Sunday, February 15, 2009
Gor Gor Leslie Cheung
Was watching Leslie Cheung's videos online.
He forever will be the one artist I respect most.
Came across this song by Leslie Cheung and other artists from Universal.
Got Wong Yew Meng as well!!! :)
p.s. I added one of my favorite songs by him in the playlist - 今生今世
Saturday, February 14, 2009
In my wildest dreams
1. I wish to publish a book.
Mainly photographs. About some unsung heroes in our lives.
They are not scientists who make great discoveries. They are not leaders of nations who tell people what to do. They are absolutely normal people, like you, like me; like a mother of four who raised her children well; like a grandfather who sacrificed his pension for kids' education fee; like a poor African child who managed to graduate from a local university.
Mainly because they accomplish the impossible in their lives. Even though the impossible, from many point of view, is not extraordinary. But to me, they are successful, in every way.
2. I wish to go for a very spontaneous trip.
Not knowing where am I going, not planning itinerary.
I think it would be fun to just go somewhere. No plans. No destination. It's like living life. You never know what will happen, where you will end up at. So why care so much about it? Experience every single moment. Make fun out of everything. Enjoy the process.
Because it really doesn't matter how many continents you have been to. Because travelling is never about 'conquering' the well-known destinations, or hitting some sort of target.
Just like life. It is not about achieving what people usually think you should achieve.
Go Paris - visit Eiffel Tower. Go New York - visit Statue of Liberty. Isn't that boring?
I remember most about the night when I stood at the balcony of the Empire State Building.
Not because of the silly, self-fulling thought of 'you see, I've been to New York'.
It's simply because I enjoy every single bit of it. The night view, the sky without stars and the cold wind.
To dream anything you want to dream. That is the beauty of human mind.
To do anything you want to do. That is the strength of human will.
To trust yourself and to test your limit. That is the courage to succeed.
Mainly photographs. About some unsung heroes in our lives.
They are not scientists who make great discoveries. They are not leaders of nations who tell people what to do. They are absolutely normal people, like you, like me; like a mother of four who raised her children well; like a grandfather who sacrificed his pension for kids' education fee; like a poor African child who managed to graduate from a local university.
Mainly because they accomplish the impossible in their lives. Even though the impossible, from many point of view, is not extraordinary. But to me, they are successful, in every way.
2. I wish to go for a very spontaneous trip.
Not knowing where am I going, not planning itinerary.
I think it would be fun to just go somewhere. No plans. No destination. It's like living life. You never know what will happen, where you will end up at. So why care so much about it? Experience every single moment. Make fun out of everything. Enjoy the process.
Because it really doesn't matter how many continents you have been to. Because travelling is never about 'conquering' the well-known destinations, or hitting some sort of target.
Just like life. It is not about achieving what people usually think you should achieve.
Go Paris - visit Eiffel Tower. Go New York - visit Statue of Liberty. Isn't that boring?
I remember most about the night when I stood at the balcony of the Empire State Building.
Not because of the silly, self-fulling thought of 'you see, I've been to New York'.
It's simply because I enjoy every single bit of it. The night view, the sky without stars and the cold wind.
To dream anything you want to dream. That is the beauty of human mind.
To do anything you want to do. That is the strength of human will.
To trust yourself and to test your limit. That is the courage to succeed.
Pure
On Valentine's Day, I asked Danny.
'Can you describe me in one word?'.
He thought for a while and came out with a rather surprising word 'pure'.
Yucks. OK. You all can stop vomitting now.
I know how people feel when someone starts to brag about herself being 'pure'.
But this is my blog - so who cares?
HAHAHA.
Bear with me. Just one more sentence.
His explained (I admit there is some paraphrasing here, but the general idea is there): 'Your love is pure and real. You get worried, you get mad, you care because you love. When you come to love, it's pure love.'
I have to say - I am impressed.
He actually knows me quite well. :p
Ok. Full stop.
The real story starts here.
He asked me, 'then what would you describe me in one word?'
After some thinking, I replied with a wide grin on my face.
'Pure.'
Hehe. I am serious k?
He is one person I know who has no bad intentions.
He has an amazing ability to never see the bad side in people.
I know him for three years and I never see him badmouth, or backstab, or deceive, or play dirty.
He never judge, never try to intrude the lives of others, never try to take the credits.
Never. Not even once.
He is just there, smiling, and be responsible for his own life.
His honesty is very funny when everytime he tries to lie, you can really tell.
And he never pretend, never try to put a mask on his face to be that someone else.
He just has that courage to reveal his true self in front of everybody.
Amazing isn't it?
He talks about his mistakes and his 'evil' plans (and it ceases to be evil when he openly talks about it).
He smiles and responds so naturally to everything.
I always call him 'mr. big kid'.
Because of his unstoppable curiosity in most things, even after many times of almost falling off the bike whenever he tries to do a stunt on it.
Because of his absolute confidence in being himself and his wonderful magic of rejecting pretense.
Mostly because of his innonence (sometimes it can be very 'noob' though, but what to do? :).
Pure innonence even after going through so many tough times in life.
Perhaps this is what got him through cancer.
- his untainted heart.
Pure. What a word. :)
'Can you describe me in one word?'.
He thought for a while and came out with a rather surprising word 'pure'.
Yucks. OK. You all can stop vomitting now.
I know how people feel when someone starts to brag about herself being 'pure'.
But this is my blog - so who cares?
HAHAHA.
Bear with me. Just one more sentence.
His explained (I admit there is some paraphrasing here, but the general idea is there): 'Your love is pure and real. You get worried, you get mad, you care because you love. When you come to love, it's pure love.'
I have to say - I am impressed.
He actually knows me quite well. :p
Ok. Full stop.
The real story starts here.
He asked me, 'then what would you describe me in one word?'
After some thinking, I replied with a wide grin on my face.
'Pure.'
Hehe. I am serious k?
He is one person I know who has no bad intentions.
He has an amazing ability to never see the bad side in people.
I know him for three years and I never see him badmouth, or backstab, or deceive, or play dirty.
He never judge, never try to intrude the lives of others, never try to take the credits.
Never. Not even once.
He is just there, smiling, and be responsible for his own life.
His honesty is very funny when everytime he tries to lie, you can really tell.
And he never pretend, never try to put a mask on his face to be that someone else.
He just has that courage to reveal his true self in front of everybody.
Amazing isn't it?
He talks about his mistakes and his 'evil' plans (and it ceases to be evil when he openly talks about it).
He smiles and responds so naturally to everything.
I always call him 'mr. big kid'.
Because of his unstoppable curiosity in most things, even after many times of almost falling off the bike whenever he tries to do a stunt on it.
Because of his absolute confidence in being himself and his wonderful magic of rejecting pretense.
Mostly because of his innonence (sometimes it can be very 'noob' though, but what to do? :).
Pure innonence even after going through so many tough times in life.
Perhaps this is what got him through cancer.
- his untainted heart.
Pure. What a word. :)
Yes
I used to be that person who always say 'yes' to everything.
But it got tiring in the end because I said 'yes' ALL THE TIME, even if I didn't want to.
And it got worse when I wasn't sure of what I really want anymore.
Often, you realised too, that people tend to take advantage on your inability to say 'no'.
Then I pushed myself into that 'no' era.
I said 'no' to things I wasn't up to.
And then I said 'no' to things I wasn't sure of.
And then I said 'no' to most things in life.
It became a habit.
I stopped to get involved or to commit.
Maybe because I perceived most people as trying to get something out of me.
Maybe because after a lot of resting, I resorted to life without much responsibilities and it was pretty difficult to walk out of that comfort zone.
Maybe because I was not engaged in things for quite a while and I was not sure if I am enough for anything anymore.
Today, I watched the show 'Yes Man'.
Funny. I see myself in that show. But the opposite version of it.
It reminded me of something I long forgotten.
Yes. Say yes.
'Yes' embraces possibilities.
'Yes' opens up doors.
You never know what's waiting for you if you don't step in and try.
Yes, it might turn out to be a really bad thing, but you learn and you experience.
Yes, it might be something very different from what you expect, but what's wrong with surprises?
Yes, it might be tiring, but at the very least, you open up your eyes and stretch out your arms and taste what's in life.
Don't restrict yourself. Don't close up the doors. Don't cut your wings off if you want to fly.
Yes.
But the trick is say yes only if you want to.
Not too sure?
Try it out then.
:)
p.s. I recalled back all the 'yes-es' I said previously. Somehow they turned out to be something good. I remembered last year I said 'yes' to help out with Malaysian Night when I was so busy (and I really wanted to say 'no'). And guess what? This year when I couldn't get my tickets, I got them as a favour in return for my 'yes'.
Trust me. It does lead to something good.
It really depends on how you define 'good' though. :p
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaming 'wow! what a ride!'.
I used to write this in my personal statement.
I guess I had a short-term memory lost. hehe.
But gratefully, it's all coming back again.
But it got tiring in the end because I said 'yes' ALL THE TIME, even if I didn't want to.
And it got worse when I wasn't sure of what I really want anymore.
Often, you realised too, that people tend to take advantage on your inability to say 'no'.
Then I pushed myself into that 'no' era.
I said 'no' to things I wasn't up to.
And then I said 'no' to things I wasn't sure of.
And then I said 'no' to most things in life.
It became a habit.
I stopped to get involved or to commit.
Maybe because I perceived most people as trying to get something out of me.
Maybe because after a lot of resting, I resorted to life without much responsibilities and it was pretty difficult to walk out of that comfort zone.
Maybe because I was not engaged in things for quite a while and I was not sure if I am enough for anything anymore.
Today, I watched the show 'Yes Man'.
Funny. I see myself in that show. But the opposite version of it.
It reminded me of something I long forgotten.
Yes. Say yes.
'Yes' embraces possibilities.
'Yes' opens up doors.
You never know what's waiting for you if you don't step in and try.
Yes, it might turn out to be a really bad thing, but you learn and you experience.
Yes, it might be something very different from what you expect, but what's wrong with surprises?
Yes, it might be tiring, but at the very least, you open up your eyes and stretch out your arms and taste what's in life.
Don't restrict yourself. Don't close up the doors. Don't cut your wings off if you want to fly.
Yes.
But the trick is say yes only if you want to.
Not too sure?
Try it out then.
:)
p.s. I recalled back all the 'yes-es' I said previously. Somehow they turned out to be something good. I remembered last year I said 'yes' to help out with Malaysian Night when I was so busy (and I really wanted to say 'no'). And guess what? This year when I couldn't get my tickets, I got them as a favour in return for my 'yes'.
Trust me. It does lead to something good.
It really depends on how you define 'good' though. :p
Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body, but rather to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaming 'wow! what a ride!'.
I used to write this in my personal statement.
I guess I had a short-term memory lost. hehe.
But gratefully, it's all coming back again.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Slumdog Millionaire
Jamal Malik, an 18-year-old orphan from a slum of Mumbai, is one question away from winning 20 million rupees on India's version of 'Who Wants To Be A Millionaire?'
The question is 'How did Jamal do it?'
A. He cheated.
B. He was lucky.
C. He's a genius.
D. It is written.
The movie opens with this question.
***
'Slumdog Millionaire' by Danny Boyle is so far one of the best movies I've watched in my life.
Every once in a while, a seemingly ordinary film, with no famous cast and flying heroes, enters the theatre and takes the audiences by surprise.
'Slumdog Millionaire' makes me fall in love with movies all over again.
***
The plot is simply stunning.
It's about a story of a young man on India's version of 'Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?'. It starts off with the police interrogating him for cheating in the show.
But soon the inspector and the audiences realise that he knew the answers for a reason.
Like the opening question to the movie, the four things - knowledge, tricks, luck and fate - which one is the answer to all the things happened in life?
It is a love story. But also a revelation of oppression, prejudices and economic exploitation in India, a hardcore brotherhood movie and a life examination.
To top it all, it has a nail-biting storyline that 'climaxes' till the very end - will he win the 20 million rupees?
Find it hard to believe?
***
Let's see the reviews:
* It's a Dickensian picture about a world rarely, if ever, seen in mainstream movies, a film that grabs us from the opening frame and doesn't let go until the credits roll at the end.
* It is drama, comedy, musical, thriller, love story, and more in one transcending, riveting story. It is life on celluloid and, easily, one of the best movies of the year.
* What Boyle has done is truly miraculous. He has turned a film about street life in Bombay into a visceral, genuine crowd-pleaser. And you will walk out of the movie theater feeling inspired and hopeful, knowing you've just seen something very special.
* "Slumdog Millionaire" is not to be missed. It is the best movie of the year. And it is, without any doubt, one of the ten best films of the decade.
I am not a big fan of prizes and awards, but (just in case you are one) it's worth mentioning this so that you know - Slumdog Millionaire won five Critics' Choice Award, four Golden Globes, and seven BAFTA Awards, including Best film and has been nominated for ten Academy Awards.
OK. I know most of you might have watch it since it was screening for quite a while.
But if you happen to not watch it yet - go watch it now.
'It is a masterpiece that not only leaves you smiling but counting the days until you can see it again.'
I can't agree more.
The question is 'How did Jamal do it?'
A. He cheated.
B. He was lucky.
C. He's a genius.
D. It is written.
The movie opens with this question.
***
'Slumdog Millionaire' by Danny Boyle is so far one of the best movies I've watched in my life.
Every once in a while, a seemingly ordinary film, with no famous cast and flying heroes, enters the theatre and takes the audiences by surprise.
'Slumdog Millionaire' makes me fall in love with movies all over again.
***
The plot is simply stunning.
It's about a story of a young man on India's version of 'Who Wants to Be a Millionaire?'. It starts off with the police interrogating him for cheating in the show.
But soon the inspector and the audiences realise that he knew the answers for a reason.
Like the opening question to the movie, the four things - knowledge, tricks, luck and fate - which one is the answer to all the things happened in life?
It is a love story. But also a revelation of oppression, prejudices and economic exploitation in India, a hardcore brotherhood movie and a life examination.
To top it all, it has a nail-biting storyline that 'climaxes' till the very end - will he win the 20 million rupees?
Find it hard to believe?
***
Let's see the reviews:
* It's a Dickensian picture about a world rarely, if ever, seen in mainstream movies, a film that grabs us from the opening frame and doesn't let go until the credits roll at the end.
* It is drama, comedy, musical, thriller, love story, and more in one transcending, riveting story. It is life on celluloid and, easily, one of the best movies of the year.
* What Boyle has done is truly miraculous. He has turned a film about street life in Bombay into a visceral, genuine crowd-pleaser. And you will walk out of the movie theater feeling inspired and hopeful, knowing you've just seen something very special.
* "Slumdog Millionaire" is not to be missed. It is the best movie of the year. And it is, without any doubt, one of the ten best films of the decade.
I am not a big fan of prizes and awards, but (just in case you are one) it's worth mentioning this so that you know - Slumdog Millionaire won five Critics' Choice Award, four Golden Globes, and seven BAFTA Awards, including Best film and has been nominated for ten Academy Awards.
OK. I know most of you might have watch it since it was screening for quite a while.
But if you happen to not watch it yet - go watch it now.
'It is a masterpiece that not only leaves you smiling but counting the days until you can see it again.'
I can't agree more.
In a wheelchair
After negotiation skills workshop, I took a bus home.
Given the fact that it's 5.30pm in the evening, the bus was so full people can barely move.
The lady driver managed to pull over at the train station after making a big, difficult turn at the relatively small roundabout.
Great! The station! More people coming up. -.-
Looking away from the queue outside the bus (and quietly letting out a long sigh), I caught a glimpse of some slight movements among the standing crowd.
There was this girl in a wheelchair trying to get off the bus.
But the bus was so packed that the wheelchair could barely squeeze through.
The driver (being helpful but in a rather impolite manner) shouted with a low, rough voice - 'EVERYONE MOVE!'
After the surprisingly expected bellow, all the students, even the old ladies tried to push their bodies against the wall to spare her some space.
The driver then without further hesitation, grabbed a yellow board and laid it on to flatten off the gap between the bus and the pavement.
She moved those very inflexible wheels. She made a sharp U-turn.
But with a great deal of effort.
Anyway, she managed to get off the bus after 5 minutes without running over someone's feet.
Even those people who were desperately lining up to get up the bus just now made a few steps away from the door for her.
She then, with her head down and her hands on the wheels, headed towards the station.
It then struck me:
If I am the girl sitting on the wheelchair - looking at these people kindly offering their help....
should I be happy or sad?
I wonder.
Given the fact that it's 5.30pm in the evening, the bus was so full people can barely move.
The lady driver managed to pull over at the train station after making a big, difficult turn at the relatively small roundabout.
Great! The station! More people coming up. -.-
Looking away from the queue outside the bus (and quietly letting out a long sigh), I caught a glimpse of some slight movements among the standing crowd.
There was this girl in a wheelchair trying to get off the bus.
But the bus was so packed that the wheelchair could barely squeeze through.
The driver (being helpful but in a rather impolite manner) shouted with a low, rough voice - 'EVERYONE MOVE!'
After the surprisingly expected bellow, all the students, even the old ladies tried to push their bodies against the wall to spare her some space.
The driver then without further hesitation, grabbed a yellow board and laid it on to flatten off the gap between the bus and the pavement.
She moved those very inflexible wheels. She made a sharp U-turn.
But with a great deal of effort.
Anyway, she managed to get off the bus after 5 minutes without running over someone's feet.
Even those people who were desperately lining up to get up the bus just now made a few steps away from the door for her.
She then, with her head down and her hands on the wheels, headed towards the station.
It then struck me:
If I am the girl sitting on the wheelchair - looking at these people kindly offering their help....
should I be happy or sad?
I wonder.
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