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Watch. And learn.

I simply do not know how to describe blood diamond. It’s a mean movie, seeing too many innocent mowed down by 12-year-old foot soldiers.

It’s a sop movie, what with the mild attempt at romanticm between the lead characters.

It’s an awe inspiring movie, seeing real people overcoming the obstacles life throws at them. Without discrimination.

It’s a beautiful movie, trying its best to portray the good of people, however ghastly their actions seemed.

It’s an eye opener, seeing I can fall head over heels with Mr Leonardo Dicaprio. He fitted the lead character perfectly, as if it’s his second skin.

I loved the leading lady’s character, strong and charming all rolled into a sweet package. The respect I had became three-fold, because she plays a journalist. haha… saya masih berangan mau jadi journalist.

I can I dentify the love-hate relationship between Mr Archer and Mr Vandy. I guess the qoute (I still need to find it!!) by Mr Archer clearly described the relationship. Haha (that sounds so soppy).

I wanted so much to describe this movie. But that would certainly uncover the charm of it. All I can say now is, if you guys have the chance to watch this movie, please do so. Come with an open heart, expect less and be blown by it.

(And so comes forth a movie worthy of my adulation ;P)

Africa is beautiful. And so is its land. And what the land contains.

Haha Lynn, if only I had internet at home, I would be more than happy to reply to comments, but since I had to only rely on the office’s connection, which by the way bars Friendster, I just can’t. For now at least… still scheming on getting the connection back up.

Ten months into working world, and I find I’m getting bitter by the day. Though most of my bitterness is of my own doing (being sengal and still trying to find a stable footing for now), as humans I tend to vent it all to someone, or something convinient. And I still can’t figure how, that someone or something happens to be our government. Hehe. Now I get why those pakciks and makciks always complain that the government have not done enough. Well, maybe.

Or maybe it stems from seeing our pay cheques, of which some percentage is channeled to the government via taxes. We slave our butts off, but they get the huge cut. But hey, that shouldn’t be an issue, since it goes into building and up-grading infrastructures, transportation conviniences, our promoting Tahun Melawat Malaysia, better education services for the children, scandalous affairs such as the Altantuya case… and the list goes on. There shouldn’t be much grouse, should there?

But then again, try as we might to quit the yacking, or at least keep it to a minimum, we get stuck in traffic jams. Huge potholes jingle and jangle our tiny Kancils. For those on the train services available especially in KL, being stuck in the station, waiting for our turn to board is a daily excercise routine. I noticed my legs shrinking in its diameter. Haha. Never need to be on a treadmill anymore. Oh my favourite topic (I’ll keep on writing about it till everyone stops reading my blog ;P), robbers a-bound. Insomnia’s new cause, being paranoid that it keeps you up all night. Our mass production of able-body-but-zombied school graduates. Ask them who is the current Prime Minister, and don’t be surprised if they answered Dr Mahathir.

I think la… But why is it really that only now I can start to formulate complaint upon complaint against the perkhidmatan awam and their bosses?

Ok… congratulations to Miss/Mr ShawnSharif of Bangi for being selamber kambing enough to send a letter of complaint to The Star’s editor. It was featured on 9 January 2007, Tuesday in the My Views column. Very endearing. I never thought Bangi could have such an unforgiving environment.

I have also selamber kambingly feature her/his writing in my blog, check out Haha… Another Complaint. Though it might defer in the write up (since it has been toned down and made to look innocent for the pleasure viewing of the powers that be), the gist is still the same, and keeps true to the original content.

So sorry for featuring it at such a later date, been away from available internet for most of the past few months.

As for the spiff on Tahun Melawat Malaysia, it was intended as a jibe on the ever popular catch phrase of the year. No pun intended, just to vent out the anger that has gathered inside this poor brain of mine. Every human venture has its good and bad, and rather than being over-optimistic, a word of caution time and again is needed to steer us to the right path (bwahahahahahaha ;P). And us being humans, we do tend to gravitate towards the dark, dangerous and mysterious. I guess its a good marketing strategy albeit pretty feisty and kambing-ish. Hehe. 

And so ends my blog session. Adios. Till I meet internet again ;P Keep on commenting

Welcome visitors to my beloved colourful country, Malaysia. As most people in this country knows, the start of year is a pretty damp time to come and visit our lush green forests. And ooohhh… those-so-huge-and-out-of-this-world’s waves on the shores of Terengganu. Not to mention the new brand spanking floods happening in Johor. So be prepared. Stock up on the books and sudoku puzzles if you ever come across an event killing situation.

Another interesting fact about Malaysia this past year was the fact that the robbery industry is growing… and growing… and growing. The probable causes are thought to be the increase in overall wealth distribution, the happy-go-lucky nature of Malaysians, the abundance of like minded robbery inclined government reps, the fast pace of the economy (lala ;p), the cheap laptop and parts prices (banyak pirates), and the ever ‘efficient’ government servants, in this case the POLIS force. Its a new era of forced entry, parang weilding, gun totting robberies.

What would life be without them? The usual suspects are Indonesians (now I sound like a biased freak!!).

As a word of precaution, those interested in enjoying the scenes in Malaysia, what with the Tahun Melawat Malaysia now in full swing, bring in stuff that you want to get rid off. Let these money missionaries get rid of your junk for you. Another unique hospitality tactic of Malaysia. Don’t bring in your laptops or pdas or handphones even, you can get cheap (and most probably ripped off) electronics in Low Yat, or where ever in KL, just ask around, most of the junkies will know. No handbags allowed, or if you ever need to tot one, don’t walk in the streets if you value your lives more.

Heh. They never put such details in their travel brochures. I guess I could print out these details and distribute it to the Mat Salehs and Pak Arabs, at least in KLCC. That’s a thought I need to do my part in this super grand event ;P

Try as I may, try as I might, I’m stuck in writer’s block. Or not. We’ll see.

Though its been two months since our house got broken into (hence the reference to 3-ekor-beruk), I don’t think much has been done to remedy the situation. Aside from our own family’s paranoia, it seems break-ins and robberies is the ‘in’ thing in my neighbourhood. Safe to say, statistically, at a weekly rate. And those rouges are getting more daring by the day.

Those gates (which usually can be seen in many neighbourhoods in current Malaysia and reminds me of kandang lembu) are added on the main streets leading into our neighbourhood. There are night watchmen patrolling the hood. But we still hear such cases. Just two nights ago, the watchman chased away four motorcycle-riding robbers (or would-be, I hope). Huh.

Then there was one incident, which happened only last week, a brand new Volvo of a neighbour of mine was stolen in broad day light. The car-napper broke into the house, took the car keys and hijacked the car, scot-free.

Dear Mr Policeman, these cases are not new. Nor are they exclusive to one group, from Dato’2 to the jacks and jills on the streets, no one is safe from this menace. The thing is, all the above mentioned people (and that includes all Malaysians from all walks of life) have done their best to live a life that they dreamed. Then comes parang-totting strangers, invading the homes, and simply taking those hard-earned possession from rightful owners. Possessions aside, it is pretty traumatizing knowing, or even witnessing such a crime happening. The peace of mind, the sense of security, the feeling that we are living the life we dreamed, all went away with the possessions. Paranoia sets in, and now we’re (as in my siblings and me) are banned from saying the ‘magical’ words in the line of laptops, Mercedes, BMW, Mont Blanc, Chanel, Gucci, digital camera…

Duhh. What kind of life is that? Treating every other man on the street as if they’re out to rob us. Having laptops but cannot bring them out of the house (huh… that beats the propose of having one). Not opening windows (pehh kepam!!!). Not allowed to sleep in own bed if Abah’s not around (somewhat leading a nomadic life).

Please la Mr Policeman, send patrol cars around the neighbourhood. How many cases does it take to warrant an action? To Mr MPKJ (Majlis Perbandaran Kajang), you guys are living in fantasy world, how the hell did you guys came to the conclusion that Kajang and Bangi is a safe-heaven? Kepala lutut aku laa… Street lights DO NOT scare parang-weilding robbers, especially those that do not light up at night.

(I’m glad my writing skills are still intact even after the long haitus)

I’m so going to rat to The Star, The Sun, anymore interesting papers to write to? Or might I go a step higher and send ‘letter of support’ to our ‘beloved’ Pak Lah? Hmmmm…