Sunday, January 29, 2006

HAPPY CHINIE NEW YEAR!'s a merry merry Chinie New Year morning in the year of the Dog ( Go dogs! Dogs ROCK!) and the first thing i did in a merry Chinie New Year morning is to write a blog entry.


'Novel' way to start the year.

Had a great reunion dinner last night. Just like all reunion dinners. Especially the food. And my nephews. Mom never fails to impress us with her cooking.

I never mentioned yet that I'm not working daytime anymore, have I? My 6(+1)-month contract with Inspidea had ended around January 7th, and FA's starting on the 6th of February. Though I'm not a production designer anymore, I still work part-time for my boss Andrew in Inspidea to further develop some new ideas. I'm glad to be working for him. I appreciate very much for the fact that he seems to value my ideas and inputs a lot. I suppose right now it's okay for me at this point to think of him as a friend and not a boss, though I musn't forget he still is! Great guy and a very dynamic-thinking individual. Guess I'll still be earning some pocket money to sustain myself yet for now...

Slept night for a change last night, what a development! Can't sleep much, though, cos of the sudden change in time.

Oh well, Happy Chinese New Year to all my friends out there!

Thanks for all the SMSes that you sent. You've all been great. So, eat imaginary 9mm bullet from a home-made polystyrene gun!

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Friday, January 27, 2006

'Jika saya ada 100 ringgit'

Just a random thought. =) Can't help it, I must be crazy...

Do you remember your Bahasa Malaysia classes where you have to write karangan, or compositions? Remember this famous little karangan title which goes, 'jika saya mempunyai 100 ringgit' which means, 'what if i had 100 ringgit' during primary school where our teachers always have us write about (in 80 words or more)? I should think everyone who have studied in Sekolah Kebangsaans will have come across this title in some way or another, at least once.

Well, I had my fair share of 'jika saya ader 100 ringgit' and now that I think about it, I didnt do a very good job. I wasn't thinking too carefully at that time and wrote shit like ,'saya akan derma wang itu' or 'saya akan guna wang itu untuk membantu orang cacat', just like a naive kid would write. So I'm gonna do something about it right now: I'm gonna re-write this composition the way it SHOULD be written.

However, with today's high inflation and the fucktup state of our country's economy, i'm gonna modify the title just a lil bit. Here it goes.

Dalam 200 patah perkataan atau lebih, Tulis sebuah karangan bertajuk, 'Jika saya mempunyai 100000 ringgit'.

Pada zaman sekarang, boleh dikatakan amat bertuah bagi mana-mana insan yang memperolehi wang berjumlah 100000 ringgit di koceknya. Jika saya yang memegang wang berjumlah sebanyak itu, banyak sekali barang yang saya akan beli.

Pertama sekali, saya akan mengubahsuai kereta kepunyaan kakak ipar saya. Kereta tersebut akan dimuatkan dengan perisai-perisai besi pada badannya. Cermin-cermin akan ditukar dengan kaca bertahan lasak yang sukar dihancurkan walaupun ditembak dengan senapang gajah ataupun senapang dinosaur. Kemudian, enjin kereta tersebut akan tukardiganti dengan enjin lori berkuasa tinggi. Untuk menstabilkan badan kereta itu, saya akan membeli spoiler-spoiler serta side-skirt atau mana-mana modifikasi yang sesuai bagi menggantikan bahagian asas kereta itu yang kurang berguna. Dengan itu, bukan sahaja kereta itu lincah bagaikan lipas, malah kelihatan cantik berupa sebuah kereta 2 fast 2 Furious.

Disamping itu, saya akan pergi mencarik kedai menjual senjata api kat tempat tinggal saya. Senjata api yang dimaksudkan saya ini bukanlah senjata api yg biasa, tetapi senjata api besar-besar yang boleh di-muatkan pada kereta yang telah diubahsuai. Saya akan memuatkan dua pucuk gattling gun yang boleh dikawal pemandu di bahagian depan kereta itu, manakala bahagian belakang kereta itu akan diubahsuai pula untuk menjadi turret bermesingan yang menghala ke belakang ala kapal The Matrix untuk memusnahkan musuh yang serang hendap dari belakang. Saya akan membayar rakan saya dengan sejumlah daripada wang 100000 kepunyaan saya untuk mengawal turret tersebut. Wang itu juga akan saya gunakan untuk membeli bekalan peluru yang secukupnya bagi senjata-senjata yang banyak memakan peluru bagaikan unta haus yang meminum air.

Setelah siap semuanya, bolehlah saya bersama rakan-rakan saya keluar bergembira dengan kereta kebal baruku tersebut. Baki wang yang tertinggal boleh digunakan untuk belanja petrol.


Bite me.

What happened to the oath


It's been an eternity since I've posted any new updates on this piece of web fuck...or web piece of fuck...or fucking piece of web...or whatever.

Well now what has happened that's so valuable to update with anyways.
It's not like I'll be back to read this shit...not in a million years.
Cos in a million years i'll be dead. Hell not even my bestest of pals will come to read this. But then I feel i just have to write...something...writing really gives me this somewhat purging effect, like the last of my diarrheoa being discharged with the malignant air coming out lastly in huge long-lasting blasts to end it all.

mwagh. Anyway.

As i woke up this morning at 4pm to start work for the day, I had but a brief refletion upon certain facts that I have come to accept in my life for some time past.
Certain forgotten facts that have haunted my soul like a cancerous tumor within my body, now back in full force.

*IDEA*s, something so abundant and ultra rich in my soul and bonce during my younger days, has become but a commodity so rare that it's become more valuable than gold.
I don't blame you however, for not seeing this matter as something very serious, seeing as you're probably not in this professional line of exciting work. You're probably a boring neurosurgeon or a lame computer salesman.
As mundane as this topic can be, I'm taboo about ideas and I hold it something dear and sacred. Now, with my flair for original ideas gone, it feels as if someone's pissed on my gravestone, if not shat on it.

Is this really necessarily true? But then, what can i do about it? Does it merely mean a rift between crowning moments? Or does this mean I have declined?
Is it just a technicality or is it some permanent ailment in my creative career? What have I done to observe all this? What have I not done to keep myself at peak-performance? What happened to the oath i have taken during my more ambitious days when i joined the creative order of professional artists? The oath similar to the Hippocratic Oath taken by physicians to observe medical ethics?

Then, as I lay there bruised and bleeding after asking myself all these, a voice - could be my own - telling me that I suffer from several things. What, I (my conscious self) asked? The horrible truth was, that two of my greatest sins are SLOTH and PRIDE.
10 minutes of defeaning silence later, I decided that I also suffer from an appalling lack of motivation.
Talk about insult to injury.

Funny thing is, I'm not deeply depressed or anything lately, as is mostly the case with some creative people i know.

To conclude, I often keep telling myself that time will heal, and that we are what we make of ourselves, but i realise that's a load of bulls' shit (coining the term 'bulls' shit' and not 'bullshit', so as not to be so offensive) and bollocks. Anyway, this is thekind of stuff you get from watching Disney cartoons.

Anyway, first plan is to de-stress by taking a hike, go jogging, run down some snatch thieves on their motorbikes (i really don't mind doing that) or beat the shit out of someone at 2am with my samurai sword. Pray this works.

Julius, signin out