Peter Panter and I

So i did Peter Pan last sunday. Pretty amazing for an indonesian act. That would be me comparing them with the international bands not our local ones, of course. Ours sucks and will continue to suck if they keep coming up with those tragic emo-fied monotone tunes they proudly call music. What rubbish is this?! Life is depressing enough as it is without their grieving songs playing in the background. But before I have missiles aimed up my arse and I become the Independence Day fireworks, we do have some exceptionally good underground bands no doubt. Unless they un-underground themselves, and be recognized, we would still be stuck with lousy bands whoring up the airwaves till the cows come home!

Oh, upper east sider is back. Go download it. You know you want to.
Double aww.

Lucky Bitches!

Lars and the Real Girl

Forgive me god for i have sin. You see, i was at a local film maker screening last friday and half way through it, i couldn't help but let out a soft snore and i probably drooled quite a bit too. It was unintentional. And its not like i haven't had enough sleep the night before. To tell the truth, i partly blame the slightly dimmed room and the squashy oversized couch that i was seating on at the screening for my lack of attention. It was all too comfortable to begin with. Then there's the minuscule fact that the line up of films screened were remarkably boring and way too artsy for me to digest. I'm just warming up the cultured part of me here, but if this is what it takes, then i'm more than happy to fall back to being trashy and ignorant again. It was in actuality too pretentious, and the films were working way too hard to be artistic. I'll give it an E for effort and T for trying. Nothing more.

Anyhow, i was out again last night for a midnight flick with lilmissmei. Ya, she finally came around and is recovering from her junkie days. I think everyone have their little moments. Hers was just a bit too medicated. Be that as it may, lets not elaborate any further, she's already so going to skinned me alive for what i'm saying now. It would be fatal to say more!

Anyway, it was Lars and the Real Girl this time around. A film that stretches the idea of a morbid love story so unconventional, i was left not knowing either to laugh in irony or sympathize in agony. Ryan gosling was somewhat spot on with his subtle and yet intense performance that drove the whole plot to a different level all together. Go watch it. You'll be blown away. This REALLY is a love story not quite like any others.

Oh, did i mentioned i'm heading off to peter panter's gig tonight? Its all part of the bigger plan to being cultured. Will brag about it when i come back. Ciao!

Movies + Books

Ohkay. Truth to be told, the cultured week that i have been raving about didn't quite turn out like what we have planned. With miss smith sudden interest with the whole peter panter's groupie club and lilmissmei having to deal with her personal issues of sleeping pills and painkillers, i was left alone to fan my own cultured curiosity. Thus, i end up snugging up the old pillow and fallen right into the movie marathon spell instead!

First up was Definitely, Maybe, which turns out to be quite an interesting conversation piece. Then there is the reruns of Clueless, which i have no idea why i went and drool all over it again. I'm guessing its paul rudd and all his yummiest. And like that's not enough, i had to fall head over heels in love with billy crudup's Dedication. An indie flick that speaks of life eccentricities and dealing with personal demons.

With this three films streaming thru my waking conscious, i was all cranked up and thirsty for another dose of cultured garbage. And that's when it hit me. I look around my room. Dug underneath the bed. Looked inside the boxes. Nope. None. Nada. There is not a single book in my room. I don't even have a bookshelf to begin with. Ditzy as i may sound, and i know this is very blonde of me, but i have never owned a book before. Probably because i don't buy books, that is if you minus the occasional school textbooks and revision workbooks. I usually rent books from a neighborhood bookstore with my mum. But right now, i'm thinking of starting a small little library in my room, filled with a collection of my favorite books. Buying a few books with each paycheck wouldn't be too harsh on my budget i guess. Hmm...

gimme FIVE!

The meme season have arrived. It was awhile back since i last indulged myself with the simple joy of finishing up a meme. Ahh. Behold the five things...

1. fIVE things in my bag : wallet, ulcer cream, moisturizer, my little brown book of dreams and a pair of shades.

2. fIVE things in my wallet: identification card, credit card, karaoke card, house keys and a twenty egyptian pound note from my last trip.

3. fIVE things I like most in my room: the gi joe i stole from shoot, moira the blythe doll, the russian doll jacie gave me, the instant photo i took in taiwan and my shiny disco ball.

4. fIVE things I'd like to do: finish up at least the first draft of the book i'm writing on, fall in love with a stranger, own a shop, travel the world with my parents and never have to say goodbye.

5. fIVE things I'm doing now: listening to maria mena's 'just hold me', painting my toe nail black, chewing on a toothpick, playing text twist on facebook and of course posting up this meme.

6. fIVE person i'd tag : big ben, queer rant, 11&us, bedtime stories and you.

Behold the many faces of Noah K.

I was youtubing this morning and i stumped across the video of this dude from brooklyn, ny. While i don't always condone men camwhoring, i'll let this one slide. This is what i call an obsessive camwhore guru. They should have an award in the nobel prize for him and him alone, coz' this take shit loads of patience and i don't think many of us have that courage. Definitely not me. Its not in my blood to be patience.

Anyhow, what happen is, this guy Noah K, he takes a photo of himself everyday for the past eight years and he's still doing it. Amazing. Simply amazing. And to think that i'm dreading to face the cold shower every single morning, i should be shot in comparison with him. Repetition is just not my cup of tea!

Noah K @ www.everyday.noahkalina.com

The scarier part is, after much googling, i came across Jonathan Keller who happen to be a much, much, MUCH bigger camwhore that Noah. These people are really freaks of nature! I likey like!!

Jonathan Keller @ www.c71123.com/daily_photo

What took her so long?!

My kitchen is alive again! Oh thank god for that! You see, my mummy dearest have decided to quit the whole cooking nonsense and went on a pledge against cooking for the past two years now. That woman have some attitude problem if i dare say so myself. And true to her words she never turn on her stove since then. Minus the occasional instant noodle craving and the die die must have chinese new year feast, she just stop being the culinary chef that she is. It seems she got bored with all the chopping, dicing and frying. I can't blame her coz' she've been doing it all her life. It started off with her taking over her mother's kitchen when my grandmother passed away when she was just sixteen years old, she cooked her way into her marriage, right through my many birthday dinners and up till my sister's pre wedding reception. I wouldn't say she's a nigella lawson, but she does have her little pink book of recipes that kept us all fat and chubby all this years. A one woman show, she truly is a good cook and of course a wonderful mother.

So you can understand why i went schizoid for a moment when i caught my mum brewing up a storm in her kitchen this morning. I praise the lord in high heaven and all the spirit in between for she have decided to slip on her apron and be the champion mum again. I can now die a happy man.

Twenty Seven Dresses

I just had a go at Twenty Seven Dresses. Admittedly its not as cultured as i wanted it to be, seeing that i'm going thru a cultured week of art exhibition, vinos at the attic and saturday polaroid shoots. However so, i did enjoy the movie no doubt. After all, its a chick flick with both edward burns and james marsden in it, who wouldn't be glued to the telly!

Ah, wedding. I want one too. I know i've posted some nonsense about my dream wedding previously which i'm so not proud of, but i do want to have my own happily ever after. I'm intrigued with the whole commitment bit. Having the ring is one thing, but having that one person to share my everything with, knowing that i'll always get his unbiased attention without fail each and every time, send sparkles to my heart. It makes me want to just leap out to the next guy i come across on the street and ask him to marry me. But thankfully for whatever left of my self-respect and of course those pills, i always managed to hold myself together from doing exactly that!

The thought of waking up next to the same man for the rest of my life, kept me going thru another day in this loveless life of mine. Celibacy is a choice after all. And i'm not talking about sex.

Me No Fluff!

I still can't get over the fact that my girlfriends doesn't believe that i wrote my last post. They are suspiciously thinking that i hired some kick ass copywriter to draft the post for me. Like hello! I do have some substance you know, not as socially challenge as you all think i am. I might be fluffly but i'm not all *fluff!

And since we're babbling about *fluff, i had this great idea about me joining the gym to get over the whole fluff look. Had being the keyword here, i never did go ahead and sign up for a membership. Why? Well, i have a pretty fuk up schedule to begin with for someone who is barely the head of pa's. I'll end up forking up cash for an entire month without even stepping into a gym once. Then there's also the fact that gyms are highly gay populated nowadays. No offense here. I'm a rainbow lovin' scrawny little gay myself, mind you, but its just that i don't want to be part of the assumption that all gays go to gym. It can't be true. Even if it is, i hate to be added up to the statistic. Call me stubborn and pathetic for all i care, i just don't want to be label a pretentious muscle mary! I just don't want to. So leave me alone. I know i have a problem. Doctor's appointment is next wednesday. Maybe i'll talk to her about this in between the session *sign*

By the way, i doubt this post is helping much in gaining more readership for the blog. I'm screwed eternally. But at least i'm honest.

*fluff = something having a very light, soft, or frothy consistency or appearance

Christophe Honore's Love Songs

Life achievements. How do i get some of those?

I pride myself as a juggler. A juggler who could camouflage through different facets of life, playing a different role each night to an assembly of audience. But as the curtain draws, the reality sinked in as i realized the naked truth that i never truly belong to any of the roles i played. I fooled the audience, myself included.

Maybe life is an illusion of its own too. Out to trick us with its sweet promises, like the apple adam ate; like the apple snow white bite into, all too alluring and destructive at the same time. We were deceived into playing a mantle of our own, befitting what we let ourself believe is our life calling, never compromising with fate, just running along the thread of life, only regretting it as we twirled closer to the core.

But by then, regret is not an option anymore. Its now that we should take matters to the hand and track our route to where we wanted it to go. Let satisfaction be the reason not responsibilities. Only then you'll truly honored life achievements to its true meaning.

I'm feeling a bit philosophical today. All because i took the cultured plunge and went for a friend's art exhibition at The Painting Show. I was impressed no doubt and obviously envy at the same time with his achievements. How do i get some of those achievement thingy? Are there on sale on the racks at tesco? Do they come in pink?

If only.

Anger Management

I know i should have just bluntly shoot a stream of rage right across to her, but i know better than to do it. What's the point in doing so anyway? Its not a game where i have to always win. If i let it be at least i'll live another day without regretting it. I guess you can say i'm a bit of a wuss when it comes to conflict. There's just to many things worrying me from actually acting out what i truly feels. Her feeling, others feeling towards her and the thought of losing a friend. I'm at the losing end here. So i rather just zip up and shut up. But what i really don't get is, do good friends brings you down? Pinch you where it hurts the most and outshine you whenever there's an opening? Does embarrassing your friends part of keeping the friendship alive? If so, i'll rather just be friendless!

Thankfully, one thing fabulous about being a gemini is that we're extremely good at avoiding issues and getting the hands off on things. We're natural born diverters who's good in channeling problems and making it a no biggie, even if its only temporary. If things ticks me off, i'll just zoned out with some good old cartoons. I'm a huge/big/massive fan of cartoons. But not just any cartoon though. I hate those high tech 3D animation ones and would rather prefers the old school cartoons anytime. Here's the top ten list of my upmost favorite cartoons in the universe ever!

As Told By Ginger

Totally Spies

Rugrats

Pinky and The Brain

Jimmy Neutron (I know. Its 3D. But i like!)

Emma : A Victorian Romance

Smurfs

Doraemon

Bob the Builder

Chip and Dale Rescue Ranger

WTF?!

What do you do when you accidentally swallow a gum? Gum as in those chewing stuff not the sniffing ones, mind you. It was a pink watermelon flavored one some more. But what i'm more concern is what happen to it? Would it get stuck in the arteries or those blood tubes thingy and clog up the entire system? How la? I hate the thought of constipation and not able to shit. Its bloody irritating and i'm getting paranoid by the minute. I tried swallowing a whole banana just so it would 'push' the gum straight to the tummy. But does it really help? Maybe if i drank a gazillion glass of warm water, it might melt the gum and liquified it. I know i'm sounding like a dumfuk, i don't care, i'm desperate here, so spare me the sympathy. I have a gum in my throat for crying out loud! I'm allow to be dumb! Or stupid. Or whatever! Arghh! This is too damn stressful.

And if this is not bad enough, i think i'm becoming a moody arse who constantly feeds on mood swings and temperamental behaviors. What have happen to the jolly me? Did i misplaced it back in egypt or have i lost it in transit? Either way, i'm not myself today.

I do hope you have a better day than i did :-)

Home at last!

How do you get rid of fat face syndrome? Its bloody irritating to have your face put on the pounds when you tip the scale a bit off the usual. Its the first thing that actually put on weight if i ever do put on weight. I end up looking most of the time like a human size tweety bird and it gets worst when i donned my skinnies. The resemblance is unearthly. I look like a freaking monster with an ever expanding head. I'm mars attacks all over again! What's worst is i don't see the attraction there and i doubt anyone humanish would see it too. Out of pure desperation, i tried chopping off my hair to an inch thin to make it looking less big but it actually makes it worst. I even try doing facial exercise by chewing on shit loads of gums, but guess what, i can now shove at least four whole apples into my mouth easily and still have enough room to make a decent conversation. I'm a freak of nature that deserve to be in a runaway circus. I imagine my costume to be shimmering pink lycra with a big pink bow across my freaking fat face. I'll be the star attraction of the night, they call me the Amazing Head and His Four Apple Stunt!!

Oh ya people, i'm officially back. And it's good to be home after the long haul aboard. Two months is really a long time to be away from home. Can you imagine i almost forgot which floor my apartment was on when i came home the first night. You can see clearly that i'm not much of a traveller. Do i miss home? Well, i never felt home sick until i was back home. I guess you never know what was gone until it really isn't there anymore. Am i making any sense here? Oh well, who cares anymore.

I'm just thrilled to be finally home.