Wednesday, 30 May 2012

Trip to Kuantan ~ Hyatt Regency.

Its school holidays for two weeks, so Karen and Will organised a trip to Kuantan at east coast for a three days two night stays at Hyatt Regency. Nice place, with clean strip of beach and plenty of activities for the kids to enjoy. The drive there is nice and relaxful, even though there's still lots of cars on the highway but at least there isn't any traffic jam. The only scare is the stretch passing Genting Highland, infamous for its winding, snake like road. Just have to drive carefully and being alert. Esther's entire family - her mom, dad, Kar Yau, Pauline and their three kids, Stephanie,  joined in the trip, a memorable one, and for me, its my first time to the east coast. I thought it would be a long drive, but we managed to reach there in about three hours plus some R&R stops. There are meal vouchers courtesy of the hotel, though we did try two local restaurants for lunch, one on the way there and the other on the second day. Normal stuffs but not sub par either. Kuantan is pretty kinda busy town. The most important thing is the kids enjoying themselves. The way home was smooth 'cept that we reached home during the late evening, so abit tiring as we were caught in the jam. Given the any future opportunity, like Bali trip, I hope to bring the family there again. Or maybe Cherating next.

Monday, 21 May 2012

Prometheus - Movie Trailer.

I am kinda excited and looking forward this movie, by Ridley Scott no less, and after much confusion and throw you off the track infos, I believe this is truly a loose prequel to my all time fav horror sci fi classic, the 1979 Alien. Premiering soon in early June, the two trailers features a team of explorers once more on a planet (Archeron/LV 426 at Zeta Reticulli 2?), with viral snippets showing Weyland CEO giving talks about "gods and human civilisation advancement" as well as another android. There are many scenes which shows its "link" to Alien - the derelict spaceship, the still living space jockey, "urns" lining along a chamber. H.R. Giger is backed but for limited props effect. If you were to look at the trailers closely, and I mean really closely, there is a fast scene showing another bio-mechanical creature walking towards the space jockey, which was "burbling" from within. There's also snippets of conversation about "heading towards Earth". Then finally, the "screeching" soundtrack, which was originally heard on the trailers release of Alien back in '79. And an alien domed structure originally envisioned instead of the derelict spaceship during early conceptual development to Alien. A tribute of some sort I reckon. Thus, the questions playing in my mind is the space jockey actually carrying some form of bio-weapons toward Earth to wipe out the human race? More importantly, would this give us some answers as to how the Alien come about? Bio-engineered? And what is that mysterious second creature approaching the jockey? Guess all would be answered and revealed, hopefully in a satisfying manner, when the movie premier in June 2012.

Dato' Sudirman Hj Arshad.

There are many legendary artists long gone but remain etched in my fading memories, irregardless of time and period, irrespective of cultural, religious or ethical background. Growing in a country of multi-ethnicity of cultural potpourri is a plus point for me, even though by nature of the complexity of the mix has also shown to be straining at times when "ultras" and selfish small percentage of shites would try to tilt the balance at some one point or another but lets not get into that. Coz this is about one, late, local artist whom was and is still a standard of which, except for a selected few, are to be measured upon. His name? Sudirman (25 May 1954 – 22 February 1992). I am writing this because a free concert is to be held to commemorate his songs on this coming June 3rd at Cheras. When I was still a kid (or am I still one?), Sudirman, a lawyer by practise, was a household name in the music industry. Not much public media was accessible then, except for Radio Television Malaysia or RTM. I think TV3 was not even in existence yet. I first knew of him through his music and then also his 1982 movie "Kami". His popularity soared through his wins at local talent competition, Bintang RTM, later Muzik Muzik TV3 and one of his last few hits, "Balik Kampung" is a favourite though us kids back then used to make fun of it all the time by altering the lyrics. I remember Sudirman as a diminutive person physically, just like another local legend, female jazz, R&B queen, Sheila Majid. But he possessed a vocal range worthy of a titan. And his repertoire of music knowledge and capability to sing it in several languages, energetic stage performances, trend setting dressing styles (yes,yes the heavy padding type which was the vogue of the 80s) won him fans beyond the boundary of the country. Most of his songs consists of love themes and dealing with circumstances of individuals from rural backgrounds coming to work in the bright, city life and coping with urban cultural differences, a  theme widely explored in the late 70s and throughout the 80s when the country embarked on modernisation and industrialisation with private factories sprouting up everywhere, like in Penang island for example. Just like Search, Wings, Lefthanded rock bands of which I called "Rock Kang Kang" hehe, I call these songs "Lagu Kilang". Reminds me of when Uncle Chai and Uncle Teong used to wake up wee hour in the morning with the "bas kilang" waiting to fetch them to work and back. There were times when Sudirman was embroiled in controversy due to his style of performances. Like the threats he received when he was about to hold a concert at local tertiary institution, UTM at Bangi of which he boldly went on to proceed, and of course during the early days when he performed with "the Girls", his backup dancing ladies, plus the circumstances regarding his death. There are detractors of his style and music of course even until today, but far and few in between. Two events made Sudirman forever casted in the stratosphere of local music industry - the free for all, open air concert at then central of KL, Chow Kit Road on 15th April 1986. Chow Kit back then was the KLCC of the city. An estimated 100,000 people watched him performed that Monday night. And the second event was the Asia Music Award held at the Royal Albert Hall in London on March 19, 1989, of which was telecasted live over RTM (or was it TV3?). I remember watching it coz there was another fav artist of mine also representing his home country - the late Leslie Cheung. Leslie was performing one of his greatest hit from that time -  無心睡眠 (Sleepness Night). Can Sudirman top that? Yes, he did and with the eternal song "One Thousand Million Smiles" - and won the "Best Performer" award. By the way, the song was recorded by the 80s pop producing trio - Stock, Aitken and Waterman - yes, the "SAW" pop hit singles producing trio for the likes of Rick Ashley, Kylie Minogue, Jason Donovan etc. I remembered leaping with joy - though I was equally sad that I thought Leslie didn't win - but oh wow, Sudirman does deserved it with his performance. It was said that Sudirman would not return to the country should he not win the competition. After his win, Sudirman later was to record an album with the SAW team at London but was unfortunately cut short and did not materialise due to an illness which eventually led to his early demise at the age of  37 on 22nd February 1992.         

Sunday, 20 May 2012

Chloe & Dylan - Bikes.

The kids are growing up. Time to upgrade their bikes...Got the red one which Dylan personally chose, but both are swapping and sharing with each other instead of fighting over the bikes. Good thing. More importantly, they really enjoying themselves. And I am already sweating on how to teach them to ride these bikes without the supporting side wheels. When and how was it that I learnt to balance myself last time? I just remembered the "falling down" parts, and gradually able to balance myself naturally. Just don't the two precious to hurt themselves when its time to do so...

Tuesday, 15 May 2012

The Raveonettes.

And I see you...
And I know that you're so young.
And I choose you...
And I know that you're so young.
And I need you...
And I know that you're so young.
And I catch you...
And I forget that you're young.

Can I fall awake now?
Can I fall awake now?
Can I fall awake now?
Can I fall awake now?

And I hold you...
And I forget that you're young.
And I kiss you...
And I know that you're so young.
And I need you...
And I forget that you're young.
And I please you...
And I know that you're so young.

And I hurt you...
And I forget that you're young.
And I scare you...
And I forget that you're young.
And I leave you...
And I know that you're so young.
And I miss you...
And I know that you're so young.

Can I fall awake now?
Can I fall awake now?
Can I fall awake now?
Can I fall awake now?
(And I forget that you're young)

And I forget that you're young...

~ Forget That You're Young.

Alice Mudgarden

Inside always trying to get back inside
But it's so hard to penetrate pig-thick skin

I'm 'bout as low as I can get
I'd leave but I can't forget
Still I wonder why it ain't right, mmm it ain't right, oooh
Ain't right, mmm it ain't right, yeah

'Bout as low as she can get
She'll leave me but she won't forget
And she wonders why she ain't right, she ain't right
Ain't right, she ain't right

Now we're as low as we can get
Can't leave and can't forget
We ain't right, we ain't right
Not right, we ain't right

(backround)Well it's hard to believe that somebody tricked you
when you can see you were only high
It's all up to you so you gamble
flat on your face and into the fire  

~ Right Turn.     

Friday, 11 May 2012

ThreeA ~ WWR : Deep Powder Corp Grunt Private Dunn.

Cheaper than robots.
Easier to programme.
Welcome to war...

"I raised my head. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky--seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness." ~ Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness.

A (mis) interpretation:
Name: Christian Dunn.
Age: 21 years.
Former: 77th "Winter Defence" Mechanized Division; XXV "Deep Powder" Corps; Second Army; 4th Eurasia Army Group.
Rank: Private - ID # 89045768192347OOAGHK.
Current: Nom di Sciple, Legio XXV.
Std. Armaments : Hobson & Dolch 4.6 x 30mm MP7 sub-machine gun w. suppressor and targeter x 1; Hobson & Dolch 12 gauge dual mode pump action/semi automatic M4 Super 90 combat shotgun x 1; Hobson & Dolch .45mm autorevolver x 1; Frag grenades x 3; Krak grenades x 3; Flak armour x 1; Chem-inhaler x 1; Arm shield x 1.

From 22nd June to 5th December 1941, the Ecclesiarchy of Mars launched Operation God's Thunder across the Eastern Front after the conquest and incursions into majority of Eastasia and Oceania sectors. The Council of the High Lords of Terra plan was to wage a brutal battle of attrition with which to wear down the enemy over the period of one year on the Eastern Front. The Coalition Army men and women formed the primary backbone of the defences with support from the warbots. The entire battle culminated in the final counter offensives against the Reds Army and lost almost 4 million men and women. Approximately 8 million people of the East Eurasian original population were wiped out, the numbers of the Martian losses incalculable.The battlefield itself is actually a vast graveyard since the mortal remains of over 1.5 million missing combatants are still dispersed underground wherever they fell. The entire sector becomes physically and environmentally destroyed. Because of millions of human corpses and unexploded ordnance that contaminated the land, some activities in the area such as housing, farming or forestry were temporarily or permanently forbidden after the battle. The Terran pyrrhic victory nevertheless marks a turning point in the Great War against the Ecclesiarchy of Mars. Subsequent crusades undertaken by the Martians upon Terra are successfully repulsed by the Terran Coalition Armed Forces as the latter begin to successfully capitalise on their combined industrial potentials to built up their war resources and organisation. The following is an extract from data recording of one Private Dunn, taken between 2nd to 6th October 1941. He is listed as MIA just a day after completing his rotation. All Terran privates were implanted with a "peacekeeper", a device which main function is to ensure orders are followed at synaptic level. A jolt is delivered to the brain's pain centre, if orders were not followed and conversely, those who carried out their duties well are given another jolt to the pleasure center. Effectively any Terran grunts would become Pavlov's dog within a month or two with their free will controlled by the Army Groups Command Centre. But it is not without setback. The brain can be controlled but they overlooked the fact that each cells in the human body genes generates a slight hum, which forms personal unconsciousness. Thus, cases of AWOL and MIA still occur. One can't tame free will it seems. All Terran troops are standard issued with chem-inhaler, which are combat-drug dispensing rebreathers, the drugs' effect minimizing any instincts of self-preservation. Their use is a cheap and expedient method of making soldiers dependable, which causes the user to become fearless and fanatical in combat. The psychological control drugs induce many different mental states, such as frenzy, hatred, fear, and so forth. These drugs are most notably administered to penal colonies troops to temporarily produce the desired effects during combat. Other different combat drugs induce similar effect, like speeds up user's reflexes and movement and increases physical strength and endurance. Some are known to mask pain and push the user past the point where their body would give up.  The longer the drug remains in effect, the greater the chance of the drug causing injury, often permanently to both mentally and physically. The Coalition Army human troops are also standard equipped with flak armours, a cheaply produced, low tech, lightweight armour vest provided en-masse to the Army human units. A flak vest consists of a skeleton of lightweight, flexible metal. This skeleton is then wrapped in multiple layers of a high-tensile fabric that is the main protective component of the armour. These multiple layers of different ablative and impact absorbent materials designed primarily to deflect or absorb the majority of the force from a shot or blow. It is meant to provide defence against low-velocity, dispersed damage, such as explosions, shrapnel and ricochet material, rather than to protect against a direct impact, in which case the armour's protection is almost negligible Thermal-absorbent materials are sometimes applied to reduce the thermal signature of the infantry, help with staying invisible during night recon missions. Rarer still, heaters are incorporated into the outermost layer of some Army Groups, particularly those fighting in the Eurasian Front in the cold, merciless, icy winters. Specialised warbot snipers are equipped with Camo-Cloak, hooded cloaks composed of a mesh backing woven with thousands of ribbons of colour shifting and light-absorbing material, weaved for its durability and ability to help hide the wearer. The Camo Cloak is coated with an absorbent material called Cameoline which takes on the colouration of the surroundings giving the wearer a great deal of individual concealment and can give the wearer near perfect concealment. Each grunts are issued with three Frag grenades and same number of Krak grenades. Frag grenades (or fragmentation grenades) are small, anti-personnel grenades, exploding in a hail of thousands of tiny and deadly shards of metal, the effect being to deny an enemy the benefits of any cover as they are assaulted. Krak grenades are anti-warbot weapons - the opposite of the anti-personnel frag grenade - they are designed to crack open armoured targets through a concentrated implosive blast. Although a Krak grenade can easily kill a man, they are only used to attack armoured vehicles and warbots. They are very effective at destroying hard targets, building structures, and for tearing holes into defensive structures. The krak grenade must be placed on the target, thus percentage of success of placing a Krak grenade on a warbot by a human troop is incredibly low. The standard issued sub-machine gun, prone to jamming most of the time, has a targeter which possesses various optical sights, range-finding or prediction systems. The end result is that they allow the user to determine if a target is in range before firing.

Day 215. 
The fall rains have commenced. The rasputitsa. We lie deep in the  mud of the trenches as the temperature drops to sub zero. Marlow is suffering from frost bite. He lost his left eyesight and deaf from its injured left ear courtesy of the Reds artillery shelling earlier. Ahmed is sitting on the glutinous mud, rocking back and fro repeatedly. Both his hands are frozen stiff on the gun. Yii Ching stops talking altogether and keeps caressing at her personally decorated tiger strip grenade launcher in disturbing manner. Five more days to go and I'm off the rotation. Food, fuel and ammunition supplies are at all time low. The Reds had earlier cut off one of our major supply routes. The BcELL Thunderhawks' drop pods are facing difficulties trying to get the supplies through. Most are shot down. A turkey shoot for the Sloggers. I saw some resorted to cannibalism, but were caught and shot on the spot by the Kommissar. The body thermal heating device in the jacket is unpredictable and prone to malfunction. 30 died during first week due to the cold. Another 5 were killed from internal combustion due to overheating. The weapons are prone to being jammed and need constant oiling. Our boots and uniforms perish easily under the muddy conditions. The chem-inhaler is no longer effective. The gas re-fills are running out. The trench is filthy as hell. We eat, sleep and shit at the same place. And I couldn't even remember what fresh water taste like anymore. And when was the last time I bath and wash myself? My body is itchy as hell, with rashes and scabs forming from scratching too much. Lice everywhere. So are the roaches. There was an outbreak of dysentery but the medics manages to contain it and innoculates all of us whom remain with some form of drugs.  The backup divisions were supposed to arrive yesterday. According to the Sarge, she said the Reds Sloggers and bots are simultaneously assaulting the Central Ruthenia Upland Sub-Sector. So the Big Reds Divisions are tied down and concentrate on defending that sector. We are on our own.  There are new recruits to the front. They look like they are not even out of puberty yet. Could not help but notice that the noobs were getting younger by the days. I am tired, and numb. The adrenalizers and gas mask helps abit. They also feed up with some pills which keeps us awake most of the time. But I am beginning to feel numb to all these. Fatalism sets in. I am scared. I want to go home, see my baby girl, get a real job, fall in love and marry a woman who truly loves me and accept me for who I am, have more kids, see them grow up, grandchildrens, grow old and die. But this, here. It ain't a proper place or manner to die.

Day 216. 
The forests have  been reduced to tangled piles of wood by constant artillery shelling. They were completely obliterated. Rain combined with the constant tearing up of the ground turns the clay of the area to mud clog with the remains of grunts and bots. In some areas, the ground is composed more of human flesh, bone, bots parts than of earth or vegetation. Shell craters become fill with liquid oozes. It becomes so slippery that Grunts who fall into them or takes cover in them could drown. Or those chemicals the Reds use would settled in one of those holes and if you're unlucky and slip into one, they would never find your body again. The Berts mobility becomes greatly reduced, sinking up to their chicken leg like knees in the slime and soon stuck fast. For the past six months, the battle had become a stalemate. But this morning before day break,  the Reds take advantage of a lapse in the defence line and launches an assault consisting of their own Droppies with support of heavy shelling from their artillery. They successfully breaks through a gap in the line and infiltrated the trenches. Marlow is blasted apart by one of the plasma grenades. We responds in kind. In the ensuing melee, we manages to repulse them off but we all know we could not hold onto the defence line further. Rations and reserves will last no longer than 12 hours. Sarge said orders from the top down is to hold on no matter what. For Eurasia. For Terra, she said. Later we receives strict order not to step back from holding the line. Any one who does so will be considered a traitor to the war and to be executed by the Kommissars. No prisoner of wars are to be held. All are to be shot on sight. The strain and exhaustion intensify. That night, the sloggers again broadcast their religious gobbledygook, blarring non-stop propaganda pleas through their vox casters for us to give up. Half awake and asleep, I recall the day I was drafted into the meat grinder. I did kill that man. Caught my wife and him red handed on the bed. Life sentence with no parole. I wonder what she is doing right now. F*** her. I love her but why she did this to me? Now, I can only think of my baby girl. Would I be able to see her again? The woman has probably hooked up with another guy anyway. I hate myself. I hate her. Not her fault. I blame myself. Why? I think I fall asleep unconsciously from the exhaustion and starvation. I thought I dreamt of my daugther playing with pebbles lifting it up with just her mind, forming a helix pattern.

Day 217.
Fifteen armoured divisions arrive comprising Droppies, LM herds, Brams and upgraded Berts. Mean mofo if you were to asked me. Several "friendly fire" incidents had occurred. Shitty steel bastards. Square recon units begin to gather field intel en masse. Sarge said a new Field Marshall is in town. She adds that the Martians had suffered a massive defeat during their offensives at the Ruthenian Upland and their numbers have been greatly reduced. Something about strategic error of being spread too thin. I look at Ahmed. Frozen stiff as a popsicle, his hollowed eyes stare back at me. 'You'll all gonna die', I thought I heard him tellin me. Yii Ching had been caught in one of the artillery fire. A plasma warhead. She vaporised instantaneously. The Reds loves to use energy based weaponries. Of all Zulu Company troops whom underwent the so-called training with me, only 8 remains. Supplies finally arrive. Glimmer of hope. Food rations, adrenalizers for the chem inhalers, medicines, and weaponry. The sarge briefed us about Operation Winter Lion, a large scale counter offensives to penetrate their front lines and dig out the entrenched Martians troops and warbots. That night, the big boys congregates at their bunkers. The warbots begin to take their positions. The Big Red Division grunts share some stories with us on the battle at Ruthenia. The massive battle was said to be so intense, just to protect one sub-sector bearing the name of the bastard Eurasian High Lord, that all bots, grunts, armoured vehicles from both factions were literally shooting at each other at point blank at most time. Ironic that the CCCP Storm Divisions are nicknamed Reds, coloured in red, while the real Reds, the Sloggers and bots, are coloured in mostly blue-yellowish motif.

Day 218.
0300. The launching of the counter offensives begins with the most intense shelling of artillery I have ever witness, and under the thundering cover of the rolling barrages of heavy artillery fire, the Kommissars push us out and we moves in as fast as possible, with the Kommissars right behind us barking orders, over the craters and uneven surfaces, facing equally intense counter fire and bombings from the enemy. I run as if the Devil were right behind me, firing simultaneously, mostly blindly, and then take cover at one of the nearest Czech hedgehog obstacles. Lasers and plasma bolts whizzes pass me. All penetrates the hedgehog. I guess I am lucky. A Kommissar run and takes cover at the same place. He barks like a mad dog, tries to push me out into the no man's land while waving his bolt pistol into my face. But something hit him. Reduced to a pool of goo. The intense heat nearly shear off my right arm. The Droppies run pass me, weaponry blazing all the way. They trample over the dead and half alive bodies on their way. We are ordered to clear lanes for the Droppies to cross belts of magnetic mines fields, hydro sulphuric acid bombs, and Tesla coils. Meat shields, that what we are. Clearly the initiative is due to our greater numbers. The Brams and Berts move in with their heavy machine guns, taking out almost everything that moves. Including most of us standing in their line of fires. The bombardments successfully takes out the Reds defences. Debris and smokes turn the already inky darkness of the morning into a black chasm. The night vision is often unreliable but it helps this time. High on the combat drugs, I run out together with my other comrades in arms at the Reds trenches. I felt like god, bullets will bounce off me, indestructible. My body was tired but my mind just could not register it. Most of us are mowed downed by their turbo lasguns, but we continues with our assault. It is a scene of carnage and massacre for both sides. What madness drives humanity to this point? With the roar of the Armstrongs flying above, we  manage to breakthrough and by the end of the offensives, the Reds are crippled and forced to withdraw to their '41 starting line. The Sarge says the Zulu Company is no more and will be absorbed by the Kilo Company. There's only three of us left after all. I look over the watch and its 0823. Five good hours of staring into the gate of hell. Sarge said that the train will depart at 1600 to the DMZ whereby I shall be debriefed and all the papers to be signed for release before heading for the rehabilitation centre. Sarge said she has been promoted and re-assign to the JEA Marine Corps. Kilgore, the other only surviving member and half assed crazy SOB, said the rush is too good to miss. 'War is addictive. And I wouldn't wanna miss the smell of napalm in the morning. Sure smells like victory over the Reds', he says. Watch too much movies I am sure. He is going to the join the Jungler Rangers in the tropics. I heard that's worse. I don't care. Me, I am going home though there's still a day to go before I am officially discharge. I will still need to undergo psychological evaluations and other forms of rehabilitation. But that's ok. Coz I survive.

Private Dunn arrived at the DMZ with the rests on board an armoured train as scheduled but he never left the place. His disappearance remain a mystery but no case is ever filed nor reported. There are millions, KIA, AWOL, MIA. The Ministry of Administration is too tied up. The medic whom evaluated Private Dunn noted a trinity shaped mark found near where he was last seen. A month later, somewhere in Pan Am City Two, United Americana, a girl of about five is playing by herself along the corridor of the mega block. 'Erin, dinner', a voice from the inside the house. 'Just a couple of minutes more mom', Erin replied. Suddenly, a man appears before her. He seems to be enveloped in some form of halo which dances around his entire being. 'Daddy?', Erin said...And he smiles with happiness at the sight of his daughter before vanishing once more, leaving only a trinity trinket behind.

ThreeA ~ Popbot : Old Guard Tomorrow King SBV RVHK Hideo (Yellow Version).

再沒法追尋 當天的女子!
~ 草蜢, Lonely.

A (mis) interpretation :

Category: Mass production replicants.
Model type: The Tomorrow Kings - GEN 1.5.
Unit type: The Old Guards.
ID: Hideo / Popeye Doyle / The Yellow Sun.
Function: Close assault.
Rank: Kyodai.
Manufacturer: The Luthor Bean Jr. Corporation.
Incept date : 15th November 1986.
Serial no.: TKG01.5MAC151121986.
Longevity : 4 years.
Physical Level : A.
Mental Level : C.
Abilities : Panzer Kunst - anti-armour martial art; superhuman physiology.
Std. armaments : Monomolecular-edged katana x 1; Ion Cyclotron Glove x 2.


This "old guard" TK is one of the four exclusive releases from the recently concluded ThreeA Hong Kong Re-Venture exhibition, which also features amongst others, two "Yesterday Queens" TQ, a variant of Lady Sham (!) and others. ThreeA members get a chance to preorder online at Bambaland but it comes inserted randomly like lucky draw which I really hate, as well as a set consisting of other figures I am not so interested in. Also, you got to personally go to the venue in Hong Kong during the event to collect it. This is the first time I encounter a toy company which went through all these to ensure exclusivity. Kinda eccentric if you were to ask me. ThreeA is kind enuff to offer them exclusively for ThreeA members again after the conclusion of the event online at Bambaland, also at random but knowing all the cart jacking issue online, it's a terrible, terrible struggle. Anyhoo, I managed to snag one, the yellow hair one with a blue black eye. I don't know why they are called old guard, most likely as an "honor" to the first four original TK ThreeA released way back in 2008 (?). The blondie back then is called Hideo. There's other three - red, black with beard, and blue. All available, on eBay. Cost? One scalper offers RM10k for all complete four figures. Average figure is RM2k and above. Nuts. So, I reckoned "Hideo" 'ere will be the most outstanding TK I currently own with its unique blonde colouration (which I really like btw, the other being the red TK coz I feel TK needs more "loud" color, like their counterparts, the TQ) and also the most lonely, even though his brader numbered in millions :P. Maybe one day blondie, maybe one day, youse all shall be together...

Pearl Jam Twenty.

Wanna know a slice of history of the early 90s "grunge" music scene, which by the way, is a "dirty" word amongst the true blue bands from its birthplace, Seattle? Then, this 2011 rockumentary by director Cameron Crowe (Singles, Jerry Maguire, Almost Famous) is a must watch. Charting the history of the seminal "Seattle sound" band Pearl Jam, from their influences, formations, achievements like debut album Ten, some funny moments (like Adam Sandler's spoof of Eddie's singing style in a segment), incredible live performances (particularly Eddie's heart stopping penchant for climbing scaffolds and ceillings and then jumped into the crowds), struggles like against Ticketmaster, as well as coping with fame, balancing accusations of being a mainstream band and alternative, brief spat with Kurt Cobain and perseverance, the rare footage and interviews contain revelatory wealth of information about each of the band members (even the ever changing lineup of drummers are included but in a quick but reasonable amount of time), captured within the framework of the music scene itself. It also features Chris Cornell and his insights. From Green River, Mother Love Bone, Temple of the Dog and eventually Pearl Jam, this is one of the most well captured documentary about a phenomenal music genre which briefly transcended across the entire American culture during the first half of the 90s.

Friday, 4 May 2012

Star Wars Day.

In the far future, there is only war. Oops. Wrong start. That's WH40K.
Actually it's "A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away....", and follows by a sudden, loud title of the word "STAR WARS", which by the way, never fails to shock the heck out of me, follows by a crawl or rollup providing a  an explanation of the backstory and context of the film. The crawl begins with film's episode number followed by a three-paragraph summary of the events immediately prior to the incidents of the film.
I was still a toddler when the 1977 "The New Hope" aka Episode IV, but the 1980 "The Empire Strikes Back" aka Episode V was the first of the six movies I seen and really, again courtesy of VHS rental. Then there's is so-so "The Return of the Jedi" aka Episode VI in 1983. Conceived by George Lucas, the movies create a worldwide pop cultural phenomenon ("May the force be with you"). Heck, even Esther mistook the ThreeA severed bot head as R2D2. Vader, Luke, Han Solo, Leia, Chewie, 3CPO and R2D2. And the AT-AT walkers during the assault on the rebel base on Hoth remains as memorable as ever. It seeded what would become an admiration for all sort of huge assault vehicles and tanks.
Hhhmm..maybe I should really consider getting that Hot Toys DX Luke Skywalker. But here's the thing. I am not too hardcore about it, just casual about the whole Star Wars universe thingy.
And I don't quite like Episode I to III, not because of the special effects but of certain characters i.e. Jar Jar Binks and the scripts. Yes, the scripts. And names. Count Dooku? C'mon. And the lame Trade Federation droids. Goosebumps were raised several times. Anyhoo, today's 4th of May, so to all Star Wars fan out there, may the fourth be with youse all.

Thursday, 3 May 2012

Monkey Cup Reload.

Been a while. Another batch of monkey cups. Since Fauzi no longer operates his business at Subang Parade, went all the way to his orchard at Lembah Ampang. An eye opening experience at his orchard fills with all types of monkey cups of all sizes and species.