If he’d understand the meaning, I’m sure he’s all for the background message, “Protect Your World. Help X Out Cervical Cancer”.

Like it or not, a lot of people (note that I am not saying ‘all’ but ‘a lot’; I know a mat salleh who converted BEFORE he met his Malay wife) go through the conversion because they want to marry and spend the rest of their lives[1] with the ones they love[2].

THAT’S IT! END OF STORY, SEKIAN TERIMA KASIH.

If they didn’t give a shit about their religions before, what makes you think they’d give a shit about their religions after?

So to Shafie Apdal who is the BN of Semporna (where’s that ar?), you are right to say that people cannot force people to embrace Islam. BUT their willingness to embrace Islam is because… well you can’t marry a Muslim unless you are a Muslim (by name) bla bla bla. SAY SO LAH. But if you want to make an in-depth research on why they want to renounce Islam in the first place, let me know okay so I can go bid for the very lucrative research project.

[1] These days it’s about 5 years
[2] This one will be 3.

Movies watched:

27 DRESSES. Stupid betul. Why anyone thinks Katherine Heigl is any good after ROSWELL is beyond me. She is my least favourite actress and character in GREY’S ANATOMY and she was rather blah in KNOCKED UP but luckily Seth Rogan saved the day (he should really stop giving interviews though — what an annoying nervous laugh). In 27 DRESSES, she langsung tak ada chemistry with James Marsden and that kind of suck. What made HOW TO LOSE A GUY IN 10 DAYS a more enjoyable chick flick was that Kate Hudson and Matthew ‘I Cant’ Spell His Last Name Without Googling’ had something going on. I don’t care if they wanted to kill each other on the set (which I don’t know anything about; just saying), they sure didn’t act like it on-screen. Anyway if you are thinking of getting 27 DRESSES for a weekend movie or something, don’t. Get THE WEDDING PLANNER instead — same type of storyline, funnier, better acting, slightly better chemistry between Jennifer Lopez and Matthew What’s His Name, so there.

ENCHANTED. Didn’t really leave much of an impression on me, but I remember I smiled during some parts of the movie. I think there was singing.

WAR. Me and KY were at the Mac Shop @ Pavilion, and the trailer for this movie was stored in one of the Macs. KY opened the file and we watched in trailer in salivating wonder. Maybe it was the quality of the iMac, maybe it was that Jet Li did not bother to speak in English at anytime during the trailer, which is a 1000000000% plus. Anyway I liked the movie and I don’t know why its rating on IMDB is not higher. Seriously, you don’t give a shit about the storyline and who spoke better Japanese bla bla bla when you have Jet Li and Jason Statham fighting each other z0mgwtfbbq!

P.S. I LOVE YOU. Never really minat Hilary Swank. Don’t know why lah, just never took a liking to her. It was years back but I could not bear to watch BOYS DON’T CRY till the end. Anyway within 15 minutes of this movie, I was tearing up like a kid who got her candy snatched away then punched in the stomach then kicked to the curb then left to the vultures. At the end of it, I was so overwhelmed by my emotions that had built up throughout the movie and settled on my head, heart and shoulders threatening to erupt ala Krakatoa that I went out of my room, out of the house to the garden and walked in circles for about two minutes. Then I went back up to my room and listened to Howard Stern, and all was well with the world again. Really, some movies should come with an over-emo warning sign.

THE KITE RUNNER. I managed to score some free tickets thanks to the All-Malaysian Bloggers Project. The movie was touching and awesome. After that I read the book, which made me appreciate the story more. You should do it in the same order as me — movie first, then book (if you have yet to read it). Why? Because my mom read the book first then watched the movie, and she was not as moved. Btw KY cried a bit during the movie because “Men have feelings too, you know.”

THE BUCKET LIST. The only good that came out of this was the song ‘Say’ by John Mayer. I don’t know lah… two big ass names, but I just didn’t feel it lor. They just didn’t feel like friends to me, it felt as if they were just going through the motions… The whole storyline was also rather abrupt.

SYDNEY WHITE. Watch SHE’S THE MAN. It’s miles better. You know, if you are into this kind of no-brainer fluff.

LOOKING FOR COMEDY IN A MUSLIM WORLD. Try harder. Okay well, I know the whole argument about the hidden meanings and subtlety of jokes and satire and shit, but 98 minutes of Albert Brookes in his whiny Marlin voice made me seriously contemplate undergoing a gastric bypass. Now, THAT is a hidden joke.

Well it was actually preparation for my very short role in Swifty’s short movie, The Chicken Rice Mystery. You see, I’d bugged him to put me on a cameo role for a while now — you know, one of those keh leh fei walking in the background or one of those other dining patrons… you get what I mean.

But teh gr8 Swifty decided that I was worthy enough to make a longer appearance in his movie, and cast me in a minor role, complete with lines and shit. So one the day of the shooting, I popped by his house, was told by teh director what to say and how to act and that was it. Eunice put aplenty paint on me face…

Give it to me baby, aha ahah! Photo by Nikki Tok.

… I rehearsed a bit with my ‘brother’ Aron Koh and then the camera rolled!

I do look fierce when I am not smiling. Photo by Nikki Tok.

Now that it’s over, I can say this with a straight face: FROM EXPERIENCE (ahem ) acting isn’t easy. There’s the nerves and it gets in the way of trying to remember your lines along with the facial expressions and body gestures that go along with them. I guess it shouldn’t be a problem for professional actors. But you know the cliché of women being able to juggle a few things at one time? Well, I don’t fit into that.

(Though it doesn’t mean that local actors can get away with being so shitty.)

So it was fun and quite an experience. I do wish that I was not so nervous and scared, and of course now looking back, I could have done a lot more with the role. Oh wells. Swifty did some awesome editing with the movie so I didn’t come off looking too bad. My favourite characters in the movie are Lai Meng (grandmother) and Teck Lai (1st uncle). If you do not know wtf I am talking about, go watch The Chicken Rice Mystery at the BMW Shorties 2008 website!

Screen shot of me, stolen from Shadowfox

Screen shot of me, stolen from Shadowfox

Instructions:
1) Go to http://www.bmwshorties.com.my
2) Click on ‘VOTE NOW’
3) Click on the last thumbnail in the gallery
4) Click on ‘WATCH NOW’
5) Click on ‘VOTE THIS’

Of course feel free to watch the other movies selected as finalists in the BMW Shorties 2008. I am just trying to make use of my blog readers to vote for the movie that I am in

Heh heh.

KY got invited to a food review thingy at Rakuzen, and he ajak-ed me along. Haaaaaaaaaaahhh apparently NOT because I am his back-up plan Anyway we ate at Rakuzen a couple of weeks ago with some other noobs, so I was happy to go along because the food I had was pretty good.

The night before, I mentally prepped myself to consume at least ONE piece of raw salmon. As I keep telling people, it’s more of a psychological barrier than anything else; it took me a couple of years before I could eat medium steak, and more than that before I could stomach ebiko. So forgive me if I seem overly spirited about this whole eating raw fish thingy, but it was a pretty historic thing for me!

Chef Fai and his offerings

We were presented with 4 dishes — sashimi moraiwase, sashimi salad, dragon roll and tempura. Apparently the sashimi moraiwase is really worth the money because the cost of the ingredients isn’t cheap, and the profit is only marginal. KY enjoyed it tremendously, as he wolfed down most of the stuff on the plate.

A sinfully delicious dragon roll

My favourite has to be the dragon roll — not only because it was something that I could consume without over analysing, but because it was truly and satisfyingly delicious. I don’t remember the exact price, but it’s worth it.

A beautiful sashimi salad before the sauce is poured

The sashimi salad was rather awesome. Again I don’t recall the price, but I remember it being worth the money as they throw in bits and pieces of tuna, squid, lobster meat and salmon alongside the fresh and crunchy greens, topped with a couple fat slices of raw salmon. Okay so maybe my first experience of eating raw fish happened at the first time I ate at Rakuzen where we had the same dish, but that doesn’t count because I didn’t know I was eating raw stuff.

Hello there!

After a while, I psyched myself up and ate the little bugger in the photo above. As I chewed it for the first time, I felt a bit sick in my stomach, but quickly reminded myself that it was all in the head. Which it was, because it didn’t taste half bad as I’d imagined. Everyone around me always gushes about raw salmon being creamy and buttery… I even had a second (small) piece later on just to make sure that I remember the taste and feeling.

Okay lah, I am still alive, didn’t have indigestion or anything. But it’s not something I’d order for myself in the future lor. Which is a good thing, because this stuff ain’t cheap

When you have a bunch of people who heart the same songs as you, it’s all good. I am easily content

Kids grow up way too fast

I actually have a rant post coming up, but that’s in the works and I have to get myself worked up enough to write coherently. It’s the reason why I don’t bitch so much on my blog these days — something happens and I get mighty upset, but after a few hours or a couple of days, the anger evaporates and all is well with the world… until it happens again. Or sometimes you are just too furious and dumbfounded by the lack of comprehension on the other party that Reese’s pieces can’t calm you down. It’s that bad.

If you must know, I am massively cheesed off with a portal for young Malaysians.

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Last Friday, a few of us went to the Hennessy Artistry @ Velvet Underground, Zouk for an ex-Playboy chick who now DJs and sings who really should have stuck to ze bunny outfits, some awfully good tunes by a DJ whose name eludes me at the moment, free-flow Hennessy, old and new friends, and SS2 Misai after.

Photo stolen from KY’s N82

The dude next to me is Chris Tock. The gag is that I’ll marry him when he turns 30 and he’ll pay me RM20k every month bla bla lazy to elaborate bla bla. On MSN yesterday:

Chris: Yay Suanie!
Me: Tock tock
Me: Who’s there?
Me: First.
Me: First who?
Me: First wife whom you owe 20k to!
Chris: T______T

In case you are wondering, I really do think that I am a barrel of laughs, in more ways than one.

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Got this on The Sun’s website last week:

The buzzword is right. Don’t you feel that there’s been this surge of blogs by people whom you never really knew existed until the recent general elections? I suppose it is a good thing that those elected (or not) are beginning to give a shit about their day jobs, but wouldn’t the time they spend writing pointless essays (some probably mustered up by ghost writers) that goes on about their views and ‘concerns’ (that were buried for so many years until BN took a bump just this past March) be better served elsewhere?

I may be oversimplifying it a little or a lot. It just seems pointless to me that politician in the country has his or her own blog. Isn’t it better to maintain one or two group blogs under their respective parties, where members of the party are able to contribute blog posts as and when they like? It’s not very difficult to set up, and I personally think it’s a lot less hassle than having to keep track of so many blogs (with the same manifesto ). Also they’ll need to allow the comments lah… one such blog apparently had the comments turned off because readers were calling his bluff. Berani kerana benar mah

At the end of the day, just having a blog will not necessarily win you the next elections. Got to actually get out and do stuff instead of playing with assorted keris and kiss ass, otherwise it’s just words. If that’s too much for you, lots of other day jobs available leh.

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Yesterday me and KY hanged out in KL. Went to Chulan Square, then to Pavilion.

Taken from the parking alley behind Chulan Square, Prince Hotel in sight

We walked up and down Pavilion trying to locate the infamous boutique, The Emperor’s New Clothes but we could not see it. Figures.

[…] Reportedly, the driver of a charter bus carrying a high school girls’ softball team decided to casually follow the soothing turn-by-turn directions that were being emitted from the nearby GPS unit rather than actually noticing the enormous clearance sign on the overpass ahead. As you can likely guess, the 11-foot, 8-inch-high vehicle plowed right into the 9-foot bridge — which was added to the National Register of Historic Places in 1982 — though somehow everyone on board escaped without any major injuries. Oddly enough, the driver apparently isn’t alone in chipping away at the landmark, as a local even mentioned that “large trucks hit the bridge every two weeks or so,” but couldn’t resist noting that “this [instance was] by far the worst.”

Source: Engadget, SeattlePI.com

Yah, I’m sure it happened many times before all over the world, bla bla bla. Some people I know use GPS a lot, but somehow I just can’t get the hang of it. Which doesn’t really matter to me, because as horrible as they are, KL/PJ signboards still work… even though they take you round and round and round, but hey, you get there eventually, no?

The thing that tickled my funny bone was the accompanying photo:

Click the photo above for a slightly larger version

The expressions and poses of the two policemen are just classic. So whoever can come up with the best quips… well I have nothing to offer you. I could pimp your blog if you want though.

Kim can’t join; she already gave her take