Well, here it is. The very last day of another year. Again. But I gotta say this year was very different compared to others? Why? Simple, for most of it I wasn’t in my decrepit home country, Malaysia. Okay, maybe the place deserves more credit than I give it but that’s another matter.
Well… let’s see… I’ve definitely discovered the joys of drinking socially; it’s not a bad thing. I’m sure there’re most of you who’ll roll your eyes and shit like that but sure, we’re all entitled to our own opinions.
Not-so-familiar-classmates have become good friends. Acquaintances have become friends. Idiots have been cast aside as the natural progression of social Darwinism takes place. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting more amazing people that add more colours and meaning to my life. So, here’s to you people. Abhi, Bob, Elly, Palm, Pui Yee, Shevoune, Su, Sarah, Bon, Carissa, Kang Wei, Daniel, Carmen, and Eric. You foos made my time really enjoyable in Melbourne.
And let’s not forget the old Indah crowd, even though far away, but still very entertaining indeed. The 706 girls, Nix, Nabila (congrats on getting married!) and Piumi. The 706 lads, Rushdi, Taqi, Rahul and to a lesser extent, Saad, you goat-raping, phone-stealing bastard! The 710 lads, Raashid and Suheil… and Rashmi, even though most of the time you ain’t there! The 709 dudes, Zabreen, Rikaz and especially Shakir, bunch of haramis you guys. Cheers to you lads. And though this is super late, thanks for that farewell present!
Learnt loads of shit about life in Melbourne. I had my eyes opened further. I’ve went from vindictive to loving the country. It’s beautiful scenery, the fun and very, very beautiful people and of course, your beautiful weather (not counting summer, you bastard).
I’ve seen things… experienced a lot of new things. Very thankful for that. I got to know her… I’m still confused over where I stand in this whole mess my mind has made up, but I’m glad that’s off my chest. Out of sight, out of mind, as they all say.
I’ve lived like never before in that country. I guess I have my mum to thank for that, financing this overly expensive son of hers to a city as amazing as Melbourne.
So, I suppose, it’s only fair that I be thankful for this amazing year, for it’s amazing people I have met, for the amazing experiences I have been able to experience and for my chance to count how much “amazing”s I have used in this post alone. Amazing. That’s another one.
Here’s to you, 2009. Ye have been a great year, but your time’s up.
Peace.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
She Cold Stabbed Me
Yeah, just got my ass back from Melaka. Amazing food. Better than Ipoh, especially the ais kacang and the cendol. Damn son... cheaper too! But the chicken rice balls... meh... like that la. It's not exactly as played out as Pui Yee tells me.
Finally replaced my bokken from Melbourne with another similar black one that I saw while walking down Jonker walk. But that's another story for another time, in another post.
So I came back with a headache that's been with me since that morning, all the way in the train ride and all the way back here. So right after dinner, popped a double of Panadol and dozed off.
My next memory is that I had a dream of my ex. We were driving in a suburban area in a convertible. No reason, we were just there. Suddenly, next most vivid moment in the dream was me, adjusting the rear view mirror and I felt her move suddenly, I moved my hand in the way to block it and she plunged a syringe right into my outstretched palm. I saw a sort of green liquid in there. Transparent, somewhat neon-like and she pushed down on the plunger. Somehow I knew that was poison and next thing I knew, I reached across her with my free hand, opened her door and kicked her out.
I sped off and headed towards the hospital where I saw an old friend and his brother. I waved to them, went in, and parked. For some reason, all of my Melbourne friends were there with my ex and they were all asking why I was there 'cause they were there visiting another friend of mine that in reality, they didn't know. When I saw my ex, I was prepared to defend myself in case she had another trick to pull on me but I felt seriously weak from the previous shot she gave me.
The next few things were a bit fuzzy but suddenly said the reason why she did was because I never did the things she wanted and never took her to the places that she wanted to go. I remember holding her hands and saying that I will take her wherever she wanted to go, she just had to ask.
Next thing I knew, I stumbled into the hospital, looking for the right counter to talk to. Eventually I reached the right one and I succumbed to the poison and found myself on the floor. I woke up, in the dream, next to my other hospitalized friend.
And then here I am, typing this out. Wonder what the hell does this all mean.
Btw, was anyone on Fly.Fm around 9.10 pm last night? Yours truly got on radio! =D Hahahaha...
Anyways, I'm out. Enjoy your holidays.
Peace.
Finally replaced my bokken from Melbourne with another similar black one that I saw while walking down Jonker walk. But that's another story for another time, in another post.
So I came back with a headache that's been with me since that morning, all the way in the train ride and all the way back here. So right after dinner, popped a double of Panadol and dozed off.
My next memory is that I had a dream of my ex. We were driving in a suburban area in a convertible. No reason, we were just there. Suddenly, next most vivid moment in the dream was me, adjusting the rear view mirror and I felt her move suddenly, I moved my hand in the way to block it and she plunged a syringe right into my outstretched palm. I saw a sort of green liquid in there. Transparent, somewhat neon-like and she pushed down on the plunger. Somehow I knew that was poison and next thing I knew, I reached across her with my free hand, opened her door and kicked her out.
I sped off and headed towards the hospital where I saw an old friend and his brother. I waved to them, went in, and parked. For some reason, all of my Melbourne friends were there with my ex and they were all asking why I was there 'cause they were there visiting another friend of mine that in reality, they didn't know. When I saw my ex, I was prepared to defend myself in case she had another trick to pull on me but I felt seriously weak from the previous shot she gave me.
The next few things were a bit fuzzy but suddenly said the reason why she did was because I never did the things she wanted and never took her to the places that she wanted to go. I remember holding her hands and saying that I will take her wherever she wanted to go, she just had to ask.
Next thing I knew, I stumbled into the hospital, looking for the right counter to talk to. Eventually I reached the right one and I succumbed to the poison and found myself on the floor. I woke up, in the dream, next to my other hospitalized friend.
And then here I am, typing this out. Wonder what the hell does this all mean.
Btw, was anyone on Fly.Fm around 9.10 pm last night? Yours truly got on radio! =D Hahahaha...
Anyways, I'm out. Enjoy your holidays.
Peace.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Avatar
"I See you"
I gotta admit... I was awed by the trailer itself. I was moderately keen on watching this movie and so I did. Went in a few minutes late just to see Jake Sully arrive right on time for his 1st briefing.
The movie, to say the least, is superbly visually astounding. You can definitely tell a lot of thought has been put into the whole creative design of the inhabitants, the world itself, the concepts, everything, really. If my weed-damaged memory serves me right, I think it took the writer 4 years for the script to be done. Not that he was rushing or anything, but it just took that long until he was satisfied.
And man, those 4 years sure paid off.
You can definitely tell that James Cameron loves to put in some stuff from his previous movies… come on now, Sigourney Weaver and landmates? Aliens, anyone?
But still, it doesn’t mess with the story at all. The story, not groundbreaking, typical natives versus invaders set-up. Sure, there are countless stories out there that have similar themes, even on grander galactic scales but it’s not the story that entices people, it’s the way the story is told. I bet if you had watched a film on how the Malay kingdom defended itself from the invading westerners; you would’ve learnt a hell more than reading it off a bleeding book.
And that’s what contributes to Avatar being a great movie. The flow of the story. There are no pauses. Every scene commands amazement from the audience as Jake Sully and Neytiri walk about the lush Pandoran landscape, exploring their surroundings, startling unique and awe-inspiring creatures and plants as they go.
The battles are epic and pull no punches. Missiles, incendiary ammo litter the skies against the seemingly weak but deadly accurate arrows of the na’vi inhabitants that ride on their flying beasts while led by the new Toruk Mocta, Jake Sully, which is basically now their new hero as he had tamed the untamable beast of the Pandoran skies.
As negative as the next sentence may sound, the plot is predictable, but the flow of the story keeps us in check instead of giving us time to guess what is coming ahead.
Ol’ Spiky’s Rating: 5/5 – Another movie that will define our generation.
I’m off to KL tomorrow and then to Melaka. Happy Holidays people and a belated Merry Christmas!
Peace.
The movie, to say the least, is superbly visually astounding. You can definitely tell a lot of thought has been put into the whole creative design of the inhabitants, the world itself, the concepts, everything, really. If my weed-damaged memory serves me right, I think it took the writer 4 years for the script to be done. Not that he was rushing or anything, but it just took that long until he was satisfied.
And man, those 4 years sure paid off.
You can definitely tell that James Cameron loves to put in some stuff from his previous movies… come on now, Sigourney Weaver and landmates? Aliens, anyone?
But still, it doesn’t mess with the story at all. The story, not groundbreaking, typical natives versus invaders set-up. Sure, there are countless stories out there that have similar themes, even on grander galactic scales but it’s not the story that entices people, it’s the way the story is told. I bet if you had watched a film on how the Malay kingdom defended itself from the invading westerners; you would’ve learnt a hell more than reading it off a bleeding book.
And that’s what contributes to Avatar being a great movie. The flow of the story. There are no pauses. Every scene commands amazement from the audience as Jake Sully and Neytiri walk about the lush Pandoran landscape, exploring their surroundings, startling unique and awe-inspiring creatures and plants as they go.
The battles are epic and pull no punches. Missiles, incendiary ammo litter the skies against the seemingly weak but deadly accurate arrows of the na’vi inhabitants that ride on their flying beasts while led by the new Toruk Mocta, Jake Sully, which is basically now their new hero as he had tamed the untamable beast of the Pandoran skies.
As negative as the next sentence may sound, the plot is predictable, but the flow of the story keeps us in check instead of giving us time to guess what is coming ahead.
Ol’ Spiky’s Rating: 5/5 – Another movie that will define our generation.
I’m off to KL tomorrow and then to Melaka. Happy Holidays people and a belated Merry Christmas!
Peace.
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