Thursday, February 24, 2005
Star Wars Episode 3 in pictures
Sashiweb posted a link to a picture by picture spoiler of the much awaited Star Wars Episode 3. It’s just like watching the movie or reading a pictorial. You get everything and best part some of the duels can be watched engaged in saber play.
So if you don’t want to be tempted and want to wait till the movies out. STAY AWAY.
But can YOU? ;p
Yes I confess. The other thing is I have a hyper multitasking mind. At all times I’m contemplating 5 things all at the same time. I could be driving, navigating, thinking of my what to do’s, blog, friends, class, notes, work, today's hot news in the newspaper and at the same time hold a conversation.
It has its advantages and its disadvantages. Sometimes I just wanna scream and tell my mind to shut up for a sec. Occasionally I slap myself and say - shut up now. ;p Mostly I’m grateful given my lifestyle.
I’m my most dangerous when I’m all silent and quiet, its like the proverb
Don’t trust the still water with a floating log.
I’m actually just waiting to pounce. ;p
Ok now I don’t make sense - need to get back on track. So after MS and I decided I’ve been officially bitten by the blogging bug, I was contemplating (while multitasking) what my blog was going to be centered on.
That’s when I decided it would be something like a memory bank.
Jotting down memories of yesteryears coming back as I look at the date on the calendar, something I read, something I browsed, something I experienced and things that stirred emotions.
In other words everything but then I don’t have as much time as people think I do.
The thing is I think faster than I type and I can really type fast. Haven’t had writers block for my blogs yet and the best part this freestyle writing allows me to remain creative in my day job - serious writing. So one long post goes up in about less than an hour (with all the distractions in between)
What I’ve posted isn’t even a sizeable fraction of my daily thoughts. Not to mention all the topics are diverse (this is me blowing my own trumpet :p)
Where do I find the time.
I’m one of those people who jump from one thing to another at all times. Boredom can turn me mad. I’m always juggling a few projects, work and personnel at the same time.
Besides emails, yahoogroups, forums and commenting, currently I’m working on my office’s biggest project. Running a tradefair is no child's play. Same time personally I’m involved in one of the biggest project of my life (shuh..... it’s a secret for now ;p), something I’ve been aiming and working for and no its not marriage. That’s not one of my life’s biggest goals you know, I ain’t a typical indian women. ;p
Since Dec (incidentally the time I started blogging) I’ve had less than 4 hours of sleep daily and nope I don’t blog from home. I love this busyness.
Yep I’m a certified workaholic.
So you never finished your work and end up sitting in the office till late hours?
Actually no. I’ve finished everything on schedule which does not go longer than everyday by 7 pm. Yesterday stayed in the office and did unnecessary remapping, and stayed till 11.30pm just to show I was working long hours like my colleagues though they left at 3am????
Even if I finished my work, when I go back at first 7 then 7.30 then 8 then 8.30 also, I still get THE look. So yesterday sat around working for the benefit of everyone else’s morale.
Chumma ehlam oru buildup (translates to a summary of what I said up there :p)
Anyway after all the
Whalauveh so many posts meh???? Where you got to time one???? - in Manglish
(translated to english)
Wow, you’ve got so many entries in your blog!! Where do you find the time to post?
I’ll be missing as promised in my continuous taunts - missing from blogging stint - from 25th Feb till &th Mac 2005. We’re moving in to the venue and for some serious mind and physical torture. Aik no kinky thoughts.
So have fun reading my old posts there’s 197!!! So don’t tell me I bored you and you’re waiting to strangle me when I get back. Even if you take out say 90 Tsunami posts, there’s still another 100 or so to read. So have fun.
Bye, Sayonara, Selamat Tinggal, Poithuvarehn, Varehn Machan uh Machi.
Ok while I’m gone check out this articles explaining the brains multitasking ability and which gender has it.
Balanced Thinking - Not that I’m bragging, I think I fall under the balanced thinking category, read the article to find out what I’m yapping about.
And watch out Star Wars fans, there’s a spoiler coming and...... I loved it.
Ps : I might occasionally turn up with a peekaboo post since I do have internet access just not the time. Adios amigos.
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
I’ve already done the screaming the frantic walking up and down between printer and desk. I’ve tried begging. I’ve tried pleading. I’ve tried blackmailing and even flirting but to no avail. Crap @%$#%$#%$.
Also as I still sit in the office at 10.15pm and which I'm sure it will go on to 12am, I’ve lost 2 sets of document. It just poofed into the air just like that. Sure I can print it again but I’d have to remark and requote again!!!!! Crap take 2 *^$^#@ %$$#^$^
WTF office equipment's are taking me for a ride. Why does it happen only when you’re busy? Any smart ass came out with a teory for this???
Ps : I refrain from swearing in full on my blogs for one reason only, in the event I am discovered - I don't have to answer one too many - How could YOU’s!!!!!
Too many people think I’m a holy saint even if I tell them I’m not - they go - How could YOU!!!!! And after trying to explain for the 100th time I give up and just continue listening to another 1000 - How could YOU’s!!!!!
Donno how to explainlah there’s just this bond I feel to the wittiness of this blog dubbed Karmarules. And rules she does.
Here’s a few of her posts I’m going gaga over
Is stolen, from lips, in the last row, while watching The Graduate. Is a memory, a smudge on a white shirt collar. Both are impossible to remove.
oh WOW :O
The "them" that invade our lanes.
And the sweetest Valentine post.
Lol here’s a thing was looking for another word for saved and found husbanded? What the hell hehehehehe
Ahem not me lah*, ahem eligible Chinese ladies.
Today's the 15th night of Chinese New year which means its Chap Goh Meh (the Hokkien phrase for 15th day) the Chinese equivalent to Valentine's Day and it marks the end of the Chinese New Year (CNY) celebrations.
(pic : Scarlett Chou)
And by the way this Orange throwing didn’t originate from Mainland China but is a total Malaysian thing - more specific a Penang thing.
Here’s a link on Chinese Culture.
So is Yee Sang - a dish you can find only in Malaysia and Singapore.
Yee Sang (above photo) is the traditional Chinese Dish that you stir and toss for prosperity and a must have during Chinese New Year. According to the Chinese the higher you toss the bigger the prosperity but beware you’re not supposed to spill it our else you’re losing out on some prosperity. Dang I missed having it this year.
Go here for a photo of the tossing and here on a step by step how to do it.
Amongst the celebrations held on Chap Goh Meh, the most popular and colourful one must be the "throwing of oranges into the sea by young maidens". This act has the historical inference that the young maiden is available for marriage if she is seen throwing oranges into the sea on Chap Goh Meh. (Orange Note: The oranges thrown must be Mandarin Oranges - Sunkist from California do not count).
Read more here and here for the legend.
So since not everyone goes and throws at the Esplanade in Penang, I was told by my Chinese friends our Klang river or even Port Klang is game throwing venues. So guys you know where to go to find that women of your dreams.
Well this also signifies that all the feasting stops (though not everyone stops hehehe) and off you go back to the gallows of work. In my company though its a Chinese one, everything is postponed till after March. So the annual CNY dinner is celebrated in the middle of the year. Weird but who cares, who’d say no to a lavish spread of 8 course Chinese Menu.
So anyway here’s my virtual Chinese New Year treat - go salivate at the menu hehehehe
Or go to FriedChilles for further salivating on Malaysian Food.
And for the Vegetarians (nah didn’t forget you guys) have a go at the mock meat dishes.
A list of Vege Chinese restaurants in Singapore and Malaysia
And for those in New York here’s your salivating list and the map to the restaurant lol
By the way I’m Indian and not married so I don’t need to give a full 8 course meal or angpows but I still qualify to receive big fat red angpow packets filled with money.
Now where are those people who owe me angpows?
Lah* - I think you would have noticed this creeping out in my posts here and there, well its a Malaysian thing/slang something like the Indian yar. Don’t use it if you don’t know how to @ all those stupid Tamil movies shot in Malaysia, you’ll sound ridiculous and we Malaysians will fall down reeling with laughter and nope sorry we won’t be polite about it.
Anyone who wants answers will have to guess first with logical explanation by emailing me. I will only post the answers after I get back from my coming soon missing from blogging stint.
This quiz is said to have been written by Einstein in the 19th century, although there is some question as to whether this is true or not. He is said to have stated that 98% of the people in the world cannot solve the quiz. Since it can't be proved otherwise, I will give him the credit for the puzzle.
1: There are 5 houses in 5 different colours.
2: In each house lives a person with a different nationality.
3: These 5 owners drink a certain beverage, smoke a certain brand of cigar and keep a certain pet.
4: No owners have the same pet, smoke the same brand of cigar or drink the same drink.
Hints: from the following facts, can you determine WHO KEEPS FISH?
1: The Brit lives in a red house.
2: The Swede keeps dogs as pets.
3: The Dane drinks tea.
4: The green house is on the left of the white house.
5: The green house owner drinks coffee.
6: The person who smokes Pall Mall rears birds.
7: The owner of the yellow house smokes Dunhill.
8: The man living in the house right in the centre drinks milk.
9: The Norwegian lives in the first house.
10: The man who smokes Blend lives next to the one who keeps cats.
11: The man who keeps horses lives next to the man who smokes Dunhill.
12: The owner who smokes Blue Master drinks beer.
13: The German smokes Prince.
14: The Norwegian lives next to the blue house.
15: The man who smokes Blend has a neighbour who drinks water.
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
*ROFL* Good advice from the self professed Buaya69* himself.
*Buaya - Buaya is a Malay word for "Crocodile". Normally bestowed upon Dirty Old Men who likes nothing better than chasing skirts. 69 normally denotes a certain "kamasutra" position... (lol all this taken from his website)
Sometime last April 04, I discovered blogs (yep quite late). The first blog I read was of this Singaporean gal whose in her O levels now. That’s when I got hooked, mostly because I think what she goes through, her character is somewhat similar like mine and how I was at school. I’m not posting her link, coz for sometime now she’s been complaining about her privacy. So don’t want to be the cause of her privatising her blog. The next was Chetan’s blog. His adorable kids got me hooked to his.
Both these blogs I have been a silent observer mainly because quite a number of information were personal. Don’t really want to invade anyone’s privacy.
And then I discovered more blogs and the addictiveness has been overwhelming and yet I remained a silent observer. Sometime around October 04 I started commenting and one lead to another and that’s how I ended up with this blog, because of a comment.
I had (keyword here is - I had) been adamant on not wanting to blog, since I’m quite a private person and I know too many people and am involved in too many things. Mostly because I knew if I started blogging I’d be yakking non stop (as you can see it’s happening now).
So how did I end up blogging? You’ll have to blame 2 people for that.
The first being Sudhir. One of his posts was just too tempting to not comment on, especially since it was in the heat of a certain Chennai bloggers comment box running into the hundreds. (not mentioning what, no need to resurface the issue - shuh shuh :p)
Anyway Dec 7th I signed up for my account and created this blog just to put in my 2 cents worth on Sudhir’s blog. That’s how this blog got its name - There’s no blog. Cause on that day I had no plans of blogging, ever. That’s why my first post is just that - There’s no blog. So if anyone can’t stand my blog and it’s ultra long posts, I hold Sudhir responsible for its existance. So go look for him. Heheheh *ROFL*
But it was really the passing of MS that pushed me into becoming a blogger a week later. That’s how this blog got it’s weird name and I became officially addicted.
Well this is the 190th post on this 79 day old blog that I’ve become very fond of. Also yesterday evening I had my 4000th visit (from San Jose *throwing confetti*) though it would be a bigger number if I could trace all the rss readers or blogline users. It’s a nice thing this blogging concept, have to agree with Reflex, from his post a few days back, blogging has made things more accessible, closer, new friends, new acquaintance and a glee that people actually read my musings.
Though there are bloggers who aren’t so nice, I was quite surprised at being ignored. Oh well their loss. :p
Why am I reminiscing?
The thing is only one non blogger friend of mine knows about this blog of mine. None of my friends know I blog. The few others that do know are either fellow bloggers, some writer friends or new friends from the blogging sphere. Up to now, my blog has been quite well hidden and I want it to stay hidden as long as possible.
So if you know me from any yahoogroups I’m a member of or personally please don’t make my blog known to the rest.* Let me stay hidden as long as possible, a humble request.
Try answering :
How could you not tell me first???
How could you blog and let me find out through someone else???
*shiver* Let’s not push me there for now.
* By the way this was for my fellow Malaysian’s in that category only and not bloggers, everyone else please blogroll me I love numbers :p
Come on now don't be shy :p hhehehehe *rofl*
You Are 25 Years Old
Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.
13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.
20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.
30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!
40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.
Monday, February 21, 2005
Have fun :p
I am first in everything,
I am the centre of honesty,
and the end of all trouble.
I am not in difficulty,
I always come in time,
and am never out of money.
I am never in war,
always in peace I never get in bad company,
I always end a dialogue,
I always finish the game.
I am always in your dreams,
And though I am silent in love
But if I wouldn't come after u, it wouldn't be true.
So start with me and end with me or else - there's no escape.
Got in to find every single available and non available space filled. There I was circling, eyeing and grumbling all at the same time and finally after 15-20 mins found 2 parkings.
So one parking couldn’t be taken since they were having some prob with their tyre, and as I was sitting there waiting patiently with my signals, one guy drives up and waits to take the spot. So I flashed him in flash language - oi I was here first. He ignore’s me and as soon as parking lot is empty he immediately moves in so I the very brave women driver - honk him and start animatedly swearing at him.
Thankfully another couple arrived to take out their car and kindly showed me the spot after they saw what the other driver had done. The couple were very sweet, smiling and pointing to the space.
After all the shopping, browsing and walking, we walked out as we heard the last call announcing the mall’s closure into the parking lot to go - HOLY COW!!!!. The whole place was swarming with cars in all directions and they weren’t exactly moving.
When I finally managed to get out of the walls of the parking lot, found myself stuck in an even bigger crawl. Then I realised why. Plain stupidity. The idiots closed the 3 lane drive way and were channeling traffic through a one lane path. How stupid and even worse got so many security guards.
So there I was slowly making my way like everyone else, not jumping the line coz no one was. When this merc drives up to my car takes a look at me the driver and proceeds to try to cut in. I turn back to look at the long snaking line, he was the only one doing it while us mere mortals were lining up patiently.
So when the cars started moving and biggo merc tried to cut in, I blasted the horn n glared at him. He tried despite the horn to cut in but then got scared I might scratch his Merc and just stared in disbelief.
Why I horned???
1. Merc drivers assume they own the roads and we mere mortals who don’t drive one should give them space immediately.
2. Women drivers can be bullied on the road, coz we’re too timid to protest.
3. What’s so special about him that, he gets to cut the line when so many cars are patiently waiting for their turn.
If this was on a highway where cars were moving I would have given space but that wasn’t the case. If he was in an emergency and had signaled me I would have given him space but he didn’t. I’ve given people who signed please help us, even at busy toll gates.
I cannot stand people who think women are timid drivers who can be bullied on the roads nor can I take luxury car owners who think we’re all below them for not driving a Merc.
If everyone’s in line you go wait in your place as well.
Saturday, February 19, 2005
THE CAB RIDE :
Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living.
When arrived at 2:30 a.m., the building was dark except for a single light in a ground floor window.
Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk once or twice, wait a minute, then drive away. But, I had seen too many impoverished people who depended on taxis as their only means of transportation.
Unless a situation smelled of danger, I always went to the door. This passenger might be someone who needs my assistance, I reasoned to myself. So I walked to the door and knocked.
"Just a minute," answered a frail, elderly voice.
I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 80's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940s movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.
"Would you carry my bag out to the car?" she said.
I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the cab. She kept thanking me for my kindness.
"It's nothing", I told her. "I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother treated".
"Oh, you're such a good boy", she said.
When we got in the cab, she gave me an address, then asked, "Could you drive through downtown?"
"It's not the shortest way," I answered quickly.
"Oh, I don't mind," she said. "I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice".
I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening.
"I don't have any family left," she continued. "The doctor says I don't have very long."
I quietly reached over and shut off the meter.
"What route would you like me to take?" I asked.
For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds. She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, "I'm tired. Let's go now."
We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up.
They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. "How much do I owe you?" she asked, reaching into her purse.
"Nothing," I said.
"You have to make a living," she answered.
"There are other passengers," I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly.
"You gave an old woman a little moment of joy," she said.
I squeezed her hand, then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life.
I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk.
What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life.
We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
PEOPLE MAY NOT REMEMBER EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID, OR WHAT YOU SAID, BUT THEY WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER HOW YOU MADE THEM FEEL.
Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance.
Every morning when I open my eyes, I tell myself that it is special.
Every day, every minute, every breath truly is a gift from God .
Friday, February 18, 2005
Annamalai my paternal ancestral home (nov 1994 Kartigai Deepam)
When I first arrived in India for the first time in 1994, we were whisked straight to Malar Hospital for dad’s dialysis late that evening. Somewhere around 9 pm my uncle tells us 2 days time is Kartigai Deepam, come lets go to Thiruannamalai to see the Jyothi.
The thing is here in Malaysia, Kartigai Deepam is celebrated for Lord Muruga (told you this is a Murugan country), so we very blurry asked how come Sivan temple not Murugan temple and then uncle did all the explanation.
Of we were carted to Thiruannamalai that very night accompanied by a trusty driver and cassetes of YG’s comedy. I spent the night laughing silently with the driver as everyone slept.
Then I saw the regal hill and temple and the hoards of people in the wee hours of the morning. I was quite bewitched. Compared to Malaysian temples, the temples in India were so huge and this was the first temple we saw, one of the biggest and grandest in Tamil Nadu. And was it grand.
Compared to Malaysia’s Thaipusam the crowd that comes there for the festival is 10 times the Thaipusam crowd.
We ended up going for the Girivalam in a car, dad was not supposed to exert himself and we aren’t allowed to travel alone. So occasionally we’d get down n walk while the car followed behind and see the temples and ponds on the way. All with guided explanation from my uncle. Including tidbits that Rajinakanth goes there every pournami (full moon) to do his Girivalam in the wee hours of the morning.
The thing about the hill is, it looks the same viewed from any corner of the mountain, unless if you look at the 9 o’clock direction (uh didn’t know how else to explain). Where you will find the nandhi.
The next evening we saw the Jyothi being lit and it burned for 7 days and 7 nights as we saw it on our trip back 7 days later. What a sight.
Till today despite my having gone there countless of times, I’m still awed by the splendour and majestic beauty of the temple.
Anyway the photo you see, has a weird lighting problem that it turned 2 tones. Most people would have thrown it away but I liked it. Such a nostalgic feel.
My parents and brat of a brother can be seen in it and as always yours truly is behind the camera.
Click here for a bigger image.
Check out his photoblog for some pictures of his visit to a school.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Oh yeah and Vision 2020. I’ll also be seeing the globe turn 2050 hummm based on a Gregorian calendar.
Roughly the year of the tiger based on Chinese Calendars and the year Dhatu based on Hindu Calendars.
Actually I’ve done this before years back and wrote down the date somewhere. Now must go check to see if its the same or lesser hopefully not more. I’m actually sad I’m predicted to live towards 80. Crap I wanna go at 65 nothing more.
The thing is the date is 3 days before someone's 82nd birthday hehehhehe. hummmmm
Anyway as I was searching found some interesting links.
Hindu panchangam till up to 2010
Chinese Baby Gender predictor ??? Huh got like this also ah...hummm
For the 2005 Chinese Lunar Calendar
Mathematics of the Chinese Calendar
World Population Clock - this is cool you can roughly know what number you were when you were born - I was 4,519 762 803
Hindu Tamil Daily Calendar for 2005 - to visit only if you can read Tamil
Vedic Hindu Calendar download
And mother of all calendar website’s - calendars from all religions, science and whatever else.
Yesterday evening as I neared my parking lot away from the building, I met one of the security guards, as usual I smiled at him. He smiled back and just started walking, ahead of me away from his post. I was wondering why when I realised he was walking up to a point where he could see my car.
When I finally got to my car, I turned to see him, still standing there making sure I got in safely. That moment I really felt blessed.
Thank you god for these small blessings. :)
Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine ........ Rabhindranath Tagore
"I was at the men’s just now and then I heard this mad loudly exclaim in the next cubicle as he answered his phone."
"Whei I’m in the toiletla doing my business. Call you back after I finish."
"Height of Technology people announce to the world they’re taking a leak."
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Yesterday or more apt noon of Valentines, people gathered at Hot 97 on Hudson St. (at W. Houston St.), NYC in protest against the racist slur on Hot 97 and Emmis Communications organised by the newly-formed Coalition Against Hate Media (CAHM).
Despite fervent protests, Miss Jones returned to Hot 97's morning show on Friday, starting off her broadcast with a carefully-worded apology (listen to it here).
In unity, the coalition demands that Emmis Communications take corporate responsibility by doing ALL of the following:
terminate Miss Jones and management executives involved in the production and broadcast of the Tsunami song
Donate one week's worth of corporate revenue to a diverse group of tsunami relief organizations and local community organizations
implement independent sensitivity training conducted by a third party and approved by CAHM and establish clear written corporate policies against discrimination, prejudice and hate
begin and maintain a dialogue with NYC Councilmember Liu's office and CAHM members and other community organizations to implement the above and oher long-term solutions to prevent the recurrence of hate-based programming.
The Coalition Against Hate Media (CAHM) is a broad coalition of community groups that opposes programs and broadcasters who deliver messages of hate against people of any race, ethnicity, gender, sexual orientation, disability, or religious background.
Check out hiphopmusic.com on how some members from the African community tried to meet the Hot 97 officials after the protest.
We were never big on birthdays, didn’t help that both of us had a very formal relationship. Typical conservative Indian dad. Didn’t help I’m as stubborn as he was. We never saw eye to eye on anything. So you can imagine how much we argued. We could argue on a simple thing as an actor - both not wanting to give up. It got so bad we stopped talking for some time.
Sounds sad but the irony is I was his favourite. That was all his friends would say as one by one visited after his departure, how much he spoke about me, how happy he was in his last days. I always knew we were similar but didn’t know the extent until his death. As we sorted out his things, I just froze at the similarities that I discovered right down to the little quirks.
One year before his passing - everything changed. He was less tensed, less formal - and we had conversations and even ganged up on mom. Somehow despite my vow to not travel with my parents again, we did go on the last family trip together to India in 2002. Surprisingly it was different then the ones we’d gone on before, he was in such a jovial mood and instead it was mom who became the official tension party that trip. The change was so obvious.
In that one year, so many things happened. His passing answered all the unexplained.
I was out of a job for 10 months. It was very weird time. I spent 3 months travelling and the next 7 at home mostly, occasionally attending interviews and clinching job offers that somehow I couldn't take. It just didn’t work out and then 5 days after starting my current job, he passed away.
Was it for me to maximise the time I spent with my dad, was it for us to rebond?
Dad used to joke to his friends that his children lived in Brickfields and only slept at home. The chain of events that ensued in that year 2003, changed even that, a practice of years. That one year I spent more time at home then I have in the past 7 years.
22 October 2003, I got answers to why things happened, how fate played its cards to give us time to bond, to live, to build memories.
I witnessed miracles in a span of 3 days to that date, strengthening my belief in god, in faith, stronger than it had ever been.
Strengthening my belief that -
Everything happens for a reason - good or bad. Time will answer why when the time comes.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Check Otto’s and Erik’s impressive list. They’ve actually finished visiting every country even the ones which no longer exist. And by country they have some pretty strict regulations. So check it out.
Otto has a interesting travel log website as well.
I’m wondering if I’ll ever make even quarter of the list. Sigh.
Another interesting thing I picked up from Otto’s website DateDiff Calculator.
According to it I’m 9179 days old and 793055232 secs old. Cool ;p
This was one truly enjoyable Grammy. Really great performances, acceptance speeches and deserving winners. Recap in photos.
Grammy Winners List - the ultra long 107 category list
"Actually, I think this is the best Grammys we've ever seen." U2 lead singer Bono (3 awards)
Love the sweet humble thanks from Joe Adams, manager of the late Ray Charles (8 awards)
When accepting the award, Maroon 5 lead singer Adam Levine appeared apologetic: "Kanye West, thank you so much for being so unbelievable." Love this group.
John Mayer scored a similar upset, besting West, Alicia Keys and Tim McGraw for song of the year with "Daughters." (Beautiful Lyrics) In his acceptance speech Mayer gave a shout-out to his grandma "for having an awesome daughter named 'my mom.
Not my favourite of his songs, but love the dance moves and of course when you share the stage with James Brown - need I say more? (3 awards)
Melissa Etheridge is one hot rocking mama - she rocks the guitar.
The women with THE voice - Alicia Keys took home four Grammys.
Queen Latifah heating up the stage.
And what a spine tingling performance it was. West performed a soul moving passionate "Jesus Walks." It’s not everyday someone resurrects himself on stage.
------Soul legend Mavis Staples started with the classic "I'll Take You There," setting a gospel tone that West took straight to the church with "Jesus Walks." Emerging from the back pew of a full Baptist set, Kanye strolled down the aisle in a black suit and white tie as the congregation bobbed their heads to the tune's deep chant.
Kanye sang loud and clear, "If I talk about God my record won't get played, huh?" His self-assured performance was the final nail in that claim's coffin.
West is nothing if not confident — and he had to be to stage his death on stage (shown in silhouette behind a white curtain).
But it was impossible to argue with the grandiose Kanye — and he may have won at least one convert. Presenting immediately after his performance, Kevin Bacon asked Ludacris, "Do I look different to you? 'Cause I think I might have just been saved."
Read more here.
There was something so moving about the performance. The faith was so strong. To me it was just god in another name, but the passion the same.
If you missed the performance watch it here. Don’t miss it.
Kanye West understands the preciousness of life. It was in October of 2002 that his was nearly abruptly taken from him. Driving back to his hotel late one night after a Los Angeles recording session, the acclaimed producer/burgeoning rapper was involved in a devastating, near fatal car accident in which he sustained injuries that left his jaw fractured in three places. News reports of the accident quickly spread throughout the music industry, and the disturbing image of the usually-slender West's suddenly bloated, severely bruised visage laid up in a hospital bed became indelibly ingrained in the conscience of a shocked rap nation.
"I have flashbacks of what happened everyday," Kanye confesses. "And anytime I hear about any accident my heart sinks in and I just thank God that I'm still here. That steering wheel could have been two inches further out, and that would have been it. You find out how short life is and how blessed you are to be here.
"But a remarkable thing happened in the immediate aftermath of this tragedy. Kanye used the accident as inspiration for one of the most arresting and triumphant creative statements rap music has ever seen. Just weeks after skirting death, and with his jaw still literally wired shut, he recorded Through the Wire, a pointed and personal account of the events that resonates with uncanny wit and raw emotion.
Read more about West or listen to his album here
Right after performing - no living the extraordinary performance, West gave a rousing acceptance speech - that’s just etched in the mind - on how uncertain life is, the game of life is to be lived to a standing ovation.
The rapping producer gave a moving acceptance speech, telling audience members to appreciate every moment in life, and giving shout-outs to Jay-Z, his mother and God. He paused, wiped the sweat from his brow, and proclaimed, "I'm going to celebrate and scream and pop champagne, because I'm at the Grammys, baby!
But it was this line that would make it one of the best Grammy acceptance speech.
"Everyone wanted to know what I would do if I didn't win. I guess we'll never know." Kanye West, hoisting his Grammy for best rap album.
Rapper West won 3 out of his 10 nominations -
Best R&B Song for 'You Don't Know My Name',
Best Rap Song for 'Jesus Walks' and
Best Rap Album for 'The College Dropout'.
Read this very interesting interview on how the album 'The College Dropout' was molded.
Watched as Nate Berkus accounted his survival and his search for his still missing partner Fernando Bengoechea on Oprah. Read how he and his band of brothers helped each other get through the initial shock.
----------I grieve for the loss of my partner Fernando Bengoechea, as well as all those missing, displaced and deceased.
I continue to turn to those close to me, and Fernando, to grieve and heal, and I ask that you allow us the privacy we require to mourn our loss.
"And we popped up again and…we were still moving forward at about 50 or 70 miles an hour, but the water wasn't coming over our heads any longer. So you could breathe. And that was the main goal—to breathe."
They were again separated and reunited in the mayhem. When they both grabbed and held onto a telephone pole and to each other, the water calmed and then Nate says Fernando kept saying, "It's over." "And then all of a sudden we felt the water surge again and [Fernando] looked at me and said, 'It's not over.' And I felt his hand on the back of my shirt and I felt his hand slip away…And then I was drowning again."
When rescue helicopters finally arrived, Nate was unsure what he needed to do. "I had a minute where I just didn't know what the right thing to do was," he says. "Should I actually leave, or should I continue looking [for Fernando]? I was hurt, we were running out of food, we were running out of water. Some of the water we were drinking we thought was contaminated. I just didn't know at that moment what the right thing to do was. And Phil [Squire, another survivor] said to me, 'It's the right thing to do. Get on the helicopter because you can't do anything for him here.'"
(pic : Yahoo)
And yesterday’s Grammy tribute. Impressive line up of artist and that’s where it ended. The song was a wrong choice and it just didn’t stir any emotions other than wow they’re all on one stage. I have tried all my life to like the Beatles but somehow their music is too plain for me, I just don’t feel for it.
So when I watched it I thought maybe it was just me and my indifference to the Beatles - " "Across the Universe" but looks like I wasn’t the only one.
Monday, February 14, 2005
I love the effort put in by Hitz.tv to highlight the band scene in Malaysia. Such a spectrum of colours, talent and antics. Sadly it would seem that devoted fans are ruling the rouse as some bands make it despite giving a not so great performance. I watched it without knowing the results so here’s the rundown right from the beginning in between my channel surfing when the bands get boring and causing major ear pain.
One of my favourite Malaysian singer was in the judges seat Zainal Abidin. And there was Pacai and Jake man as usual. Jake congrats on the baby. *throw confetti*
First up and really they just killed the ears. Totally off on the vocals.
My favourite band didn’t disappoint starting of with Breaking the Habit. Their music just rocks though once again Devan needs to work on the vocals. He just doesn't hit the right high notes occasionally but bearable given the fact all the instruments rock.
Seriously Richard the lead guitarist is so geekish yet his fingers just create magic. Love the fact its multiracial talent at its best.
Totally loved the way they inserted the Pink Panther theme before breaking into Last Kiss. The change into the song was so smooth - what with the rasta overtones. Very creative music arrangements. And Suren the bass guitarist doubling as a beat box really came in. Should use his voice often.
Though what were sad lyrics were doing with a happy rasta tune. And then they brought in nursery rhymes YOU Are my Sunshine. Awesome guys. Reminiscing childhood is it - Pink Pantherla Sunshinela?
When I read the song title - I vowed I’d give them a earful if they screw up the song. And screwed up they did - one of my favourites - Usher’s you make me wanna.
The first vocal was good. But just as I was about to breath a sign of relief and thank god, the 2nd vocalist confidently screwed it up. He can’t reach notes nor can he pronounce words.
Khairi the 3rd vocalist saved the somewhat dying song with his nice voice though he too goes off at times. In total harmony was really bad luckily the last note was in tune.
Cry me a River - was the song that saved them. Really impressive and the usage of marching drums was cute and matched the arrangements.
If ain’t got you. - After hearing Alicia Keys singing this, not many can live up to HER. Khairi didn't disappoint on this number as well. In truth he was the one reason the group will ever make it, and this was aptly put by Jake. They owe him big. But the song faltered when the last vocalist tried to showoff. Just fell flat. I don't know what Pacai n Zainal saw in them, blinded by their gimmicks?
Jake put it right, Cry me a River and Khairi will be the only reason the move forward.
Just ok. Though all the attempts of the gal to be sexy failed - looked very rehearsed. Women , go take lessons from Natassia Malthe. And pleasela enough of trying to be the next Evanescence. Everyone wants to be her but fails terribly.
Ouch I went channel surfing from the first note.
Love the samfoos. Another multiracial group. The vocalist Kua Cee (hehehe this is a name of a type of nut here) has a clear voice and really armed with funny gimmicks, expression and all. Cute to watch but again high notes were a prob and I donno I feel sometimes he sounds like he’s screaming rather than singing. Like I said cute but great? I don’t think so. Instruments were nice and the guitarist’s rock.
Second song toxic (yeah britney spears) - I donno lost the sexiness of the music since it was made comical. Yep this is the comical rockers. Really cute with the matrix thing going on. Like I said they’re cute not great.
PopShuvit performed a song from their new album released today. Old School Rocker. Sounded good and yeah they rock. Devan learn from him how to play those vocal chords.
I’m actually disappointed. The ugly head of devotee fans who sms million and 1 times has caused my favourite and deserving band to be kicked out from the finals. Yeah Poseidon is out.
I don’t know how good Curtis Blue and Media Puppets are but seriously a real lost given how great the instruments are on Poseidon. Maybe they deserved to lose coz of Devans faltering vocals but don’t give up work those vocals and go for lessons.
Check the website to see who made it. Finals this Friday. Hopefully I get to watch.
May the best team win.
Just discovered Blogshares and my blog’s there as well. My blog’s priced at B$157.78, not bad for a 70 day old blog. I’m impressed.
What’s Blogshares? Read the help page.
Oh yeah did anyone notice the little hearts all over Yahoo. Hummmm valentines fever *rolling eyes*
So to keep you entertained read TV Smith’s Valentine ideas or read my post on it, while I enjoy my Love Letters.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
(pic : TV Smith)
Humm ahhh holidays. Having a nice break, that has me away from the net.
I've been running around KL. Yesterday there was some fireworks at PJ and I was sad I was missing the yearly fireworks at MINES.
Driving back, I smiled as I realised the fireworks weren't planning to dissapoint me. As I drove back at the strike of midnight, my area was lit up with fireworks everywhere. Everytime one finished, another started. I reached home to find another set of impressive fireworks lighting up the sky.
And then the sounds started - the ahem banned 1000 firecrakers could be heard everywhere. Sure its noisy but I love it. :p
Woke up to streets littered with red paper. Now to look for the elusive lion dance.
(pic : Lion Dance)
When I was a kid you could, see them dancing on your neighbourhood streets from house to house. Now they're too expensive and you'd have to find them at a mall. :(((
The dance is nothing without the drums and the better the drummer the better the team. As the lions danced to collect the price money hanged up high on the roof or a pole, the drums will vibrate to the urgency as the playfull lion got closer.
Nowadays the moment I hear the beat of the drums, I run towards the direction as cooly as possible. Sigh where art thou Lion Dance.
Here's some video clips - it's really breathtaking. Enjoy those while I go look for some.
Gong Xi Fa Chai and Happy Awal Muharram for tommorow.
Sunday, February 06, 2005
But we didn't know who was how.
If the other was a kudumba kuthuvillaku or like me a balance of both worlds.
Whats a kudumba kuthuvillaku?? People who are very conservative, never leave home and listen to every thing their parents say and in other words real bore's or like they say in chennai thayir sadams.
I hate being associated with that word. I cringe if people call me that.
What to do have an appavi* face.
When someone who knows me from my carnatic world meets me on a dance floor, they repeat THE question for a million times.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??????????
After politely answering a few times I just say bye and leave them in disbelief.
Anyway back to the story, supposed to meet at 4 then became 5 and finally we met at 7pm. Thankfully all 3 of us were in the same league - non kuttuvillaku's. hhehhee
By the time we finished yakking it was just nice 10pm, the time Bangsar streets get filled. Bangsar is one of the most happening parts of KL. Went to ROX and the place was deserted.
The dj and bartender was one of the gals friend and were very interesting.
Here's why I don't drink.
I don't drink coz I don't like the taste, the burning sensation. Yes i'm picky. Shot me ;p
I don't mind trying a sip but you'll get the same reaction not nicela :p
Tried Long Island and Vodka lime - same frown, not my cup of uhhh Island?
From there everything was downfall, Bangsar was nearly deserted, dance floor streets all nearly empty.
Nothing to kan kaluvahran* also and the dj and bartender will come and tell us no 1 hour more another hour finally at 1.30am we gave up.
We just sat and stared at the streets waiting for a miracle to happen, as in crowds - boring lah dancing in a small group. Sadly the highlight of the day became this bunch of guys who were trying to get our attention.
They walked down the streets few times and then came up. Seeing that we were only interested with what was going on on the streets (not like we had anything else to do) and not them, they went down to sit in our eye view and one guy did a real classy act. Only his friend looked and when we didn't only then he would look.
That was how bad Bangsar was yesterday.
All my life I've always had loads of fun there. NEVER like this. NEVER. It's even happening on a weekday. Well used to be.
So we tried our luck and WAIKIKI determined to dance. But no, god must have been laughing at us. It was closed as well.
Dejectedly we sat at the restaurant nearby ordering sky juice* (yeah that's how sad we were)
We must have had shock and disbelief written all over our faces when the waiter informed us (as we were contemplating to ask) WAIKIKI has been having police raids everyday for the past 2 months so now they close at 12am. 12 am ????????
Sigh WHATS WRONG WITH KL???????????
kan kaluvahran* sight seeing/ checking out
sky juice* H2O
Saturday, February 05, 2005
Anyway I shall most probably be missing from 6th - 13th February 2005. If I can I will post something otherwise you’ll have to wait till Rip Off Day for something heheheh.
I expect the Chennai blogsphere to be extremely quiet thanks to Kribs party. In truth I’m seething coz I’m too far away to join. Ratz missing a chance to be sober (this is the advantages of being a teetotaler) while everyone else isn’t - what quirks I can discover.
So in my absence Happy Holidays, GONG XI FA CHAI* and CHOY SAN to all my dear readers, fellow bloggers and countrymen heheheh.
Drive safely, don’t drink and drive, I better see everyone safe and sound when I get back.
Have loads of fun and send those angpows* and love letters my way :p
GONG XI FA CHAI* - Happy Chinese New Year or wishes of prosperity to you.
angpows* - packet of money given on festivals
So what is a Cake abhishegam or bath (or the non Tamil speaking readers)?
And when is the appropriate time to execute one?
The thing about it is, you don’t need an appropriate time but suitable place is necessary since cleaning up is a major concern. All you need is a group of ‘sporting’ friends and presto the ...uh bath can begin. :p
Warning to vegetarians please do not read further if you are prone to nauseousness.
This is actually a typical Malaysian birthday celebration, victim being the celebrated. Though if he/she is smart enough, they can turn into the predator and victimise the once predators. It’s a skill and I charge for lessons :p
The main ingredient of a cake bath is .............eggs shell and all. All you need to do is purchase them and work out those arms (only if distance is involved otherwise ouch...)
Next you need flour to solidify the creation and making it impossible to change the appearance without extreme scrubbing.
Secondary items that can be used :- coloured water, ketchup both the red and black (soy sauce), butter/ margarine, curry ( though this require restrain to ensure no medical help needs to be sought) and anything that will stick and refuse to come out without extreme scrubbing.
In the event of a heart ache, it is advised that if there is a remote possibility of such ‘baths’ taking place, old, unstainable and unfavourite clothes are used (one too many opari’s* have been seen as a result of cake bath’s).
As victim cuts cake and everyone clears the plate (ensure enough cake has been consumed by all and some left as secondary ingredient), predators stand by to ambush unsuspecting victim.
First aim the egg for the top of the head, this is to ensure the victim has a touch time getting out the shells. The trick is to place egg on palm and slam it down on victims head.
Warning note : if victim is prone to hair loss, this should be omitted or face grave consequences.
Immediately throw flour on victim for solidification purposes. Now repeat with more eggs and rest of sticky substance.
End of process, we present you white monsterlike unrecognisable victim whose either laughing or crying at the prospect of having to spend next few hours scrubbing out goo.
For further clarification or lessons on how to turn from victim to predator (this requires payment) tune in next time for experiences and more explanations.
Opari’s* crying and mumbling at the same time
Friday, February 04, 2005
The group – five men, two women and two girls, was discovered in a forest on Campbell Bay island by police searching for people still missing after the Dec 26 disaster that killed tens of thousands around the Indian Ocean.
The oldest survivor was a 65-year-old man; the youngest an 11-year-old girl, Inspector Shaukat Hussain said.
They seemed happy, yes, but there was no hugging and tears and shouting for joy and all that."
I’d booked tickets for yesterday’s show on Tuesday itself. But 25 mins to the show and I was still in the office. Finally I said no I’m watching the show today and left hoping they wouldn’t screen it on time. Reached GSC’s counter on the dot of its starting time and got my tickets to..... Chemman Chaalai. And what a movie I loved it.
Be warned this is going to be a very long post since the movie brought back so many memories. I’m an all out city gal, though I live in a small developed town just 15 mins from the capital that is if you drive at 3am (lol). My maternal grandma lived right smack in the middle of the capital so mum’s another city gal. My paternal grandparents migrated from India to an estate in Kuala Selangor, where grandpa was the mandor@ estate supervisor. But grandpa died before I was born and grandma lived with us till her death. My dad spent very little time there, he had been scooted of to an aunts place in the capital to study, so he's another city boy. Even in India, my hometown is a bustling temple town, Thiruannamalai. Only for a few years of my childhood, one of my uncles lived in the estate house.
So once in 2 years we’d go visit them and take the bumpy road leading to Kuala Selangor. When I said bumpy I literary meant it. It was like going horseback ridding without the saddle.
Ouch..... Explains why it was a 2 year once thing only.
What I liked going there for was the scenery. Everything was so green and the way the rubber trees (Hevea brasiliensis) were planted made beautiful picturesque images for the mind. Most of all it meant I got to collect the rubber tree seeds that fascinated me coz it had tiger like stripes on it. The people were laid back, the zinc roofed houses and the gravel roads lined with rubber trees and the old bikes noisily breaking the silence. That were sweet memories of old times.
Everything gushed in floods of memories as I sat and watched CHEMAAN CHAALAI. I was totally engulfed in the movie right from the start. It’s a simple story of a family centralising the gal with dreams of higher studies. This is the movie I have been waiting for someone to direct, that showcased the quirky Malaysian things. BE warned do not go expecting a Tamil masala (which is what most Malaysians love), its an arty movie. Only if you have similar memories or a love for art movies ( I have both :)))), will you enjoy this movie. So don’t go and call the director worthless just cause you watched it cause its the in thing.
No song sequence, no stupid mentality jokes, just simple story telling with enchanting cinematography. Even PC Sriram would approve. The Director of Photography ALBERT HUE gets my applause. Can I have photos of the Blue skies and field excavation of Shanta and her brother?
(lol since googling Chemman Chaalai leads to my blog, I’m hoping the crew reads this and sends me the photo. Which I will dutifully post here :p).
The Director Deepak Kumaran Menon, gets the second applause for his simple story telling. By the way love the design of the company logo of One Hundred Eye. It looks like a small feet with a peacock inside. Very nice but I can’t find it online.
The movie had a feel good theme, it was as if an old friend was embracing you after a long absence.
Warning spoiler alert.
Movie starts with a before dawn ride by the ladies to the estate to tap rubber. This is one of the only 2 places the background music matches the movie. My only gripe with the movie is the irritating music, will explain more later. The movie was set in the early 1960s. Times when education wasn’t given an importance and if you had gals, they could forget about an education. That’s what the movie portrays - hope of a young gals higher education dream in the 60s. So showing the childrens early morning journey to school, highlights the distance and time children had to take to learn.
That’s where the character of Ravi the father shines. He is my most favourite character in the movie. Effortlessly acting as the father to 4 gals and one son. His scenes had me chuckling or smiling. When the mandor approaches him to stop Shalu from school and work at his home as a maid you have a son to think about, the father despite his financial woes puts his foot down and tells the mandor no my children will study boy or gal. Beautiful.
Then there’s the scene where he cycles Loges his youngest daughter. You see the rapport he has with his children and the pride as he hears his 12 year old speak in English. Another thing has been faintly highlighted. How conservative Indian fathers react with their daughters. Affectionate at young and at a distant as they surpassed puberty. The second was shown as the father tells his eldest :-
your happiness is my happiness marry who you wish.
There’s no hugs of joy just a look of thanks and a pat on the head from the father. Reminded me of the relationship I had with my own father.
The second character who I loved was Shanta ( Shalu)’s mother’s brother the childrens uncle or mama, Devan. He quietly helped as much as he could to lessen the burden of the family while helping the children realise their dreams. Quietly placing shoes for Eeswari, assuring Shalu he’ll help to realise her dreams and assuring Ravi that the eldest marriage will go on.
All the actors performed well. There was a natural flow as the characters grew together in bridging the story.
Aatchi (chinese term for aunty) the tailor, had me reminiscing about my old neighbours and shopkeepers I fondly called aatchi. They moved and now I no longer have anyone to call aatchi since the ones I know now prefer aunty. :(
Narein played by Saran, did a good job as the lovelorn boy. Faint romance play, sweet to watch. I have always like Saran’s singing and hosting. Here’s a Malaysian talent who will make waves. I was so engrossed in the movie that when his twist came, unconsciously tears welled up in my eyes.
His noisy motor that kept breaking down was whacky. Especially the scene where he gets the teacher to push the motor for a long distance.
The script by the Directors mother Sooria Kumari was very Malaysian and I think a recap of her personal memories. Only gripe was certain parts it sounded very formal. Which Malaysian speaks like that?
....... Piragu pahpohm.
Lol I thought we said aprohm pahpohm.
Shalu has done a good job as well. The makeup less village look Shalu looks very different from the actress Saradha that we’ve been seeing on TV for the Baba’s NTV7 U & U commercial. Though I wonder why she didn’t react in surprise to her sister Lalita’s revelation of a secret love.
Eeswari the middle child often sounded more mature than Shalu despite being younger.
One of the hilarious scene's was the split second first time meeting of the Taukim family with the gals as a ride for school. As the car stops, the Chinese father and his 2 children stare blankly at the girls. Really funny shot, how many times did they practice this. Can I have this photo as well? :p
It sucked big time. What kind of score uses only sitar and tabla and not a very good playing of the sitar. Poor sitar was practically crying in a few scenes. As the player screeached away on the strings. This is what I hate with Malaysian musicians they take a crash coarse in an instrument and never learn more but claim they're great players. Sorry but the sitar doesn't screech if you know how to play it.
And why the hell were you playing a happy tune for a sad scene????
The father just lost his hard earned bought wife’s jewellery and in the background you hear crappy happy music. I seriously wonder why the director didn’t ask Saran to do the music he’d have been a better choice. Have heard some of his own compositions really good and he knows how to differentiate moods of music. The only other place he gets his credit is the music played after the narein twist. My plead to the director. Either take out all the score besides those 2 scenes or replace it with something else. At least before the
US Premiere at the 48th San Francisco International Film Festival, April 21st - May 5, 2005.
Some people complained that the movie ended abruptly. I beg to differ, if you had concentrated youd realise it wasnt abrupt. The point of the movie was to show that she had realised her dream to get into Univercity not to see what happens after that. Though it was definetly a beauty shot when they got the Uncle to cycle her when all this while he drove a truck.
All in all I loved the movie. Though very sad to see there was only 3 of us in the teahter. Though one donkey walked in waslked out and waslked in again sat for 10 mins and walked out. I have become a fan of the director and the production team. Will watch anything else you guys produce at the teather and if this cd is released I’m buying one. Please watch this movie only if you love art movies. Its worth your time.
To GSC MIDVALLEY, thank you for continuing to screen the movie despite the poor response. I promise to watch most of my movies at MIDVALLEY (which I have been doing) as long as you support such great Malaysian productions.
If you want a holiday it means finishing that weeks work in 3 days. Sigh. Anyway I have a longgggg post that will make its appearance today. Finally watched a movie I said I will. Some demi god decided it wanted to have fun in my already busy life by getting me stuck in a 5 km long unmoving winding traffic crawl yesterday morning. The only worth mentioning part of it was the cute joke that happened. Not hilarious but had me grinning like an idiot alone in the car. Sigh don’t know what the people in the next car must have thought seeing someone grinning at a traffic jam ...alone.
As soon as I joined the crawl I knew I was going to be late for work. As the clocked ticked and reached our normal ‘allowed lateness without informing’. I knew I had to make THE CALL. Well I have 3 bosses. I report to my immediate boss who is also the office manager and the person that opens the office doors. So if you’re late, want leave, taking mc, she's the one you call (lol this line just reminds me of the Ghostbuster song who you gonna call... Ghostbuster). So drastic time’s means taking drastic steps.
Boss : Hel.... (before I cut her hello)?
Me : Boss, I’m caught in a traffic jam in front the office. It’s not moving, I'm going to be late Sorry. (all in the most urgent, quick desperate pitiful voice)
Boss : ......( a few seconds of silence and my heart goes thump! Thump!)....... ME TOO :))))
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
I’m not going to even post the slur by the now suspended Dj on Tsunami tragedy. People like this should be fired and other radio stations should not take them in. Please read it here and listen to it as well. Just reading it has my blood boiling.
I am glad the shows no longer on air and it’s sponsors pulled out. BUT FOR HOW LONG????
Somehow given the track record of that station, I think this is nothing but another PR stunt.
I took this photo of my parents in December 2002 at a Narasimha Temple in Andra. Contrasting individuals of contrasting colour :p
The temple was very quiet and tranquil yet it was the temple of the lion headed god - Narasimha. The temple has a number of beautiful wall paintings and a rustic charm to it.
I really like this photo for its serenity and the sunlight's gleam. The thing is the photo was only processed right after my dad’s funeral less than a year later. (prob with my house we take ages to develop film but shot loads :p). When I saw this photo only one thing came to mind.
Was my dad’s upward look an indication of thing’s to come?
Click here for a larger image.
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
Over the weekend NTV 7 aired Star Wars V: The Empire Strikes Back. That’s when a thought occured. Ben and Yoda were discussing Luke Skywalker as he gets ready to leave the Dagobah planet.
Ben : That boy is our last hope.
Yoda : No...There’s another.......
Did this ever get answered? Do we know who the other THE ONE is?
By the way the 3000th was someone from Santa Monica. (throwing Confetti) Yayyyy :)))
The Sultan Abdul Samad Building - that houses the High Court
Some 31 years ago Kuala Lumpur separated its administration from Selangor, so our capital will stand out on its own. But most of us Selangorians, KL remains a part of us. Even though the separation happened before I was born, I always felt the connection between both states.
The Kuala Lumpur Railway Station with its Moorish design.
A nice article on the KL that was.
Believe it, this is a shot of KL Sentral. My favourite actually.
By the way I’m working today despite the public holiday, again.
KL Towers - the place to go to get a view of KL up high in the skies.
The good news is, courtesy of these public holidays I have been working on, I get a long break for Chinese New Year from the 6th till the 13th of February 2005. The thing is I’m going to be missing from the blogsphere as I most probably won’t be near any Internet connections.
Bintang Walk - the happening street of Kuala Lumpur
KLCC - do I really need to explain this building?
I will also be missing from the 26th till the 6th of March 2005 for work. Though I will be near Internet connections, I doubt I’d have the time. So to my blog readers and rss readers, will catch up when I get back.
Oh by the way who wants to be my 3000th visitor? It’s just another 7 hits. Once it hits 3k, I’ll celebrate your entry :p