New term starts next Monday.

Urrrgghhhh.....

'Enemy of the People' at KLpac

Overall, the play was not that good. I'm no theatre critique so I wouldn't know what kind of observations that I should make or the jargon that I should use but this is what I think of it:

The main character playing the Doctor? He was annoying as fuck. Seriously, throughout the first act of the play he bounce around the stage like he's a ballerina. With his self importance ways and being a pompous bastard. If this is his trick to get the audience to hate him (as all the other character in that play are) then I say job well done but if its just the style that he acts then oh gawd, director Joanna Bassey should fire his ass as soon as possible coz he is damn annoying. Talk about a sad case of miscast.

Now that I'm done with that, let me give the summary of the play. A doctor who lives in town in which the major economy is generated by their spa that supposedly cure sickness in people, one day discovered that the water is contaminated. Upon knowing this, he made a big deal about closing it down and cleaning it up but this means that the town will lose their source of income so because of that the people of the town is against him. That's basically "Enemy of the People" in a nutshell.

The story itself is timeless I think, how one man wants to fight for the greater good but instead oppressed because of greed instead. There will always be stories like this but as much as I want to support the Doctor, I cant coz the actor playing his is soooooooo annoying, I cannot stand him. He totally ruins the play for me. Pompous bastard.

The supporting cast was good though, I especially like the Father-In-Law played by Un En-Ng, I think that was his name. I have seen him before in "Tell Tale Heart" by Gavin Yap and even though I did not enjoy the play per se but I did enjoy his performance. He has a certain knack of playing the undercover bad guy. The one that you didn't realise gona fucked you up until he twist that knife in your back.

Overall it wasn't a good play but it wasn't bad either its just that the performance wasn't strong enough for one to get caught in it. And plus the main actor was annoying as fuck, I can't stress that enough.

"Sweet Escape" my Ass.

So I think you have heard that Gwen Stefani is coming to Malaysia. Her first ever concert in Malaysia for her Sweet Escape Tour. Solo or otherwise...ok not so sure about that but if she has never perform here before then I can actually show the importance of her being here. For the first time. To perform. Ever. See, see the importance of it?!!! Can you see it?!!

Now seeing that I like her music and that I own her first album( original, not downloaded), 2 of her No Doubt album (again: original, not downloaded- quite a feat these days) and watch and generally enjoy her TV specials, its safe to say that yes, I am a fan. Not a big fan but yes, still a fan. So when I heard that she's coming to Malaysia on August 21st, of course I am excited. Of course I wanna go. Of course I wanna see the lovely Gwen in action live with her Harajuku girls.

And then I check the tickets website, and my, my what a surprise. Tickets range from RM385 to RM125 and RM125 being the cheapest and all the waaaaaay back there. Buy the "cheapest" ticket and you can see Gwen as a dot, running around on what you assume is a stage coz you are sitting at the cheap seats and it is that faaaaar away. Check out the sitting:

Green. That's the cheapest one. I mean, WTF?!!! I'm not made of money. The tickets are not this expensive when MUSE came over. Or the Black Eyed Peas or Simple Plan, why in the blue hell are the tickets so expensive for Gwen? Did she won a Grammy I do not know about? Is 50% of the profit goin into African Orphan charity I -again- do not know about? Which is just stupid, coz ya'll know that Angelina Jolie gonna adopt all the African orphans in the world so why start a charity? Just give homegirl some time and she adopt them all. So again back to the question- why in hell is the tickets so damn expensive?!

This is royally pissing me off. Its a couple of years more till I become a filthy rich film producer, at which point I can hire Gwen to perform privately for me. Coz I am just that rich- at that point of course- but until that happens I'm just gonna be pissed off with the ticketing.

Really pissed off. Like barbie-dolls-melting-voodoo kinda pissed off.

Thank you for everything, Harry and Joanne...

I write this now with feelings of pain and overwhelming sadness...which is silly because the pain that I'm feeling come from losing the people who wasn't mine to begin with and even sillier that they have never existed. I'm talking about the pain of saying goodbye to Harry, Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys especially Fred, the Marauders of Hogwarts and all those wonderful characters that have sprung out from the extraordinary imagination of Joanna Kathleen Rowling.

You know you're onto something great when you read a book so great that you want to be friends with the characters and that when they feel sad so do you and when they die, you moped around the house for weeks mourning the loss of such a beloved friend who just a character that never existed.

I've begun reading Harry Potter when I was 12 and ever since then, it has made a huge impact in my life. And in my mind that these wizards and withes are my friends. Something that I am no shameful to admit because it is a feeling that millions of people around the world will echo as well. Growing up, you learn a lot of things from the people around you, from the movies that you watch and especially from the books you read and the Harry Potter series have helped me through that a lot. There was once a time in my life where I felt like an outcast with nowhere that I belong. Even friends don't feel so great but the books gave me a place where I felt belong. Just as Hogwarts have been a home to Harry and Sirius and Severus and Tom Riddle, so has it been mine, once upon a time when the pain of adolescent and growing up was too much to bear.

Now with the ending of book 7, I bid my friends in the magical world goodbye. I will not know what they will be up to anymore but at least the ending was satisfactory and proved to be a good closure. Now it is time for me, and I guess millions more to heal from the pain of parting with good friends. All good things must come to an end, it is after all for the greater good... As Dumbledore would have said.

So thank you Joanne, thank you for weaving a world of wonderful characters of joy and happiness and fear and despair. Thank you for the great memories and the lessons. Thank you for the good friends that you have created for your readers. Thank you for Hogwarts, a school where everyone belongs but most of all thank you for sharing the adventures with us.

Book Club: Time Traveler's Wife (a.k.a artsy fartsy pseudo intellectual BS)

I went to my 1st ever Real book club the other day. When I say real, I mean as in real life and that I see the people face to face instead of discussing a book virtually online which I have done many, many times before. There are two reasons of why I actually attended the book club:

1. I was invited by a friend, she have invited me many times before but I just couldn't make it so since I could the other day so I went. Its all about good manners.
2. They were discussing the Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger which so happens to be one of my favourite book. Go check out my profile, its listed there.
   

I have to say discussing a book in real life is a whooole lot different from discussing it virtually. For instance, you have to think on your feet and bullshit your way through as fast as you could. Just sprout out any kind pseudo-intellectual bullshit and basically you covered. Well if the rest of the people in the club do not see through it, of course. Where else book discussions online you can do your research regarding the subject matter itself on the spot and then sprout out Super-Extra-pseudo-intellectual shit and look very intellectual on the matter. Which is of course bullshit on its on as well. Another thing I discovered is that, people who go for Book Clubs are snobs- artsy fartsy snobs, intellectual snobs, whatever snobs but when it boils down to it, still a snob. Since I went for it and planning to go for the next meeting, that makes me a snob too.

A pseudo-intellectual artsy fartsy snob (aka full of shit).

That's me.

I can like make some very bitchy statement about one person that get on my nerves during the whole book club, I could. But I fear that the said person could find my blog and then I will be fucked.

I am a pussy.

But really dude, if this person rolls their eyes more during the discussion and smirks whenever someone else voice out their opinion of the book- like our opinions doesn't matter- I could like grab the nearest fork around and stab the said person in the eyes with it. Goddamn annoying.

Other people have their opinion. We voice it out. That's the whole point of a book club. Not your eye-rolling/smirking-think-you're-waaaay-smarter-than-the-rest-of-mankind-plus-Einstein-put-together-club. Okay? Ass.

Anyways, after the book club has ended, I began talking crap with my friend and her sister, who were both lovers of the written words and also happen to be in their 40ties. Yes, I make friends with older people. We laugh, we chatted and in the process they passed me their business cards and I, being me, just slipped them in my bag without even glancing at it. Its not when I'm at home and cleaning out my bag that I notice the cards...

The names of my new found friends were written and then their position and then the education level that they have achieved. And that's when I realised that for the whole evening I was talking crap with PhD HOLDERS. PhD. These people have PhD and I was talking crap with them! Me! I don't even have a friggin degree (technically I am in college and working on that but yeah ok, you get my point right?) and I was talking crap with super intelligent people. Talk about intimidating...

Come to think about it, the book club was on a Friday night and I could have actually went out and get trashed beyond my mind with my friends, people who are off my age and are not PhD holders but instead I chose to be in an uppity coffee shop, sipping lattes and discussing books...

WTH is up with that?!

Even I dunno why I did it. For the next book club, they are goin to discuss "The Sailor who fell from Grace with the Sea" by Yukio Mishima San. Apparently it is a Japanese classic that have been translated into English...I dunno whether or not to participate in the next meeting coz I swear that the title alone is already giving me a headache.

Anyways, now that I have (generally) finish bitching about it- go read the Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger.

Its awesome.