Prologue

Welcome to Frequency Se7en.... Have a pleasant day..

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Frequency Se7en

Had it sync in my iPod and Blackberry for my ear drums to explode and my eyes to bleed. Packed like a tin of tuna with moderate criticism towards music, film, arts and toys in order to kill time and pretend that the world would even bother reading it.

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The Gathering

An introduction to ‘jobless’ people 101. A tiny space to appreciate the works of God who gave us companions which either build or destroy us eventually. Quite a waste of space but I have to do some community appreciation projects to increase my traffic.

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Poker Face

Personal entries which give me the appetite to share with the world concerning memorable events valued as lessons alongside with dim-witted experiences. Technically plays a role as a conduit that guides me along the way for the purpose of living on planet Earth.

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Epilogue

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Saturday, March 6, 2010

Chapter 12: Reflection of the Present

Chapter 12: I would consider the weekend to be much of a learning curve that involved with the social relations practised and gathered from the public (be it from the mutual side of friends, even friends themselves, weird Mid Easterns and other Strangers in the Night) Don’t get me wrong, but this is purely based on the lesson which Galvin Galvanizer thought me throughout the lifespan of our friendship.   

According to Galvin Galvanizer, this was what he told me to do before stepping out of my crib:-“In order for you to attract the right energy that will result to positive outcomes in return; you have to make the effort to smile….Smile like Mona Lisa!” But then again, during eons of eons – Mona Lisa’s smile damn well did not actually rectify the problem of Louis XIV’s tax increment due to the French's involvement in the American Revolution and Seven Year War that made the financial crisis so unbearable till disease and poverty became the major causes of the populace to revolt.

“I do not really support the idea of manipulating my facial expression by turning up the corners of the mouth to show pleasure or amusement”I rebutted. “Well, that’s the same thing how Posh Spice said about herself and other beautiful people out there with similar remarks!” See, Galvin Galvanizer plays a role as an Aristotle in my life that subtly portrays himself as a teacher but more of a friend. Though he may be seen quite plastic but when one gets to know him a lot longer, the plastic side of him is pretty much genuine.

“Well, Posh looks atrocious when she smiles, that – I totally agree with her..” the TBK side of me replied. (Tak Boleh Kalah)

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“Look! There were actually quite an amount of people who turned their heads when you passed them tonight?! Why don't you just acknowledge them by returning a smile?” Reason for this is that I’m very uncomfortable when someone who you wish their heads did not turn to your side, (when thought about, it seems quite horrifying just to imagine the head-turning scene in Exorcists) approached you and the only thing you can think of is to find the nearest fire escape (plan B would be the loo if the main entrance has been barricaded by homosapiens.)

Also, it’s not about being expensive (Jual Mahal), but to avoid further complications between the two parties which will result to an awkward moment at the end. So technically, I’m doing a generous favor for the other party as well.   

“Then again, I didn’t even realize anyone was turning their heads to my direction! You are such a liar… Galvin Galvanizer!” I answered sheepishly. "Then don't rant about yourself for the reason why you're still single..."

“Hey….what happened to the Freedom of Expressions and Rights to choose who I want to be with? Of how our forefathers have worked so hard to fight for the acts to be legitimate in the council..." then Galvin Galvanizer replied, “Just listen to the way on how you have just justified yourself ....that is the answer to your question, young Pedawan!…*smiles* ”

Leia Mais…
Wednesday, March 3, 2010

Chapter 11: This Book Belongs to Eli.

Chapter 11: “It wasn’t that bad, really”, said Katana Eyes after the credits started rolling on the silver screens. It was just another typical after work Wednesday where some of Clan Black Harrier would chill at the mall right next to HQ for some drinks or to catch the latest film advertised on the billboards – but other members of Clan Black Harrier would rather kill their precious time by lazing around on the couch at home whilst betting on the next contestants to be kicked off from American Idol.

“I knew he was blind all the while though I was not certain – my intuition tells me so!” explained Katana Eyes proudly as if defending a convict from Dick Wolf’s American police procedural and legal drama television series, Law & Order.

Well, The Book of Eli wasn’t really that bad as how some criticized it, though it wouldn’t be much of a brainer-movie either. Regardless, I have to admit that the cinematography wasn’t bad at all, not to say great either when juxtaposed with Wong Kar Wai’s My Blueberry Nights.

“Yes, yes you’re right. But how can he dodge every bullet shot by the bad guys? It just doesn’t make any sense at all…! This isn’t The Matrix…Moreover Lila Kunis managed to get out from the barricaded door which is clearly a ‘Dues Ex Machina’..”

“Well, I guess they missed him – and I have no idea how Lila managed to get out..”, answered Katana Eyes halfheartedly just to evade the necessity on rationalizing some of the unexplainable scenes. My heart was still insistent on getting the questions answered but my mind was exhausted to role play as Socrates.

That was just the same incident when the credits started rolling for Percy Jackson & the Olympians: The Lightning Thief (- which I’m pretty much obsessed with Logan Lerman’s lovely hairdo that got me into a fixated position of wanting to become Percy himself) – but I guess in this case, I wasn’t keen on being an Eli.

“Wasn’t that bad… oh, for all the costumes worn in the set; the best dressed had to be Lila Kunis as if she just got off from Rue Cambon despite the post apocalyptic fashion trends of the future...now that’s totally strange..”

“- And that, I couldn’t agree with you more….”, said Katana Eyes. 

Leia Mais…
Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Chapter 10: The Unanticipated Shoot

Chapter 10: When I was just a mere teenager back in high school, I always dream of becoming either:-

1)      A commercial Air Pilot
2)      A Celebrity VJ
3)      A Teen Model

But none of it came true hence I’ve gotten myself recruited in Clan Black Harrier under the leadership of the quote Asian PR unquote version of Kimore Lee Simmons: codename The Black Harrier. Surprisingly, there was this very petite looking editor from a local publication – one of my favorites; that runs a teenage magazine who has requested me to be one of the models in their fashion spread.

How ironic it was when my age has passed the target readers five years the gap. Nevertheless, I have to admit that my look contradicts my age and many mistaken me to be seated behind the desk filled with piles of books and assignments instead of press releases and contracts.

Knowing that I am not much of a snobbish spin doctor – a no–no contra when one works in Spinville, I chose to go ahead and compensate what I left from my childhood, BUT in one condition.

Principle: Thou shall use thee as one of thy models if thou agreed upon the matter of having clients of thee to loan the apparels and credits will be mentioned in return.

Agreed.

The shoot took almost half a day as there were 5 sets of clothes to model with each set encircling 20 shots and my partner character – which took an additional 20 – 30 minutes of hair and makeup redo after the completion of each set which almost got me into a comatose state of mind. Total time taken for the entire shoot: Five fucking hours.

The best thing was the editors and photographer actually complemented me for posing it the right way where else my partner was a little rigid. (I thought the skills from my cam whoring days were gone to limbo...) Regardless of the hours sacrificed in the studio, the editor said that it was great thus to wait for the coming issue that they’re currently working on.

Well, I couldn’t wait to have a look at how awful my poses will be in print..

At least, it was fun.

Leia Mais…
Sunday, February 21, 2010

Chapter 9: Over Confident

Chapter 9: “This is definitely the road I take from KL to Ipoh! I swear this is just it!” explained Katana Eyes next to me while I was driving back from Mont Kiara after dining at Michelangelo’s. Reason that we took the NKVE was due to the the fact that ive missed the road that will bring us back to TTDI Damansara. Still filled with doubts, Katana Eye’s remark was nothing more but vain. Perhaps her confidence on the road was still 50/50, and the inner self confidence in me was still at the peak of Mt. Everest.

Yes, despite being twisted with distinctive sexual appetites, a male can never loose touch on his masculine genetics – which in this case; an egotistical self absorbed ‘tak-boleh-kalah’ attitude when it comes to driving besides weight training. “I Knoooow! Don’t worry, this road will take us back to the Damansara entrance toll – I am damn well sure!”

Poor Megan Mobsquad was relentlessly searching for the nearest rest room on the highway – actually, back in Mont Kiara itself but since the tap wasn’t working- she'd rather sacrifice. Megan Mobsquad comes from the line of royalty blood. She was brought up at the local Pasadena side of the country where everything makes out of green. Even their flag portrays pride for their renowned tour-site Mountain. She may look approachable but the way she was brought up was through a life out from the vending machine that dispenses hardcore liquors. If only she puts more effort in her assassination ('suka-gaduh') skills, she would have been granted as Field Marshal of a firearm brigade in Iran. Partying is her forte, and she draws much attention from both sexes. One is sexual the other, envy.

Until the minute when we hit the sign which reads Ipoh and Sungai Buloh – that was the time when I blanket my ego and went down to the field. “Where the fuck are we….good lord, I think we are heading all the way to Rawang!” We entered to one of the roads that lead us to the Sungai Buloh’s Medical Centre and drove back to the opposite side of the highway – the road leading back to Damansara – for sure.

“I knoooww…” mocked both subordinates of Clan Black Harrier. So much being a confident egotistical hetero-minded jerk. Oh, and Megan Mobsquad – for whatever reason, managed to stay put throughout the entire detour without even thinking of pulling over at the nearest stop to a W.C.     

“I knoooowwww……” 

Leia Mais…
Saturday, February 20, 2010

Chapter 8: Post CNY Stimulus

Chapter 8: The Chinese New Year holidays has finally come to an end and everyone is suffering from the Sunday blues especially for this one-Sunday; where the nightmare for every corporate Tom, Dick and Harry will be suffering from an endless blow of emails from their clients, bosses, and even Facebook Notifier.

Most definitely everyone will leave their Facebook active in their browser while working on their usual tasks for the day; unless if the company bans the site due to foolish reasons that the management came out with. A white page filled the entire screen with words so big even my grandmother can read it without her spectacles on ‘SITE BANNED – PORNOGRAPHY’ Such ludicrous excuse that is so ridiculously implemented.– in order to receive the latest updates on their friend’s status which plays the role as a ‘Sharing-The-Dread’ Session (“STD” Session).  

Then comes in hundreds of pictures being tagged by other friends who have all the fucking time in the world to upload the pictures right after lunch – On that particular time, the brain cells of other Facebook users will stimulate and their attention span increases by 35%.

The 35% stimulus exerts due to the phenomenon of users who uploads pictures shot during the past festivity thus tagging it in their album without one’s consent and anticipation. Situations such as facial expressions that are not ready before shots were taken, blurry shots or awfully painful to look will cause other users to disengage a natural human reaction called critics or comments.

Once a critic has been posted on a particular photo, hence comes in the next stage of human reaction – which is retaliation or reply-comment. “Damn girl, you look fatter after the Chinese New Year! Am sure you had so much fun with the lavish FNB eh?...lol” “Really? Look at yourself! I don’t think the camera like you very much… Maybe next time, you should be the one snapping the pictures instead!...hahaha” and do you realise that each criticizing comments will end up with an element of laughter such as hehe, haha, or lol? Well, reason for that is to balance up the weight of the critic so that it may not sound too rude. 

Happy Facebooking. 

Leia Mais…
Wednesday, February 10, 2010

Chapter 7: Back to Basics

Chapter 7: The place where I can have a piece of mind is definitely at the gaspers’ section in DOME. Though for the past couple of months ago, lawyers heckled me with questions as if being in a one-way mirrored room at the popo’s station under a supervision of an inspector who eats glass and bricks for lunch. Whatever, I thought - as those lawyers are actually the boys appointed by that reckless motorcyclist which ive got into an accident nine months ago. I have four – do the math!

Nine and he wants to cause such hassle by filing a case just to pocket a penny or two. I sat at the café with a book in hand; the endless pack of nicotine sticks inhaled one after another and of course, my usual cup of caffeine.

Currently my body is suffering from a drastic ache due to the lack of exercise six months back which now makes me the next ‘Walter Breuning’ in line.

Yes, I do need all the exercise I can get – moreover the Chinese New Year Reunion Dinner is just around the corner thus it wouldn’t look nice if I would constantly decline Aunt Agony’s chopstick full of dishes ready to attack empty bowls seen on the table. That’s definitely one heck of an agonizing situation caused by Aunt Agony who has a passion for tormenting ‘underfed’looking victims.

“Why on earth are you only eating greens, eggs and tou-foos?” said Katana Eyes as if ive just subscribed to a loosey-goosey evangelical magazine written by Neo-Puritans during our lunch break.

“Well, I need all the proteins I can get. According to my fitness trainer, he said that my muscle mass dropped like UBS AG back in 06!” She tersely said “Damn well you need all the proteins you can get, boy!”

Silence.

Leia Mais…
Monday, February 8, 2010

Chapter 6: Hair Raiser!

Chapter 6: No it has nothing to do with the theme where pain is the source of pleasure. Nor some mad psychotic bald headed pale skinned sadistic masochist who pierced hundreds of needles on his face as if its the trend of the 21st century. This is a story of a typical after-work setting when the sluggish traffic’s a whore and the sun is a bitch.

The scorching heat and the humid air makes your pores sweat. The car temperature starts to rise whilst the gas meter nearing to an E. By the time you hit the nearest stop light, the temperature reached to the highest bar. Your heart starts pounding and your cell phone life only depends on its remaining 20%.

That happened four hours ago…

I was this close (3 inches to be precise) to knock on heaven’s door – or hell (which I hope my merits are not pathetically low) I parked the car nearest to the shopping mall adjacent to few shop lots where one is-praise the lord-a workshop. I knew there was something amiss; despite the constant routine of filling in H2Os to the radiator, the meter was burning up.

Ive got a mechanic to check the radiator and apparently quote with such horror unquote; the hose that connects the radiator to the engine was separated. Worst case scenario: The engine will burst into flames and the driver – best not to describe. I’ve called up Black Harrier’s second aide, the walking GPS of the clan, the seer of all things in the firm, the walkthrough when gamers are lost, Black Mamba for some quick solution.

Thankfully, our Blackberries sync hence there wasn’t much percentage to be drained. “It’s best that you leave the car at Black Harrier’s Residence – get it repaired tomorrow – already spoken to the Black Harrier – you’re good to go” It was indeed a pleasant instruction. Hallelujah

That wasn’t the end, the mechanic advised that the car should be cooled off even though he patched up the hose since the gasket is fried. If it isn’t replaced as soon as possible, I would need a casket as a replacement for. Perhaps what he would rather replace was trough tunneling a hole in my wallet.

Therefore I gambled the situation by cooling down the engine and went for a quick bite quote my last supper unquote before bursting into flames and becoming the next Marvel superhero with the blazing skull. Tandoori Chicken – that was it – so much for a grand meal – moreover how ironic it was for the way Tandoori Chicken is prepared.

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As soon as I started the engine, I zoomed off to Black Harrier’s Residence - and that was the last time I would be manning any wheels for the night. (Yes-I took the New York Style back home.

Leia Mais…
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