Euw

Well hello. This had been a tiring week. I been meaning to blog since ... Wednesday. But exhaustion and doing other stuffs and of course the idiotic Internet connection called Streamyx is acting up thus preventing me from opening up this. And Beta Blogger does get on my nerves.

The new job is going on OK at the moment, thank you all for asking. I am still in the training phase and don't know much what to expect. Therefore I can't really answer if everything would be fine and dandy. But the new girls and guys that are going to be my colleagues seems to be great. At least there is no guy that is looking over my shoulder ALL the time.

I was driving to work the first day. Gah. Me, driving to Damansara. Me who only driving range familiarity are limited from Ukay Perdana to KLCC. After the first day, I resolved to take the public transport. The parking price around there is bleeding me dry.

Yes. As so continue my adventures in the public transport PUTRA LRT, where people are expected to contort their bodies in unimaginable way in any available space in the sardine can.

Ride on the LRT is never boring. Of course my ride in there needs to have musical accompaniment, thus I can never be without my Sony player or my Sony walkman phone. Nonetheless I got a not so pleasant ride back to Ampang few days back. It started as usual with pushing through people and limited space in the carriage.

Somewhere between Pasar Seni and KLCC, there are this huge Singh middle age guy standing next to me. Fair enough. I was holding on for balance at the (what u call those thing dangling for our lil hand to hold on to) , in front of the seats. Then suddenly he was at my back being uncomfortably close. Since it is the rush hour, it was nothing weird.

Then those icky weirdness feeling comes back when I felt something brush my backside. Okay. Uncomfy. Push icky feeling aside since being up close and personal with a stranger in the LRT during rush hour are not unusual and not frown upon (you can sometimes thank your lucky stars if you are push upon the chest of some manly hunky cute dude too) . Then it happened again. And when it happened again the 3rd time, I look up to see the reflection (dah kat underground dah).

Ok. This guy is way taller and humongously bigger than me. He also have a enormous stomach. Okay. Maybe it is his stomach that kept on bumping my backside (still gross.. but wth) . But then I go like.. hello... I am short ok. In no way can his stomach be that low. Gaahhhhh!@#! Another brushing again and again. This time I had it, I meant I am almost spraining my leg getting out of his way but he still manage to brush against me. I don't care which part of his anatomy is being pressed briefly against me. I had had it. I got to go before I bawl right there. So I mumbled something about "I really got to go,' to the person next to me and pushed my way safely out of the vicinity of the guy.

Telling this to my friend and my friend tanye kenapa tak sound. Well... first of all for the benefit of the doubt. I am really not sure if I should be uncomfortable and if it is meant to be something like sexual harassment thingies since I don't really care to turn around and try to look at the guy. And the LRT was packed which maybe can be his excuse for being that damn close. (and I didn't get away very far since the humans wall are so thick and the Singh guy was throwing me weird?guilty?incomprehensible? look from my new equally oxygen choking but less sexual harassment feeling like standing position) But one thing I know, if you are uncomfortable, just get out of there.

I just had one word. Euw.

p/s: Dah panjang la plak post ni. Until here je la. Getting tired. Wanting rest.

Good Bye and Good Luck

Busy lor. Tapi tak berani la kan nak letak busy lebey2 kat sini. Kang kena ungkit plak... (eh.. tapi diri ini tengah mengungkit jua... takdulikblogakukan and akutulisapeapeakumaw dan bagaimanacarapon)

Ehem.. I am super busy today.. cause so many things to do, feeling so drowsy and have only less than 12 hour to pack my things, learn the violin, and do whatever stuffs I was suppose to do but apparently forgot. Instead I blog. Yes, thats absolutely the thing I do. Submit cheque, but HR is closed to regular employee and receptionist not there. Grrrr.

Need to train the new guy before I go back. Delete all incriminating evidence of not working while working in my work computers. Hahaha. Eik.. let me dash upstairs to see if HR or any working personas are up there.

Nope . Not there. Blergh. Got an email that need to send it to another person. Sigh. Email is the best communication. Imagine the time when there is no email when you are working. The horrors~

Well, I'll be going to Ipoh tonight. Probably while they are gossiping, I'll be snoring at the back. Your's truly didn't get a good night sleep plus also need to wake up at 3am in the freaking morning to go to work. I got another lost soul call ( Salah number ) at midnight.

This had been plaguing me since raya. Apparently, somewhere in Malaysia there is a group of Chinese guys believing me to be Ah Siew (as that is what I heard) .. or whatever they called him/her. This guy kept on calling me more than 10 times per day asking for whoever and speaking in Chinese. No amount of "Wrong Number or Salah Nombor laaa", can convince him that I am not the person he is looking for. It get so horrible that I just put my phone on silent and let him ring and ring and ring.

Until I had enough when he kept on calling me when I was shopping. I meant I am trying to find the best bargain here, , OK. Perusing with my hands fully occupied holding bags and also waiting for my brother to ring. Then to have to convince a nitcompoop that he is calling the wrong number, and I was irritated that this guy use another number to call me since I don't pick up the old number which he used to bug me with and he had the audacity to sound pissy. I snapped. So I actually ranted and shouted into the phone to never call me again in both BM and English, in various different ways and different tone and pitch in the middle of Padini, for him to finally understand that the girl that kept on picking up his call was now royally pissed off.

Then I think either the same idiot call again or some of his friends in the middle of the night..asking for Ah Siew. I groggily said "Wrong Number" and end the call. Tadek tenaga to shout to leave me alone. Siap la if he tried to play play lagi.

Ah well. I had cleaned all cache, cookies, incriminating files and emails. Submitted cheque. Hug or shake hand saying goodbye to almost everybody. Write my goodbye email. Try to clear out my own cases. Leave the company properties at TL desk. Look back one more time at my now old office.

Well, goodbye I guess. Sure had fun here at McAfee. Kinda bummed that I couldn't make it to the Annual Dinner for the company tomorrow night.

And will definitely miss my various characters of officemates dearly. Sure won't miss the customer though.

The Red Kebaya

I got the chance to watch the above. Lawa tak the poster? You got to love the poster. Loveliness just ooozes out of the picture. Got interested seeing this movie cause of those beautiful red kebaya. Man. Those are lovely. Wish I could wear those. Or have those. Or have that kinda body. Ehem.. and of course period movie always got me interested. You know.. deep stuff like that.

Hah, kidding. But between love stories movies set now or love stories set in the 1800s. I say give me the then.

Whats the story all about?

Its about Latiff latest photography project. Latiff is a renowned photographer and his current project is on pictures of abandoned houses or buildings. During that journey, he uncovers memories from his long forgotten past. A love story of a Malay woman and a colonial English guy.

Various itty little bit of thoughts on it

After film end, I goes like.. hurmph. Okay. It was quite a beautiful little film. It's not a magnificent film. But it is a quaint lovely little film.

First and foremost I like to commend is on the music score and also cinematography (did I spell that right huh?). I always, always have something to criticize on our local film musical score. I don't understand that for a bangsa that is proud and attuned to its feeling and arts as what our forefathers proved, our musical score in movie always leave me dissastisfied.

The musical score is lovely. A bit haunting. (I love haunting score). It have a thoughtful lovely piano piece in it that is the essence of its score. The joget songs sung in Chempaka club is jolly and is a reminiscence of P Ramlee era. I just wish there were a little more songs or score in it.

I also love the opening credit. The glitters and shimers and flash of camera bulbs reflecting from the Red Kebaya beads. Did I mention how I would love to have one of those? I did. Yes.. I would love to have one of those.

Cinematography . Its not one of those sweeping panaromic view you see in a grand scale movie. But what pictures or scenery it offers is beautiful. I like it especially when it gradually shows what the old house looks before. From a garbage dump to a bright colonial house.

As for the cast, you have to agree this movie have a stellar casts. Most impressive performance have to go to Bob Mercer as John Reynolds. He was great in this movie. Yes, he's not handsome. Yes, he appears weak to these other strong women. But my heart goes out to him. His portrayal of a gentle man bullied by his wife and struck by the exotic beauty of Azizah is as such that me as an audience have such a strong sympathy to him despite him being a weak guy.

Somewhat dissapointed in Vanida Imran though. Was not sure if she was opting to go for the hard to read character or just plain quiet. I was expecting to be drawn to her character and not Bob Mercer. It was hard to figure out what Azizah was feeling most of the time. When Bob Mercer is professing his love, I was almost expecting Azizah to deny that she feels the same way. A bit taken aback that she says she do. (I know. What do you expect la Dila.. this is a love stories meh. )

The other casts are as what they are. Good supporting cast. Delicious on how Samantha Schubert played the evil Davinia. Very wicked. Paula Malai Ali as an European woman putting down the locals or the mixed (offspring of the English and the local), is amusing since she does still look Asian despite her European bone feature.

Now came the criticism part.

When the movie first start, was thinking that it is a bit pretentious. People milling around art/photo portrait laughing, women in long flowing evening dresses holding a cocktail glass. Very New York-ish upper society. But since I am in no upper class society clique either in New York or KL, hey... what do I know eh.

And I wish they were a bit more specific on Latiff line of work interest. We were brought to the scene where his photograph are on exhibition. We don't see the photographs. Then we got these ( very staid proper upright sitting ) reporters asking him that his next projects are very different from his usual theme of picture taking. Huh, much?

The continuity from some scene to scene are a bit jolting too. We were just beginning to be confused on what's going on the last century and then it quickly zooom in the next century.

Am also not sure if I am finding fault between the writing or Vanidah Imran acting in this role. I just don't feel.. the love. I don't see what make Azizah wanted to be with him for love.. and not for security reason. Kinda get the feeling that she is just hoarding free food and shelter from Reynolds willing hands. Yes, she is affected by his kindness. But I couldn't see the other wheels. You know.. the wheels on why do people do the things they do. She just smiles and generously agrees to everything. Man, that's galling. The affection between mother and son are apparent. But the love, the love that make another man to turn away from his wife (OK..granted that is not so hard to do for some men) and a woman who was raised with different values to accept this guy as the love of her life. They don't question that. I am then left questioning if they should do.

All in all, it is a lovely poignant little film reminding us of the past. Could be better. But a whole lot better than the usual fare of Malay movies but I am not rating this as another Malay movie either.

Busy Busy

Sorry guys.

I am too busy at the moment. Or just have no mood. Pick your pick.

Will update laers`.

On a side note, don't it pisses you off if you don't know what the hell going on and people are blaming you for not picking up the pieces.

If you want me to do something, be clear about it. I am not a pyschic to second guess what you need to do next.

Ah well.. happy weekend-ing. Mine is gonna be busy.