Pisau Cukur was hilarious! Glad I dragged McUser to watch this with me. He enjoyed it tremendously (albeit with red ears), lol.
The part that had me wail out loud with laughter was Rahim Razali lovingly flicking the golden buttons of his briefcase. The hamsap and dreamy expression on his face was classic. It’s so awesome seeing a normally sedate and respectable actor venture treading into murkier roles. If he can make such a change in his twilight years, then so can we, younger ones.
Sigh, changes. That is the only constant thing in life, isn’t it?
Recent happenings had me thinking of doing things I wouldn’t dream of doing before. I’m a firm believer that fear should not hold one back from achieving all that one could and should. In some measure, that has been my mantra and way of life since the past two years. But there is still room, so much more room that is filled with this irrational creature called fear. Maybe it’s time I start applying that belief into those other horizons.
Maybe.
This is a song D shared with me. Couldn’t relate to it until today. It’s just so… apt.
Long long ago, in a galaxy not too far away, and definitely light years before the incessant branding of 1Malaysia came about, my friends and I were already living and relating with each other as one community.
In our majmuk (multi-racial) group, you can find folks from every age, race, religion, gender or economic status. Chilling out and hanging out together was never a problem – there are plenty of places that can accommodate our differing tastes in food and ambiance. In fact, our differences extend beyond food. Not everyone of us share the the same interests in books, music and travel comfort preference.
All we know is that we share the same wavelength, have oodles of sense of humour, and a healthy amount of acceptance and respect for each other.
This is something we grew up with and naturally incorporate into our lives. Yes, waaay before 1Malaysia came into play. If you are not at peace with people who don’t look like you nor believe the same things you do, no amount of ‘indoctrination’ or splashy racial unity campaigns can change one jot of your heart. Have you ever tried to change a bigot’s mind about his/her stand? You’d have a better chance telling a pesky fly not to land on your food.
Similarly, if you are already one with your fellow Malaysian buddies, you don’t need to be reminded to put unity first and foremost in your everyday dealings. It’s already so much a part of you and as natural as breathing. The line has become so blurry that you don’t even see your friend as a different race anymore. And when you grow up in Malaysia the way we did, the line never even existed.
1Malaysia ain’t a new concept. It’s always been there. So let’s move on, put the 1Malaysia campaign moolah where it counts to make this country a better place for all of us.
I had such high hopes on watching a local comedy act recently. Instead of laughing from start to finish, my friend and I only laughed in certain parts and found it rather draggy.
It made me feel relieved that I did not plonk my money and time for another comedy act a month ago nor am I inclined to catch yet another upcoming comedy act.
Over the years that I have patronised the local comedy arts scene, there have indeed been some sterling gems. It’s always such a joy when that happens. Charlie’s Aunt and Split Gravy on Rice were two of the notable ones that will be forever etched in my mind. They have decent story lines, good comic timing, great acting (the main actors anyway) and amazing stage presence. And of course, some of the Instant Cafe Theatre acts and the Broadway Parodies were deliciously decadent and rib-tickling.
As for the misses, well, the enthusiasm and effort shown is apparent and commendable. But chop off the parts that are draggy and do replace lewd degrading jokes with more tasteful ones. Yes, we can certainly laugh at ourselves but there is a difference between witty and dirty. There is a different type of audience, place and setting for humour of the crude and bawd kind.
I will still be a patron of the local comedy arts simply because if the local audience won’t support the local comedy productions, will it ever get raised to higher standards? Then again, if the standards are below expectations, is it fair to charge the audience for something they don’t really enjoy?
I’m sure most Malaysians know about the recent crying drama of a certain political party. It’s one thing to read the news on the paper. It’s quite another thing watching a video of it.
As I watched the video posted on a friend’s Facebook page, I felt a sudden sense of deja vu. It was also a Chinese man bawling away in front of a surprised audience during a company meeting. It was one of the reasons why I quit my last job. And about 6 years ago, a prominent leader shed tears on national tv lamenting the sad results of the policies he himself spearheaded.
They say women use tears to manipulate people to do what they want. Well, we now have ample proof that men do the same, too.
What do they hope to achieve? The peoples’ sympathy? People can detect crocodile tears a mile off. When men do it, it just gives me the heebie jeebies. And leaves a jaded and bitter taste in my mouth.
One word of advice: Keep a lid on the crying game, dudes. It’s so not on.
I’ve been silent for a while here. It just means that I’ve been busy with preparations before I travel and catching up with work when I returned from travel.
Where did I go? Not far – PD (with friends, two weekends ago) and Cameron Highlands (for work, early this week). In the PD trip, it was a great time reconnecting with my old school chums. In the Camerons one, I made a number of nice media friends. And in between travels, I’ve been meeting up with my sistahs and close chums a lot.
It has been the trend this year – appreciating friends. To not be so consumed with work and personal goals at the expense of building stronger friendships. I’m glad that my friends are making the effort to meet up and reconnect with each other as well. It takes two to make a friendship work.
And I’ve discovered that there’s always room for more friends. See, we can’t always be with our closest chums all the time. Circumstances will fling each one of us far and wide – sometimes to lands unknown. Of course it’s hard to develop the same sense of closeness with a newly made friend as opposed to a proven ‘oldie’. But there’s the joy of getting to know someone new, discovering new things about each other and later on, falling into a comfortable pattern with that person.
Life is indeed better with friends. And yes, silence is not so golden. So, keep in touch with your friends whenever you can!