Malaysia truly Gaysia?

Good weather, unrivaled food, and a BlendTec blender full of linguistic and social culture.

Sounds pretty good, eh? What more could humanity hope for in the future?

Hmm. A non-homophobic government, perhaps?








Hands up if you noticed the masks. SURE there's H1N1 bacon flu around. Of course it's not because their afraid of...heh...catching gay. Extra points if you noticed how the anchor stuttered while uttering the word "homosexual". And a great big hug if you realized how they mentioned same sex couples dancing erotically as if it was something to be ashamed of.

I, for one, am ashamed of our government's stand on homosexuality.


Did anyone notice the phrase "These gay clubs will give birth to an unhealthy life style"? Sure the gay clubbers take ex. But so do others in dodgy nightclubs. Of course there were 28 men versus only 4 women on drugs, there were simply more male clubbers there.

Or maybe, homosexuals take drugs and converge at known locations to further escape an unfor-gay-ving world. Some are disowned by their families if discovered. But that's not really justification, is it? Oh wait, there were about 500 men there. So that makes...what? Less than 10%?


Even though the media did not blatantly explicitly say that homosexuals are druggies, the subtext is there. I took 2 units in semiotics. So, there.

The media positions viewers as a people who are against homosexuality and find it disgusting, vile, and immoral. That is our government's ideal view of Malaysians.



The government, who controls mainstream media, is desperate and relentless in ensuring at all costs, or at least ideally assuming, that we Malaysians are a country that condemns Human Rights violations, aparthied and preaches understanding and acceptance...except when it comes to gays.

Nevermind that our government uses the ISA as its political equivalent of an armour piercing heat seaking missle.

Forget the fact that Malaysia constitutionalises racism.

But to outlaw homosexuality? To make it illegal to have a relationship with one who you truly love based on a biological factor that is determined even BEFORE conception? To impose one's beliefs and value, religious or otherwise, onto others while hypocritically claiming to do otherwise.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is Malaysia.














Sorry, that is NOT Malaysia. That is the Malaysian government. Living among Malaysians for 18 years and then experiencing life here in Perth. I have to say that I know very few people who are against homosexuality, even though their religion says otherwise. In fact, I know 3.

...2 and a half really. One of them is a gay-basher in public only.

So anyway...*ahem*:


That, ladies and gentlemen, is the pinnacle of human irrationality, stupidity, and arrogance.

Judging someone based on their sexual preference, gender-wise, is irrational.
Claiming, on the behalf of a society that is generally accepting and understanding, that Malaysia is a society that condemns homosexuality is stupid.
Imposing one's stupid and irrational beliefs on others via legislation is arrogant.

Of course I can get into Sigmund Freud's theory on how the human libido is essentially bisexual, but even if that proves to be false, it still leaves us with stupid and arrogant. But then again, I guess being rationally stupid and arrogant is worse than being irrationally so.


I am not speaking on behalf of the Malaysian society, just my 18 years of experience and about the people I know. I am not being arrogant...well...maybe I am, but my blog is my little cyber theater.

That video above, instead of just sending me into an Alan Shore rant, has also made me glad that as homophobic as the Malaysian government is, at least we don't have an unshaven, nuclear loving, prime minister who refuses to even acknowledge the existence of homosexuals.

...we have a balding, sleep deprived, C-4 loving one. =P

Damage report.

Damage report
2 Buttons (unable to recover)
2 Ear drums (functioning at 40% with ringing aftershock)
Multiple minor blisters
Made the unnecessary observation of a pale, naked, jiggly butt crack (Irreparable psychological damage)


Achievements
Blew off group of 4 unworthy girls
Experienced Sambuka and Kahlua on the rocks
Danced it out with comrades Justin, Koh Ei, Mesha, and...girl from typography class =)
Experienced a "Janet class" birthday party
Had a good time
Realization that auditions must be attended and the haunting calls of the stage must be answered.
Made the unnecessary observation of a pale, naked, jiggly butt crack


Conclusion
Pretty damn cool

Transformers : Revenge of The KA-FARKING-BOOM!

Imagine being at one with your seat and triple cheeseburger.

Now imagine standing beneath a waterfall, holding a urine sample sized cup, trying to catch it all.

That was my Transformers experience.



First of all, to those who say "too much action", "bad script", "weak storyline"..."pacing". Kindly shake head along horizontal axis as if coming to realization.

...

...

...

(Pause for audience head shake)

...

Ok. Now, Transformers started out as a fucking cartoon. What were people expecting to see when they walked into the cinema?!

XD


And the moment the half hour of advertisements were over and I saw the words:

"A Michael Bay Film"

...I knew exactly what to expect. =D

I was not disappointed...

...in fact, very much blown away.







...RM60?! What are you driving? Optimus Prime ah?!

Hah.

"You've bitten off more than you can swallow this time."

"Oh I don't swallow. I just chew up and spit out."

S-s-s-sohai face!

Can't read my, can't read my, no you can't read my sohai face,
looks like I forgot what my hand is.
Can't read my, can't read my, no you can't read my chinky face,
it's written in traditional Mandarin.

S-s-s-sohai face, s-s-sohai face.
Ma-ma-ma-ma.
C-c-c-chinky face, c-c-chinky face.
Ma-ma-ma-ma.

X to the O to the niggers in the hood.

Because it make you rebel...

...against what?

Dreams, I has them.

Despite the grammatically incorrect title, this probably be a more serious post.

Absurd, maybe, but serious nonetheless.

I had dreams two nights in a row. I find this significant because I spent the first night playing resident evil for 5 hours with kohei, and my dream was about family. MY family. Everyone gathered round some house that mostly resembled ah ma's* house. Ah ma making all my favourite food and jelly and stuff.

That would have been the most impacting part of the dream, coz I swear I remember some parts involving a chase or something. (Not by giant servings of my favourite food, heh.)

Or not.

Probably not.

Then I woke up and looked around the living room of Justin's sister's house. Tv. Check. PS3. Check. 1.5 L of Aloe Vera drink. Check. Gas heater still turned on and not leaking lethal amounts of gas to which I woke up to and will save everyone from gas poisoning and the house from destruction, check. Kohei, chec......wait, where is Kohei? He's supposed to be fast asleep on the couch. Maybe he's checking his mail on the computer. Or maybe he's run off with my wallet and Justin's car. Well...*drove* off then.

My wallet, check.

Ok...maybe it got cold and he decided to make-a snuggle-snuggle with-a Justin, and then it turned into-a sexy time.

Ah-ha-ha. My name-a Mario.

Argh. But yeah, that was my post-dream self thinking. Or just an Anti-best friend gay mechanism kicking in. Me talking like-a Mario, that is. Actually, sexytime should have been my name-a Borat. I actually muttered "my name-a mario" out loud...softly. Out soft.

Yeah.

Anyhoo, after letting my semi-conscious, just-woke-up-from-dream-self run wild with my imagination, I slowly called to it, lovingly but sternly, much like how one tells a huge fluffy dog to go back into its kennel, albeit reluctantly, back into the subconcious part of my mind where it will plot and think up thoughts that will influence my actions and give me awkward wet dreams, much unlike a huge fluffy dog lying down in its kennel looking stoned.

I called out to Kohei, "Kohei?"

Lol, I know. How very descriptive.

Then I heard Kohei answer back, but he sounded less than a metre away. This might just turn into some insane twilight/horror/mystery blog post except I remember that this post is about my dreams. Whew.

Turned out his hoodie and jeans were around the same tone and hue of the couch. Colour harmony. There! Art students DO learn stuff. So then I told him about my dream. And how it did not contain a single multiheaded butt ugly monster which I pump lead into. I told him if there was a God, this is probably his way of telling me to take care of myself. And that I have less-than average heart condition and diabetes prone genes.

After that we had instant noodles.

Then we continued Resident Evil 5 till 5 pm.

We had pizza for dinner.

Ok. The good diet thing starts tomorrow.

That night, which was yesterday, I had another dream. It was set in this HUGE EPIC school/college carnival event. There was a parliament, in which I somehow managed to reverse a decision involving some "great-union of the people" to the favour of the majority (God knows why they didn't win) by telling a girl (who happened to be a member of parliament and the daughter of some big important politician) to "trust me" and I then locked my forearm around her neck from behind and pointed my index and middle finger to her head, which then transformed in a gun. So I was holding her at gunpoint.

"A great-unity, eh? Whoa-whoa-whoa, what do we have here?"

I projected (as theater teaches us to) the second part of the sentenced just as I grabbed her. What followed was a greek-styled dramatic orating to the masses which I finally won with...

"How can there be a great union when the majority disagrees?!"

At this point, true to Hollywood, three quarters of the parliament, which was seated in a lecture-theater style, stood up and cheered wildly, while the rest muttered suspiciously as if plotting my assassination.

Anyhoo, I was actually just thrown into the so-called parliament. It was never revealed that it was a parliament, or that the girl is the daughter of some great politician, or that we are familiar enough for me to say "trust me" and for her to allow me to hold her at gunpoint, or fingerpoint, to get the attention of the crowd. Come to think of it, that girl kinda resembled June. June Bunny Nyaa, that is. I guess in dream you just assume what everything is and the whole thing just works. Or maybe its just your subconscious telling you everything.

I was wearing white. My high-school white pants, given only to prefects and presidents.

I was not a prefect. (Both in the dream and in real life)

I then had celebrity status whereever I walked about in that carnival. Wherever I walked people knew me for the "epic" stunt I pulled and I would get free stuff for repeating the line with all the dramatic flair. Now, I say carnival because there were food stalls and little chess, scrabble, reversi, and what-not competitions around. And at one point I was walking with Kohei when Justin (prolly an organiser) informed us that the reversi competition had an overwhelming turnout and that the current point leader is so good that he is making an oreo for dinner.

With the black and white...yeah, you get the point.

The whole time it was drizzling and it was a bit cold. The buildings somehow had white tiles outside and on the outer perimeter. And there were patches of grass.

I was then somehow running around looking for my other pair of black and green sneakers. I only found one sneaker. I then met someone who resembled Khaidir. He drove off in a four-wheel drive when I couldn't remember his name.

After a little more running around, I woke up.

Alrighty, in conclusion:

1. Both times I was drinking Aloe Vera juice before I fell asleep.

2. I need to start eating healthy.

3. I miss my family.

4. I managed to pull a heroic stunt in a theatrical fashion and in the presence of a girl resembling June. (in the dream, heh)

5. I like the setting of a mostly white-tiled building with green patches of grass while it's drizzling lightly.

6. I will change the colour of my blog.






Lol. Colour of the heart.

Anyhoo, I'm probably gonna read into my dreams more and take heed of my subconscious. Starting with eating lettuce as...no, drinking lettuce as a drink...

HOLY CRAP. I just realized that I have almost never been drinking green tea since the water boiler broke down. That's the whole green and rainy part...I guess.

Yes, I know that you can boil water in a pot.


OK.
1. More veggies.
2. More skyping with family.
3. Audition. MY FRICKING THEATRICAL NEEDS HAVE NOT BEEN SATISFIED. Thus the little dramatic "wet dream" part.
4. Hit the gym.
5. Drink green tea.
6. Rethink my degree path.

Oh yeah. And Marvin is going through surgery. For real.