Saturday, April 4, 2009

UMNO

stands for We're Mostly Corrupt Liars Who're Willing To Put A Murderer In Charge Of 27+ Million People.

It's shortened to United Malays National Organisation for PR reasons, obviously.

They should still fire their PR people, because their name clearly indicates that the other 40% or so of the country are 2nd class citizens, really. Oh wait, they can't do that, because their PR person is probably their cousin's wife's third brother. Plus, you know, ketuanan Melayu.

If the rest of us 'Baliked Cina' as is sometimes spouted, I seriously wonder how long the country will last. Will the thin red line of hardworking, honest, non-theistic Malays be able to hold back the unstoppable horde of lazy narrow-minded Quran-thumpers? I think not. That, and the only people who know how to make a halfway decent fried rice will have gone.

I'm Chinese. The first words out of my mouth about China are 'Possibly Worst Country On Earth.' Loyalty is not based on your ethnicity. If I was given a button that said 'Cause Entire Chinese Govt to Have Heart Attacks' I'd get a dictionary and start calling some morgues. I can say entirely without fear, cause guess what? YOU CAN'T GET BLOGSPOT IN CHINA.

Honestly, I think the only reason we don't have stricter internet laws in this country is that the people who want the laws put in couldn't find their way around a router farm with two hands and a map.

You know what else they can't find without two hands and a map? Their goddamn testicles.

Seriously. Grow a pair. Maybe you can ask Teresa Kok if you can borrow hers.

Lrn2Democracy kkthx.

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Hrm

It's really not been that long.

Well, consider this an update, of sorts. The theater show I'm helping to put together, Stage Therapy, is running. World of Warcraft doesn't. My social life sort of runs. Obama is President (BIG deal).

Watchmen was great. Furniture joins Mia Palencia as my favorite local band. I'm entering the MPH-Alliance short story contest, with a story I have yet to edit.

Why I don't update this more I don't know. It always slips to the back of my mind because of all the other stuff I'm doing.

Ah well.

Wait, what am I doing. I've got loads of crap to do. I'm writing, in no particular order, a novel, a resume, two full length plays, a short story or three, an article, some tagline ideas, and I want to add a blog on top of all that? Is he mad?

It could be the irkedness I feel that this blog is not on the top of the google search lists for my name, or perhaps it's an exercise in self discipline.

Either way I, as usual, have put my foot in it.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Project Mirabilis.

The Electric Minds Project is a theater group founded on the principles of promoting original Malaysian writing, providing an entry-level platform for artists and performers, and putting out rollicking good shows. Created by idealists with ideas, EMP is focused on making theater accessible to anyone who wants in. Our activities include script-reading session LiveShocks, our improv performance troupe Scared Scriptless, and various acting workshops. EMP’s maiden production, Stage Therapy, is due in Q1 2009.


The above paragraph will consume my life, in some form or another, for at least the first half of 2009.

I'm excited as heck.

Sunday, November 30, 2008

All Hail The Mothership

Today I *gasp* cleaned.

The single and slobful among you shall gasp alongside me. Vacuuming is unto domestication just as telephones are unto bills.

To my defense it was not my fault. I was bade to, nay, commanded by the Mothership. Her HypnoGaze removed any last shred of free will and like a good little automaton I shuffled around the house, sucking up dirt grime and spare coins.

If any of you tell my mother I will freakin' KILL YOU.

Anyway. LiveShocks! The laid-back script reading party Number 12 is being held at a super-sekrit undisclosed location somewhere in SS25. From this nebulous den of nefarious evilness we plan to unleash a torrent of thespianism that shall overcome the banks of the lowest common denominator, and then, THE WORLD.

Or we shall just have a good time.

With pizza.




Nomnomnomnom

Friday, November 28, 2008

After ages

...and ages and ages.

If you scroll down a bit I say it's just like riding a bike. Hopefully I stay on for longer this time.

But yes, a lot has happened in my life since then, and attempting to catalog it all would be potentially futile, but here goes.

I met a girl, I lost a girl, they may not have been the same girl. I wrote a lot. I read a lot. I finished my thesis. I finished my uni course. I said goodbye to too many friends, and hello to many others. I finished NaNoWriMo. I didn't play Wrath of the Lich King. I saved some phone numbers. I drank chocolate in a restaurant with people I care about. I acted. I am about to act. I organized, performed, impassionated, raged about Proposition 8, rejoiced at Supreme Emperor Obamadeus. I updated FaceBook. I neglected this blog. I took improv lessons. I looked longingly at old photos. I stayed up late looking at ways to deal with facial hair. I woke up early and stared at the sun. I wished I could be as good as I thought I could be. I knew I was as good as I could be at this time. I missed plays. I saw plays. I wondered at the length of my fingers. I rode the train. I walked in the rain, water squelching my shoes. I laughed with my brother. I respecced my mage. I lusted after Diablo 3, Left 4 Dead. I stopped playing Team Fortess 2. I felt isolated. I felt blessed. I wished the world were smaller. I looked up plane fares. I talked to people. I got angry. I listened to my heart. I listened to music that broke my heart. I celebrated some anniversaries.

It's been a helluva five months. It's fucking good to be alive.

Friday, July 11, 2008

Partied

just got back from a party, it is 3 in the morning, and I am listening to imogen heap's video blog.

So the party was great. Spent it with the right people but not with some of them either. Sorry to those who couldn't come. Twas great.

So yes. Collapsing. Should think about doing that.

If any of you would consent to being interviewed by me about your blogs for a school assignment, hit me.