Bonnie & Clyde

As if I haven’t punished myself enough, I had to add to my depression by watching this movie. It was unplanned as GSC was showing all crappy movies. My colleague and I have to use up the free cinema passes so we picked what we thought was an ‘arty’ foreign film.

This is a touching story about love, loyalty and courage. Director Marc Foster captured the vivid brutality and violence of the war torn country of Kabul, Afghanistan, and the 2 boys whose lives were caught in a turbulent journey to rectify regrets and redeem lost love. Superb acting although the flow tend to be a bit sluggish and too scripty.

To cut a long story short, don’t watch this if you’re already feeling as black and blue as a Kuih Koci.

:’(

I just received a forwarded email on a self-professed “artist” named Guillermo Vargas Habacuc from San Jose, who took a dog from the street, tied him to a rope in an art gallery, starving him to death. He named his "exhibition" in Managua, Nicaragua, "Eres Lo Que Lees" ("You Are What You Read").
 
For several days, the "artist" and patrons of the exhibition have watched emotionless the shameful "masterpiece" based on the dog's agony, until it eventually died. I am not posting any pics here because I will die if I have to see pics of the poor dog again.

Does this sound like art to you?

I guess it must be when you are a nobody with zero talent on the brink of desperation to carve a name for your non-existent self at the age of 50. For fame's sake,some artists committed suicide. Our friend Guillermo Bastardo chose to torture defenceless animals. And the so-called art enthusiasts are just ignorant people standing by and pretending to understand art when it's obviously animal cruelty. I applaud those who actually took pictures and started a petition but the rest are just a bunch of losers with no life.

But this is not all... the prestigious Visual Arts Biennial of the Central American decided that the "installation" was actually art, so that Guillermo Vargas Habacuc has been invited to repeat his cruel action for the Biennial of 2008.
 
Let's STOP HIM!!!!!

Click on the following link :

http://www.petitiononline.com/ea6gk/petition.html

For the sake of humanity, please do it.

Sometimes when things do not come in the way u wanted, u could just accept it. Cause afterall, we cant control everything that happens.

But when, sometimes, u cant actually perform as u expected; the feeling of lost is even so much greater.

Well, all u can tell yourself is, despite feeling like a real loser, "I will do better next time."

This is the words i wanna say.

My 35th was arguably the worst birthday ever. Maybe not the worst worst, but certainly the worst I’ve had in a long time.

I can’t decide which is worse; losing an insane amount of money or a loved one. No, nobody’s dead yet, but there will be blood when I’m through.

You just can't trust anybody nowadays. I am soooo tempted to stoop as low as these unscrupulous types, just for the heck of it. There are things I can and will do and trust me, I’m all ready to get ugly.

I’m like a boiling pot of rage with a dash of disappointment and a pinch of sadness, all 3 bowls of thick substance simmered down to 1 bowl of bitter, black intense HATE, ready to be forced down the lying lips of the traitorous and the spineless.

I was once told anyone could severe ties emotionally by conjuring images of yourself cutting off the other person with the help of scissors, knives, wall of bricks, etc. I think I need something stronger.

Oh well.

Clyde was kind enough to drag my sorry ass and moping mug from the TV set and we did have a nice meal of buffet steamboat (his birthday) and Lobsterman (mine). Although we know neither is in the mood for any celebration, we made the best of it.

Thanks for your continuous support and understanding darling. Luv ya. :)

We have a new magazine launched. A brand new magazine in Malaysia, and the first of its kind too.

Sometimes I just feel not right. I am not the leading role of the project; i dont have the energy and enthusiasm, which i respect about my partner. However, like many people, when they look at some other profession, which they have not much of knowledge, they tend to see them without much respect. They think it's easy.

Everyone thinks he can be a creative person, everyone thinks he could be the best marketer. And in this case, everyone thinks he could be a hmmmm..... how should i put it, a publisher or an editor.

We dont even have a proper editorial meeting; what will be the direction for long term or for our next issue. Nobody knows what the fuck is a trial issue after i'd spent months explaining, and giving real examples. Well, they seem to "know" what's a trial issue, just from the way they give their opinion, clearly nobody truly understand the concept of it.

The closest they could go is "This's our first issue, with promotional price of ......" Of course it will look cheap if we r going to have the 2nd issue and 3rd issue with promotional price too. That's the f**king reason why people are having trial issues!

Simple marketing: You put the word "trial" so the consumer would be more accomodating and forgiving for mistakes and changes while the editorial board is making necessary changes based on feedback after the mag's been pushed out to the market. The main function is to cautious consumer dont set their impression before the editor more or less fix the imperfections, from art direction to pricing.

Yeah, i know we are all pretty smart and our mag is pretty unque; yeah i know is not necessary to follow the industry's norm and practice coz we'r different; yeah i know Cleo's, or Female's, or V Mag's, orPC gamer Malaysia's editor are pretty much stupid and kia si and conservative; yeah I know, i know, i just know.

And i, too, know a good editor should be one who just sit quietly and wait for all the other sales man to throw in ideas from the never-ever-been-involve-in publishing mind.

Initially i was quite enthusiastic about the whole project. Now, i think I will just do my part. At least we will still be friendly in the office.

It means the end of first quarter of the year. We have 3 more to go before we could declare another year closer to the gate of death.

Not quite sure of what's going on, what's gone, and what's coming.

It's like every single day, and every other day. Living them one by one as one unique day in life. Like all the other unique days.

Earning a living is tough, earning to maintain the standard of living is also tough. Earning to achieve the standard of livings for the unknown future days seems even tougher, and unsure.

More and more friends would call me out for a yum cha session; and more and more mid life crisis stories i m absorbing. It's mid life crisis, they all know that; and they basically know what should done. However, the feeling just come. We know it but we cant stop it; well, we know we cant stop it and we r trying to do something about it.

It's just a phase of life.

Just like the month of April. The month before May, and after March.