Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Merdeka 2012 Song/Video Clip, "Janji Ditepati": Pure Brilliance

First we have the highly artistic independence day logo.

Now we have a video clip of the Merdeka 2012 song.

The deep lyrics, the mind-blowing video...just pure brilliance.

Somebody please give Mr Rais Yatim an award already!

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Merdeka 2012 Logo: Masterpiece

I'm sure most people especially netizens have seen our 2012 Merdeka logo.

I don't know what's the fuss about, but I think it is indeed a masterpiece.

Look at how intricate the design is.  It moved me to tears seeing how beautiful, and haunting this logo is.

Even the meanings of each logo was poignantly written.

Phrases like "kedaulatan dipertahankan".  'M' for "maju" and "makmur" 'coz we can afford the taxes imposed on us on cars that are cheaper overseas, and that we have never tried to kill each other.  "Janji Ditepati" for all the promises made (I'm positively sure that my kids will get the 1Malaysia Netbook during the second phase which was promised a month after the first batch got theirs.  Anytime now.)  The usage of the 1Malaysia logo that we will never get sick of because it's just fucking genius, and of course, hey, a new vocabulary is coined: Erdeka.  Bahasa Melayu teachers, please take note on this.

Just reading what these mystical symbols mean - I was like, immediately, the independence spirit of the Federation of Malaya reverberates within my soul.

I cannot imagine the amount of blood, sweat and tears poured to create this brilliant work of art.  The tutorial video below will.  Blow.  Your.  Mind.

And of course, with all great things, come great memes.

So, how would you describe the genius that is the Merdeka logo in just one word? :D

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Rainforest World Music Festival 2012 - DONE IT!

After years of wishful thinking, I finally made it to one of the world's famous musical event, the Rainforest World Music Festival at Kuching, Sarawak.

Did it live up to its hype?

Oh hell yeah.

I instantly regretted not getting the 3-day pass.

I only went for the Saturday concert, paying RM90 for the ticket (got it from a friend's sister - who coincidentally sat next to me in the plane!).  As you can see, the original price is RM110.

While waiting for our flight to Kuching, we bumped into a few familiar faces from our hometown - also with the same mission.

Back at our hotel, there were more!  It's like I never left my hometown.

We stayed at Pullman, which was a really sweet hotel.

Which coincidentally was the perfect spot to hop the shuttle bus to the Sarawak Cultural Village (where the festival was held).

The Hills Shopping Mall was at the upper and lower ground of the hotel, and that was where the main pick up was.  It was awesome to know that we didn't have to walk a distance to catch the bus.

The bus fare by the way was RM15 for one way, and it departs hourly.

The journey takes about an hour by bus to the SCV.

As soon as we alight from the bus, instead of going to where the festival was, our attention was diverted to ANOTHER festival, a beach festival at Damai Beach Plaze (or that's how I recalled it), opposite of the SCV.

There was nothing much to see there so we headed to the Sarawak Cultural Village, just across the road, where the real party was at.

Once we're tagged, metal scans were waved at and our bags checked.  

We were then officially RWMF 2012 party goers.

Only after taking hundreds of photos of my RWMF tag, we bumped into the Hitz.fm Chicken!

In the village, there were many booths set up which provided a plethora of services - food vendors, airbrush tattoo, awesome tribal design shaving service, manicures; and also selling a variety of stuffs - RWMF merchandise, souvenirs, accessories, bags, ukeleles (yes, ukeleles) and many more.

I, of course HAD to get the official RWMF 2012 tshirt.

As we wandered around the cultural village, something caught my eye.

Being the cheapskate that I am, I jumped on the opportunity.  Airbrushing is prettier, but it costs more.

That airbrushed goldfish which can last for only about 5 to 7 days costed RM30.

On the other hand, my awesome Sarawakian tribal henna design would last as long, at one third of the price.

But then again, I was wrong.

By dusk, the henna dried and flaked off, looking how it was supposed to look.

But it faded the next day and it looked like I scalded my arm, wtf.

After having an expensive lunch (the price is hiked 'coz you can't bring outside food), we killed time by attending the workshops.  More like surveying, and staying only if it's interesting enough.

The Talking Tablas workshop:

These are done by Malaysian Indians, so we scooted off to see something more foreign.

There was an angklung workshop at the theatre. 

 Though it was very Malaysian too, it was very interesting plus the air-conditioned hall was to die for.

And we got to play the angklung! The audience became the orchestra.  Radical.

The next workshop we went was the Congolese kwasa kwasa dance - a bootylicious dance where the audience were invited to dance along.

I didn't get to dance here 'coz the hall was jam packed with sweaty bodies, plus we couldn't see anything anyway from behind, so we decided to go back to the theatre to check out a workshop on an instrument I can't pronounce - String Txalarparta.  Bet you tried pronouncing it in your head as well and failed miserably.

It was just two Spanish dudes having a stick-banging duel.  Again, we appreciated the air-conditioning of the hall.

The concert started at 7.20 p.m., so we decided to go there early to secure a nice spot.  I've seen the photos and I can already imagine the crowd.

It was held at an open space at the edge of the cultural village.

Noon time
By the time we reached there, there were even more people who were earlier.

If you can get pass my badly lit face, you can see the area was filling up.
Then by nightfall...

Full fucking house!

The night was opened by a Malaysian performance called Gongs of Malaysia, which was basically your everyday traditional dance performance.

Then the magic of world music started when Khusugtun, a band of performers from Mongolia  took the stage.

Their music was enchanting and haunting at the same time, what with their traditional instruments and distinct style of throat singing.

Then there was Danyel Ward from Reunion Islands (a French island - yes, I helped you Wiki it), jamming some psychedelic tunes, the Malaysian Diplomats of Drum which was more banghra-ish, but the best performance that night was from Brazil, the Raiz De Cafezal.

The whole field started sambaing like mad!  Or trying to dance something samba-ish.  And I couldn't possibly miss out all the fun.  It was just too awesome.

It's like a huge outdoor party where all the cool people from all over the world gather.  There was even a 'mud party section' where hardcore party goers can get down and dirty.

The last performer of the night was from Czech Republic called Cankisou.  We didn't stay too long to watch it as we didn't really feel the music - plus we didn't want to risk taking the last bus at 1.30 p.m.

The number of people waiting for the bus was overwhelming.  If everyone lines up in just one line, the last person would have reached the moon, I swear.

We had to line up for a good 30 minutes, and the one hour journey back to Kuching took an extra half an hour due to the jam and blocking vehicles along the road.

But all in all, I SO WANNA GO AGAIN.

And this time, I'm taking the 3-day pass.

Here are some tips for you RWMF virgins who are jealous of me as we speak and plan to go next year:

1. Book your flight and hotel a year earlier.  I booked mine last December and I got awesome deals from Airasia and Agoda.com (hence the swanky hotel).

2. Get a 3 day pass!  It's expensive, but definitely worth it.  Check for online deals for cheaper price.

3. Get informed on how to take a bus there.  You can take a taxi, but it will cost a bomb.

4. Dress comfortably - think flip flops, shorts, tanks etc.  Leave your high heels at home.  And travel light when you're there.  The cultural village is a huge place, and you need to jump and dance during the concert.

5. You can't bring outside food, so do bring some cash to buy food - it will be slightly expensive too.  Plus you need to get some beer, no?

6. You might wanna just party at night, but do take the time to attend the workshops - you'll get first hand new musical knowledge, play a foreign instrument and learn a new dance.

7. Be prepared to get wet.  Get a poncho.  And if you're awesome enough, join the mud party.  I would've joined in the fun if my hotel was only 5 minutes away.

8. Bring your party peeps.  It will be much more fun when you're in a group.  Not saying that going with just a boyfriend/girlfriend is boring, but you get my drift.  You don't go clubbing with JUST your partner, do you?

9. It's called the Rainforest WORLD Music Festival.  So expect world music, not your every day mainstream chart toppers.  Open your mind and ears to music you never listened before -it's good for your soul.

10. Last but not least, don't just sit on your ass even though you have secured a good spot - make your way in the middle of the 10,000 crowd, and just fucking dance and party like a rockstar.

Here's to hoping I can go for RWMF 2013.  Carol and Joan, mari! :D

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

2 Years Old!

Who? Me!

Today I turn 2 as a teacher in service.

Two years ago, I dreaded my job.  I hated my unwilling to learn kids.  I cracked my head all the time to figure out the best way to teach them.  I was overwhelmed by the many non-teaching assignments given.  And I badly, so badly wanted to get out of the system by pursuing my Masters.

Then a year ago, I learned a whole lotta shit.  Good ones and bad ones.

And today, I'm proud to say that I'm getting better at this job.

In fact, this year, I didn't get depressed or stressed when my whole class failed or have a bunch workload to get done in a short amount of time.

I just accept things as they are, come what may.

Kids being a pain? Demerit their asses off.  Kids fail? Whatever, that's nothing much I can do about it when they have the proficiency of a 7 year old.  Kids write bad essays? Make a video out of it.  Too much work? Go on overdrive mode.  Meetings?  Play with tablet.  Problem solved.

Only yesterday I caught two kids lying on the floor in the Bilik Gerakan instead of sitting on the chairs making me think they were absent.  Instead of wasting my breath on them (well, I did scream at them when I first found out), I think of horrible ways to get back at them.  Will execute evil plan the next time I have class with them.

That's how I do.

With this new set of mentality that I have, I am less angrier, and more contented with my life.  Notice that I have less emo/angry posts?

I never thought I'd say this but, I no longer have the strong urge to pursue my Masters.  I think that I could say a few more years in school before going to a higher institution.  Which I heard isn't a walk in the park either.

Also, I have forged an amazing relationship with my colleagues.  If I ever get transferred, I wonder if I'd be able to have colleagues as cool as them.  This is one of the reasons I could stay where I am right now, no matter how shitty my school can get.  There are of course, horrible, horrible colleagues, but I have my awesome ones to bitch about them with.

All the cliches are true: what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, experience is the best master, yada yada.  Well, I can only think of that two for now.

So yeah, to all those new teachers who are frustrated with your job as a teacher, know that it gets better. 

I would also like to thank all the experienced teachers who have consoled me through my tough times.  You know who you are.

I'm a two year old teacher and damn, life did get better.

Happy 2nd Anniversary to me and to all my friends! :D


Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Something Awesome This Weekend

It happens every year, during the second week of July, in Kuching, Sarawak.

And I'm finally going to be there to be part of it.

Will brag all about it soon. :D

Monday, July 9, 2012

Retarded Facebook Names

I did it before and I'm going to do it again.

Till somebody gets charred up burned to finally have senses to use their real name or at least not a super lame fake name.

Of course, these are dumb teenagers who think they are so cool.

Enjoy feeling bad for these kids.

Up first, we have the super bad ass kids.

'Coz who wouldn't wanna party with rockstars, right?  Super radical man.

Then we have the disgustingly love struck youths.


Last but not least, the just very weird ones.