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Oh, how we dance
how we laugh spuriously
beneath the Bella Luna
and the smug stars

Oh how we know
the hiding places
and the hidden things
how we turn our eyes blind

Dance, my love, dance
For 'tis a lethal move we make
A honeyed word cure all ails
A bare thrust ends all life

Oh how we dance
Oh how we laugh
Oh how we cry
Oh how we die

Oh how we danced!

I need a break

I'm stressed, depressed, possessed.

Screw you, I hate you.

This Place is So Dead.

The only Zombie movie that I thoroughly enjoy. From the beginning to the end. It didn't fall to the classic falls of comedies and horror films. No in depth explanation of how a virus created by some evil corporation affect the central nervous system and so on. No "and they live happily ever after..." or "...and unbeknownst to them..." ending. Oh and god, there's no messiah storyline either.

I get very irritated with the whole one man can change the future notion. And talking about messiahs, I get irritated with ThankYouJesusForMakingMeChangeMyDiapers Facebook status updates. They almost irritate me as much as InsafInsafLahJohan speeches. Yes, we get that you love Jesus very much but we don't care really if you're under His wings or up His nostrils or between His toes, now, do we? Why did I ever added them to my Facebook? And how about those friends who are dear to you but takes EVERY SINGLE quiz and post EVERY SINGLE results? My God, Facebook is contributing to my daily stress intake.



Back to the movie. Nerd dude, aptly so - doesn't overdo nor underplay the nerddom, is one of the last people in America who's not a zombie. Travels towards his home, met redneck dude, travel around and meet up two girls. There's no real storyline, really. Just a theme: Survive a post-apocalyptic zombie world.



Woody Harrelson and Jesse Eisenberg are great as their characters. I mean, who can still look like a bad ass while holding a banjo? The girls less so but still enjoyable. And the movie is filled with great quotes.

I mean:

"The fatties were the first to go."

"I'm not easy to get along with and I'm sensing that you're a bit of a bitch."

Or my personal favourite:

"Are you some type of cock blocking robot developed in some secret fucking government lab?"

Kudos, script writers.

In short, go watch this movie. Even if you hate zombie movies like I do. ESPECIALLY if you hate zombie movies like I do.

You Know How I Feel

It's been a while since I posted a song to sing-a-long to. I was torn between signore Bublé's and Miss Simone's. In the end, I had to lean towards the Italian Canadian because I've been in a brassy mood for the past few weeks.

Muse's version receives an honorary WTF?!?!?! from me.



Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Reeds driftin' on by
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

Fish in the sea
You know how I feel
River running free
You know how I feel
Blossom in the tree
You know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all havin' fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when the day is done, that's what I mean
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me
Fooor me

Stars when you shine
You know how I feel
Scent of the pine
You know how I feel
Yeah freedom is mine
And I know how I feel
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
hu
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life

It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
It's a new life
For me

And I'm feeling good

Peer Bloody Pressure

I'm waiting for Old Yeller to finish torrenting, so I'll crap a bit here.

You know what bugs me? Peer Pressure.

Peer Pressure bugs me to no end. And the worst kind of Peer Pressure is when the Peers succeed in Pressuring you until you don't even realize that it was Peer Pressure.



I was at the Malaysian students' Raya celebration thingy just now. There was a rather friendly girl, newly arrived, still laughing out loud, still retorting to my comments. Somebody you'd like to be friends with, in short.

Then a friend asked me whether I noticed the free-haired girl, that is to say, the Malay girl not wearing a tudung/hijab.

I told him I hate that term, free-hair, but yes, I did notice her.

He then proceeded to say that it's a pity that the girl's going to be brainwashed into one of them.

And I couldn't agree with him more.

Someone I would have once described as a friend turned from a rather bubbly free-hair, unafraid of making jokes and hanging out in a guy's room into a one-syllable freak who's always smiling insincerely at everything and, of course, the free-hair had to go.

Now, some might say this is an improvement. I would argue that point. If the girl herself took the initiative to go down that path, I'd say, "You go, girl!". But the problem in case is that it's damn obvious that it's peer pressure.

Thank you, peer pressure. You made me lost a friend.

Mah Mama Tole Me... or Kawan-kawan Melayu Aku

Mom actually told me once to be friends with budak jahat; you know, those who play hooky, smoke, untuck their school shirt - remember that it was a great act of rebellion back in the day - and do generally unpleasant things for atttention/love/to look cool.

Well, kalau tak kawan dengan budak jahat, sapa nak kawan ngan budak jahat? Kesian budak jahat.

When one reaches late-teenhood/young-adulthood, in any remotely religious community, the term bad people would be almost synonymous with sinners. Well, at least among certain people I grew up with, the terms are similar in meaning.

I like being friends with budak jahat/sinners. You know, those Malays who drink, get laid, party like, as the Orsons say, there's no tomorrow, get stoned and do other socially unacceptable acts in the Malay ideology.



Generally, I find them more sociable. They aren't judgmental, they're mostly friendly, they're usually entertaining.

And generally, I find them more god-fearing than your average bible/quran-thumpers. They have that sense of guilt doing things they consider as sinful. The budak baiks just sin and don't realize they're doing it.

I sadly don't fall in both categories, neither the fun guilt-ridden budak jahats, nor the sure self-righteous budak baiks. It's no fun being in the middle, the budak jahats don't want to corrupt you but the budak baiks condemn you.

I have very few outright budak baik friends, mostly because I avoid them like the plague and vice versa. I have a lot of self-denying budak baik friends, who, credit where credit's due, try their hardest to tear themselves from the vices of the budak baiks. Very few of my friends are on the moral neutral ground like me and much fewer than I prefer are those who fall in the budak jahat category. I do have one or two budak baik friends who are not judgmental but they're anomalies.

My budak jahat acquaintances need to stop worrying that they'll corrupt me.

But then again, me separating people into the budak jahat/budak baik categories is pretty damn budak baik of me, isn't it?



Damn.