My Haiku:I wrote this haiku
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The person is male.
The age is older.
The stories are true.
This blog is mine.
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DVD Clubs
Macy's Day Parade
Slip of the tongue
Happy Scrappy Hero Pup
Aduhai Filem Ku
Varsity Blues
I want my MTV
To O is Human
Since joining the service, I can safely say I can bid farewell to waking up at 10am on Merdeka Day.
Happy 49th, Negaraku.
Monday, August 21, 2006
I say...screw the people, gimme a good rock anthem!
An' here I go again on my own
Goin' down the only road I've ever known,
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone
An' I've made up my mind
I ain't wasting no more time
Here I go, again?
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Randal Graves: Yeah, what're you looking for?
Kid: Happy Scrappy Hero Pup.
Randal Graves: Okay, hang on, I'm on the phone with the distribution house now, lemme make sure we got it. What was it called again?
Mom: Happy Scrappy Hero Pup.
Kid: Happy Scrappy!
Mom: She loves it.
Randal Graves: Obviously. Yeah, hello, this is RST Video, customer number 4352, I need to place an order. Okay, I need one each of the following tapes: "Whispers in the Wind", "To Each His Own", "Put It Where It Doesn't Belong", "My Pipes Need Cleaning", "All T*t-F*cking Volume 8", "I Need Your C*ck", "Ass-Worshipping Rim-Jobbers", "My C*nt Needs Shafts", "C*m Clean", "C*m-Gargling Naked Sl*ts", "C*m Buns III", "C*mming in Socks", "C*m On Eileen", "Huge Black C*cks and Pearly White C*m", "Girls Who Crave C*ck", "Girls Who Crave C*nt", "Men Alone II: the KY Connection", "Pink P*ssy Lips", and, uh, oh yeah, "All Holes Filled with Hard C*ck". Uh-huh... yeah...
(turning to Mom) Oh, wait, and, what was that called again?
Clerks, 1994
It's been so long and since the sequel is coming out soon, anybody know where I can get a copy of Clerks? DVD ciplak preferred. And oh, since I'm asking anyway, Fargo too.
Please? Pretty please?
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Tahun ini FFM disiarkan secara langsung di Astro. Sebelum ini, aku rasa pernah kot di RTM tetapi siapa pula yang tengok RTM kecuali suri rumah-suri rumah, ye tak? Aku menonton dengan harapan ia seakan Academy Awards yang aku sembah saban tahun itu. Malang sekali, terasa bodoh pulak aku meletak satu 'benchmark' yang begitu tinggi. Apalah yang aku fikir. Aku lupa aku berada di Malaysia yang tentunya jauh ke belakang berbanding mereka di Tinsletown itu.
Sebagai seorang pemerhati yang langsung tidak tahu menahu tentang selok belok industri filem tempatan, aku dengan mudahnya boleh membuat andaian bahawa majlis penganugerahan pada malam itu melambangkan keadaan sebenar industri filem di Malaysia: Lesu, hambar dan tiada idea.
Dan mengapa tidak? Aku sebenarnya rasa pelik kerana majlis anugerah biasanya adalah tentang ucapan rakaman terima kasih. Tetapi yang aku tengok, anugerah-anugerah utama sahaja yang ada ucapan. Yang lain tu, terima dan blah. Apehal?? Kalau ko kedekut sangat dengan waktu penyiaran, baik ko toksah kasi anugerah pada malam itu terus. Senang cerita. Ko pos sahajalah kepada pemenang. Jimat jugak duit penganjur nanti.
Aku pun tengok, 'montage' yang digunakan idea nya baik. Seakan-akan MTV Awards begitu. Bezanya ialah langsung haram tak kelakar. Aku tengok member aku buat 'montage' masa kursus aritu lagi berlipat kali ganda senak perut aku. Bahalol mana ko upah buat menatang jadah tu? Benda-benda camni selalunya aku tau RTM punya kerja. Bukan Astro. Buat malu syarikat je.
Satu lagi aku tengok minah Sharifah Amani tu. Aku dulu minat gile kat dia ni. Dulu lah. Sebelum malam Ahad lepas. Aku tengok malam tu dia berpasangan dengan Mawi kasi anugerah kat orang. Aku tengok gaya dan pertuturannya, seakan-akan memperlekehkan Mawi. Aku tau lah Mawi tu datang dari kampung Felda ceruk mana tah. Tapi ko jangan lah cakap macam dia mamat baru turun dari bas kampung kat Puduraya tu. Aku bukanlah peminat Mawi pun. Tapi ada la sikit hormat kat orang. Ko tu siapa? Lahir kat London ke? Muka Melayu batak jugak. Aku muka Jepun ni pun sedar aku siapa.
Tapi yang betul 'takes the cake' adalah apabila RTM interview dia backstage. Dia cakap (sambil tersesak-esak), "Saya memang marah sangat kalau tak menang anugerah ni. Saya dah berusaha keras untuk filem ini" Lebih kurang gitu lah ayat dia. Kalo ko nak ayat sebenarnya, ko talipon lah RTM mintak transcript.
Bila aku dengar ucapan ni, lagilah aku hangin. Pedulik hapa ko usaha keras ke tak. Ko ingat yang lain tu goyang kaki ke buat filem? Humble sikit boleh tak? Itu menunjukkan watak kita sebenar. Kalo ko tak menang, nasib kau lah. Ko nak marah buat apa? Kau kurang sikit je dari cakap, "Saya memang layak menang sebab yang lain tu filem diorang takde kualiti. Lagipun diorang tak berusaha keras macam saya." Untuk itu, aku takde perkataan Melayu untuk menyatakan ini : Fuck you.
Aku sebenarnya tak kisah ko nak buat ucapan terima kasih dalam bahasa Inggeris ke, Urdu ke, Jawa ke. Lantak kau lah. Tapi attitude kena lah jaga. Tengok macam mentor ko tu, Yasmin Ahmad. Ok je. Afdlin yang selalu berlagak tu pun boleh cakap dengan humble. That's what we call character.
Aku pun kesian tengok hos-hos pada malam itu (AC Mizal & Linda Onn) yang cuba menyelamatkan majlis itu dengan membuat lawak-lawak yang aku boleh juga terima. Malangnya, mungkin disebabkan penonton yang begitu kaku dan keras berserta suasana majlis yang memang membosankan, usaha murni mereka ini menemui kegagalan. Lebih malang lagi apabila kelihatan seperti mereka ini syok sendiri.
Tapi aku tak salahkan mereka. Ye lah...kita kan di Malaysia. Apa lagi yang kita boleh harapkan? Kalau kualiti filem pun mediocre mungkin tak memeranjatkan lah jika Festival Filem nya pun sama.
Takpelah.
Nasib baik bola dah start masa tu.
Monday, August 14, 2006
This year it kinda struck me that these people were in their First Year when I was doing my Final. Goodness, that long already? This will probably be the last year I'm attending coz next year there won't be anyone I know.
Time does fly when you're occupied with life. Tup tup it's been 3 years of my working career. Did I imagine myself to be in this position 3 years ago? Heck not. Regrets? Not a single drop.
I've noticed that I'm more appreciative of the things that I have in life. Things doesn't seem to be so complicated as it was, say...even a year ago. Finally I could say, I have a goal in life to achieve. I'm just starting out on the roadmap.
But in planning for the future, I always like to think of the past. The past never really left me. It doesn't drag me. It just sits on my shoulder to be looked upon when I need to. And I like it that way. Because on occasions like the above, it made me realised what kind of person I used to be. Who my friends were. At a time when 'Who I am' is not defined by the car that I drive or the size of my paycheck. Not that I've changed much. But in some ways, I have changed.
The absence of a few friends that night made me realise all this. What happened to us? Why are we seeing ourselves in a different light? I guess people move on. People change. Memories? Well, they're always the same, aren't they?
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
I loved the movie more on its portrayal of the so-called 'Gen-X' generation more than anything else. Plus it had Liv Tyler in it. So it can't be wrong.
I like to think of myself as part of that generation. Youthful energy. Teenage angst. Rebel against all things older than your sister. Images of Airwalks and baggy t-shirts come to mind. And most importantly, attitude. Yeah, you gotta have attitude. It's us against them. We were young. We were the next big thing. Some call it the MTV Generation.
Then one day something happened.
We grew up. We had day jobs. And all those crazy ideas about growing up to be Kurt Cobain went down the drain along with his brain. (Hey, that rhymes!)
Along the way, lessons were learned. Our idols were mere mortals. Some even worse than that. We learned that Michael Jackson is a freak of nature despite his cool videos. We learned that Vanilla Ice wouldn't be sitting on our CD shelf if he didn't have a white ass. We learned that those dudes from Milli Vanilli were jumping around on stage without uttering a single word. We lived. And we learned.
But the only surviving icon of that generation still plays on. And it shows no sign of stopping. Or even ageing. It doesn't even want to admit its age!
MTV turned 25 last week.
And with that, the flag bearer of popular culture, the reason some parents blame as bringing the devil into the home, the medium in which young minds are poisoned, the proud home to some of the most groundbreaking (if not controversial) shows on television turns a quarter of a century.
Happy birthday MTV. Let pop culture flow into our homes!
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
Sniff.