Gusgoria

Uni's ending. Expect more videos. Enjoy!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JDliRzd-tSw

Youtube channel

Gusgoria is operational. Yes. I've started a youtube channel with a few close friends.


X to the O: Episode 1

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzAvg5hbVZc

New blog

Hey guys, I'm starting to post on another URL. This one is too long, but fear not, that makes it more exclusive.

Heh.

http://XtotheO.blogspot.com

Asian-length stories.

On the top of a sunny grassy hill, the caterpillars roam free on pink plumeria.

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We had to jump onboard the last truck out of town from the roof of a factory.

Before the zombies got us.

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So then, we stepped out of the airplane onto the 50-meter long escalator leading down to the seaside port of Japan.

Breathe!

Hi. I'm back in Perth and will update soon. Just gotta sort out some...spacial issues affecting my resting quarte...

I have to clean my room.

In the meantime,

Too much time spent on the internet.

Generation Y, the Barbarian Generation!

And remember to eat your fruit and veggies! And green tea! ;)


X to the O.

Alice

Oh, Alice in Wonderland, where art thou?

N and S

iNtuitive and Sensory.

One lives more in the physical world, the moment, the present.

The other, stuck in a world of permanent wonder, what could be, what should be.




A good balance of N and S in a person, probably N 50, is good for maintaining a fluid conversation. They can adapt to the other person's mood.

No, scratch that.

A good match between the N and S of two or more people will cause their conversation and engagement to be in perfect harmony and in fluid.

The laugh at the same things, and get embarrassed at the same time.

Their moods are in tune, they feel that they are not alone.

N's over analyze things, consider way too many opportunities and possibilities, that they become frozen with indecision. Overcome this. Learn to tell the important information from the unimportant ones. Control you mind.

S's are too spontaneous. Sometimes not thinking too far ahead, and basically living in the present, with not much consideration of the near future. They are usually decisive but may be short sighted.


Am I an N, or S?










I'm an N.

Could you tell from the fact that I coloured N my favourite colour?

Or from how harsh I was on N's but not on S's.




And I'm in need of some serious S in my life.

Singing; A balance of confidence?

Over-confident, you do not harness and ride the natural way your voice is supposed to sing, you try to use your voice to mold you into something else. Something not meant to be. You sound wannabe. You cannot hit that extra key. So don’t.

Under-confident, you annoy the audience by only giving a fraction of what is possible. Of withholding the euphoria that they know you can provide. They will not let your disappointment go unpunished. It is comparable to teasing.

Good singers are attractive because, somehow or rather, they have the right balance of confidence. This radiates outwards and subconsciously attracts people.

Then again, why can some bitches sing well, and some angels sound bad? Maybe it is a superficial body function thing after all. Or maybe, the level of self-confidence you have does not really affect your personality all that much.


Who you are.

Who are you?

(So warm up, tune in, and let the church bells ring!)

Singing; A balance of confidence?

Over-confident, you do not harness and ride the natural way your voice is supposed to sing, you try to use your voice to mold you into something else. Something not meant to be. You sound wannabe. You cannot hit that extra key. So don’t.

Under-confident, you annoy the audience by only giving a fraction of what is possible. Of withholding the euphoria that they know you can provide. They will not let your disappointment go unpunished. It is comparable to teasing.

Good singers are attractive because, somehow or rather, they have the right balance of confidence. This radiates outwards and subconsciously attracts people.

Then again, why can some bitches sing well, and some angels sound bad? Maybe it is a superficial body function thing after all. Or maybe, the level of self-confidence you have does not really affect your personality all that much.


Who you are.

Who are you?

(So warm up, tune in, and let the church bells ring.)

Why should I give a shit?

There will come a day, when the world asks you:

Who are you? And why should I give a shit?

Sometimes, you won't even get past "who are you?" if first impressions are bad.

Sometimes, you won't get past "why should I give a shit?".

Hopefully, you'll think about what to do when that day comes. Hopefully you'll be prepared to tell the world why it should give a truck load of grade-A shit about you.

Some people don't wait for the world to ask them that question. They storm the stage and seize the day, and they tell the motherfucking world why it should give a motherfucking shit in a very Samuel L. Jackson manner.

Some people can never seem to decide and commit. They remain indecisive about which answer to choose, until the world gets bored, and the time to answer the question is over.

Some people readily answer the question with "You should not give a shit." Hell, as long as they're satisfied with what they have.

Some people know the answer, but are too lazy to take the stage and declare it. Obviously, they do not want to answer badly enough.

Some people know the answer, but are too afraid to speak it. Obviously, they do not want to answer badly enough.

Some people are great motivational speakers, but are not motivated enough to practice what they speak.

But the saddest of all:
For some people, that day may never come.
...Hey! You've got an internet connection. Must be pretty well off. I guess that's not you, is it?

So, when that day finally comes for you, what will be your answer?

Good times.

Taken one day before I left for Australia.

To Spike: Woogie, woogie, woogie!

Day by Day

Day by day, step by step. No need to rush it, no need to look back.

I'm getting by, with a lil green tea, and friends.

The Last Dinner

Alright. This is it. I'm going in. Locked and loaded. See you on the other side. ;)

Kukurela are my friends.

Thank you.

Thank you for the music, the songs I'm singing.

Thanks for all the joy you bring me.

First of all, thank you for reading this. You'll probably see your name below. If not, feel free to scream at me for forgetting via my chatbox. XD

If you see your name below, I want you to start a Thank You blog post of your own.

It is gonna take a lot of time (unless you're an ungrateful bastard =P), but think of the people you really need to appreciate and thank. Thank you.

Thank you, Ahpa and Meme. I am in Australia. I live a pretty good life.

Thank you, Hans. Nobody understands more of my non-decipherable codes and grunts more than you do.

Thank you, Ahma. Ling Yong when I have a fever, and homecooked meals. More than I could ever repay.

Thank you, Ah Kong. We never saw eye to eye on the dog issue, but thanks for saving me from primary school fevers in your yellow Kenari. And for caring so much but showing it in unconventional ways.

Thank you, Spike. You are the smiao-ly ball of brown fur that brings everyone joy. Hans will give you a bear-hug now.

Thank you, Max and Bobi. Both fiercely independant, hate taking baths. Bobi, you got me off the pacifier. Rest in peace. Max, we had some crazy times. Pop your left ear up the next time we cross paths in OUG, k?

Thank you, Hugo. Don't feel bad because I thank you after Spike. We have turned the world on its outward bellybutton and made ideas our intangible bitch. Identity crisis FTW, together we rise!

Thank you, Vic. Um. Yeah. Aw, yeah. Ungh.

Thank you, Kotew and Soo See kor kor. A&W, Lotus, morning jogs, and Uncle Walter's vet shop, I will always treasure.

Thank you, Wan Yee. Scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch...seaweed, chocolate, snacks. =3 You prempted the Oreo craze. Respect. Remember the Jurassic Park dinosaurs we shot?

Thank you, Uncle Trevor and Boon See kor kor. "Going to uncle trevor's house" means a party in my mouth and everyone's invited. Maybe not Spike. I'm probably not the only one who is also very thankful Boon See kor kor has lost her Nuclear M.O.A.B (Mother of All Bombs) chao pui.

Thank you, Uncle Julian and Big kor kor. Even though I was rude sometimes, and we had some silly exchanges and shouting matches, I was still given Reeses buttercookies.

Thank you, Conor and Atalie. We shared some pretty crazy childhood stories. The contract that Conor signed is still on the metal cabinet. And I think Ahma's bed springs never really fully recovered from our trampoline madness. Such a shame we drifted apart.

Thank you, Henry, Brandon, Waverly, Aaron, Timmy, and Avery. The house just feels too quiet without the Hurricane 6. =D

Thank you, Yeung-Yang brothers, and...argh...I have a fever and sore throat now, can't list all... for 18 years of Saturday Night Fever!

Thank you, Uncle Gary. Owning a cyber cafe? Knowing the best strategies of the latest games? You are TOTALLY the cool uncle every kid gamer wants to have.

Thank you, Yean Yee and Uncle Kelvin. Always knew how to tell me and Hans to stop freaking out the kids.

Thank you, Pow Yee and Uncle Owen. For the cool and scary stories about the streets.

Thank you, Gua Ma and Gua Kong. Ang dao teng, and Gui Ling Go never tasted better.

Thank you, Suan Yee and Uncle Eric. Haha. Young enough to relate! =P

Thank you, Ting Yee and Uncle John. I miss the days when you'll occupy Ahpa's Saturday nights with amusing religious debates.

Thank you, Ah Ku. For showing me how to...truly appreciate football.

Thank you, Shanti. For reminding me that I are t3h AWESOME PfwNZ0RZ!!1

Thank you, Syed. You are, by far, the best duet partner I've had the honour to work with. Seriously, I've had another duet partner that is just so difficult to work with. Rock on, rock hard.

Thank you, Moi. You are...not the difficult partner I was talking about. Thanks for trusting me as we dove headfirst into the epic adventure that was Forensics. And Einstein is pronounced Eye-n-sty-n. Not anal-stain.

Thank you, Aiman. Perhaps the spiky haired quintessential struggling actor and the self-concious cunning linguistic smoking monkey shall cross paths again one day. May planet Earth brace herself for the shockwaves we will send down her deep, dark, crevices. Homer Simpson, RAB, and Cthulhu willing.

Thank you, Tasha. Mission Hollywood still alive, still ticking. Stay in touch, stay in talk.

Thank you, Lianne. For being all ears to issues I'd really rather not mention here.

Thank you, Ying. For hot tea. Cool conversations. And luke warm company. With my bad memory. =P

Thank you, Marvin. For being the obnoxious, monster-fragging, England-speaking, lovable Johnny boy that you are. =P But we sing, sing without a reason!

Thank you, Surrej. For being the walking embodiment of the Anti-Christ! Muahahahaha! Remember the condom you found in your pencil box?

Thank you, Denise. For going crazy with me. Le Penise. Though you probably won't read this far.

Thank you, Kim. For brightening up my day. Virtually literally.

Thank you, Mel Violin. For the tear shredding violin skills. And for laughing with me, when everyone else is laughing at us.

Thank you, Funshine Bear. I still don't know who you are, but I like you! =)

Thank you, Jill. For the drama times and That-Which-We-Shall-Not-Speak-Of.

Thank you, Rachel Yong. For calming me down when I start berzerker ranting. And for Friends.

Thank you, Bryan. For the photoshop lessons, the rocket-jumps, the uber-charges, and the ever resounding cries of PUSSY MEOW MEOW, PUSSY MEOW MEOW!!

Thank you, Encik Balan from Sri Sentosa 2003 and Zhong lau shi from Jalan Davidson 2002. You've shown me that intelligence, responsibility, and wisdom may have an inverse relationship with age. There are 5 students in the classroom, 7 of them leave. How many students are left? 2 donuts and a moustache.

Thank you, Cik Kok. For believing in my Ahli Pak collar pin design. Until the manufacturer screwed it up. And for getting my head stitched up.

Thank you, Mr Chong. For the 4 and a half years of company and art lessons. I may have forgotten most of it by now. XD JB with a bag of peanuts and blueberry vodka.

Thank you, Khei Lie. For my special last day in Sri Sentosa involving a plastic ruler. And that game we used to play that involved a dice. ;)

Thank you, Wei Guan. For practically being my only Sri Sentosa friend. And for the cat hunts we will never regret!

Thank you, Justin Sperm. For not smacking me for repeatedly calling you that. The music, the madness, and the watermelons we shared will be a significant part of my Perth experience.

Thank you, Kohei. For going along with the 'Justin Sperm' thing. For showing me that humility and thought before speech is an admirable quality. Show me around Japan one day, yeah?

*Double fist bump*

Thank you, Anders. For the beers, and the cheers, and the times when Gustave just loses it and trips balls.

Thank you, June. We had fun with Fatigus. Nyah.

Thank you, Amanda. For friendship. The green thumb drive. And tea set. =)

Thank you, John Lin. Bersama-sama berbrother-brother. And for passing on The Sacred Art of Instant Noodle Perfection.

Thank you, Kang Sheng. For showing me the darkness concealed by the blinding light.

Thank you, Sylvia. For liking The Hush Sound and being the other crazy kid running around laughing and screaming. Looks like I'm not alone.

Thank you, Lindley. For also liking The Hush Sound. And BEING THE ONLY HARDCORE FEMALE LEFT4DEAD PLAYER I KNOW. OOO-RAH! TAAAAANK!!

Thank you, Gloria. For the nice talks in the cold wind. And, hopefully, for the brownies. =)

Thank you, Gen. For being the torch that shines brighter yet in the enveloping darkness.

Thank you, Evan. For the war talks. Some of fights not physical.

Thank you, Icee. For teaching me how to fly. Far, far away from the little boxes on the hillside. Without falling fatally to the ground. And for the best kind of jump jump sing song!

Thank you, Bolster. You keep me warm and make me feel safe in this cold, dry, PMS-ing weather. I will name you soon.



Thank you all, for the person that I am today.



Why am I writing this? I just realised there is so much to love, appreciate, explore, play with, and be thankful for in this twisted, vicious, unforgiving world. I have to sleep now. Camomille, Liquorice, and Green Tea are waging a war with Running Nose and Sore Throat.

X to the O, to the niggers in the hood.

Sub zero

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. The net is gettin tighter. Too late to get out now. Trapped under the artic ice. Blue, Dark, Black. Down for the count. Yeehaw, so this is what it feels like to drown. Never coming back from this one. No way, no hoo, no hey, no how. Close your eyes and enjoy the ride.

Bada-bing! Happy bday Aiman and Shanti!

For the first time in 6 months, Gustave Oon went for an audition. More specifically, a speed audition. Much like speed dating, really.

And I feel alive. Bada-bing, bada-boom.

For 2 and a half days.

Then classes start.

I am bound. Strapped. Shot at. Spat on.

Figuratively.

Ah well...not like any of you know what I'm going on about.

All I can tell you is this: Shit be cruising and shit be flying.

Anyhoo, happy birthday to Aiman and Shanti. (Damnit I thought your bday was on the 24th again!) As celebration, all the way from Perth, I auditioned and dedicate it to both of you. You are both 2 of the biggest influences in drama and acting.

Thank you very, very much. Really. I would not be the actor I am today without you guys.

Wuv you. =3


X to the O.

Fridays at Icee's.

At the centre of concentration,
the height of attention.
Words don't stream together,
the world melts away the edge of your vision.

You pour yourself into your subject,
and daze out in the process.
Your third person view of the world
leaves you calm, content, and detached.

Music lights the starless night sky,
while mickey dances with a platypus.
The world is your oyster,
You race through colour and space.

Social complications,
political dictation.
They deny what greater forces
bestow upon us.

Sitting here curled up upon carpet,
chit-chatting friends all around us.
Palms all facing an electric heater,
eating food for their sound and colours.

Warm colours made with honey, sunbeam, and apples.
Or a campfire, with a guitar and horse to complete.
We be cruising, we be sailing.
To places before, after, and never-ever.

You are the nomad,
home to this earth.
The shifting sands of this world,
Makes you dance with the rhythm.

Audio visuals report sunsets and mountains
Tasty sounds and music fountains.
Dream while you tread upon this earth,
and embrace the seven-leafed clover.

Hello again.

Hi. Gustave here. Haven't been updating for a while. Lotsa stuff going on around me. Some awesome. Some awful. And some just plain awww...

Gonna open up and write in a new notebook, that I bought last year. Kinda marks a new chapter in my life. Booze, boobs, and bong. Booze, butts, and bling. Pfft...

Yup. Had meme and apah fly me my favourite notebooks when they visited. Flipped open a black hand-bound notebook with cinnamon sticks and a blue flower petal on its cover.

"Aiman
Gustave
Marvin
Celine"

Hmm. I wrote in this book during form 5 (2007). Guess those were the people I was closest to at the time. 'Celine' was written in black and the rest in teal. I added her name halfway through the year.

Should probably put Shanti there too.

Gave her one of these Indonesian-made (or just sold?) ones. Gave Marvin one too. I think Aiman has several.

Anyhoo, Shanti's filled her's to the border. Heh. Shanti hebat! =D

Marvin...blank, the last I checked. Hmm. Kinda drifted away from ya, eh? Good times.

HEY HEY! Among the pages of random song lyrics and chords...remember that time we played Starcraft: The Boardgame with Marvin and Calvin, Hans? Muahahahaha! OWNAGE!

"Shit. I got no combat cards.
Kill them fast.
Go from Antiga & Lockdown
Slug it out?
Conquest
Wanna eliminate?
or
Special Vic?
I can special vic."

Heh. Good times.


Names for my next notebook: Hugo, John, Victoria, Icee?

Probably.

*yawn* nite nite.

"I'm in a fight not physical.
I'm in a war, but not with this world."

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