NC-9: Prehistoric War

Let me show you the picture I've promised...

The picture depicting violence, outroar and WAR between pre-historic animals...

The scariest war that ever raged between the minds and pens of a 21 year-old and a 9 year-old...

I bring you...

The Dinosaur Wars.



If you would just look at the pic, you'd see who's attacking who and whom came to save who. The war was exciting while it raged. And I seriously enjoyed it. The most creative creatures were obviously drawn by the most humble and cute... 9 year old cousin of yours truly.

Read more about him here.

I think he brings out the kid in me, and reminds me of the sweet and carefree ways of childhood. Who cares about my age, it was fun while I skipped, raced and bobbed along the endless passageways of Guangzhou airport hand-in-hand with him. And the good thing is, nobody suspected that I was aged anywhere above 15. hahaha. okie I promised China stories and I'll get to them soon. soon.)

JT the movie-reviewer again.

The Usher eyeballed me a few times before he decided that I was over 16 and I was off to watch King and the Clown.

The movie. It felt so tragic.

After squirming in my seat and shaking my head at the serious sexual innuendo and obvious sexual jokes (which whacked you in the face 15 minutes into the show), I got amazed at how pretty boy Gong-gil was really so pretty. Sharp features, gentle smile, slender build and lady-like composure. Then you make your slow plunge into the darkness of the perverse human nature. You see a teary Gong-gil victimized by the ability of the vile, rich and authorative to manipulate the poor and powerless into unwilling sacrifice of their flesh and bodies. Tragic. Lust is a scary thing. And male lust for younger males. Disturbing.

At the same time, you get a small inlet into the lives and misery of every character that stirs complex and mixed emotions... like sympathy, outrage and fear all at the same time. I despise the King for being tyranic and psychotic. Yet, he somehow wrenched sympathy from me because of his sad childhood and upbringing amidst domestic upheaval and murder. But that's no excuse for being a cold-blooded and violent murderer who ridiculed and frustrated his most loyal subjects.

I ache at the helplessness of the loyal subjects, who served 3 Kings through the rise and falls of their empires, and resigned to suicide as the expression of their hopelessness in working for a stubborn tyrant. Stubborn is an understatement.

And then you see the somewhat ambiguous friendship between the two protagonists, Jang-Seng and Gong-gil... One trying so hard to protect the other. Brotherhood or something more? I insist on thinking it as brotherhood.

Plenty of drama on power play, nepotism, political schemes and murder.

And on a more artistic note, there's a certain depth that I haven't fathomed. Something Jang-Seng mentioned... now that he was truly blind (physically) to the world, the world was truly his stage. It was something about being past caring about authorities and influences, something about perceiving life as a play, something about darkness and light, about pain and numbness, about something that tugs away at the strings of my heart.

And yes, tears welled up in my eyes. And the show set me thinking. I don't know if I'd say it's a show worth watching coz there's too much perverseness in it that made me really sad.

King and the Clown.

The clowns put up a show,

so satirical, so cynical, so bold.

The King laughed at the show,

so cutting, so revealing, so cold.

I watched a show,

so dark, so disturbing, as it's told.

Blogging Worth

My blog is actually worth money? So amusing hahaha. Eh, the estimate is wrong. My blog is priceless ok. hahaha. I wonder how's all the calculation's done.

My blog is worth $564.54.
How much is your blog worth?

Spree

I went on a shopping spree and exchanged more than $100 for a series of odds and ends I deemed exciting and necessary for work. Or are they? Ah whatever. Anyway, I bought this pretty $15 dollar top yesterday, much to my satisfaction, at this outlet which usually carries them at something like $39.90. Shop name? BIFC. I like clothes from there. Start saving money for my bday present if you like. (What's with my intensifying BHB aura?! I can't stand it myself.)

And... I gave my heart to this dark metallic silver weave bag which passed my strict qualifiyng criterias of being spacious, multi-pocketed with ergonomically-designed straps and being safely neutral for most fashion police. But being your typical sale-shopper out for best bargains, I lingered around for too long and other more quick-handed and generous shoppers have snapped up every last piece of my BAG. *heart-broken* I saw this bag again yesterday, selling for twice the price. Maybe I'll find it again tomorrow, which has been desginated as my next shopping day. haha.

Quote of the day (dedicated to the workforce):

The day after Sunday and before Tuesday... the unspoken day. -- Flubby

There and Here, Home and Back.

I've been back from Hainan for about a week now and I have tons and tons and tons of things to blog about. If I'd internet connection and a lappy over in China, I'd have told you about my extended family history going 6 generations back, since pre-WWII days to post colonialist periods, together with bits and pieces of village (civil) wars, politics and romance. I think I should compile an autobiography of my grandmother's life (revealed in the form of bedtime story-like chit chat) and sell it to TCS. From there I'd make the greatest load of copyright fees and what nots for the hottest and longest drama serial. Better than 真情 I assure you. Nono, I'm not a commercialised dudette. I just think my family history beats those tv-drama formulas hands down!

I've whet your appetite, haven't I? One of these days I'll blog about my trip to China, back to the villages which connected the then and the now, the poverty and the wealth, the romance and the rivalries. I don't know how much dirty laundry I can wash in a public blog, but when I intend to get enigmatic and crpytic, you know that I'm at the limits of saying too much.

Watch out for my next few entries. (All rights reserved to turn lazy and hold the stories.)

(Picture? You're looking at the endless doorways of my grandfather's hometown in China.)

Global Day of Prayer 2006

I have never seen so many Christians in my life. Twenty-four thousand of them. All praying and worshipping the Lord. Across denominations, beyond language and race differences, we all prayed. And for the first time in my life, I sang praise in unison with 24000 other brothers and sisters under the immensely vast and beautiful sky. I looked up and knew that God truly deserves all glory and praise.

Psalm 19

The heavens declare the glory of God;
the skies proclaim the work of his hands.
Day after day they pour forth speech;
night after night they display knowledge.
There is no speech or language
where their voice is not heard.
Their voice goes out into all the earth,
their words to the ends of the world.
In the heavens he has pitched a tent for the sun,
which is like a bridegroom
coming forth from his pavilion,
like a champion rejoicing to run his course.
It rises at one end of the heavens
and makes its circuit to the other;
nothing is hidden from its heat.
The law of the LORD is perfect,
reviving the soul.
The statutes of the LORD are trustworthy,
making wise the simple.
The precepts of the LORD are right,
giving joy to the heart.
The commands of the LORD are radiant,
giving light to the eyes.
The fear of the LORD is pure,
enduring forever.
The ordinances of the LORD are sure
and altogether righteous.
They are more precious than gold,
than much pure gold;
they are sweeter than honey,
than honey from the comb.
By them is your servant warned;
in keeping them there is great reward.
Who can discern his errors?
Forgive my hidden faults.
Keep your servant also from willful sins;
may they not rule over me.
Then will I be blameless,
innocent of great transgression.
May the words of my mouth
and the meditation of my heart
be pleasing in your sight,
O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.