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Sunday, October 30, 2005
Thursday, October 27, 2005
coventrynasilemakandshibuya
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"I don't know how I'm perceived, you'll have to tell me..."
How many pre adolescent kids utter that phrase each day? Cliched as it is, I do believe it does hold some truth, to a different degree. I spoke with the new cultural officer today and the big bold news is that he's not even Malaysian, but better still... he's one from our colonial past, an Englishman. Jeepers you say... Frankly, I think its great!
By having a limited sight into the daily life of Malaysia, I believe that should politics spare him, it would be then possible to direct Malaysia Night into something we've all dreamed of, something Malaysian not for Malaysians. Something cultural while spared the peppering of inside jokes that's kept our VC asleep on the front row. Yet, what I found strange was his concepts were strangely vaguely familiar to that of experimental theater back in Malaysia. Lights, shadows, few props, use of fabric. Not minimalist, but hassle kept to the minimal. What about the extravagance of Malaysian plays, the culture, the song, the dances?!
"Calm down Sara, calm down..." (2001, Warwick Malaysia Night)
I'd say lets give the boy a hand, lets see what he can do. I truly believe this is the change of air we all need. The One? Probably not, but it'll be interesting to find out anyway.
Reference: Tokyo Girls- Style, The Times
The article may not be exactly true, after all... there is a Tokyo girl about 6 feet away from me. A story crafted and pieced together like minced pie from a recipe, it might taste good, its not made by the originals but heck, did I mention it might taste good?
"a country where radicalism and conservatism sit shoulder to shoulder..."
Lost in Translation, Gwen Stefanie, Tarantino... What do they have in common, Japan, Tokyo! Shibuya with its screaming neon lights (take that you townie punks, only 2 tubes on your set of wheels?!)and the serenity that I see portrayed by the flashing screen in front of me. For all its novelty "It may be the land of obsessive collectors of Paris Hilton memorabilia, surgically enhanced Audrey Hepburn lookalikes, prepubescent pop stars singing about heartbreak and green-tea KitKats" it can't be said that feminism has taken off in a big way (Please correct me, you know who you are)
The article goes on in length explaining the sights of Japan, the perceptions of Tokyo and the apparent behavior of people. It may not be correct, but it sure is interesting. Like human behavior, you might not see it that way if you were in it. By the way, I'm getting sleepy, the computer is running out of battery but I'm just plain lazy to go on in depth. So taraa...
Thinking of:
"I don't know how I'm perceived, you'll have to tell me..."
How many pre adolescent kids utter that phrase each day? Cliched as it is, I do believe it does hold some truth, to a different degree. I spoke with the new cultural officer today and the big bold news is that he's not even Malaysian, but better still... he's one from our colonial past, an Englishman. Jeepers you say... Frankly, I think its great!
By having a limited sight into the daily life of Malaysia, I believe that should politics spare him, it would be then possible to direct Malaysia Night into something we've all dreamed of, something Malaysian not for Malaysians. Something cultural while spared the peppering of inside jokes that's kept our VC asleep on the front row. Yet, what I found strange was his concepts were strangely vaguely familiar to that of experimental theater back in Malaysia. Lights, shadows, few props, use of fabric. Not minimalist, but hassle kept to the minimal. What about the extravagance of Malaysian plays, the culture, the song, the dances?!
"Calm down Sara, calm down..." (2001, Warwick Malaysia Night)
I'd say lets give the boy a hand, lets see what he can do. I truly believe this is the change of air we all need. The One? Probably not, but it'll be interesting to find out anyway.
Reference: Tokyo Girls- Style, The Times
The article may not be exactly true, after all... there is a Tokyo girl about 6 feet away from me. A story crafted and pieced together like minced pie from a recipe, it might taste good, its not made by the originals but heck, did I mention it might taste good?
"a country where radicalism and conservatism sit shoulder to shoulder..."
Lost in Translation, Gwen Stefanie, Tarantino... What do they have in common, Japan, Tokyo! Shibuya with its screaming neon lights (take that you townie punks, only 2 tubes on your set of wheels?!)and the serenity that I see portrayed by the flashing screen in front of me. For all its novelty "It may be the land of obsessive collectors of Paris Hilton memorabilia, surgically enhanced Audrey Hepburn lookalikes, prepubescent pop stars singing about heartbreak and green-tea KitKats" it can't be said that feminism has taken off in a big way (Please correct me, you know who you are)
The article goes on in length explaining the sights of Japan, the perceptions of Tokyo and the apparent behavior of people. It may not be correct, but it sure is interesting. Like human behavior, you might not see it that way if you were in it. By the way, I'm getting sleepy, the computer is running out of battery but I'm just plain lazy to go on in depth. So taraa...
Bought too soon
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Damn Nikon! Wanted a D70s with kit lens and nope, no stock... So ended up with a Canon 350d instead with kit lens and 90-300 f4.5 ultrasonic. NOW!!!
D200, 18- 200 VR f3.5!!!
WAH! Feel like crying...
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Damn Nikon! Wanted a D70s with kit lens and nope, no stock... So ended up with a Canon 350d instead with kit lens and 90-300 f4.5 ultrasonic. NOW!!!
D200, 18- 200 VR f3.5!!!
WAH! Feel like crying...
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
So Many Powdefu!
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Power, the concept, the perception.
Power in conversation, in argument, in chain of command. Who has it, who doesn't?
Power within a conversation with 10,000 people, who's the one with the power, equal footing, does it exist?
Character development? Powerful character? Nature vs. Nuture?
Simulation of power? Argument of power? Change in power?
Just thought I'd list questions for the time being...
Thinking of:
Power, the concept, the perception.
Power in conversation, in argument, in chain of command. Who has it, who doesn't?
Power within a conversation with 10,000 people, who's the one with the power, equal footing, does it exist?
Character development? Powerful character? Nature vs. Nuture?
Simulation of power? Argument of power? Change in power?
Just thought I'd list questions for the time being...
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Hello- Goodbye
Listening to: Sunworshipor, Mylo
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Ciao- Used for both Hello and Goodbye
Every circle ends where it begins... As fate would have it, on an ordinary trip to Tescos to grab some food and fruits, a familiar face walked up and along with it a familiar smile.
We've been hi- bye friends for most of our 4 years in the university, and we met on the first day of orientation. As she's on her last few days here, its weird to finally settle on a proper conversation where we first made proper conversation, getting lost finding tescos 4 years before.
She's one of those faces you remember and you bump into every now and again. A face without a personality, you know everything about what each people do but you never know each other.
Anyway, just thought its kinda weird..
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Ciao- Used for both Hello and Goodbye
Every circle ends where it begins... As fate would have it, on an ordinary trip to Tescos to grab some food and fruits, a familiar face walked up and along with it a familiar smile.
We've been hi- bye friends for most of our 4 years in the university, and we met on the first day of orientation. As she's on her last few days here, its weird to finally settle on a proper conversation where we first made proper conversation, getting lost finding tescos 4 years before.
She's one of those faces you remember and you bump into every now and again. A face without a personality, you know everything about what each people do but you never know each other.
Anyway, just thought its kinda weird..
Saturday, October 15, 2005
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Am in Changi, wireless and wondering what in world am I doing here in the first place. Said no to job offers in KL and spending an extra bag of cash on a plane ticket to somthing thats not guaranteed. Oh well, here's to future hunting and along the way, a little adventure...
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Am in Changi, wireless and wondering what in world am I doing here in the first place. Said no to job offers in KL and spending an extra bag of cash on a plane ticket to somthing thats not guaranteed. Oh well, here's to future hunting and along the way, a little adventure...
Monday, October 10, 2005
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Over the weekend, brother and I tagged along with a bunch of Church friends and peers to an Orang Asli (directly translated, "original people" you get the idea) village. It was great fun, both getting there and just being in the fringe of the jungle (mostly rubber plantation- ish areas). Anyway, I don't feel like writing a third entry today (though the other 2 were written a while ago) So I'll leave some photos here...
-Where, Rumah Sidik a lake front house with much land and greenery-
-What, Possibly would end up on a plate soon-
-Who, 2 out of 4, series shot of boy, window and frontal wall-
-What, 16 kids and a rope... focal point is boy with extremely calm looking face amongst the action-
How? Canon Powershot Pro1
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Over the weekend, brother and I tagged along with a bunch of Church friends and peers to an Orang Asli (directly translated, "original people" you get the idea) village. It was great fun, both getting there and just being in the fringe of the jungle (mostly rubber plantation- ish areas). Anyway, I don't feel like writing a third entry today (though the other 2 were written a while ago) So I'll leave some photos here...
-Where, Rumah Sidik a lake front house with much land and greenery-
-What, Possibly would end up on a plate soon-
-Who, 2 out of 4, series shot of boy, window and frontal wall-
-What, 16 kids and a rope... focal point is boy with extremely calm looking face amongst the action-
How? Canon Powershot Pro1
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I turned off the music to feel the jab as the pedal is pressed, the surreal silence within the cabin and the howl of the engine outside. I turned off the lights and fan to hear the crickets. Two different origins, yet with both I feel at peace.
"A flower’s not so weak; a flower’s not so cold"
A sticky note with 13 names, each one cut down one at a time, some just crossed out of failure. Yet, many more to be added just with hope that one will come through.
"A flower’s not so scared to wither and to grow old"
One voice in the head, driving me insane. Yet with the insanity, perhaps I’d comprehend the care within.
I could be… frail.
Part deux
In a crowd, the image of a black man and a white child. Hands held, smiles shared. Both with a missing tooth and a silly laugh. Black suits pass, click of heels as they cross the aisle. Each with one purpose, all different yet with one goal… Me.
Conversation with a child, who once believed in you
So many forgotten, both young and old. Deviated, forgotten, apprehensive, silenced…
How does one explain to him what it is you do
Castles on hilltops burn, come crashing to the ground. Light up the furnace, take it all down. Pillage and plunder, salvage what is left. From civilization’s final mess.
Daddy, daddy please tell me its not true
Yet for now, the passing of the man and child keeps faith. Humanity may still prevail. Eat drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die (diet :P).
So many things from his past he starts to understand
-Fin-
*Think what you wish. Its just scribbles and jottings, no bearing on life… I hope.
Thinking of:
I turned off the music to feel the jab as the pedal is pressed, the surreal silence within the cabin and the howl of the engine outside. I turned off the lights and fan to hear the crickets. Two different origins, yet with both I feel at peace.
"A flower’s not so weak; a flower’s not so cold"
A sticky note with 13 names, each one cut down one at a time, some just crossed out of failure. Yet, many more to be added just with hope that one will come through.
"A flower’s not so scared to wither and to grow old"
One voice in the head, driving me insane. Yet with the insanity, perhaps I’d comprehend the care within.
I could be… frail.
Part deux
In a crowd, the image of a black man and a white child. Hands held, smiles shared. Both with a missing tooth and a silly laugh. Black suits pass, click of heels as they cross the aisle. Each with one purpose, all different yet with one goal… Me.
Conversation with a child, who once believed in you
So many forgotten, both young and old. Deviated, forgotten, apprehensive, silenced…
How does one explain to him what it is you do
Castles on hilltops burn, come crashing to the ground. Light up the furnace, take it all down. Pillage and plunder, salvage what is left. From civilization’s final mess.
Daddy, daddy please tell me its not true
Yet for now, the passing of the man and child keeps faith. Humanity may still prevail. Eat drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die (diet :P).
So many things from his past he starts to understand
-Fin-
*Think what you wish. Its just scribbles and jottings, no bearing on life… I hope.
Call Me Chicken Shit
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Call me Chicken Shit, Call me lukewarm... Suddenly I don't feel like moving from this place. Its too comfortable, I guess maybe its just home. But the plane tickets are here, and this isn't time to back down.
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Call me Chicken Shit, Call me lukewarm... Suddenly I don't feel like moving from this place. Its too comfortable, I guess maybe its just home. But the plane tickets are here, and this isn't time to back down.
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
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