Placebo in Malaysia

Omg... Placebo is coming to Malaysia. We've (my friends and I) been talking about it for the whole of last year and then in 2010, BOOM!, they're coming down. This is it the last of the top 3 bands I need to watch before I die. The others included, Incubus, saw them in 2008 during Sunburst; Nine Inch Nails, saw them 2009 in Singapore during their Wave Goodbye tour; And finally Placebo is coming, March 16th 2010. Time to make a new list...
Hope the rest of 2010 kicks as much ass as the first quarter has. yes I know its only the end of January but screw it :)

MOON

'Moon' is a freaking awesome movie. Sam Rockwell could quite possibly win an Oscar for best leading actor , I certainly found myself believing and caring for his character through out. And Clint Mansell really deserves an award for Film Score, as always, it was a beautiful score, really made me feel the deafening loneliness being experienced by Sam. So it’s hard to understand why Sony won’t support its campaign for the Oscars, under the pretext of, being afraid it will be pirated when the DVD is sent to the Oscar Community. Well first things first, It’s already been pirated, in fact there are two different versions, so a third version probably wouldn’t really hurt Sony’s pockets anyway. But then again this is coming from the CEO of Sony, the same person who said “NOTHING good has ever come from the internet.” So I’m not really hopeful. But I’m hoping Sony changes its mind and sends it in anyway; it really deserves the chance for nominations if nothing else.
An awesome movie. The entire atmosphere of it was stunning. I suggest to everyone, go watch it.

2010’s TOP 10 BLAH

For sure there’s going to be tons of polls with the same pun implemented this year, ‘2010 top 10 blah blah blah.’ And I want to be the first to do this, well, at least the first that I know. So as pointless as this may be, here’s my 2010 top 10 list.

2010’s TOP 10 WAYS TO WASTE 10 MINUTES.
10 - Stare blankly at a wall
9 – Clean your already clean room
8 – Update Facebook status
7 – Read Facebook status updates
6 – Tweet
5 – Read Tweets
4 – Watch something pointless on Youtube
3 – Google something pointless
2 – Think of 10 ways to waste 10 minutes
1 – Write it down in your blog

Yup, what a waste of 10 minutes. Time to stare blankly at a wall.

Here's to 2010

So another year begins. There was no grand entry, no big bang, it just slipped in. 2009 went by so fast, that I never really took the time to stop and smell the ashes. All the coming and going, all the change (packed to the brim with change in fact) caught me off guard and I had to struggle to regain control. So this year I’m looking at the constants. The ever loving family, the ever loyal friends. For what ever that may present itself from around the bend, I’m not worried. For I know that as I slowly peer into the unknown, there’ll be someone right there beside me, anxiously waiting to see what comes next.

To my own amazement, I actually accomplished my 2009 new year’s resolution. In fact, I may have over done it. I have never read a single book for as far as I can remember and I promised that try to read at least 1 book. Now from 2009 to 2010 I’ve read 19 books, cover to cover. I have found a simple pleasure that I have missed out on for most of my life, and I can’t be more grateful to have found it, however late it is. The windows in my mind opened and the room enlightened.

Let’s start this new decade the best we can, and not falter along the way. Let’s head forth into the unforeseeable with heads held high. My best wishes go out to everyone on a quest. May you find whatever it is that you’re looking for and/or accomplish whatever it is you’ve set out to. Peace and love.

2012

I've spent some many hours over the past year or so reading in to the whole Mayan prophecy and cross referencing it with this and that; from scientific predictions, religious predictions and Nostradamus' predictions. I found the whole thing quite interesting and intriguing, believe it or not, the concept is something to muse on. And boy, was I completely disappointed by the movie. In short my review would be 'It sucks.’ But if I were to be more analytical about it, I would say ‘It downright simply sucked.’ That’s about it, anything more constructive is not worth my time. The History Channel documentary on the issue was one hundred times more entertaining. Now I hope the world does end at 2012 so at least then I would be able to say “Well, at least this is better than the movie.”

1st November - Conversation with the Subconscious

“Okay, what are you trying to tell me? Honestly I don't get it. I have been chipping away at that crack on the wall but it's not getting me anywhere.” I said to my subconscious. His name is Hadria, constantly changing its form some times familiar and other times not. He responded
“There’s a light seeping through is there not? You are getting somewhere.”
“Where, and would even benefit my conscious life? Or am I just wasting my time?”
“I’m not at liberty to say. Just keep chipping.”

So I did, I chipped away as he watched from over my shoulders. “You see it now?” Hadria said in enthusiasm. I told him that I see nothing. “But you do see it then, nothing?” he said.
“How can I see nothing?”
“Don’t contradict yourself.” His voice became harsh.
Baffled and frustrated I threw down the chisel he provided me with “you’re the one being contradicting!”
“Look again!”
I pressed my face against the wall and stared through the crack. White light burned and that was it, nothing else.
“Look closer” his voice now growing calm.
I felt my pupils slowly retracting as the burning light began lose its intensity. I saw a figure of a man, a silhouette mostly. “See it now?”
Details started to take shape, and I felt as if I was spying on someone, peeking through a crack on the wall.

More and more the man began to look familiar. “Is that…”I said.
“Yes, it’s you.” Said Hadria
“And you too.”
“No, just you.”
“But you’re me.”
“Yes.”
“Then that’s you too.”
“No, it’s just you. At this time in your life I did not exist yet. Technically I did, but I was asleep. Very deep sleep.”

The image now clear, I saw myself in my room on my computer, the screen was out of focus, just blur. I had long hair. Must be a year ago, I thought to myself.
“Yes, It is. One year ago today, I’m there too but fast asleep, in the depths of your mind. You had no need for me at this point.”

I turned back to face Hadria, who now looked like me a year ago “Why are you showing me this?” I asked, still not seeing his point.
“Change it.”
“What?”
“Change it. Your past, change it.”
“Do you want me to?”
“Yes, I do, because you want to, and I am you.”
“Can I really change it, and what about everything that’s happened over the past one year?”
“It won’t exist, you’ll start there, November 1st 2008, and from there you can progress to here, now. But it won’t be now, because this now will no longer exist.”
“Then would we ever meet?”
“No, you wouldn’t need me and I will be asleep.”
“What do I do?”
“Tear down the wall.”
Hadria handed a sledge hammer to me “Quickly, we’re running out of time.”
“But I don’t even know if I want to.”
“You do because I do. Now, tear it down, NOW!”
“Wait, I don’t know…”
“Now!” he yelled.
I swung hard against the pitch black wall in front of me. It rumbled so loud I felt as if my ears would bleed. Hadria kept yelling for me to hurry up. I swung harder and harder with each swing. And louder the rumble became, it was followed by a loud siren. The siren became so loud I had to drop the hammer to cover my ears. The pain was excruciating. My head felt like it was under an enormous amount of pressure. Hadria pushed me out of his way, and started to bash the wall with his own hands. His fists and forearms were bleeding, he was screaming something but I couldn’t hear over the sirens. I removed my hands from my ears to hear his screams. “We’re too late!” his screamed was followed by a loud screech, then silence. Infinite silence.

Stranded in KL at 4AM with RM4.00

What a day it has been. First of all we finished work at 4am. On my journey home, to my bed, my car broke down, in the middle of Bukit Bintang. So Shiresh, who was with me as well, and I struggled to get the car to a side of the road. Where we were less of an obstruction to traffic. We managed to stop right outside of Federal Hotel. We waited out side of the lobby for my brother to come with some motor oil, which was the reason the car broke down. So we waited, and waited. And in that one and a half hours of waiting, we were relatively entertained, pretty girls with almost nothing on strolled on by, groups of drunkest stumbling around, wasted men puking all over the streets; (and right in front of the lobby where we sat), obvious drunk drivers, obvious gold diggers, obvious (I want to Fuck a white men) chicks, obvious escorts, obvious prostitutes and obviously weird people (i.e. topless fat dude with pants unbuckled and the shoeless morning wanderer). These are the true sights of KL. No Fancy building with a duplicate, no tall upside down gasing, no overly priced parking lots, no dancing lights (sorry Madaan.) but the essence of what made the city what it is, its inhabitants. The penthouse hoppers and the nomads, the sobers and the drunks, the ladies and the sluts, the locals and the foreigners alike, comprised of the very breath of this city’s life. There we sat in the heart of our country, stranded, on the sidewalk, with a bottle of coke, drinking water and some cigarettes, at 4 in the morning and with 4 ringgit in our pockets.