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Name: Chee Choong
Country: Malaysia
State: Petaling Jaya
Birthday: 11/7/1981
Gender: Male
Interests: Modern media: music, movies, TV, books. Sports: tennis, football
Expertise: Doing exams, maths and hopefully science
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Message: message me
Member Since:
3/22/2004
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| Goodbye Xanga.
I can now be found here:
http://www.livejournal.com/~mint81
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| Music reviewing is a more difficult a task to tackle than it seems at
first. I don't envy the job music reviewers have (especially the ones
who actually care about what they are writing). The problem is music is
so mood dependent. It is so easy to pass things over when you are just
not in the mood for it. How many times have we come back to a song much
later just to discover what we had missed the first time around? With a
music review job however, you have a deadline to keep and music you
have to plough through to get there. More often than not, the job done
ain't pretty. And we haven't even gone into the issues of taste.
On the other hand, being a movie reviewer to me seems so much easier.
You get free viewings and when you are stuck in a dark room for
about two hours, its easy to get into the feel of things. The process
of getting to know a movie is so much more accomodating. Which brings
to mind, I would like to be a movie reviewer, hehe. So, would countless
others, with one person immediately springing to mind.
Oh yeah, and since this has been removed from my Yahoo message status
in place of this. Go watch Sepet. Its not the best movie in the world
but its a real gem if you are Malaysian or ever lived around here.
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| I haven't blogged for a long time. Most people have forgotten about
this place. I still remember it though since its mine and once in a
while I do blog.
Its always the things we do not possess that seem to radiate the
promise of filling all that we lack. Then, as we stand on the plateau
of the new promised soil, we see the cracks that once went unheeded at
our side. If the goals we seek are only the illusions that mask the
journey, shouldn't that mean it matters not where the road begins and
where it ends? If life is but a collage of memories that parades
through our consciousness as our tape winds down to its last reels,
wouldn't it be lovely if we can see the threads that bind it all
together? But until the curtains fall, all I have are eyes that see too
perfectly, a mind that reasons too much, a heart that feels too little,
an eager pair of legs and a world I want to share.
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| After lazing off for the past month or so on this blog and life in general, I've finally decided to make a comeback on this blog with a story on the ... TV. The good old-fashioned television doesn't get enough credit nowadays. People have even started calling it the 'idiot box', imagine that.
But where would we be without the TV? If it didn't get so affordable that everyone could afford to own one or at least drop by at places which own them. Nowadays, everybody's seen everything. I can imagine how the desert looks like. The north pole? Old story, saw it when I was a toddler. 1000 feet under the sea? Same thing. All thanks to the good old television. Sometimes, we wonder why Columbus or Magellan or any of their shipmates bothered to sail months and months into the sea just to get afflicted by scurvy. But back then, maybe they just really wanted to see how India and the Indians looked like. See, if they did not do all that travelling, they would never know. Never. People can describe to them in stories. They may read about it. But there was no way to see. In the good old days, artists were treasured because they could give amazingly faithful renditions of real life (none of this abstract and surrealism business, mind you). True-to-life renditions was what people wanted because there wasn't any other way to see for yourself.
Of course, photography changed all that. And then, came the television. By now, everyone's seen space. And we all take it for granted that we know how it looks. So, here I've stopped awhile to acknowledge the impact the 'idiot box' has had on our lives. How it can incessantly satiate our every curiosity. How every image that exist in this world and those that exist just in our heads are at our beck and call. How many lives we can live through and experience vicariously. How it can numb us to the possibility of all that knowledge. And how we begin to learn to shut them out. And how the flood of all those possibilities slowly drowns our desire for them. | | |
| Went to Penang over the long holiday for a vacation while attending a
cousin's wedding. Had to admit it was a nice little family vacation.
Stayed at the Northem, which really had an excellent view. Anyway, it
was a simple wedding, none of the frills. Nice and sweet. Most of my
cousins and closer relatives are getting married nowadays. Last year, I
just went for another one where I actually had the chance to go around
doing some preparations and tagging along for most of the ceremonies.
This one my participation was much lower, since this is a slightly more
distant relative. Still, its sweet to see someone who was more or less
a childhood peer get married and all that. Seeing that I am more or
less the youngest among my relatives, I will probably get to see the
rest of them get married as well one by one.
And judging from the deluge of toddlers at the wedding dinner, a new
generation seems to have arrived. I always figured that kids around 3
to 4 are mini terrors, so it was quite a surprise to see a kid who was
actually more adorable at 4 then he was as a baby. Funny how these
things happen sometimes.
On another note, who else wants to go Singapore? I, John and Nick are
confirmed. Invitation is still open. We can go shopping or maybe visit
the zoo and the safari. Or if you so desire, you can accompany me while
I spend a couple of hours browsing record stores and blowing money on
those printed plastic discs that I hope to find there.
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