There is this director I respected (notice the past tense). I don't know whether she's a nice person or not. She requested me to act in her new film, in which I immediately agreed due to the respect I had for her. 8 months later, with no communication whatsoever, not even a proper professional meeting or casting with me, she said I nagged at her! For God's sakes, we haven't even meet in person or talk face-to-face! What gives that person (no matter how great or many awards) the right to judge me and labelled me a nagger? So it looks like the big bullies the small.
This director stays behind her computer and writing and monitoring her blog, ever watchful of any bad comments while continuously advertising her accolades and so many awards week after week. And in the comments section, collecting compliments for her success. Nothing wrong with that. In fact, I even praised her and wish her well. With not much thanks in return, of course. The wrong thing is when she deleted the sections of my comment and making it seem like she's all correct! Worst, she labelled me as bitter and a nag. I respect that, because it's her blog. Now here in my blog, let me reveal the full extent of my comments. Here's how it looks like at the final touchdown with her before she bans me from her blog:
Laughs cynically. Kris, Idealist, the positive traits are innate! Peaceee!
jumpingjane Homepage 06.21.08 - 8:07 am #
We shared the same page, her sentimentalist and my idealist. (this comment she deleted from her blog)
ok, kris law. don't be bitter! try to wear a green boxer --it might help to calm you down
Yati Paseng 06.20.08 - 5:05 pm #
If I am bitter, then the storyteller is the biggest bitter of them all because she replaced my happiness with her bitterness. (this comment she also deleted)
(NOTE: This important section of her comments was deleted by her. What I remembers is she bullied my yellow shorts and me sending constantly sms-ing to her. Of course I have to, because there was no call from her to ask me to meet and talk about the film project! In fact, this shows how much dedication I wanted to put for her in the film and she cannot even see that. As days turns to months, which actor in his right mind is not worried??! At least when we meet, then we can talk and the director can explain what I must do. She judged me right away after reading my blog and accusing me for being a nagger. In person, I am as docile as a pet and able to take instructions and try my best to meet any director's demands. ONLY IF WE GET TO MEET IN PERSON AND DISCUSS. In which she did not even bother to do! The worst thing is, whenever I commented on her blog asking about the upcoming project, she kept quiet. Only when I expressed my dissatisfaction, then she began to say something and burst out with her snide comments. This director just don't understand proper communication with the actors, and straight away judge the actor without even humane meeting! Come on-la, if you think your actions are correct, then you don't have to hide away my comments. One tip: it only makes you looked more guilty)
jumpingjane Homepage 06.21.08 - 10:34 am #
Your belittling threats does not scare me, get it?
I'm not afraid of you and your fans here.
yasmin 06.21.08 - 11:09 am #
apiz Homepage 06.21.08 - 11:13 am
Monday, June 23, 2008
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
I received fan emails almost everyday. One particular fan email caught my attention because the name is Panjang, (meaning long). Curious to know what's Panjang about this fan of mine, I quickly opened the email and pleasantly discovered that Panjang is actually an Orang Asli (indigenous people) who lives somewhere in the deep jungles of Sarawak! This is the wonder of technology where almost anyone in this world can connect with each other through Internet. Or maybe my fame does indeed spread far and wide, who knows, ceh > "syiok sendiri" (vanity)? In Panjang's email, he requested to meet me in person because he idolized me on TV and needed a "celebrity" tour guide in Kuala Lumpur for his coming visit. I kindly agreed and set the time, where I will greet Panjang at the arrival terminal of the airport. Actually, I was more curious to see Panjang in physical person.
Panjang arrived at the terminal with his head hidden by a giant placard carrying my name in big letters: KRIS LAW. That is the only way I could recognise him. When Panjang removed the placard from his face, I was surprised to see how his heights were so...so...so....urgh, challenged. He must be 160cm tall or less, with tattoos all over his tanned little body. After smiling and welcoming him profusely to hide my amazement of his appearance, we were quickly off to the city for a little tour. Halfway through the tour, Panjang complained about his bad headache, "Bad headache. Must be dirty air". I knew what Panjang meant, because the air in the city is really so polluted compared to where Panjang came from: a pristine jungle hometown where the air is always clean and fresh.
I took Panjang to the nearest clinic where I registered my name at the counter for him. When the nurse finally called out my name, I escorted poor Panjang into the designated ward. A dozen of other waiting patients were staring at us as we walked through the corridor, probably surprised of the vast difference between my height and Panjang's short stature. When we were inside the room, I explained to the Punjabi lady doctor about Panjang's bad headache. The Punjabi doctor suddenly screamed "Panjang!!" when she read Panjang's name on the form, almost cracking the glass of water next to her. I politely excused myself out from the room as Panjang began to undress for his full-body examination. When I closed the door quietly behind me, I noticed that the dozen other waiting patients were startled and looking at me intently. Particularly the 2 ladies standing closest to where I was waiting, they were giggling to each other while eyeing me up and down, then slowly uttered "Paan-jaang..."