tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35324817849824728562024-02-20T05:04:13.230-08:00readME: Exodusredpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-77883593045972491892010-07-25T06:57:00.000-07:002010-07-25T06:58:49.814-07:00RELOCATEDDEAR ALL: THE AUTHOR OF THIS BLOG HAS NOW RELOCATED TO www.doodletuya.blogspot.com. THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUPPORT.redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-25064869803550871402010-02-18T09:07:00.000-08:002010-02-18T09:22:52.448-08:00CompanyFrom a shifting distance I heard<br />Shuffling footsteps, in disarray<br />Sweeping wilted dreams off <br />the tired dance floor. <br />The night has now lost its vigor<br />And I lay myself by the window<br />Listening to the last breath<br />Of my wilting dreams. <br />Finding shameless comfort<br />In the comfort of the conscience <br />that someone sits with me.redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-72323970448843295832009-12-07T14:45:00.000-08:002009-12-07T14:53:00.072-08:00back in the white room<br /><br />white on four walls<br /><br />white and untouched<br /><br />plain and simple<br /><br />until you see a spot<br /><br />a spot of red<br /><br />depths of crimson<br /><br />the scarlett poison<br /><br />a spot of red <br /><br />i see it as beauty<br /><br />you crumbled to your knees<br /><br />you disagree<br /><br />that is the decay of someone's heart<br /><br />i said<br /><br />you laughed in disbelief<br /><br />and there i stand<br /><br />with my heart out in my hand<br /><br />the spot of red on the wall<br /><br />the spot of red on my dress<br /><br />still there i stand<br /><br />with my heart out in my handredpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-57085429416325347662009-12-07T14:11:00.000-08:002009-12-07T14:43:49.287-08:00DaisyI want to lead you there<br />The land beyond the rainbows<br />And lie on a bed of daisies<br />white and pure as snow.<br /><br />I want to cradle you<br />Stop your hands from shaking<br />Sing you a lullaby<br />only angels are allowed to sing.<br /><br />I want to crawl into your mind<br />Act like a ghostbuster<br />And slay away your kings<br />For that i'd be unkind.<br /><br />I want to stop others from hurting you<br />even if that means me too.<br /><br />I want to lie on a bed of daisies<br />white and pure as snow<br />white and pure as snow.redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-70035268051155154122009-10-21T14:47:00.000-07:002009-10-21T15:37:03.851-07:00The Genesis of Each DayI am a morning person and I am not a bit ashamed. I am the opposite of vampires, I am strengthened and ivigorated by sunlight. To me,there is nothing more uplifting than waking up with rays of sun spilling unto your bed, flowing over your cold body like warm golden honey. Perhaps that explains why i love late spring/summer so much because the sun is up and blaring at 7 30am. (In winter, you won't see the sun until 9am). The first thing that greets me when I open my sleepy eyes is the warm exudes of Morning, the Genesis of each day. <br /><br />I usually wake up with a stretch and a short prayer (if i remember). Dad used to tell us how important it is to verbally 'seize' the day with a positive shout as you jump off bed. Truth be told, he looks a little dorky doing that but if that's what gets him going, what have i got to say. <br /><br />As for me, one of the things I look most forward to every morning is the most impotant meal of the day-Breakfast. Ok, i'll also be a bit more honest, sometimes it is beakfast that gets me up early in the first place. Unlike back home, mornings here starts off more sluggishly. There's no mounting laundry nor pressing house chores to do. I stretch, weigh myself in my bithday suit, then head off to the showers where I run through a list of to-do things in my head. The warm shower shakes off the last bit of last night's dream left clinging on to me.<br /><br />Then according to my mood, i'll dress and make up (strictly according to my mood)before making myself a hot cup of black coffee and a yummy bowl of banana porridge (*porridge is not congee...it's oatmeal). I'll eat as i do a round check of facebook and emails. Then, i slip into a day's work as the last morsel of my morning bliss melts away like butter under the hot, glaring sun...<br /><br />The underlying beauty of Mornings is that we all get to start the day on a fresh new page. Whether it is picking up from yesterday's unfinished business, or mending last night's fault, the day begins on a new page. You might have messed things up yesterday, but today you get another chance to set things right again. Much like life i presume. Someone told me that we all make mistakes at every stage in our lives, and in return for the lack of knowledge if offers us, youth pays us by giving us ample chance to redeem ourselves when things go wrong.redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-21412980943148718772009-10-20T14:53:00.000-07:002009-10-20T15:26:50.071-07:00Broadcast FutureThe TV project screening at Loop Bar on Monday night was eye-opening. It was fun getting together with your course mates at the end of the semester to view the fruit of everyone's labour. Of course, some did better than others, but i think in general, everyone went home with the same goody bag-higher tolerance and a better understanding of broadcast media. Seeing the works of my coursemates really made me feel proud, you can pick up some talents right there and then. However, it is unsettling to note that almost all of the programmes followed a similiar structure of their host programme, each has the same factory manufactured style, structure and content. I know at this stage it is only fair that we follow a basic guideline, because it is about acquiing the basic skills; but still, it makes you wonder if that is why the media content we see today is so saturated yet generic. <br /><br />I came into this course or even this entire degree having my mind dead set on entering the TV field. Yet two semester later, I am now edging towards radio. I fell in love very much with radio documentaries (I highly recommend ABC 360 and This American Life from Chicago Public Radio). I like the prospect of creating intimacy between the listeners and the talent; I like the idea of being able to provoke the listener's emotions through soundscapes; most of all, i like being able to listen more intently to other people's story and reenacting them on radio. It is a common perception (a misjudgment i'd say) that radio docos put people to sleep, but that is only if you're not paying attention or listening closely enough. The beauty of radio docos is that it allows you to be a more active media consumer. At least the visual aspect is removed, and you're left with your imagination to guide you through media consumption. You're not entirely manipulated though you are still guided within a certain framework.<br /><br />TV or Radio? I have to decide which to enroll into next semester but thankfully i have the whole summer to think about it... =)redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-18300052604408391992009-10-13T02:10:00.000-07:002009-10-13T14:38:36.227-07:00spiralling wordshonestly, i don't feel my feet on the ground.<br />it's like, i know how to swim<br />yet i am flapping in the water<br />i know about the theories, i've drawn a mind map<br />i have the skeleton, i even have the flesh, <br />the muscles. but it lacks a heart.<br /><br />i wonder if birds ever forget how to fly?<br /><br /><br />* * *<br /><br />constipated. that's the look i wear on my face these days.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />i woke up at 3am. at 4am. and at 6am. then i gave up sleeping.<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />i'm thinking of mum all of a sudden. as jessie was going out to work today,<br />i got up from my work to say goodbye to her. <br />i remember jumping out from bed to say bye to mum every morning<br />i was 6 then<br />sometimes i would sit beside her and played around with her cosmetics<br />as she got dressed for work<br />i can still remember the smell of her La Poem perfume<br />and her well-pressed shoulder padded suits<br /><br />* * *<br /><br />I'm thinking of her<br />I'm thinking of meredpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-29618141128714261062009-10-11T22:34:00.000-07:002009-10-11T22:50:20.566-07:00我的经典乌龙今天中午为FF做饭时,我开玩笑地骂他是个肥仔,吃那么多,害我每次做的饭都不够。<br /><br />然后我自嘲地说道, ‘哎呀,叫你肥仔,就像以一百步笑五十步一样。。。’<br /><br />FF听了,嘴歪歪地,笑了一下。 ‘哇,很不错啊。还会用‘一百步笑五十步’啊。。。不错不错。。’<br /><br />听他酱夸, 我心里沾沾自喜, 开心得不得了。<br /><br />。。。‘不错。。。因为别人是用‘一五十步笑一百步’的, 你的却相反。。。很厉害, 很厉害。。。哈哈哈。。。哈哈哈。。。’<br /><br /><br />他。妈。的。<br /><br />(btw,乌龙 lite lie dat collect or not?)redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-12252924151216310562009-10-11T04:41:00.000-07:002009-10-11T04:53:37.759-07:00Sliding doorsKelly's baby was finally called home to heaven after one month of pain and suffering. <br /><br />My cousin, Janice, gave birth to her first child, my nephew, on the same day. <br /><br />You almost wondered if a peaceful transaction had taken place in heaven, if two souls had brushed shoulders through heaven's sliding doors. <br /><br />I cannot even try to comprehend what it feels like to be in either situation, but i do know that though they are different, there are underlying similarities. Both contains joy, sadness, and relief. Both involves hurt and pain, physically, mentally. <br /><br />I dreamt of both babies last night and they were both beautiful. One had fought her battle, short and meaningful. One was asleep, unaware of the hurdles that were ahead of him. Or perhaps he knew, and he was already mastering the skill...of closing his eyes and remaining calm and still in the face of adversity.redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-84308290778510063902009-10-06T03:27:00.000-07:002009-10-06T03:41:48.455-07:00sinkLet me slip, let me melt,<br />like butter, let me run,<br />through my solemn fun,<br />disappear, before being felt.<br /><br />Let me sink, let me fall,<br />over the edge, the brink,<br />without having to think,<br />let me engulf me, my all. <br /><br />Let me slide, let me wither,<br />crawl towards the door,<br />let me slip into forevermore,<br />shall i ever want to never?redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-5608948414162631572009-09-20T17:56:00.000-07:002009-09-20T18:37:39.369-07:00想家I didn't realise how much I miss home still until I found a clip on 'how to get to The Curve' on youtube. <br /><br />Seeing the familiar route back to my house, I pointed to the screen and looked to FF, exclaiming," 这个。。。这个就是去我家的路!" , my voice quivering slightly as tears welled up. <br /><br />I thought about how i used to drive or how i was driven down this road. Instantly, the smell, noise and dust of that bustling street teased my five senses. <br /><br />By the time I realised that I'm still a thousand miles away from home, tears are streaming down my cheeks already. <br /><br />FF gave my shoulders a tight squeeze and smiled at me knowingly, ‘哎,毕竟还是一个想家的孩子啊。。。’redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-63470711530862402382009-09-16T05:04:00.000-07:002009-09-16T06:39:47.382-07:00The Perfect Fit.It feels like i have not been able to spend time alone, recollecting my thoughts for quite some time. A lot has happened lately, from my family, to uni to our relationship, but they're mostly positive changes. <br /><br />I would metaphorically describe my present state as a perfect fit in a Levi's jeans. You know those hip hugging jeans that wraps nicely around your waist and accentuating your butt. Its stretchability allows you to take a comfortable yet proud stride everytime you walk. Others need not be in your shoes to notice the difference, the satisfaction and joy just radiates from within. You're comfortable. It's not too tight, it's not too baggy, it's not too long and it's not too short. It's the perfect fit. <br /><br />It has nothing to do with your figure. It's just tailored for to accommodate or correct your imperfections by first embracing them. <br /><br />That's how i feel right now. After years (though a relatively short period of time) of wearing ill-fitting jeans, i am finally able to breathe in this one. <br /><br />I'm in that pair of jeans right now, that allows me to be just who i am and more. The pair of jeans i can wear to attend classes, to stroll in the park, to cook in the kitchen, to lounge in my living room, to sit at a family dinner, to dance at a friend's party and to wear as PJs.<br /><br />It's not expensive, just very precious and very rare to find.redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-8295258291319498762009-09-15T15:27:00.000-07:002009-09-15T15:48:23.883-07:000830amDON'T GO YET, I'm BACK!<br /><br />It's Strike Day at RMIT. The lecturers are going on a strike for higher pay. One of their slogans read, 'Pay Up for Quality Education!' I pretend that paying up does not mean paying more, and even if it means that, international students are exempted because we are practically funding the whole university now anyways (*please do not quote me on this). <br /><br />It's been a long time since I blogged and it's not that I have nothing to say, in fact, i have heaps! Time is just running ahead of me all the time these days. Well, i sort of let it does that anyways. Hence, that explains why i'm either up at 4 30am or 0630am every morning. The news that classes are canceled today came like a unfolded like a scroll from heaven! I am more than happy to come in to the library as soon as its doors open to work on our radio rough cut. <br /><br />Speaking of radio....I meant to blog on that....and on Christine Germanches, the very old and sweet Macedonian lady whom we interviewed. I guess I'll tie that in my reflection after the entire project ends. <br /><br />I'll have to continue later....got to go chase time again. XOXO.redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-326461302575216362009-08-19T06:18:00.000-07:002009-08-19T07:14:32.152-07:00乘客FF received a call when we were on our way home from dinner tonight. From the animated tone of his voice, I could tell that the party on the other line, whom I only knew then as Terry, was a dear friend of his. It didn't take longer than 30 seconds for the call to turn into the same ones I've heard the past two weeks-the goodbye call. The call from a friend to announce the eventual return to their homes. The inescapable departure from his life and his inevitable sadness. FF says he has been here long enough to see friends coming and going. Indeed, in the course of two weeks that we've been together, this is the third goodbye-call he has received. Amd each time, he would shake his head and let out a deep sigh. "你看,这就是我的人生.一个个好朋友就这样离开了..."<br /><br />Terry's flight home to Shenzhen is bound at 7am tomorrow. Instantly pushing aside the pile of work and assignment that is due tomorrow, FF urged his friend to have a drink.<br /><br />Terry is one the first people FF befriended when he first arrived in Melbourne. At the ripe age of 17, they attended language school and then high school together. Yet, their contacts with each other ceased as they went on to university. Soon, meeting each other was an annual affair, one that FF regreted so much. <br /><br />We stood waiting for Terry at the corner of Lt. Bourke Street. I was looking out intently for a stranger, a person who i only know was tall and big. We waited in silence for more than 10 minutes, like siblings waiting to be reunited with their long lost family. "他再不来,我就要哭了呢..." FF muttered, his voice soaked in worry and impatience. <br /><br />Terry appeared at last. Tall and big as described. Indeed, as if being reunited with his long lost brother, FF burst into tears, his words stumbling over his sobs. "你为什么又要回去啦...?" Clumsy words, falling over fresh flow of tears. Then he turns and introduces me. "至少他临走前可以见一见你, 这样也算了我的心愿", he said before.<br /><br />We ducked into a bar and I watched and listened to their stories, as they gulp 3 shots of whiskey. FF still could not control his tears, especially when they started to reminisce about their high school days.<br /><br />I excused myself to meet up with Jess and the rest, leaving them to procede to their man-to-man talk. But as I left the bar, the eulogy I had a month ago, when I thought that FF had left, came back. <br /><br />Sometimes I think life is a bus ride. We sit and watch as passengers hop and off. Some passengers stay longer than others, while some get off after one stop. it does not matter how long their journey takes. What matters is that you've brought them to the destination they were meant to reach, within the allocared time. And my dear, I think that you did so with heartfelt earnestness and sincerity that is hardly ever found anymore.redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-91551184324914611192009-08-11T15:59:00.000-07:002009-08-12T00:34:37.349-07:00Musings 2- On You.FF is feeling stressed with his project lately. His shoulders seem to be heavier now, I can feel it. Hence, on most of our outings lately, I am the chatty one, trying my very best to lift his mood up, at least for that entire hour. <br /><br />Although most new relationship ought to be buzzing and exhilarating, I somehow appreciate the silence between us more. The knowing silence, punctuated by my sometimes silly, excessive and irrelevant comment on nothings. He would laugh, pat my head or pull me closer, then draw back into his thoughts on his final semester project. Then i too would retreat into that knowing silence, being grateful that such a calming silence exists.redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-69851362134520560972009-08-11T08:38:00.001-07:002009-08-11T09:22:36.640-07:00Musings 1 - On UniIt is 0130am now and Jessie and I have just returned from Yan, Tsu-Mei and Eng Kiat's place just across the street to celebrate Yan's 26th birthday. <br /><br />My mind is fully awake now as I brew myself a cup of double-bag green tea. I'm in the middle of collating the proposal for our Radio Program for Broadcast Media which will be pitched tomorrow. After a few brainstorming sessions and toying around with a few potential story leads, we decided to do a program on the recollection of two Macedonian's childhood memory. I should point out first that the theme for both our TV and Radio program is Growth. The radio program is a two-people collaboration and my assigned teammate-Megan, is a second generation Macedonian migrant. We decided to interview her father and great-aunt about their lives growing up in post-war Macedonia and as a migrant in Australia. It would be mostly recorded on location to create a sense of intimacy and closeness with our listeners. I think our concept would suit ABC Radio National 360 (our host program) because a lot of their past programs focus a lot on human interest stories. I confess, I had qualms about this project but now I feel much more positive and excited about it. Mm... Can't wait till production begins, though I hope we'd be able to get past the pitch and proposal first. I really hope to produce something substantial and professional.<br /><br />Mass Media in Asia is so far my favourite course as it is one of the only research-based courses I have this semester. Besides, so far the heated debate about the viable development of an Asian-modeled journalism, its form and functions is rather interesting. This week however, we're moving on to applying normative media theories in Asia, again questioning its suffiency in analyzing Asian media. What most scholars like Altschull suggest is a transitional media theory that can change and evolve based on different socio-political and economical circumstances. I agree to that but with only one reservation- and that is a transitional media theory might be too volatile and temporal. The ability of relatively small and developing countries to cope and constantly update themselves based on this theory is hence questionable. <br /><br />Communication and Social Relations has been getting a lot of bad reviews among my peers but I think it is quite alright. If you took time and pondered on each week's topic-it can be quite interesting. Take for example, this week's criticism of the ANZAC memorial. ANZAC stands for Australia-New Zealand Army Corps. The ANZAC day is is arguably Australia's most important national occasion. It marks the anniversary of the first major military action fought by Australian and New Zealand forces during the First World War. The ANZAC 'legend' is a prominent feature of Australian identity as it sees Australia coming of age as a nation. However, i too agree with some analysts that much of the excitement surrounding the ANZAC legend is overhyped. I see it as the identity of colonial Australia because the absence of the Aborigines and Women is much too strong. Furthermore, the notion that Australia has 'come of age' due to the war is very much an angle viewed through the Imperialist's lense. <br /><br />There you go, my uni life in a nutshell.redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-71042422420154034402009-08-03T12:53:00.000-07:002009-08-03T13:42:31.378-07:00I once criticized a loved one for being overly cynical and for closing up his heart after previous heartbreaks. Back then, I thought that we ought to be able to pick ourselves up after each setback in a nick of time, ought to remain positive, ought to leave the past behind and treat each new relationship as if there were none before. Now i know that that is anything but an idealistic approach to love and life. Amiable, but idealistic. The truth is, after having your hand burnt once, twice by fire, your instincts prevents you from the possibility making the same mistake again. When i once floated into a relationship, I now take hesitant, apprehensive baby steps; when i once thought myself to be brave, i now find myself timid; when I once had high expectations of myself and the person I loved, I now learnt how to come with nothing, yet go away with much; when I was once complete yet empty, I am now fractured yet more wholesome; when i was thought i have to give everything, i'm now sure i don't have everything to give. I think the thing about growing up is not so much about realising your strengths, but rather, about realising your weaknesses and learning how to protect yourself from the threats of such weaknesses. Growing up is really not about being more certain. I think the older you get, the more you are aware of the trappings of life, the more you know that life gets the best of you, even when you think you're guarded-the more you are uncertain. Then again, uncertainty leads to curiosity, curiosity leads to discovery, and what if life without discovery? <br /><br />Love, likewise, becomes more and more uncertain as you grow. But such uncertainty forces you to take a chance, it forces you to take a leap of faith, and isn't life itself a bet?redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-136008529793854582009-07-29T15:54:00.000-07:002009-07-29T16:19:59.273-07:00Sweet 16I had a date with the sixteen-year-old me last night. I went through my old photos, read my old blog posts and brought the sixteen year old me alive. It was as if she was standing there, right in front me, with all her pride and shame, fears and insecurities, hope and dreams, twirling and singing to me. <br /><br />I came to discover a lot about her. She had a young strong voice, one that was muffled most of the time by her lack of confidence and the fear of what others would think of her. Nonetheless, I felt that this young girl had quite a lot to say about life and relationships around her, she was sensitive to emotions and feelings, mostly of her own. Sometimes, she rose above herself, appearing confident and self assured, other times, I see her sobbing, especially in front of her family, who ceased to notice her. Despite having sensible thoughts on humanity at times, overall this girl was naive. Her sixteen year old was structured on grids and lines, she was clear of each territory, and was sure of the consequences of crossing them. To her, black is black, white is white, the notion of grey only appeared out of sympathy and the allowance to bend the rules sometimes. <br /><br />That notion, that this is a black and white world, faded in time. Much of the naivity and optimism has slowly chipped away. Some of the core attributes still remain, however, I feel like I'm still fighting the battle she fought, still pursuing her unfinished business. One of them is the acceptance by her family. If I could say anything to her, and if saying anything could have made a difference, I'd tell her to find an avenue to voice out her thoughts, I'd tell her not to be afraid to pursue her dreams, and to believe in herself more. <br /><br />And I believe, if she could point to me and say something in return, it would be, "Tell it to yourself, me."<br /><br /><br />My favourite quote from me then,<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"...Lonely, but not in a negative way. I'm starting to look at loneliness in a different light now. I believe that one must maintain a certain degree of loneliness in order to cherish the ones they love. Besides, it is in loneliness that we can reflect on ourselves.<br /><br />Loneliness is only segregation from other human beings, by which we uphold our own distinctive identity. However, we are never truly alone because God is always with us, whether you believe it or not."<br /><br />December 29th, 2006.</span>redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-56360915406851787802009-07-28T22:18:00.000-07:002009-07-28T22:33:37.171-07:00Leave your eyes with meCan you go away?<br />But leave your set of eyes<br />Leave your set of eyes<br />Follow me around all day. <br />Oh can you disappear?<br />don't come, not too near,<br />but leave your eyes just here.<br /><br />Let your eyes follow me,<br />my smile, my tear<br />even my lingerie.<br />let your eyes linger, just here.<br />see me upside down<br />see me go round and round.<br /><br />Oh can you take your words away?<br />the same old ones i hear everyday<br />but leave your set of eyes<br />leave your set of eyes, with me.<br />Follow me into the night<br />see me get into a fight<br />with the moon...<br /><br />Leave your eyes with me<br />Been staring at myself all day<br />Saw my shadow tried to kill itself<br />So take my eyes away from me<br />But leave your eyes<br />Leave your eyes with me.redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-73077422655533135982009-07-28T04:53:00.000-07:002009-07-28T05:14:29.722-07:00其實...我其實我真的很優郁<br />其實我可以一個人<br />坐著 等著 走著時<br />不經意地回想過去<br />眼淚安靜地流下來<br />可是在悲傷憤怒的<br />那一刻裡卻知道<br />大部分的眼淚流了<br />是因為想念你<br />有時候還會有點<br />可悲地求你也想我<br />很可悲<br />很憤怒<br />很悲傷<br />很矛盾<br />很想笑redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-43417910053755611892009-07-28T00:16:00.000-07:002009-07-28T00:25:02.483-07:00Memorable Petronas Ads<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rAKPwjBd4uM&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rAKPwjBd4uM&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6o1CzrmQP8U&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6o1CzrmQP8U&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VCXmpO-jfIo&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VCXmpO-jfIo&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n3z69U4Njik&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n3z69U4Njik&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqDdhloTLM4&hl=en&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cqDdhloTLM4&hl=en&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-53341121784895087752009-07-27T23:46:00.000-07:002009-07-28T05:16:09.381-07:00Bumper Issue Vol. 1 No.1<span style="font-weight:bold;">"Yasmin"<span style="font-style:italic;"></span></span><br /><br />If I could ever be the director of an autobiographical movie on the late Malaysian producer/director Yasmin Ahmad, my movie title would simply be named,"Ibu", because that's how I portray her in my mind- the mother who gently reminds her children about the simply yet fundamental things in life, using words and vivid images-literally. <br /><br />I was only fortunate enough to have sat through a lecture given by Yasmin during my first year undergrad studies in media comm at Taylors last year. Though it was only a one hour lecture, it was condensed with a lot of simple, down-to-earth messages, mostly about coming back to the fundamentals of humanity and culturalism. A friend of mine recently posted a comment on my facebook status saying, "She is a simple lady who has a simple vision to unite all Malaysians in Malaysia." I think simplicity is beyond her vision, it's in her aura too. The way she dressed, the way she talked and the way she carries herself was so unfrivolous, so real. <br /><br />One of the things that I remember Yasmin saying in the lecture was that advertisements should not be all about hard selling a product or misleading consumers. She pointed out that advertisements can make a bigger impact if they found a connection with consumers - and these connections could be about everyday things in life that people take granted for. One of the examples she gave that I would remember for life is this: A client who sold batteries wanted her to promote the fact that the new batteries had 'higher' capacity when in reality they had lowered the old batch and raised this new batch of batteries to their original capacity. The client said, 'nevermind la, the consumers won't know...' Yasmin was annoyed and said, 'the consumers include my father, my mother, my sister and the rest of my friends and family members, are you telling me to lie to them as well?'<br />Not many practitioners would have taken such a brave stand in the face of profit and revenue. <br /><br />Yasmin's early demise does leave a void in the local film and advertising industry, but i think, as much as we grieve, we should also rejoice over the fact that in the brief moment that this angel has managed to spend on our land, she has helped open many new doors for us. <br /><br />p/s: Ho Yu Hang, the rest of us are looking towards you.redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-39645214632654427012009-07-23T05:55:00.000-07:002009-07-23T06:35:32.729-07:00"daddy daddy see what i drew?"3 Distinctions. 1 Higher Distinction. <br /><br />Mum was so excited that she searched RMIT's website to find out about their grading systme. Never in my life has she been so interested in my academic results. Growing up, my parents always maintained the policy that our education is our responsibility. It doesn't matter if you came in first or last in class, as long as the apple don't fall too far away from the tree. They would be proud of you, they would beamed at all the prizes and awards, but a smile and the pride in their eyes is all you'd get. I admired this policy and would do the same to my children. <br /><br />3 Ds and 1HDs is really not the best result around, i totally understand. I'm not elated or super proud myself. It's the process i seek, not the end result. Still, i reckon it isnt a bad result. I am not looking for your validation or whatever pride you have left of me. But I reckon i'd rather you not say anything than to say this, dad:<br /><br />"Ok la...congratulations la Cryst...you did well. But I don't think you're the only one right? I'm sure a lot of people scored this grade too, at least 20% - 30% did?"<br /><br />You don't have to say anything if you have nothing encouraging to say.redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-42602464814198102412009-07-22T04:36:00.003-07:002009-07-22T05:18:37.902-07:00Coco Avant Chanel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOqfHbb5C7fsoMy-lNcUPxSX8nyEYpz7rh1uYU3sHbbe_buWwHx4uv_L7tZzcA9uqoO5GeO2cYI4nSjZc5IVw-SD91xav3XIsEaDDTI90DY_V2v7YtWFmIofjxIZdcoiuMWpOn34g1Y10/s1600-h/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 147px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOOqfHbb5C7fsoMy-lNcUPxSX8nyEYpz7rh1uYU3sHbbe_buWwHx4uv_L7tZzcA9uqoO5GeO2cYI4nSjZc5IVw-SD91xav3XIsEaDDTI90DY_V2v7YtWFmIofjxIZdcoiuMWpOn34g1Y10/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361254436679162434" /></a><br /><br /><br />Most girls and women would do anything to own a Chanel. Those who can afford, would pay a price that could amount to six to eight figures for a Chanel dress or her famous tweed jacket. Others find themselves yielding to her signature fragrance-simply named No.5. Poor students like me have nothing to offer but to brave the wet and cold weather, forgoing three meals just to pay for a film about the legend, the empress of the empire herself-Mademoiselle Coco Chanel. <br /><br />Although quite shamely, the movie was focused more on Chanel's love life - and the eventual lost of her true love - it did give an honest portrayal of the strong, independent and fearless woman who single-handedly shifted the paradigm of fashion in the early 20s. Audrey Tatou's portrayal of the fashion pioneer herself was convincing and strong. <br /><br />It always amazes me how women like Gabrielle Bonheur Chanel were courageous enough to stand firm on their grounds, and not be affected by people or norms that shaped the society around her. One of my favourite quotes from Chanel was the one she said in Harper's Bazaar in 1923 : "Simplicity is the keynote for all true elegance".<br /><br />In Chanel's own words, "There are several Duchesses in Westminster, but there is only one Chanel!"redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3532481784982472856.post-55582530747885035672009-07-16T06:08:00.000-07:002009-07-16T06:18:10.704-07:00You once asked me if i reckon this will work out. <br /><br />I think we might stand a chance.<br /><br />All we need to do is learn how to laugh. <br /><br />It's been a long time since I laughed at you and with you. <br /><br />And tonight, I did. We did. <br /><br />So, if you asked me again, if i reckon this will work out?<br /><br />I'd say, we stand a fair chance.<br /><br />All we need to do is keep breathing, keep yearning and keep laughing.redpepperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05304003202450294442noreply@blogger.com0