Wednesday, April 23, 2008

"All is God"


"All is God"

God is against us,
what should we do?
God is against us,
should we be blue?

The world is cruel,
should we be cruel too?
Lives are endangered,
diseased with broken-heartedness.

God is cruel,
Consume all money,
God is cruel,
Left not one single penny.

I know it sounds hopelessly evil,
Inhaling air to make it veiled,
But every breath is painful,
Nothing left, only drowned loss' full.

Friends we know before,
Pretends not to know anymore,
The world is always taking more,
Returning nothing but sore.

God is cruel,
Breaks many hearts,
God is cruel,
Left many to smell fart.

The Skinny is strong,
The Fat is weak,
The in-betweens are helpless,
Left lonely to exist.

God is against us,
what should we do?
God is against us,
you're still doubting, are you?

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

"Insel der schönen Maide"

As an actor, I have a very simple principle. If anyone respects my talent, and offered me a job, then I will accept it and do the best I can, regardless of the part. There are few genuine offers nowadays, is either the director said something about giving you a part, then kept silent for long periods of time, which eventually leads to nowhere! How frustrating and unfair to the part of the actor who has openly agreed to accept it due to the respect given to that particular director. And I am talking only about the locals.

How refreshing it was when a director from Germany who offered me a part for his short film project. That's a different story. I met him one fine afternoon at the swimming pool. His name is Peter Wolfgang Schwirtz. I was in my swimming trunks and passed him several times, in which he gave me a smile. After a few laps, I came up all wet and he approached me with an offer. He introduced himself and explained his interest about seeing me in his film set on a beautiful island somewhere nearby Langkawi. It was an all-expense paid affair, and only takes about 3 days to complete shooting. He complimented me about my looks and said I have the "beauty of a woman with primal masculinity."

The trip to Langkawi was beautiful. At the airport, I met with 11 other girls who looks very Pan-Asian, but I suspect some to be Persian, all foreginers. We didn't talk much to each other, but I was the only male in the party. Wolfgang said the shoot is very private, and no pictures of the shooting location is allowed. I even have to get permission to write this in my blog, in which he agreed to as long as I keep the details general. The skeleton of the production crew consisted of 6 crew, all Germans. Everybody was very nice to each other, and talked mostly in English because no one understands each other's native language. The island was kept private and not revealed to all of the talents except it is owned by a rich local tycoon. I couldn't care to ask much, considering I am actually getting paid quite well for this acting part, which requires no speaking dialogue, only body language and expression.

Wolfgang already briefed me about the short film, which is going to be shown privately in Berlin for a rich businessman for his viewing pleasure, and to commemorate the death of his wife. Throughout the 2 days in the island, we stayed at this beautiful house, complete with Pinoy servants. The 11 girls were dressed quite revealingly and shot around the island. There weren't much storyline or dialogue in the film. My scene particularly has me in the neck chain, and wearing a leather and linen loin-cloth that makes me look like the Asian tarzan. My scene were mostly serving the maidens, played by the 11 girls. I have to pour olive oil on one girl named Tiger Lola and massage her scalp and hair. Other scenes I have crawl under a pile of leaves and embracing the ground in rapturous-like feeling, as directed by Wolfgang. I also have to dance around the fire, and roll myself around the mud. When there are close-ups, I would have to exaggerate my expressions like those done in the silent film era. It was fun and tiring at the same time, but hey, it's all work.

Friday, April 11, 2008

Holes in My Squares

Today I went for my massage by this blind masseur. He just opened his shop with his other friend who is also blind. To attract their customers, they got this on-going promotion, where each new customer will receive a card. For each visit, a hole will be punched into the card. The card consisted of 10 squares. If you've taken 10 massages from them, they will give you 1 free massage.

So the card is important to show the completed punched 10 holes in order to qualify the customer for their free massage. Since they are blind, I often reminded the masseur to punch the right hole correctly. This is because I want the free massage. I shouted, "Punch the hole correctly, ok!"

My fear came true, when the blind masseur punched the holes too close together, and not in the squares. So when I brought this up, the 2 of them laughed hysterically. I wonder what's the joke. And more importantly, what's wrong with the 2 of them!

The task of punching the hole in the card seem like an arduous task to them, judging from the time the blind masseur took to inspect my card and feeling his way through, then reaching for the puncher and measure the card. They also keep an extra card as a record for themselves, so that means they have to measure the 2 cards! When I found out, I asked them why they keep an extra card, and they said they're afraid their customers will punch the holes themselves without their knowledge, so as to unethically qualify them for the freebie. From that point on, they laughed! Probably relishing their clever scheme of having 2 identical cards.

The process will requires them to put the 2 cards together and slid it in the puncher to punch. Sometimes they missed the square and make a hole outside the square. As blind as they maybe, they can massage my whole body very well, but when it comes to a simple task like punching a hole in a square, they missed the mark. And laughed like 2 hysterical blind mices which makes me wonder even more.

Sunday, April 6, 2008

Thunder struck a building's rooftop afire the moment I wrote this.

Seriously, thunder struck outside my friend's office, where I wrote this piece. I was using my friend's computer at Masjik Jamek, just opposite Mydin. Suddenly, the lights went out! Everything, including the computer where I wrote this piece about colours all disappered! It happened at exactly 5.55pm today 6 April. My heart skipped a bit, because I really put in the thought in the writing. Thankfully, I got the piece out again the 2nd time. Phew...All praise to the heavenly power above for showing that you agree. Here's the piece:

When I was a boy I was Colour Blind. Even when my mother taught me about the different colours in the rainbow with a rotan in her fist, I was still Colour Blind. Until I was old enough to leave home, then only I allowed myself to be lured by the different wonderful colours of the rainbow, and loved them all so passionately even if they weren't originally from the rainbow spectrum, be it black or brown.

My colours are still blind even when each colour I came to love gravitated towards each other to form a group and left me out. This rejection left me to become this little lost blind colour roaming in the big blue sky, with the hope to be associated with any colour group.

Then one special day, I became well-known in the whole of the rainbow world and was associated with the brightest colour of them all: Yellow. Soon I began to see pictures, lots of pictures and was amazed. The amazement doesn't last long when I realised my colour came from one part of the rainbow that is dominant with only one colour in its pictures. Immediately like magic, my Colour Blindness was taken away from me by the Sun.

But I was lucky to occasionally spot some other colours in the big blue sky. The palate may still have its dominant scheme of browns, with a spot of yellow and black here and there. But I still pray to the almighty Sun, that it'll eventually become a beautiful rainbow again.