Archive for January, 2007

how to turn an awful japanese horror movie into a brilliant comedy (1)

The most important thing when making a B-grade J-horror is to plan a movie loosely based on a popular video game. The looser, the loser, the better. Make the plot as unoriginal as you can, and with the investors’ approval because J-horror always sells, wield your imagination! Go wild, no holds barred.

But in any J-horror we always have the same characters, maybe different roles but since they all look the same to me, allow me to introduce the key characters:

The Father. He is the one who makes all the decisions in the household, including migrating his family to an isolated island where the people behave weirdly and stare kok at you at all time. Still he finds nothing wrong with it even though modern culture denotes that it is a recipe for impending disaster.

father

The Daughter. She is the one who actually takes care of the household because for some reason or the other, Japanese mothers have low high mortality rate. She has eyes straight out of Final Fantasy, she is usually of average height and slim build, and she is the one who just HAS to check out the source of weird creaks and screeches originating from various dark corners of a house/jungle. Almost needless to say, she is the heroine of the movie. Well, as heroine as a J-horror could produce.

daughter

The Mysterious Son. He who never speaks, stands like a timber, always manages to disappear even after being explicitly told to ‘don’t go too far away’, gazes and points his finger into empty space, basically the child you wish you never had. Why? Because if you have a child like that, be prepared to encounter a vengeful spirit at some point of your life. Why? Because J-horror says so.

son

So this is how your plot works:

plot

So easy like grazing grass in a field of cows.

Next: The Mystery Unsolved.

oh the irony

This headline almost made me crap my pants.

US warns Iran on Iraq ‘meddling’

You don’t say…

random friendster thoughts

I’ve always preferred Friendster over MySpace because… well maybe I’m just an old-skool at heart, though I can’t coherently explain the relevance at this hour of the morning, but let it be known that yes, I prefer Friendster over MySpace :P

Or maybe ‘cos the former loads faster for me.

One of my favourite things to do is to look around for my ex-high school mates profiles, keep up with their latest developments (as latest as they would update their profiles), and view their latest photos. It never fails to amaze me that we can grow to be so different after high school. The mentality that I am trying to convey is that, you spend 12 years with these people, 5 days a week and sometimes more, and after the 12 years you go your own ways, knowing but never really believing that we all grow up until you receive a wedding invitation card from one of them.

After two or three invites, I still cannot adjust to the ‘huh wtf you are getting married?!?! but… but…. ”

Not that congratulations are not in order. Just bloody surreal. Thinking back, I think I blogged about this before. Wtf I am recycling my own posts now.

That goes to show that I am still shocked by all these… developments.

Oh and I just discovered a profile of an ex-classmate who used to be quite blah back in high school. She is a seriously hot babe now. Shows that people can, and do change. Guess I need to grow up too :)

cakes are great

Suddenly I feel like eating cake.

No thanks to Mama Min’s fantastic photos of the cakes she made for her customers. Browsing through her website, I feel as if my place in the world shrunk. I mean, I have NEVER seen cakes like the ones she made, let alone possessing the imagination to create the kind of cakes that are too pretty to be eaten.

Not to say my previous cake-baking attempts were anywhere near successful. The last time I tried my hands at mixing flour and sugar, I was wearing sky blue pinafores. The result was not pretty either. I was so let down by myself that I sulked and developed the grumpy face that I constantly wear today. My dad loved his daughter so much that he bravely gobbled down a couple slices. He’s my hero, I love him to bits. But that didn’t really help so I stopped doing what I suck at.

But back to Mama Min (who is Patrick Teoh’s wife and one of the stars of the latest OGAWA advertisement), I mean seriously, can you believe these cakes?!?!?

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You so evil, Mama Min. You make me hungry.

p/s: Visit Malaysia 2007 for Mama Min’s fabulous cakes!!

going to bangkok, bali

Not now lah.

Yeah it’s the Air Asia free ticket thingamajig (thanks God for the alert!)

Going to BKK with my family, then many months later going to Bali with Erna.

I told Erna, “I hope we are still friends come October.”

Else it would really suck :P

Oh yeah it’s Visit Malaysia Year. And I have the banner on my side bar (for now).

I will make it a point to go to the elephant sanctuary, and if possible maybe Cameron Highlands.

Would love to go to KK again, stay at the rainforest lodge by the Kinabatangan river, but that costs an arm, a leg and a torso. Next time lah.

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