Monday, August 25, 2014

Single Digits Gone - A TV Commercials Star is Born!

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Houston, we have a triple digit coming.

A USD500 million worth of space rocket has been launched recently and it's already way passed its single digits stratosphere. The rocket I meant is my acting career in TV commercials. I was called up for a wardrobe fitting recently for a new commercial. When I sat on the couch waiting for other talents to arrive, I did some calculation on the number of past commercials I've starred in. I came to this gigantic realisation that it had already way surpassed the single digit range and moved to double digits already. Has it been that many TV commercials already? I still remembered my first TV commercial and it feels just like yesterday!

Complete footwear
As I sat there, I began socialising with the other talents since it was boring to sit alone like a mute. It was very apparent to me that they were all still new. Except for 1 guy who is now doing his second commercial appearance - even that he's not too serious about it. This guy commented that he's seen me somewhere before. I get that a lot from other people on the street. But I didn't mention what commercials I was in, but asked him instead about his first. It's strange that talents began to see me as a familiar face. I've always see myself as one of them, and now analysing his awkward expression makes me feel a bit like Alice in Wonderland on the other side of the mirror looking out. All my roles in TV commercials have a very specific outtake - either through body and facial expression (without dialogue) or with dialogue. Some commercials hit on certain types of audience, and he was one of them.

All the wardrobe assistants were busy scurrying around the floorspace - bringing the football referee jerseys and shorts in and out for me. I've been to this wardrobe office before for the short film "Talent House" and knew that the upper floor is decked full of all types of clothes! A cheerful wardrobe lady came to the lounge where the talents were waiting and quipped directly at me for my wardrobe. She said quite proudly that my wardrobe were all specially tailored made! The rest of the talents only wear ready-to-made clothes already available.





Look No.1 - specially tailored
For the first time, I felt strange that the lady said it out so openly. This makes me feel even bigger than my role (and other talents might feel jealous too). I supposed since you're the only one more experienced in terms of commercials acting, you get these tailored-made "couture" - one talent commented in jest. But I quickly make a joke out of my wardrobe for I do not want to appear more superior than others. Shooting a commercial is after all, a collaborative effort. At the same time, it's also extremely hierarchical. I'm sure the wardrobe lady was just proud to have make these clothes from scratch....all the trouble for little old me. I thanked and praised her for a job well done.

So what makes a commercial star? I sat down on my bum and contemplates some more, which I tends to do a lot while waiting on set. I like to think back what makes me do certain things and took risks on certain projects. Then slowly, I condensed them into a few qualities that I actually possess which ultimately puts me where I am today. The first important star quality (at least what I think for the benefit of my readers and fans here) is:

Look No.2
1) "I can do anything"
Seriously, a commercial star is not afraid to try anything. There's literally no fear in me  because I've been through it all. You can ask me to hop, skip, wear a yellow shorts (and became famous for it) or sing - I've done it all. For this particular commercial, I have to run in a certain rambuctious way and stopped with such dancer-like flamboyancy while raising a red card. You can never afford to be afraid of how others think about you or fear of being labelled as a degenerate or negative of some kind. I think that is also why great stars in Malaysia is non-existent. My role was of a football referee and it's mentioned that I need to portray such qualities - and I did. It's a job and I'm a professional.


2) Sure-fire Sell
We are all born with little horns and if we don't blow them, nobody will. The single apparent function about the commercials media vehicle is to sell, sell, sell! Sell a burger, luxurious serviced apartment, ice-cream, clothing line, prepaid call card, internet services - I've done them all. So when hiring a star talent like me, it's evident that I possess the track record that sells. If not - why would international advertising agencies come back to me again and again? I'm only convinced of this fact after I've done the calculation on the number of commercials I've done in the past. Business is about numbers. Numbers show your achievements and I have the numbers to back me up that I'm a sure-fire sell.


Look No.3
3) Full Package
I actually started as a commercials talent quite accidentally. My forte is more on acting for theatre and films. But somewhere along the journey, my skills crossed over to commercials. Commercials actually do pays better. Come on, actors need to survive too. There's also lesser political tightrope on the commercials industry because essentially it's a money-driven industry that focuses on selling to the masses. Unlike the local entertainment and film industry where racial lines are very apparent and full of nationalistic agendas of their own. In the context of commercials acting, I do come with the full package - meaning I have been covered on TV, newspaper and radio as an artiste, starred in a few local movies (and a number of TV dramas), modelled in an international photo exhibit and finally recognised in a few awards shows. Of course having good looks too should be mentioned, but that to me is secondary .... and I'm still not convinced that I'm really that handsome actually.





* BMW Film Awards Best Actor
* Jury Duty
Worldwide Photo Exhibit
Endorsement Value
World Cup KFC commercial
Controversial but Most-Watched Episode
The Golden Shorts Fame

Reward for a job well done
4) Great Attitude
On the set of my latest commercial, I was instructed to be at Stadium Shah Alam .....by 6am! I've never been there before and to me, the trip will be an adventure. I did as instructed, arrived and waited patiently - thankfully not too long. The commercials industry have plenty of professionals with great attitude - that's why we have a wonderful marriage. The commercials industry is extremely well organised - starting with casting, wardrobe fitting, principal photography and finally the release of talent fees (very critical to a full-time actor relying on his trade to survive like me). I remembered on the set of my shoot, an agency executive boldly came towards me and suggested a few moves on the way I should run on the field - which was hysterical! Personally I prefer to run like one of the Baywatch babes - hair flowing in the wind and ready to take off my clothes. But the director was thankfully there to draw the line. Nothing bad about it and personally I felt very cherished by all the attention on me from both the agency and director. If I am poor, that doesn't mean I have to behave poorly too.

For every commercial I've completed successfully, I would reward myself with a nice dinner or buy myself an expensive gift. For this commercial, I treated myself to a delicious Japanese meal. Kanpai (cheers) everyone! Here's to another 100 more commercials!

Friday, August 22, 2014

The Strand @ Kota Damansara Review - a strand of pubic hair or stranded nowhere?

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I usually get calls out of nowhere to inform me either to attend a casting or wardrobe fitting for a confirmed job. It's usually best they send me a text message so I can read the address information rather than articulating it verbally. Only then, I were able to search for the place. I received the most interesting address information for it reads "The Strand". Never in my imagination would this word be ever become a location for the word itself conjures an interesting memory. You see, I worked for a perverted Malay boss before. Truly, I enjoyed working with him because I could not wait to go to the office everyday to experience what kind of new "perversion" he had in store for me. Once, his office toilet was just newly cleaned up by a cleaning lady and he instructed everyone to ensure the toilet is always clean at all times. This was due to his stingy attitude - he only hired the cleaning lady once a month! Immediately after it was cleaned, I was the first employer to use it due to an unforeseen emergency and also taking advantage that it's actually clean. In the afternoon, my perverted boss came up to my table and placed a strand of hair on it. "Is this yours?" He asked with a perverted smirk on his gaudy face.

Since then, I could never forget him and the association with the word "strand". I discovered this new shopping mall after I found the location of the wardrobe fitting office, which is only right next to it. I remembered the last time I came to that location was 5 months back, and the whole place was still in construction. Now, at its beautiful entrance, greeting new patrons with its huge piazza. At the centre is a circular-shaped row of seats. Unfortunately, I tried to sat on it and found that the seats were made from plastic, even though on the outside it looks like luxurious marble.

On the outskirts of the mall were still many construction works going on, but within its vicinity were rows of shoplots with many businesses operating - mamak shops, hair salons, snooker shops etc. I looked at my watch and found out I still have an hour to kill before the assigned wardrobe fitting, and quickly went inside the new shopping mall. At the concourse area were the seen-it-before, done-to-the-death kampung house decoration for the Hari Raya celebration. But, there's an interesting, never-seen-before design element that caught my eye. Lining the pillars of the concourse area were this neon-like strips of light that changes colours. This added a very modern-look to the mall, which I'm sure would appeal to the appreciative.

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When I visit any new malls, the quality of vendors occupying the retail space is most important. Fortunately, The Strand got that covered quite alright, though not ones that would delight or surprise me. You have the usual boutique coffee houses and other stores you would find almost anywhere at other large retail outlets. The traffic is also a vital indicator to the robustness of a shopping mall. Depending on what sort of shopper you are - I usually prefers a quiet, less traffic sort of environment. This is because I prefer shopping with peace of mind and without throngs of busy shoppers pushing me left and right. And for that - The Strand truly is an ideal place to shop.

I was also delighted to find the toilet space exceptionally spacious and luxurious. The toilet actually have a waiting area with seating. The "Strand" concept actually emerges itself everywhere with a fan-like metallic deco piece at the centre of the waiting room. When I entered into the actual toilet space, a marble stoned water sink stands in the middle, with again, the strand of steel partitions that's lined with mirrors. You don't need to push anything, just put your hand below the mirror stand and the sensor would emits water from the steel postbox.

I'm also quite amazed by the mosaic walls at the urinals with glass dividers. I'm not so sure the glass divider would make anyone who's shy about peeing at the urinals feel safe from the person next to him. Toiletries like toilet paper is not provided and there's only one toilet with the hole on the ground, while the rest are all toilet bowls. I personally prefers the one with the hole on the ground, but that's a personal preference others might not agree with me.


After I've done my business, I took the time to stroll and see if this mall is strategically located within any network of public transportations like the bus. Unfortunately, there's no direct bus service that comes to the mall. I was adventuresome, and walked beyond the shoplots and get ready to cross the main road. A guy was walking in the same direction as I do, and I asked him about any bus routes. Fortunately, he's on his way home, and I chided that we walked together to his bus waiting location. There is a bus stop location but it would take you like 10 minutes or more. It is situated beyond the main road, piercing through another lot of shophouses and stopped right at another main road with a huge construction going on. You can't really spot the bus stop, but it is there and would take some walking.

I thanked the young chap, who's been really helpful, and turned back to where I was supposed to be - the wardrobe office. My wardrobe fitting took only an hour, and immediately I head back to the bus stop. If you don't have a car, this is not the place you want to get stranded in. The cab I took from Kelana Jaya LRT station, charged me an extra RM5, totalled RM15. Not to forget the food here at Kota Damansara is slightly more expensive, even at food courts. Oh no, I would not want to be stranded here at The Strand. At least until a better and more connected public transport system like the MRT is in place which I'm sure will happen in a not-too-distant-future. At the mean time, I won't go that far just yet and only reach a strand of hair......on my head.

Saturday, August 16, 2014

Permata Sports Complex, Penang Travel Series - Part 3 (Updated for foreign tourists)

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Eating so much Penang street foods can take a toll on one's weight if one is not careful. Thankfully, I discovered this swimming complex from my friend. At least now I can binge and still keep my figure. It was the first day when I arrived, and could only check into my guesthouse at 2pm. So in-between whatsapping with my ex-ATV3 classmates and planning the itinerary of my stay like a multi-tasker, my friend mentioned about Permata Sports Complex swimming pool. I wanted to go to the Penang Swimming Club, but my friend told me it's for members only. So he recommended me to this place, which is new to me. I love discovering new places, and this new place is located all the way at Paya Terubong - which is miles and miles away from Georgetown! But I have time on my side so I tried to ask my friend again how to get there via public transport. He doesn't have a clue because he usually drives there.

Being a friendly person I am naturally, I asked the manager of the coffeehouse in which I was using its free wi-fi. The manager was very kind to come back to me with the bus number after she consulted with her crew members. As I waited, I continued on my fun banter with my ex-ATV3 collegemates and discovered many interesting tidbits about them. Soon, I got the bus numbers and set forth my journey to a good workout. The buses to Paya Terubong were quite consistent, meaning I don't have to wait long. The bus that goes to Permata Sports Complex are bus no. 201 and 203. You can wait at Komtar bus lanes for these buses. The ticket price is RM2 one way, so prepare for exact change. 

Along the way, I passed through Air Itam, Padang Tembak and soon Paya Terubong, which remains almost the same and undeveloped. The first time I didn't know which bus stop to get down. Thankfully I asked the school boy next to me, who is a Penang Free School student. The drop off point is at this high-rise apartments, and the school boy pointed to me the sports complex when I couldn't see the sign. It's not located along the main road, but inside further after the rows of shoplots lining the main road - but you can still see the sign if you looked carefully from the bus.

The operating hours during Monday to Friday are divided into 2 sessions. The morning session time is 9am to 11am. The evening session is 4pm to 9pm. Since I got some time to kill, I went to one of the shops for a drink with wi-fi. When I got in to pay, the cost of entry is no more RM4, but increased to RM5! (which is quite pricey to me, since this is Penang and the location of the swimming pool is quite far away from the city - it doesn't justify the price.) You don't get to keep the ticket, instead you have to give it away to the lifeguard at the entrance. When I got in, I can see the Olympic-sized pool which is really a great place for ardent swimmers. My little concern was the swimming attire I brought which is a little bit on the sexy side, but it was actually fine.

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I already saw a few swimmers there already, and this was on a Wednesday afternoon, mind you. There's a couple of Middle Eastern men with their fair skin and conventional spandex shorts. At the children's pool which is situated in front of the men's changing room was this tall chinese man, getting his tan on. I quickly went inside the changing toom, oops, room I mean. The floor was wet. There's no changing cubicle, only the showers with its worn-out curtains. The curtains look very miserable with mildew and the shower cubicle looked even more so. There's only 2 rows of shower cubicles, and each is lined with a wooden bench to sit with hangers.

The main space consisted of only one bench, and the main sink with mirror looked quite drafty and damp. The whole atmosphere feels so seedy and damped with abandonment. There's a mirror on both sides, so you can see yourself changing. The toilet urinal stand is at the corner of the entrance. I feel this open space is best for changing into my swimming trunks, since the shower cubicles with its mildewed curtains scared me a little. UPDATE: The curtains are now gone.

The pool size is quite magnificent, primarily because of its width and length. I particularly loved the stairway into the pool, meaning you don't necessary have to jump into the water but walk into it serenading like a float. With my sexy orange bikini trunks on, I feel I could make a grand entry into the dip and out of it everytime with water splashes all around me. What a picture perfect moment, if I have a photographer there But of course, not too sexy, or it might sends off some wrong signals to the other swimmers there. Especially the only swimmer there suntaning next to the chidren's pool. I caught him looking at me a few times already, but I chose to ignored it. He was wearig his sunglasses, and I could read him wrong. He may be checking other things out, not me.

The depth at the end of the pool was manageable to me, but it's still deep and I need to hold onto the ledge to rest and catch my breath. Beyond the pool was a gate separator to a park and tennis court. I can see joggers running. When I swim back to the staircase, I can see the car park at the side. On my right was the entrance where you give your ticket to the lifeguard, and next to it was the water cooler! This is really a savior because I can then pump in as much water as I can into my bottle, because most times I need to drink after each lap.


I placed my bag under the umbrella canopy to protect it from the sun. Around 6pm, more people began to swarm into the pool, particularly the changing room. I noticed the tall guy suntaning earlier near to the children's pool and he too was getting ready to shower and change. I went over to the other cubicle away from him, and put my bag and shirt on the hanger. The water pressure is bearable, even when there's other people showering at the same time. After my shower, I pushed back the curtains and saw the tall Chinese guy at my side of shower cubicle. I could see his eyes now, in fact, almost everything since he unveiled to reveal his little cock under his white towel occasionally. Another guy suddenly dropped in to change and disrupted his white towel show. The guy who just entered looked at him curiously as though he's seen him from somewhere before. Then I caught him whispering to the tall Chinese guy something. I thought they might be friends. He quickly changed, smiled and left.

When I was getting ready to leave, the guy who just came in earlier told me that the tall Chinese guy was a Singaporean artiste. Surely I couldn't identify any Singaporean artiste, for I don't watch any of their shows. But this guy seem to have an acute facial recognition to celebrities (thankfully he doesn't recognise who I am, or does he since he came and told me this fib?), and loves to share information. I took everything with me, and get ready to leave. I counted again my stuff - goggles and swim cap - check, my towel and wallet - check, sexy orange bikini trunks and cotton undies - check, everything is in place. I hate to leave anything behind.

Travelling the Streets of Georgetown - Part 2

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Only the lonely travels. Because there's no father or mother to love, one tends to replace that emptiness with travelling. Even if you are attached, travelling together would open up the real person of your romanticized self. When I go to a new place, my perspective changes because of new sights and scenes. Human beings are insignificant during travel - because they come and go in this journey. But streets don't. A street is permanently in place. Like in Georgetown, there are hundreds of streets with its own details and unique English names. A street can change, even though it is permanent. The shops along the street becomes its garments of change. Like a person with his or her own style in fashion. There's a certain definition, a kind of beauty that only in Georgetown possesses.


People who lives in Georgetown, Penang become jaded of its changing beauty. They often took for granted the sights and scenes unlike a "tourist" like me. Even though I am from Penang, I find it hard to visit the island regularly and when I have the opportunity, like recently, I took the jump instanteneously. I have a friend who recommended a hotel booking site, in which I got quite cheaply. From clicking the book button, I am sucked into this traveller's vortex, where one thing leads to another quite immediately. Of course I could just let the booking ticket go, but I am an adventurous person. Suddenly I have to think about which bag to bring, what clothes, toiletries, how much money etc. I've planned for a 2-day visit, unlike last year where it was only a day. I got the itch of sleeping a night in my birth city - to get the feel of coming back like a visiting ghost in the night. Yes, Georgetown is a haunted city, an island full of history, nostalgia and ghosts. But these are unseen mysteries, I'm more interested in the seen changes.

Like my friend who lives there all his life doesn't realize the changes that are occurring unlike me. Exactly a year ago I was here, and discovered so many changes.  You can read the Part 1 of the entry here. Literally, every street in Georgetown consisted of a hotel, guesthouse, cafe, pub, convenience store and more guesthouses!  It feels like old Japan, where okiyas of the old and I am the little boy walking on the roofs of these guesthouses - peering into the secret lives of these folks operating their businesses. Beautiful and ornate little houses are turned into shoplot-like business venture, and that sometimes saddens me. Penangites, a majority of them are poor or low wage earners, so having these business fronts do make some sacrifices on the change. But often times, I can feel Penangites' sadness and desperation too, in their quest to earn wages.


I booked a guesthoust at Love Lane. The guesthouse is next to a very traditional-looking mansion named Love Lane Hotel, which seems very befitting since the road itself is called the same. I was walking one early morning, and discovered an open bakery next to it called Steak Frites , so I was curious and walked in to take a look. One of the kitchen staff - an Indian girl - retorted quite rudely at me "Sir, you cannot go in", which startled me and makes me feel like I'm invading some private space. I told her I was looking for the reception in which she replied very oddly by telling me the price of the room - an impression I got that is to say it's very expensive and I could not afford it. What the heck, all I was asking was where is the reception. I turned back around and walked out, then I heard her calling "Abang" to another guy as if to keep an eye on me as I walked out. I saw all foreign Caucasians having their breakfast in their colonial style seats and tables - which saddened me even more because it seems like even locals does not know how to behave kindly to their own kind, whoring themselves in the name of money.


I lived in guesthouses before, and that was the time when I was at Khao San Road, Bangkok. Since then, I had lost touch the feeling of staying in such guesthouses, for I often like the air-conditioned rooms better. But staying at the guesthouse this time relives some interesting memories and dislike. I won't complain too much since I got a steal from it, but the room is extremely stuffy and hot. That condition forces me to be out most of the times, except when I first checked in at 2pm - I had to immediately washed myself and rest for a while since the whole morning I have been out on the streets of Penang markets - savouring its morning noodles, toasts and tea.

I was glad that the coffeehouse at Chowrasta Market is still opened with its rich-dark sauce wonton noodles being my ultimate favourite meal. The other one at Siam Road, which is the last remaining childhood coffeehouse still standing also offers wonton noodles, but have a more liquid and clear sauce, which I find increasing dissatisfying. This coffeeshop at Siam Road is operated by the family - where the husband passed away a few years back, whom cooked the koey teow teng in really rich soup. When the husband died, this delicacy passed on too. The greatest thing about this coffeeshop is its marbled tables and wooden chairs that feels so rustic and homey. The ceiling exterior is lined with a unique iron grills that brings the morning sunlight a kind of fresh bath of aura into the dining space. The best thing about this coffeeshop is its not located in the dense and busy part of the city but next to a row of Old-Rich chinese style stoned houses along Siam Road that gives it some feel of exclusivity and classic atmosphere.


It was raining sporadically when I came, and sitting in the cafe makes me feel warm. It doesn't have bright fluroscent lights but only natural light from the morning sun. Eating the wonton noodles was easy for the small portion is extremely quick to finish. After I've finished, I went to visit the Anson Road Market. The smell of fishes and vegetables quickly transported me to the times when I followed my mother in her marketing. During that times, I would soon be taken to my babysitter's house where I'm left in their care and she would be off to work. She had awful mood swimgs, and I often let myself escape in the sights and sounds of the marketplace whenever I was with her. I think that is why even now, my senses of the outside world is more acute and graphic than others for I escaped when I used my full senses in a particular place. And I never deny my senses its due pleasures.

Often times it got the best of me - leaving me lost in the moment or trapped in a particular time and space. This is the magic of visiting Georgetown again after leaving it for a year. My friends who stayed here all their lives do take the city for granted but it's understandable because they're used to its almost realistic nature, and to the dream-like state I'm often in whenever I dropped by. If I were like them, I too, would take the city for granted, for there's really nothing much happening if you look at it realistically. Penangites are still the same, they're no different from other people. Foreigners who came here to visit failed to see that we're just like them, except we're not so vocal about our thoughts as they do. Of course, having more money than we do makes us behaved better than usual. Behind the ornate facade and traditional designs of wooden flowers and ancient vignettes, Penangites who stayed there for too long would often drown in their pride of their rich history.


I could see poor people too who have spent their youths in Penang only to discover that it's too late now to leave. I ralised this early on in my teens, when I saw foreigners from all over the world jamming through the jetty. I would often hope one of them would adopt me and take me with them to their adventures - out from this dreaded city. Now that I come back as a visitor, I realised how much the roles are reversed, and thankful that I took the leap out from there. It's a good place to visit once in a while,, but not to stay for good because jobs are often limited or skewed towards a few industries.

Thinking all these, I suddenly found myself sitting on the stone bench enjoying the morning sea breeze. Behind me was Dewan Sri Pinang, which used to be a library I would escape to in the pretense of studying. Now it's only a giant auditorim for art show performances and galleries. Fort Cornwallis is quite nearby, where in the afternoon I would be meeting an ex-schoolmate for lunch at the food court sandwiched between the field and the fort. I was in a cathartic state of mind, watching the beautiful morning scene, where the sun was shining brightly - revealing the ocean and its golden gleaming waves, and at the horizon was the mirage of the ports and ships doing their trade.

I continued my walk to the field and spotted a few bicycles wheeling by. Memories began to flood in again, I could confirm that I was walking in a dream. I used to steal my uncle's bicycle for rides when he doesn't know - and it was all worth it. Cycling in the city was a joy that time for me, for I could go anywhere. My teenage enthusiasm could not keep me still, and stealing was an option to escape the dullness of staying in. I wasn't allowed to own a motorbike, or drive, except to use public transport. So being in control of my mobility in the form of a bicycle was a thrill. But now as I've grown, I find walking as a better alternative because the slower motion allows me to take in the details.

Coming back to Georgetown again, I took a walk without having any direction. It was late in the night, and I could not sleep just yet in my small room. I just let my feet took control. Night walks in Georgetown is full of orange lights, but there are some parts that were dark and quiet. Each step, you can see people taking photographs or in one setting - a shoot for a TV drama was taking place. I got a bit scared at times, because the streets behind the banking district was quite long and quiet. But I reached the end and turned to a corner where China House was situated. I walked in quite non-chalantly and let my feet do the walking. The halls was the longest I've ever been. I was pleasantly surprised to see a pond of water in the open hallway. It feels so romantic, and surprising too, for I thought the whole of the hallway was catered only for dining and drinking. The feeling was magical and it feels like I was trnasported into the moonlight. I'm a Moon Child, being Cancerian, so the moon is extremely attractive to me.


There's still more space along the hallway, and I walked on until I reached the end. I see it was a place dedicated to serving alcoholic drinks, and you'll be surprised what sort of people drinks there. It feels almost like a cult is ready to happen, and someone is about to be sacrificed in this corner of the room. I turned and walked back where I came from, fearing I would be the sacrificial lamb. Everyone was a masked crusader inside and I was the naked sheep - seduced, startled and surprised by what I just saw. I promised this would not be my last trip here, and would definitely come back to taste the cakes and coffee.

The night dragged on extremely long in Georgetown, and my stomach was growling again to taste the wonton noodles hawkers stall along Chulia Street - the intersection right next to Love Lane. I noticed the old man drying the noodles looked up at me quite intently as if he'd known me before. Sorry, old father, I'm not your lost son. But it got me interested to try his noodles. It ws at that point I realised and was able to articulate how my favourite wonton noodles should taste like. I was extremely upset by the wonton noodles, for the sauce does not hold onto the noodles and was very liquid. That causes the noodles to taste like rubber bands - tasteless and hard to chew. I just ate the fried and steamed wontons, and tried my hardest to palate the rest of the noodles.


After I've finished, I walked around that corner and discovered a live band was playing in one of the clubhouses. I walked in without anyone stopping me, and see all the yuppies drinking and chatting in the loud music. The bouncer noticed me, but still gave way. I walked back outside and decided to just lean on the car parked in front of a convenience store. I could see so many tourists walking around. I was relaxed and feel much better just observing the people around me in their night lives. There's no tension or whatsoever, just pushing my butt out while standing with my elbows resting on the car's back. Several men were looking at me curiously.

Before I called it a day, I always go to this char koey teow hawker stall at Chulia Street.The hawker stall used to be called Ah Leng, but due to the sexual connotation from its Hokkien translation which means "breasts", the cook changed it to "Long Chye Char Koey Teow". I loved this char koey teown hawker shop because of how locked-in the taste of the fried kuey teow with its flavored oil taste so eclectic. I took a moment to observe how he cooked his koey teow, and discovered he doesn't commit the act of frying in a big and loud manner like other cooks. Instead, he's very focused in his frying style meaning he centered the kuey teow at the center of the frying pan and fry within a certain perimeter of the pan. Haa, the secret of frying a great plate of koey teow is out!

Thursday, August 14, 2014

The little pink girl and her "kitty cat".


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I was walking in the city and went to my favourite fast food restaurant. When I was on my table, I saw a little girl in her pink shirt sitting on the floor watching TV.  She was sitting smack right in the middle of the lane where patrons would queue up to order their food! I saw the poor little girl before wearing exactly the same colour pink, and she was always without a guardian! The last time I saw her, she was holding bills of RM1 and was walking around quite aimlessly when she accidentally come upon me. I took a bill from her hands gently and smiled, and caught her attention - then I returned it back to her. This is no Breakfast at Tiffany's, more like Fast Food at Uncle Jack's. But the players are the same and one with each other. When I saw her again, I beckoned her to come sit on my empty chair, so she can watch the TV comfortably and not blocked anyone's way. As she sat comfortably on the chair, I tried talking to her in English and BM, but she doesn't seem to know how to respond. She looked at me with her innocent eyes and I too looked at her approvingly. I just let her be, and bought her an ice-cream cone. Through my eyes, I see her innocence and pray she was not abused in any way, but only by the act of begging. I feel there's no difference between us, heck, I am "begging" too in my own way. I remembered the kitty cat Holly Golightly picked up in the dumpster in the rain at the end of Breakfast at Tiffany's. Except I am not Holly Golightly, but the kitty cat "picked up" by the little girl in pink.

Such is the real world of living in Kuala Lumpur nowadays. In many ways, I felt like her too - abandoned in a desolate city without a guardian. In my case, I was able to see it as some form of freedom and be thankful about it. But for the little girl who doesn't know anything yet, it must feel strange for her to wander around and be washed up by seas of strangers and momentary distractions like the TV she was glued on. She must be seeking some form of momentary escape from her begging parents on the street - whom I suspected she must come from. In some ways, it's easier for her for she doesn't know anything yet about life. But for those who knows about the harsh realities about life, we too, seek an escape like her. Thankfully for the little girl, at least she doesn't have the conscious knowing about suffering yet.

For middle-income and lower group adults, our suffering can be condensed on simply one aspect: financial. The cost of living has risen significantly without just cause. Making ends meet have been extremely challenging. With this great challenge, comes great violence people commit against each other. The comparison between married and single persons, personally I feel single persons have it the most challenging because they don't have the imaginary support of a "system" - be it a wife, husband, relatives or friends. Personally for me, my kind of support rests on my imagination and the higher power of God. Single people get love wherever they can find. At least to an artiste like myself, abandoned yet refusing to be forgotten - so I move around like a kitty cat looking for love. I don't see myself as above or below to anybody in this jaded world - for the secret of living is knowing everything is only temporary. There is no forever in this world.

And so we continue to seek momentary escapism to pass the time of our wait at the station or wherever intersection of our lives. Like the little girl glued on watching the TV -  watching the visuals of happy Caucasians living their high lives in their music videos. She was mimicking the dance moves of these pop stars. We may not escape in our bodies, at least we get to escape in our imagination. I shared with her my table, she shared with me her gentle presence. With our momentary togetherness, we feel happy to be with each other. She hungers for an adult attention, this poor little girl. Even though we don't talk to each other, she reads my facial expression to see if I am paying her any attention. When she was comfortable, she went out and come back with a ringgit bill in her hand. I took the bill from her and she quickly laid flat on the floor, pretending to be dèad! I laughed for I know it's some form of protest and tempted her the ringgit bill, but she continued rolling herself on the floor - unperturbed by the dirt and walking patrons. Life may be cruel to both of us, but at this brief moment at least we can be happy in each other's company.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Project Runway Season 13, Episode 2 Review


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* BMW Film Awards Best Actor
* Jury Duty
Worldwide Photo Exhibit
Endorsement Value
World Cup KFC commercial
Controversial but Most-Watched Episode
The Golden Shorts Fame

Yes, I am a Project Runway Super Super Fan! I have been following this reality TV competition show since the beginning. The biggest reason why it was so good is due to it's amazingly fair, clear and creative format. Come on, it's a competition show - someone is bound to be eliminated in every episode. The competing segment of the show which is how the aspiring fashion designers interpret the fashion briefs and come out with their amazing and some-not-so-amazing designs in the form of clothes. Who doesn't love clothes? Unfortunately, the fashion is focused mainly on the female - how I wish they would have more men's fashion. The bickering and butt-heading between the designers are also a great watch. The judges I feel, in my opinion are fair in their criticism. The way they talked about the fashion designs really helped educate a non-fashion designer like myself, which I learned loads from! Their criticisms are fair and good, UNTIL I watched the latest episode from last week!

THE WINNER: Amanda Valentine's dress won in this "Movie Night" challenge. Her Silver Team (Amanda, Korina, Kristine) worked really well together because they were on the same page from the beginning - futuristic . Also, Amanda was the ONLY contestant there with experience about this type of challenge - the unconventional material, so she got that unfair advantage. Personally, I don't think she deserves that win, because when I see her dress on the runway, it looks so dowdy with strips of strings hanging around the model's "dress", borders on almost ugly to me! I feel Mitchell's (from the Purple Team) gleaming and glowing CD dress should be the winner because of how it looks on the runway and the silhouette is so flattering! Why did the judges picked her as the winner? Well, it's because of the new and creative ways she used the unconventional material to come up with that dress, and how cohesive her entire team looks as a collection.

This challenge, I feels is one of the toughest challenge ever, because first it's an unconventional materials challenge. Secondly, it's also a team challenge. Few designers can ever function and work in a team. I think for that, the judges can see the results from their good team effort and individual designs that were different but still comes from the same fashion show (cohesion).

THE LOSER:  Hernan, Sandhya and Carrie have the worst team dynamics. From the first episode, both Hernan and Carrie already doubted Sandhya's designing skills, yet she emerged as the winner for her design last week! That further added their resentment of her, because probably both of them thinks they're better than her. I feel her win was deserving because the shape of the dress is unique, with an almost lonely clown-like shoulder slits that gives the dress that extra edge I swear I saw before in a Faye Wong (a Hong Kong popstar) music video. Sandhya did suggested that each designer in her team should come up with their own designs first, then slowly amend to each other's so as to form some cohesion. But Carrie was against it, and stated that everyone should have the same vision. Added with Hernan's forceful demand that Sandhya should follow his designs, everything just went downhill from there. Their collection, in my opinion, wasn't the worst, because from the look, it's really quite glamorous. But upon closer inspection, Sandhya Garg's creation made me gagged because it wasn't finished and exposed the model's mid riff quite unsightly . She probably rested on her laurels and immunity too much and slacked off. Add that with Carrie's almost design-less dress, which all of it is taped or sewed from waste strips of movie films - the only design-ful dress was Hernan's. In the end, Carrie was sent home.