about the person.
iv spent many days thinking and rethinking, and re- rethinking about this. Should pause fo a month till the exams finish. We will wait and see.
Care bear ....STARE!!!!!!
Where's Care-a-lot? It's here, it's there, it's everywhere there are hearts that love and those who care!
There was Braveheart, Tenderheart,Cheer bear, Champ bear, and Friend bear ...they would do the Care-Bear-Stare and force back all evil. And also the Care bear count down 4-3-2-1.
They were the SUPERSTARS of the 1980s. One of my favourtie cartoons besides Jem, My Little Pony, Moondreamers, Transformers, Gummy Bears, Gumby, Sesame Street, The Smurfs, and Noddy!
It has been a long week thats coming to an end pretty soon. I got all my resluts which were not as bad as i thought it would be, but still, bad.
Supposed to go clubbin' right now, but went to Alexis to chill instead.It was a time of sharing many truths about each other. We played a tivia game, that anyone could ask anything about anybody with an honest answe in return. Ofcoz we could pass if we really didnt want to answer.Between a special 2 of us, we discussed on things about each other. ans came to some conclusions. We reached a good agreement and that things would have to wait till both of us are a bit more grown up and also for me to finish my course. In ou story, it was as if it was picked right out of a review, the one i last posted. "How odd is it that one could find empathy with someone of a completely different race?" Its all about subjectivity, about the person.
iv spent many days thinking and rethinking, and re- rethinking about this. Should pause fo a month till the exams finish. We will wait and see.
Care bear ....STARE!!!!!!
Wednesday, May 11, 2005
sepet-eyes wide open
This, again is one if the review articles from Kakiseni.com about the movie Sepet. (i just love the movie)
what caught and got me glued to this atricle was the way the write explained the word "sepet", how it has become a trademark fo particularly chinese guys. How it has come to define and distinguish people in society. a lot of it has been my unspoken thoughts. Here it goes:
Eyes Wide Open
Yasmin Ahmad’s Sepet looks at the romantic possiblities of colour-blind love
Sepet: to possess single eyelids, or used pejoratively, slit-eyed. The condition of being slit-eyed sometimes goes beyond its physical designations to enforce racial stereotypes. The sepet person is associated with certain personality traits: either a shifty inscrutability (you can’t read the person’s eyes), or handicapped by narrow-mindedness (surely someone with eyes like that is bound to have a limited field of vision).
There is much to be said about how sepet-ness is employed to categorise the racial Other. In Malaysia, for example, where the Malays form the dominant race, the otherness of the Chinese is expressed not via skin colour (having fair skin is still considered a virtue; compare the damning ‘hitam legam’, neutral ‘sawo matang’ and the almost-euphemistic ‘hitam manis’ with the praiseworthy ‘putih bersih’, ‘putih melepak’ and ‘putih berseri’) but by other physiognomic features, like the aforementioned ‘sepet’.
Sepet is also the name of a film by director Yasmin Ahmad. It concerns the romance between an 19-year-old Chinese illegal VCD seller, Jason (Ng Choo Seong) and Orked (Sharifah Amani), a 16-year-old Malay schoolgirl.
The film opens with a scene of Jason reading poetry, in Chinese, to his Peranakan mother. This scene sets the tone for the rest of the film: it turns out that the poem was written by an Indian poet (one assumes it to be Tagore), and Jason’s mother makes a remark on how odd it is that one can find empathy with someone of a completely different race. There’s a certain tinge of clumsy speechifying going on here, and one senses that the director is eager to establish her humanist credentials at this point.
But of course there’s more to the scene than that. Asian mothers always possess strange prophetic gifts, and in true mulut masin fashion, Jason is to discover that not only is empathy possible between people of different races, but also ta-da: love! One busy day among the bustle of Ipoh’s street markets, Orked visits his makeshift stall and makes some enquiries about Wong Kar Wai movies. Their exchange is brief, but long enough for them to be caught in the cross-hairs of Cupid’s crossbow.
It is to the director’s credit that she refuses to rationalise the instant attraction between her two leads: it is not the product of some deep-rooted scar (nobody was molested by a babysitter of another race, for example) or a superficial taste for the exotic. Of course one can do some lazy pop-psychology and state that Orked’s attraction towards Jason is an extension of her idol-worship of Jap-Chinese cutie, Takeshi Kaneshiro. But infatuation rarely blossoms into the kind of romance the two find themselves in, filled with the flush of endearments like ‘sayang’ and desolate pillow-burying sobs.
Much of the criticism of inter-racial relationships is that they are built on the fantasy of stereotypes. The White Knight. The Oriental Kitten. The Hypermasculine Indian Man. The Sopan-santun Malay Woman. There is always a lingering suspicion among its detractors that the glorification of the Other is accompanied by some level of ethnic self-loathing: The Redneck. The Personality-Deficient Wife. The Serve-Thy-Lord-and-Master Husband. Or quite simply, ‘He/she who reminds me too much of my father/mother’. This is when love is perceived as pathological, as a kind of fetish, because it involves objectification.
The point that Sepet makes is that quite often, inter-racial relationships happen precisely because of an inverse scenario: what the two leads are interested in is each other’s subjectivity. If the skin is a garment, then like all genuine and frantic lovers, they are more interested in what lies beneath. They do not, in other words, obsess about the texture of silk stockings or the smell of briefs.
The director makes a few other points too: racial categories are descriptive, not prescriptive, and even when they describe they are woefully inadequate. When you have a Peranakan in the cast, you know that’s always a big Up Yours to strict Chinese/Malay classifications. Orked’s maid (played to earthy perfection by Adibah Noor) listens to Thai pop songs. She duets to a Chinese song with Orked’s mother (Ida Nerina), a Cantonese serial addict. Who often converses with her husband (Harith Iskandar) in a mixture of English and Malay.
Sometimes, though, the film loses control of its own political subtext and the dreaded message starts to rear its ungainly head. And thus we have a long explication on the genesis of the Peranakans, and speculation on the racial identities of the legendary Malaccan heroes. We also have Orked explaining Franz Fanon to her friend, which does make her character come across as precociously intelligent, but also makes her sound like she’s spelling out the movie’s manifesto.
In my opinion, the scenes that really embody the complexities of living in a multiracial society like Malaysia are the ones that are wordless. A particular scene comes to mind: Jason selects a song on his karaoke player – that classic whose lyrics go along the lines of, ‘Dia datang, dengan lenggang-lengguknya’. The intro sounds like something on Middle Eastern strings, and he’s miming air guitar to it. He freestyles to the music, his arms spread wide, hands flapping, making ducking movements. You might ask, how does this Chinese boy dance to this Malay music? Or rather, how does anyone dance to this music at all?
But it’s happening, before your very eyes. Jason’s friends ignore him, as if this is a routine they’re used to, or they’re deliberately ignoring his impish appeal for attention. The fascinating thing about the dance is that it’s impossible to tell if it’s parody or tribute; the expression on Jason’s face is a curious mixture of self-absorption and mock-seriousness. If it’s mockery, then is the gesture racist, the way people make fun of Indian dance by trying to move their heads in a horizontal plane or refer to lion dance as ‘tong-tong-chang’? If it’s not, then isn’t this one strange boy? But you watch him dance again and you think, who cares, it’s a body that’s moving to music, and it’s communicating such joy, and perhaps that’s what matters.
Ng Choo Seong delivers a natural, charming performance as Jason, although one might quibble a little with his sophisticated English diction. He is ably matched by Sharifah Amani, who manages to segue into headstrong and wistful modes with equal ease. The director’s choice of locations reveal an indisputable affection for the city of Ipoh, with its street vendors, generic fast-food chains, old-world photo studios and frenzied traffic.
I feel lucky, and I’m not gloating here, that I was able to attend a private screening of the uncut version of Sepet. I had been told that one of the censors’ consternations involved the fact that Orked had not broached the subject of Jason converting to Islam, and thus proceeded along their dogmatic agenda by circumcising the film eight times. There will be those who will consider Sepet a film that stretches plausibility, avoiding the ‘realities’ of inter-racial relationships. Where are the parental oppositions? How convenient to have authority figures who are liberal-minded. What happened to the inevitable, crashing realisation of cultural incompatibilities? Who will sembahyangkan whom?
Yasmin Ahmad will, of course, be accused of a rose-tinted utopianism. One function of art is of course to reflect reality as we know it. But another much-neglected function is to propose other realities, to portray the exceptions, because these lead us to imagining possibilities. I think there are parts of Sepet where the sentimentality or grandstanding could have been restrained. But I still believe it represents a landmark attempt at articulating the subject of a multiracial Malaysia.
In one scene of Sepet, Jason asks Orked about the decline of Malay cinema from its gilang-gemilang heydays. I recall a scene from P. Ramlee’s Ali Baba Bujang Lapuk, where Leng Husain basically performed a yellowface act (much like Paul Runi and Loiuse Rainer in ‘The Good Earth’) as a cobbler credited as ‘Apek Tukang Kasut’. The famous scene involves Sarimah leading the blindfolded Apek through the streets of Baghdad. They sing a duet, and much of its humour lies in the Apek’s exaggerated Chinese accent (one of his lines go: ‘semua hitam lagi banyak gulap, macham olang Habsyi negeli Alab’).
Contrast this with one indelible scene from Sepet, during the moment right after Jason’s first encounter with Orked. The historical blindfold is off. A medium shot of Jason, with his undeniably Sepet eyes, the very symbols of inscrutability, even hostility. But the expression conveyed on his face, via those eyes, is unmistakable. Curiosity, enchantment, yearning – the boy is lovestruck. At this moment, I would like to think that Malaysian cinema (or at least the films made by Malay directors) has come of age, because we are looking through his eyes.
what caught and got me glued to this atricle was the way the write explained the word "sepet", how it has become a trademark fo particularly chinese guys. How it has come to define and distinguish people in society. a lot of it has been my unspoken thoughts. Here it goes:
Eyes Wide Open
Yasmin Ahmad’s Sepet looks at the romantic possiblities of colour-blind love
Sepet: to possess single eyelids, or used pejoratively, slit-eyed. The condition of being slit-eyed sometimes goes beyond its physical designations to enforce racial stereotypes. The sepet person is associated with certain personality traits: either a shifty inscrutability (you can’t read the person’s eyes), or handicapped by narrow-mindedness (surely someone with eyes like that is bound to have a limited field of vision).
There is much to be said about how sepet-ness is employed to categorise the racial Other. In Malaysia, for example, where the Malays form the dominant race, the otherness of the Chinese is expressed not via skin colour (having fair skin is still considered a virtue; compare the damning ‘hitam legam’, neutral ‘sawo matang’ and the almost-euphemistic ‘hitam manis’ with the praiseworthy ‘putih bersih’, ‘putih melepak’ and ‘putih berseri’) but by other physiognomic features, like the aforementioned ‘sepet’.
Sepet is also the name of a film by director Yasmin Ahmad. It concerns the romance between an 19-year-old Chinese illegal VCD seller, Jason (Ng Choo Seong) and Orked (Sharifah Amani), a 16-year-old Malay schoolgirl.
The film opens with a scene of Jason reading poetry, in Chinese, to his Peranakan mother. This scene sets the tone for the rest of the film: it turns out that the poem was written by an Indian poet (one assumes it to be Tagore), and Jason’s mother makes a remark on how odd it is that one can find empathy with someone of a completely different race. There’s a certain tinge of clumsy speechifying going on here, and one senses that the director is eager to establish her humanist credentials at this point.
But of course there’s more to the scene than that. Asian mothers always possess strange prophetic gifts, and in true mulut masin fashion, Jason is to discover that not only is empathy possible between people of different races, but also ta-da: love! One busy day among the bustle of Ipoh’s street markets, Orked visits his makeshift stall and makes some enquiries about Wong Kar Wai movies. Their exchange is brief, but long enough for them to be caught in the cross-hairs of Cupid’s crossbow.
It is to the director’s credit that she refuses to rationalise the instant attraction between her two leads: it is not the product of some deep-rooted scar (nobody was molested by a babysitter of another race, for example) or a superficial taste for the exotic. Of course one can do some lazy pop-psychology and state that Orked’s attraction towards Jason is an extension of her idol-worship of Jap-Chinese cutie, Takeshi Kaneshiro. But infatuation rarely blossoms into the kind of romance the two find themselves in, filled with the flush of endearments like ‘sayang’ and desolate pillow-burying sobs.
Much of the criticism of inter-racial relationships is that they are built on the fantasy of stereotypes. The White Knight. The Oriental Kitten. The Hypermasculine Indian Man. The Sopan-santun Malay Woman. There is always a lingering suspicion among its detractors that the glorification of the Other is accompanied by some level of ethnic self-loathing: The Redneck. The Personality-Deficient Wife. The Serve-Thy-Lord-and-Master Husband. Or quite simply, ‘He/she who reminds me too much of my father/mother’. This is when love is perceived as pathological, as a kind of fetish, because it involves objectification.
The point that Sepet makes is that quite often, inter-racial relationships happen precisely because of an inverse scenario: what the two leads are interested in is each other’s subjectivity. If the skin is a garment, then like all genuine and frantic lovers, they are more interested in what lies beneath. They do not, in other words, obsess about the texture of silk stockings or the smell of briefs.
The director makes a few other points too: racial categories are descriptive, not prescriptive, and even when they describe they are woefully inadequate. When you have a Peranakan in the cast, you know that’s always a big Up Yours to strict Chinese/Malay classifications. Orked’s maid (played to earthy perfection by Adibah Noor) listens to Thai pop songs. She duets to a Chinese song with Orked’s mother (Ida Nerina), a Cantonese serial addict. Who often converses with her husband (Harith Iskandar) in a mixture of English and Malay.
Sometimes, though, the film loses control of its own political subtext and the dreaded message starts to rear its ungainly head. And thus we have a long explication on the genesis of the Peranakans, and speculation on the racial identities of the legendary Malaccan heroes. We also have Orked explaining Franz Fanon to her friend, which does make her character come across as precociously intelligent, but also makes her sound like she’s spelling out the movie’s manifesto.
In my opinion, the scenes that really embody the complexities of living in a multiracial society like Malaysia are the ones that are wordless. A particular scene comes to mind: Jason selects a song on his karaoke player – that classic whose lyrics go along the lines of, ‘Dia datang, dengan lenggang-lengguknya’. The intro sounds like something on Middle Eastern strings, and he’s miming air guitar to it. He freestyles to the music, his arms spread wide, hands flapping, making ducking movements. You might ask, how does this Chinese boy dance to this Malay music? Or rather, how does anyone dance to this music at all?
But it’s happening, before your very eyes. Jason’s friends ignore him, as if this is a routine they’re used to, or they’re deliberately ignoring his impish appeal for attention. The fascinating thing about the dance is that it’s impossible to tell if it’s parody or tribute; the expression on Jason’s face is a curious mixture of self-absorption and mock-seriousness. If it’s mockery, then is the gesture racist, the way people make fun of Indian dance by trying to move their heads in a horizontal plane or refer to lion dance as ‘tong-tong-chang’? If it’s not, then isn’t this one strange boy? But you watch him dance again and you think, who cares, it’s a body that’s moving to music, and it’s communicating such joy, and perhaps that’s what matters.
Ng Choo Seong delivers a natural, charming performance as Jason, although one might quibble a little with his sophisticated English diction. He is ably matched by Sharifah Amani, who manages to segue into headstrong and wistful modes with equal ease. The director’s choice of locations reveal an indisputable affection for the city of Ipoh, with its street vendors, generic fast-food chains, old-world photo studios and frenzied traffic.
I feel lucky, and I’m not gloating here, that I was able to attend a private screening of the uncut version of Sepet. I had been told that one of the censors’ consternations involved the fact that Orked had not broached the subject of Jason converting to Islam, and thus proceeded along their dogmatic agenda by circumcising the film eight times. There will be those who will consider Sepet a film that stretches plausibility, avoiding the ‘realities’ of inter-racial relationships. Where are the parental oppositions? How convenient to have authority figures who are liberal-minded. What happened to the inevitable, crashing realisation of cultural incompatibilities? Who will sembahyangkan whom?
Yasmin Ahmad will, of course, be accused of a rose-tinted utopianism. One function of art is of course to reflect reality as we know it. But another much-neglected function is to propose other realities, to portray the exceptions, because these lead us to imagining possibilities. I think there are parts of Sepet where the sentimentality or grandstanding could have been restrained. But I still believe it represents a landmark attempt at articulating the subject of a multiracial Malaysia.
In one scene of Sepet, Jason asks Orked about the decline of Malay cinema from its gilang-gemilang heydays. I recall a scene from P. Ramlee’s Ali Baba Bujang Lapuk, where Leng Husain basically performed a yellowface act (much like Paul Runi and Loiuse Rainer in ‘The Good Earth’) as a cobbler credited as ‘Apek Tukang Kasut’. The famous scene involves Sarimah leading the blindfolded Apek through the streets of Baghdad. They sing a duet, and much of its humour lies in the Apek’s exaggerated Chinese accent (one of his lines go: ‘semua hitam lagi banyak gulap, macham olang Habsyi negeli Alab’).
Contrast this with one indelible scene from Sepet, during the moment right after Jason’s first encounter with Orked. The historical blindfold is off. A medium shot of Jason, with his undeniably Sepet eyes, the very symbols of inscrutability, even hostility. But the expression conveyed on his face, via those eyes, is unmistakable. Curiosity, enchantment, yearning – the boy is lovestruck. At this moment, I would like to think that Malaysian cinema (or at least the films made by Malay directors) has come of age, because we are looking through his eyes.
ohhh musnt miss this: LOve On Trail
kkk.. this is the post from Yasmin Ahmad's own blog with i wanted to put here as a keepsake.i forgot about it but stubbled accross it at Kakiseni.com, so i thought, might as well.. its a wonderful piece of reality. and people who never got a taste of it. so all of this is from Kakiseni.com
Love On Trial
We the rakyat, as represented by the Censorship Board, are being spared of Yasmin Ahmad's new film Sepet, which features - god forbid! - interracial romance. It does not seem to matter that every year, we the rakyat have also seen many of Yasmin Ahmad's famously muhibbah Petronas advertisements on TV, with their interracial teenage romance and interracial neighbourliness.
Following her previous film Rabun, about the love between an elderly Malay couple, Yasmin, the romantic with an edge, have decided to make Sepet.
Here's the cute synopsis from the website: "19-year old Ah Loong is in charge of a stall selling pirated vcd's. Contrary to what you might expect someone of his social standing to be, Ah Loong is an incurable romantic with an unlikely hobby - he loves to read and write poetry. Quite content to carry on being the Romeo of the slums, Ah Loong's life takes a sudden turn one day when a 16-year old Malay schoolgirl arrives at his stall in search of Wong Kar-Wai's films."
Sepet won the Best ASEAN Feature at the recent Malaysian Video Awards, and has been invited to the San Francisco International Film Festival, Barcelona Asian Film Festival, and Creteil International Women Directors Festival. But our National Censorship Board has imposed nine cuts on the film. If the filmmakers fail to cooperate, the film will be banned.
The following is an account, in Yasmin's own words, of what happened during the appeal with the censors. -- ed.
~ ~ ~
There were, if my memory serves me, 12 people in that viewing theatre.
Somewhere in the middle of "Sepet", Jins Shamsuddin, a panel member who was nodding off at the back, was rudely awakened by the thud-thud-crash of his own songkok falling on the wooden floor. He bolted up, his severely thinning hair sticking out in all directions, looked around in slow-motion like a camel, picked up his songkok, slumped back into his seat, and went back to sleep.
As soon as the screening was over, the only woman in the appeal panel stood up, teary-eyed, and said, "Puan Yasmin, I enjoyed that film very much. Thank you both for making it. Congratulations."
My producer and I muttered under our breath, "Alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah."
Next in line was a Chinese man in his 50's.
"That's not a Malay movie or a Chinese movie or an Indian movie," he declared, "That's a Malaysian movie."
Rosnah and I heaved a big sigh of relief. Clearly, we were counting our chickens before they were hatched, because from then onwards, it went downhill.
"Why didn't you bring up the issue of religion?"
"Why didn't she try to convert him? The Malays would have liked that."
"Why did you make her walk into a Chinese restaurant where non-halal food was probably served?"
"If she's supposed to be liberal, why did you make her wear baju kurung all the time?"
"A long time ago, the Malay people had two bad habits. The men liked to lie down on the floor wearing only sarongs, exposing their tummies, while the women liked to waste time picking lice from each other's hair. Are you trying to revive these old habits?"
And of course, their coup de grace, articulated by someone called Abdul Aziz:
"We represent the rakyat (the people). We showed your film to some members of the rakyat, and I'm afraid the verdict was not favourable. They want your film stopped."
To which I replied, "My mother always tells me that my rezeki (my lot in life) is in the hands of Allah, and not in the hands of people like you or anyone else."
And on that note, Rosnah and I thanked them, and bade our farewell.
The final verdict has YET to be made.
THis was the reality Yasmin Ahamd had to face before we even got to watch the movie. But however the matters of the heart triumphed.
Love On Trial
We the rakyat, as represented by the Censorship Board, are being spared of Yasmin Ahmad's new film Sepet, which features - god forbid! - interracial romance. It does not seem to matter that every year, we the rakyat have also seen many of Yasmin Ahmad's famously muhibbah Petronas advertisements on TV, with their interracial teenage romance and interracial neighbourliness.
Following her previous film Rabun, about the love between an elderly Malay couple, Yasmin, the romantic with an edge, have decided to make Sepet.
Here's the cute synopsis from the website: "19-year old Ah Loong is in charge of a stall selling pirated vcd's. Contrary to what you might expect someone of his social standing to be, Ah Loong is an incurable romantic with an unlikely hobby - he loves to read and write poetry. Quite content to carry on being the Romeo of the slums, Ah Loong's life takes a sudden turn one day when a 16-year old Malay schoolgirl arrives at his stall in search of Wong Kar-Wai's films."
Sepet won the Best ASEAN Feature at the recent Malaysian Video Awards, and has been invited to the San Francisco International Film Festival, Barcelona Asian Film Festival, and Creteil International Women Directors Festival. But our National Censorship Board has imposed nine cuts on the film. If the filmmakers fail to cooperate, the film will be banned.
The following is an account, in Yasmin's own words, of what happened during the appeal with the censors. -- ed.
~ ~ ~
There were, if my memory serves me, 12 people in that viewing theatre.
Somewhere in the middle of "Sepet", Jins Shamsuddin, a panel member who was nodding off at the back, was rudely awakened by the thud-thud-crash of his own songkok falling on the wooden floor. He bolted up, his severely thinning hair sticking out in all directions, looked around in slow-motion like a camel, picked up his songkok, slumped back into his seat, and went back to sleep.
As soon as the screening was over, the only woman in the appeal panel stood up, teary-eyed, and said, "Puan Yasmin, I enjoyed that film very much. Thank you both for making it. Congratulations."
My producer and I muttered under our breath, "Alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah, alhamdulillah."
Next in line was a Chinese man in his 50's.
"That's not a Malay movie or a Chinese movie or an Indian movie," he declared, "That's a Malaysian movie."
Rosnah and I heaved a big sigh of relief. Clearly, we were counting our chickens before they were hatched, because from then onwards, it went downhill.
"Why didn't you bring up the issue of religion?"
"Why didn't she try to convert him? The Malays would have liked that."
"Why did you make her walk into a Chinese restaurant where non-halal food was probably served?"
"If she's supposed to be liberal, why did you make her wear baju kurung all the time?"
"A long time ago, the Malay people had two bad habits. The men liked to lie down on the floor wearing only sarongs, exposing their tummies, while the women liked to waste time picking lice from each other's hair. Are you trying to revive these old habits?"
And of course, their coup de grace, articulated by someone called Abdul Aziz:
"We represent the rakyat (the people). We showed your film to some members of the rakyat, and I'm afraid the verdict was not favourable. They want your film stopped."
To which I replied, "My mother always tells me that my rezeki (my lot in life) is in the hands of Allah, and not in the hands of people like you or anyone else."
And on that note, Rosnah and I thanked them, and bade our farewell.
The final verdict has YET to be made.
THis was the reality Yasmin Ahamd had to face before we even got to watch the movie. But however the matters of the heart triumphed.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
jason and orked. another wonderful piece
hehe now how cute is this?? This is adorable and very touching at the same time. its like..."wah.. the guy like her so much sampai wanna wear t-shirt with her face on it.." then again, best on-screen couple mahh..
People in advertising really can do wonders. i wonder..in real life, how many people have been through or are even living this same story. i for one am. and boy, is it interesting, confusing, and wonderful. hmmm lost for words la.
The movie makes it look so simple. For one, there no opposition of WHAT SO EVER from boths sides of the family. Thrue la coz, ae u gonna marry the person or their family.
But to think again, i think its both. When u marry, u mary INTO the family, and thus the relationships between every member counts. Even if u decide to stay apart from the in-laws, still , u'v caused a drift between family bonds. If only every one was as thoughtful and as understanding rite. aihhhh wat 2 do??? Can i just wait and see? Or must i choose what i want to see? *oh im darn full after those Mcds*
got my Mechanics trial results today. was ok, but with a lot of bonus marks la.. if not, i really dont know what would have been the out come.Bio 1 and Maths 1 will be in exactly one week. and im planning to go check out a club in KL on friday. hmm exams next week + clubbing on friday?? what the????
People in advertising really can do wonders. i wonder..in real life, how many people have been through or are even living this same story. i for one am. and boy, is it interesting, confusing, and wonderful. hmmm lost for words la.
The movie makes it look so simple. For one, there no opposition of WHAT SO EVER from boths sides of the family. Thrue la coz, ae u gonna marry the person or their family.
But to think again, i think its both. When u marry, u mary INTO the family, and thus the relationships between every member counts. Even if u decide to stay apart from the in-laws, still , u'v caused a drift between family bonds. If only every one was as thoughtful and as understanding rite. aihhhh wat 2 do??? Can i just wait and see? Or must i choose what i want to see? *oh im darn full after those Mcds*
got my Mechanics trial results today. was ok, but with a lot of bonus marks la.. if not, i really dont know what would have been the out come.Bio 1 and Maths 1 will be in exactly one week. and im planning to go check out a club in KL on friday. hmm exams next week + clubbing on friday?? what the????
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Sana'y Wala Nang Wakas
Sana'y Wala. As most of the fans call it, is one of the most popular Philipino soap operas that has ever been shown on tv. Kristine Hermosa played Arabella Gracie Garcia and Jericho Rosales played Christian Soriano in this last drama. They played lovers which faced the wicked game of fate, love and faithfulness. Also anothe good-lookin that was in the drama was Diether Ocampo(Leo Madrigal).
Kristine and Jericho were paired up before in Pangako Sa Yo which was also a hit that i missed. Kristine and Jericho were also a real life couple before and during Pangako SaYo, but had already split during Sana'y Wala. so sad.. but they still made a teific on-sceen couple. one of my favourites besides Jason and Orked in Sepet. hehe
i went to titiwangsa for a jog at 7am this morning...was a different thing for me to do. it was pretty refreshing. i thought it would be good to restart an old but good habit of jogging on saturday mornings.had a 15 min jog, 1/2 hr walk, and spent the next hour watching a tennis match played by a goup of 8 old men who ae super skilfull whom ive seen playing there every saturday since i was 14years old. it was a nice morning.
later this evening, i went to a exschool frens gathering. We all once belonged to the Batu3 third Scout troope that once shone with success at evey camping-campfire event. due to some issues, near to 3/4 of the people left.After 4years,The troope is curently in the dumps with no seniors left to teach. We gathered today, to ask each other of our opinion on whether to return to the troope, to get it standing again. If we go, its all 20 or more of us going back 'home' at once. The decision...a weeks time from now. More thinking has to be done. But, fo me, i want to go home.The home which i loved,loved me, and in which all shared love.
Kristine and Jericho were paired up before in Pangako Sa Yo which was also a hit that i missed. Kristine and Jericho were also a real life couple before and during Pangako SaYo, but had already split during Sana'y Wala. so sad.. but they still made a teific on-sceen couple. one of my favourites besides Jason and Orked in Sepet. hehe
i went to titiwangsa for a jog at 7am this morning...was a different thing for me to do. it was pretty refreshing. i thought it would be good to restart an old but good habit of jogging on saturday mornings.had a 15 min jog, 1/2 hr walk, and spent the next hour watching a tennis match played by a goup of 8 old men who ae super skilfull whom ive seen playing there every saturday since i was 14years old. it was a nice morning.
later this evening, i went to a exschool frens gathering. We all once belonged to the Batu3 third Scout troope that once shone with success at evey camping-campfire event. due to some issues, near to 3/4 of the people left.After 4years,The troope is curently in the dumps with no seniors left to teach. We gathered today, to ask each other of our opinion on whether to return to the troope, to get it standing again. If we go, its all 20 or more of us going back 'home' at once. The decision...a weeks time from now. More thinking has to be done. But, fo me, i want to go home.The home which i loved,loved me, and in which all shared love.
Friday, May 06, 2005
Bukan main punya Immitation.. Salute!!
the original read:
SEPET
one chinese boy ... one malay girl... one unforgettable love story...
well this is it as far as i remember..
but take a look at this one i found on the blod the women herself PnYasmin ahmad;s blog..
one chinese goy..one chinese girl.. one immitation love story...
this is by far one of the COOLEST immitations i've ever seen.. Pn Yasmin loved it herself.
aahahahahahah hahahah tsk tsk tsk..hahahaha (had to let it out)
ok
yeahh i just as in juuuuuuuss came home from my aunt's place. and mahnn does it feel GREAT to be home.. MY home.. MY territory.. MUAAAhahaha okokok
i feel 20% different from before i left. after 4 days of long, hard thinking.. and a lengthy conversation with my best friend early this morning, i certainly feel that my brain and heart are 10% lighter each. at last, the weeklong cloudy and cold sky has started to clear letting in some soft heartwarming rays of sun. God, this has got to be the long awaited answer to that prayer.Thank YOU.
hmm..apa lagi.. i met a few new friends when i went back to college yesterday.. interesting people.God, thank you for the open doors.
iv also began to like my blog. didnt really like it at first. what am i crapping..
okla..till i have saner things to blog on..
SEPET
one chinese boy ... one malay girl... one unforgettable love story...
well this is it as far as i remember..
but take a look at this one i found on the blod the women herself PnYasmin ahmad;s blog..
one chinese goy..one chinese girl.. one immitation love story...
this is by far one of the COOLEST immitations i've ever seen.. Pn Yasmin loved it herself.
aahahahahahah hahahah tsk tsk tsk..hahahaha (had to let it out)
ok
yeahh i just as in juuuuuuuss came home from my aunt's place. and mahnn does it feel GREAT to be home.. MY home.. MY territory.. MUAAAhahaha okokok
i feel 20% different from before i left. after 4 days of long, hard thinking.. and a lengthy conversation with my best friend early this morning, i certainly feel that my brain and heart are 10% lighter each. at last, the weeklong cloudy and cold sky has started to clear letting in some soft heartwarming rays of sun. God, this has got to be the long awaited answer to that prayer.Thank YOU.
hmm..apa lagi.. i met a few new friends when i went back to college yesterday.. interesting people.God, thank you for the open doors.
iv also began to like my blog. didnt really like it at first. what am i crapping..
okla..till i have saner things to blog on..
Thursday, May 05, 2005
Pondering, wondering, lotsa thinking..
aiyah...4got 2 post the picture with d guy fishing.. wait till i get home la..
im at my aunt's place for a week long college break after the trial exams. thank God for this week. managed to take some time off to think over lots of serious stuff, and also to prepare for the upcoming AS lvel exams which is starting on 18thMay all d way until 8thJune.
tsktsk..i miss my computer..tho its bl**dy slow at times..or rather..MOst of the time, but it has served me real well. i also miss my grandma whose gonna be alone at home since my semangat grandpa has decided to go back to work. oh yess.. and i also miss my bed..but not that i have been sleeping on it for the past 3/4 months.. due to the extreamly hot weather which then made me turn my living room into my 2nd bedroom. now i have 3 bedrooms..how cool is that? i miss d stray cats that treat my house as their own.. and believe it or not?? i actually miss my sister!! my WHO? my sis.. yeah d one and only. i also miss DEarie..hmmm have to wait till saturday to fix that..
something is happening to me recently..to the point where i actually start missing my sister.. hmnmm..smells..fishy... but i just ate sausages,..&*$$#%&*!~~ nvm
till saturday...im offff again.. bye Blog.
im at my aunt's place for a week long college break after the trial exams. thank God for this week. managed to take some time off to think over lots of serious stuff, and also to prepare for the upcoming AS lvel exams which is starting on 18thMay all d way until 8thJune.
tsktsk..i miss my computer..tho its bl**dy slow at times..or rather..MOst of the time, but it has served me real well. i also miss my grandma whose gonna be alone at home since my semangat grandpa has decided to go back to work. oh yess.. and i also miss my bed..but not that i have been sleeping on it for the past 3/4 months.. due to the extreamly hot weather which then made me turn my living room into my 2nd bedroom. now i have 3 bedrooms..how cool is that? i miss d stray cats that treat my house as their own.. and believe it or not?? i actually miss my sister!! my WHO? my sis.. yeah d one and only. i also miss DEarie..hmmm have to wait till saturday to fix that..
something is happening to me recently..to the point where i actually start missing my sister.. hmnmm..smells..fishy... but i just ate sausages,..&*$$#%&*!~~ nvm
till saturday...im offff again.. bye Blog.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
bryan n mimi- laikuen's pets
presenting...Bryan and Mimi.. Byan is the dark Terrier and Mimi is the off white poodle..this amazing couple is my buddy laikuen's pets.. why did i upload this picture? i duno.. too cute kua..
this pass weekend had been almost what i expected it to be.i guess that prooves the saying 'what you see is really what you get'.. i had sort of engraved it into my mind that is would not be a good satday, and sunday.some major changes have occured in some relationships that has left me stunned, stoned, sort of lost, a little bit dissoriented, and the likes.
jumping at the thought that not many people read this,..hehe i thought i could load off some baggage right here.
hehe not much left to say though. most of it has already been put down unto paper and thrown away. kononya to fo get about it. to me, that actually helped, to an extent la. now that i have more space on my body's hard drive,should just calm down,have a San Francisco coffee iceblend (a must have during those day filled with grey skies, a heavy heart, or even a time to celebrate, basically it acts as a conforter/ encourager or sumsort), plan the whole next week ahead, and from today onwards, work out that plan.
as for a little bit of that lingering stray thoughts, i would write it down on anything i could find, and throw it away immediately.haha guess i will be doing lots of disposing. hahaahh what to do.. if it helps, why not?
AS is extactly 2weeks away from now. wanna 'gok' out all that i have for it. may everything i read and do stick in my mind until the paper is over. actually must use cement to cement it into d brain la..
i'll be away at my aunt's place for the week.. sort of a get away.. getting away from... what?
this pass weekend had been almost what i expected it to be.i guess that prooves the saying 'what you see is really what you get'.. i had sort of engraved it into my mind that is would not be a good satday, and sunday.some major changes have occured in some relationships that has left me stunned, stoned, sort of lost, a little bit dissoriented, and the likes.
jumping at the thought that not many people read this,..hehe i thought i could load off some baggage right here.
hehe not much left to say though. most of it has already been put down unto paper and thrown away. kononya to fo get about it. to me, that actually helped, to an extent la. now that i have more space on my body's hard drive,should just calm down,have a San Francisco coffee iceblend (a must have during those day filled with grey skies, a heavy heart, or even a time to celebrate, basically it acts as a conforter/ encourager or sumsort), plan the whole next week ahead, and from today onwards, work out that plan.
as for a little bit of that lingering stray thoughts, i would write it down on anything i could find, and throw it away immediately.haha guess i will be doing lots of disposing. hahaahh what to do.. if it helps, why not?
AS is extactly 2weeks away from now. wanna 'gok' out all that i have for it. may everything i read and do stick in my mind until the paper is over. actually must use cement to cement it into d brain la..
i'll be away at my aunt's place for the week.. sort of a get away.. getting away from... what?
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