The rise and terrible fall of the AIM!

Anugerah Industri Muzik should really be renamed Anugerah Siti Nurhaliza, judging by the number of awards she receives year in and year out. No doubt she's good, but come on, next to Ning? You gotta be kidding...

Just when we thought the industry would get a whiff of fresh air, we get more Siti instead. Won't somebody shoot her?Talk about an overrated artist...You know what agitates me even more? People who use their own names as a 'kata ganti diri pertama'. Siti amat berterima kasih kepada blah blah, kerana yakin pada Siti. Siti berharap blah blah... whatever happened to 'saya'?

Other than that, Reshmonu's win in three of his seven nominations its truly commendable, and his performance was refreshing... did you see what they did to Mariah's 'My All'? A disastrous affair indeed.

Since the AIM won't go very far in providing opportunities for growth to independent artists,and local english ones, we should very well be thankful for the likes of PanGlobal for taking the first step forward on their behalf. Check out www.musiccanteen.com to discover truly passionate and talented musicians, not those signed with major labels to milk our money. Another thing, how is it that Ning, Resh, Sasi and many others can keep their prices at a reasonable range without compromising on quality? So Siti, the next time you scream "stop piracy", maybe you could lower the price of your expensive music and watch the fans flock to get the original.

Local universities. A cry of frustration...

They say that there's nothing like uni life, and these are the years that you'll recall with fondest memories.

Really?

I've met more idiots and unopinionated, spineless, ignorant and socially inept people here than interesting ones with a zest for life. There are a few, though. Those of whom I attribute my sanity to and feel honoured to know.

No societies (think the Interact and Leo Club) where you could meet unique people, organize and participate in great activities. Every club is made up of nerds, nerds and more nerds! And these nerds jump in glee at the prospect of organising more academic-related activities.

Proms are made up of lengthy speeches and academic awards. How much boring can it get? A friend of mine refused to wear a dress that had a low neckline because the Dean was gonna be there. See how they kill the fun? Goodness, it wasnt cleavage bearing low, nor was it Jennifer Lopez low. It was just a tad lower than your usual top.

Chemistry Night and Pharmnight and Physics night is where you go to have nerdy fun. I would love to attend the Communications night, or the Fine Art's Night(if they have any) just to prove my own allegations wrong; that outgoing people are not a protected species in local institutions! But it'll be so 'muka tembok' of me to barge into something like that! :)

So here I am, about to enter my final year, with no feelings of contentness, only those of frustration because i'm surrounded by kiasu geeks who cant look up from their textbooks to smile and say hi. Who cant take a break and read the newspaper instead. Who dont seem to have anything to say about anything. Whose idea of fun is sitting in a lab more than 10 hours a day.

I guess i'm just too happening for a local uni...heheh! I tried looking for a money tree in my backyard. Honest, I did! But there were none. That's why I'm here.

Some guys are just nimrods

What is it with Indian guys and Chinese girls? I'm not a sour grape and neither am I a racist. Heck, I'm all for intercultural marriages. For a number of reasons.

1. this is Malaysia
2. this is the modern age.
3. It's so sweet.
4. They produce some of the most beautiful babies.
5. They produce some of the most beautiful babies.
6. They produce some of the most beautiful babies.

Trust a girl with her biological clock gong-ing away, to come up with that.;)

Anyway, back to my point. And you can't take offense on what i'm writing,coz this is how I see it. Here's where my roots grow horns.

I've noticed many Indian guys clutching their Chinese girlfriends around Indian girls, aware that they're being watched. As if they've proven something and want to proclaim it to the world. I'm SO NOT exaggerating here. Look around. Indirectly, they're saying "Look at me, Look at me!" That's a pathetic way of begging for attention and it irks me. You're probably thinking that I'm jealous, aren't you? Well, I'm not.And I'M NOT TALKIN ABOUT ALL INDIAN GUYS, MIND YOU! I'm talking about the ones who've grown up knowing almost only one culture, the Indian culture. To them it's akin to conquering a continent.

They behave differently from the ones who've had wide exposure to all races and have many friends of these races. To these guys,it's normal and nothing out of the ordinary. SO they don't behave like arses in public, being all lovey-dovey and touchy-feely in shopping complexes and such. Wanting the whole world to see that they're the select few who've gained some sort of sick recognition from another culture. Wanting the world to see the fair prize they've won despite being a third class race in the country.This is what they portray!

I know of indian guys who list fairness as a pre-requisite for a future bride.But it doesnt matter that THEY are as dark as ebony. Where's the sense in that?

I know Indian guys with non-indian gfs who dont behave that way. If they can be normal, why cant the others? I guess it all boils down to feelings of inferiority that they desperately want to conceal.

And I'm not putting down the Chinese gf coz most of the times they don't realise that their boyfriend is acting like an idiot. Same goes for many who have mat salleh partners. Hell, it's just a form of cross breeding (pemilihan berarah,you could say), no one won a nobel prize to be all airy about!

Bollywood Follywood....

There was a time when I'd anticipate the 4pm ntv7 hindi movies on Sundays. And on Saturdays. And hit the cinemas whenever there's a new release from the land of Khans and Chopras. And buy the pirated copies to go emotionally insane again,over and over.

Hallelujah. Those days are gone.

Honestly, hindi movies are not in the least intriguing. Besides, it doesnt at all leave space for the imaginative minds to wander. If you've seen one, you've seen them all.

I've come to this point where i groan when I channel surf and come across one of these. Heck,even Hrithik Roshan is beginning to look like a grasshopper! Every actress look the same, and it's the same storyline again and again.
Boy meets girl.Boy is poor. Girl's parents intervene. Blah, blah, song,blah, blah, song, blah..kiss and make up...song.Blah! Irritating to the bone!

The last one I watched was k3g. Even this gets to me. Why k3g? if you can waste time watching a three hour movie, i'm sure you could spend a few seconds extra saying the full title.

K2H2- kuch kuch hota hai..
DDLJ- diwale dulhania le jayenge..
LOTR-lord of the rings..heck, the abreviation and the full title have the same number of syllables,so why abreviate?! POTC????

But then again, at least they're making good money. Look at our film industry. Mami Jarum?? Senario, the movie???

Tale of an exasperated shopper..and an idiotic saleslady...

Dont you just hate the way the sales people at supermarkets hover around you and tail along everywhere you go, adjusting everything that you've touched?

That's what happened just now at Parkson. I went bonkers when i saw that the tom's club baby tees were all going for RM10, so i was looking through the folded tops for sizes and pretty designs. Every item that i unfolded, i folded it back perfectly, yet the stupid sales lady wanted to prove something by refolding everything that I laid my finger on.

So i thought i'd piss her off a lil. You know that rectangular cagey-looking thing where they put all the folded clothes in? Well i went around the whole thing, touching everything and opening up everything that i could just to spite her. The wonderful part of it all was that she didnt quit her pace at all, but she kept up her glares. This was surely the employee of the month, I thought.

Then, as I walked away to look at other stuff, I overheard her say to her colleague," Sabar je lah"... Actually there were quite a number of tops that I wanted to get, but just to irritate her, I didnt just yet. About 10 minutes later, I appeared in front of her face...shuffled through the clothes again,for a loooonoog time..and this time, I didnt bother folding it back. Tried on a few that fitted perfectly and left. But not before turning around to give her a killer smirk while she was ardously folding,folding,and folding.

Some sales people (sales executive,if you may)are such twits that they border the silly-arse line!