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Hi

2012-03-25T10:13:00.003-07:00

Salam. It's been long since I last updated my ancient blog here lol. So, here's a confessional poem I wrote to restart this blog. Btw, Epica, my favourite band has just released their new album "Requiem for the Indiffirent". Be sure to check out their latest song "Storm the Sorrow" :) Anyway, enjoy the colourful poem (or die of boredom).

Pain greets me "Hi"-
in the form of a man.

The man wears a black cape
made up of graceful thorns;
and a wailing silhoutte-
that endlessly mourns.

He says to me:
"Let us be friends,
for I can assure thee,
our friendship can never end."

So I stand there in silence
and stare into the blank heaven;
as he gave me the most beautiful embrace-
the Angle of Death could have ever given;

And to him, I reply-
with a painful "Hi".

Caramel Pudding and Tamil Nadu

2011-08-18T07:33:00.000-07:00

Salam all. I was kinda walking around Bazaar Ramadhan (even though i don't think i buy much) when i stumble upon caramel puddings sold there n i was like - rm1 per slice? what the FUUUUUUUUUUUUU =_= Caramel is quite simple to make and hence, i thought, why not make it myself right? so, here we goooooo.

So guys, these are what you need: 6 tablespoons of sugar, 3/4 can of sweetened creamer, 3/4 can of water, a teaspoon of Custard flour, and 6 eggs.

First, heat the sugar in a wok/pan/whatever. As the sugar is being heated up, we can work on the pudding as the sugar dissolves and browns up.

As the sugar is dissolving, mix in the water and the sweetened creamer. Then, add in the custard sugar.

After that, add in the eggs and whisk everything together. When the pudding seems mixed enough, let's get back to the sugar.

The sugar should already be brown by now. Stir it a little and pour the dissolved sugar into a pre-buttered container.

Quickly add in the pudding mixture and you can start steaming the caramel.

Steam the caramel pudding for 15 to 20 minutes.

After 15 to 20 minutes, this is how it should look before we flip it.

Flip it and tadaaa. RM1 per slice (when in fact, the ingredients aren't that much). haha. btw, i dunno why does it seem so ORANGE in this picture. in reality, it's not that orange.

K, that's all. try it. X susah pon. Salam~

Dalam Botol

2011-08-17T12:00:00.000-07:00

Salam. Ok, i'm not talking about THAT THINGY dalam botol as in the movie "Dalam Botol"; but what i'm saying is that lately, i'm feeling bottled up.

Friends of mine who are close to me should know that i'm a guy who likes giving opinions and lately, i've been in a state where i have to hold myself from letting out any opinions and it's driving me nuts =_= why? the 7 months holiday kept me close to my family but since i'm the youngest in my family; any opinions are considered useless and childish - hence, better bottle up my opinions and ship to Tamil Nadu.

ok. it's very unlike me to nag and "mengacom" in my blog (not dat i don't do it in real life) but GRRRRR, something happened today and i haven't met anyone "nag-able". that's it. omg i sound like an ass. sorry for being an ass =_=

kbai. don't be an ass. salam.

Wordless Wednesday 1 : Retrieved from Myspace =_=

2011-08-16T10:32:00.001-07:00

Year - 2010

Ghost of the Effing Past

2011-08-16T08:16:00.000-07:00

Salam all. i was glancing through my old sketch books to acquire inspirations for Saintly Satanic and i found a picture i drew in 2004 which i like (even though it's not that good).

However, i realized that the caption for the picture is sooo mushy2 bluerkkk2 =_= "LOVE will never DIES but it can be killed"?? F, i was 12 and i was writing things about love? i dunno why the heck i did not feel geli2 back then because i'm feeling geli2 now. haha. and notice the FAIL GRAMMAR - dies? for God's sake.

Kbai. Salam.

Birthday Girl and Cheese Tarts XD

2011-08-14T08:47:00.000-07:00

Salam all :) Today is my niece's 6th birthday and i decided to bake her something i never baked before, cheese tarts! i know they look fugly but trust me, they're delicious XD Let's spare the nag and start baking :)

So, these are what you need for the pastry: 100g of butter, 30g of cream cheese, 200g (2 cups) of wheat flour, an egg, a tablespoon of sugar, a pinch of salt.

And these are what you need for the tart filling: 250g of cream cheese, 100g of brown sugar and a teaspoon of vanilla essence. Mini chocolate chips (Optional).

We'll be making the pastry first; so mix the butter, flour and cream cheese together. You won't need fancy machines for this one; so, just use your bare hand.

In a bowl, whisk the egg with a teaspoon of sugar until it fluffs up.

Then, add in the whisked egg little by little into the dough. When that's done, you'll have yourself the pastry. Hence, let's put that away for a while and do the filling.

The filling is very simple. Just mix everything together thoroughly and it's done :)You don't necessarily have to put the vanilla essence. It's optional.

Now, let's get back to the pastry. Mould the dough into flat circle-shaped thingy =_=

Next, put the filling in the middle and sprinkle some mini chocolate chips. When that's done, your cheese tarts are ready to go into the oven at 170'C for about 20 to 25 mins (based on the thickness of your tart actually)

Birthday girl is enjoying her cheese tart XD

Oh ya, Happy Birthday Nur Wani Insyirah XD

That's all folks. Thanx for tuning in. Salam :)

Saintly Satanic - Concept Art 2

2011-08-14T08:26:00.000-07:00

Salam all. Like i've told you before, i'm planning to create an original on9 comic; so, this is my 2nd concept art.

The girl here is one of my main character whose role is a Summoner (notice the Final Fantasy influence here, haha) and the 'monster' is one of her 12 Guardians XD still thinking of the names, so any suggestions? i'll give a brief synopsis to the story in my next concept art of Saintly Satanic so, stay tuned :D

That's all for now. kbai XD

The Chronicles of Kuih Raya 3 : Rocky Brown Cookies

2011-08-13T08:08:00.000-07:00

Salam. Wahhh2, the Chronicles of Kuih Raya is a trilogy now. hahaha XD ok, today, we'll be baking Rocky Brown Cookies (The name is courtesy of someone very dear to me <3 haha)I baked them with my niece, Wani just now. The cookies taste as sweet as dark chocolate so for those who aren't fans of super sweet stuff, this is the right recipe for you! So, let's get the oven BURRRNINGGGG :)

These are what you need: 250g of butter, 3/4 cup of castor sugar, 2 egg YOLK, 100g of ground Nestle Koko Krunch, 200g (2 cups) of wheat flour, 1/2 a cup of cocoa powder, almond nibs.

First, (as always), mix the butter with the castor sugar.

Next, (again, as always) add in the YOLKS.

Koko is sooo cute aite? XD Oh ya, next, grind 100g of Koko Krunch.

In another container, mix the ground Koko Krunch, wheat flour and cocoa powder together.

Okay, mix everything thoroughly now and hence, you're ready to mould the shape!

How do you mould the shape? Well, first take a little piece of the dough and roll it into a ball. Then, press the ball with a fork. Lastly, sprinkle some almond nibs and voila!

Don't forget to "abuse" your niece to carry the tray to the oven. Bake it at 170'C at around 15 to 20 minutes. There you go, Rocky Brown Cookies for Hari Raya :)

That's it guys. Kbai. Salam! XD

Pervert

2011-08-13T00:40:00.000-07:00

Salam all. Ok, I was kinda looking through my old sketchings and found a 3-paged-then-totally-give-up "comic" i drew when i was in standard 6. Let me tell you this, it DID NOT suit my age =_=

That's the first page and i don't think i'll upload the next pages. it was about psychic guys because i was kinda into That's So Raven at that time.

What's so inappropriately perverted? Let's leave that a secret.

I still suck at drawing hands and bodies =_=

Salam.

The Chronicles of Kuih Raya 2 : Biskut Mazola

2011-08-12T05:17:00.000-07:00

Salam. Okay, this is the "sequel" to the Chronicles of Kuih Raya. haha. And it's "Biskut Mazola". I baked them with my mom and yes, it's a classic Kuih Raya as everyone knows. Btw, YOU WON'T NEED A MIXER FOR THIS ONE SO YOU CAN SAFELY KEEP IT IN YOUR CABINET :D So, let's get that oven working!

These are what you need: 200g of wheat flour, 500g of groundnuts, 400g of Icing sugar, 70g of peanut butter and 350g of Mazola oil. Oh ya, you'll also be needing groundnuts and yolk for the topping.

First, mix the flour and the Icing sugar together.

Oh ya grind the 500g of groundnuts.

After the groundnuts are ground, mix in the sugar+flour and the groundnuts together.

Next, add in the peanut butter into the mixture and mix them thoroughly.

Now, add in the Mazola oil and after everything is mixed thoroughly, you can start moulding its shape already :)

Mould the mixture into "balls" and stick half a groundnut into it. Oh ya, don't forget the yolk!

Ok, done! Put in in the oven of 160'C for about 20 minutes and they're good enough for your tummy! XD

That's it. Kbai. Salam :)

Saintly Satanic - Concept Art

2011-08-11T22:14:00.000-07:00

Salam all. Well, I have big dreams before - I still have; though, some are lying on the shelves - dusty and untouched. Last night, I picked up a pencil again and rekindled an old flame of dying passion - drawing. Wahh2, dramatik lebih lak XD

Okay, it's been soooooooo long since I last drawn and last night, i kinda had the idea to make my highschool dream of creating a comic a reality. The storyline and concept of the comic is based on the ideas i had over the years. This is kinda a warm-up to my rusted drawing. The title of the comic? - Saintly Satanic; and i'll be posting the comic here in my blog later on :)

Oh ya, the guy is supposed to be my main character.

That's all, bye, salam!

My Joy and Happiness

2011-08-10T08:24:00.000-07:00

Salam all. Ok, i'm blogging about music the second time. I think those who know me personally know that i'm quite a fan of dark and Gothic music. 9th of August marks the date of Evanescence's release of their latest single, What You Want.

To be honest, i'm a little disappointed with the song AT FIRST - just a little though. Why? Well, I don't quite like the part "Do what you want you want" - it sounds repetitive. Another reason is that it sounds quite pop-ish. However, being a "devout" follower of Evanescence, when i listened to it again and again, i was already subconciously headbanging to the music; so, HELL YEAH Evanescence is back! XD
To be more exact, Amy Lee is back. haha. 3/4 of the original Evanescence line-up already become We Are The Fallen with Carly Smithson from American Idol as their frontwoman. To be honest again, We Are The Fallen is sooooo damn AWESOME! Despite being accused of being Evanescence's clone or copycat, you must take note that WATF are 3/4 of the original Evanescence line-up. The present Evanescence is only 1/4 of the Evanescence from 'Fallen'. personally, i love both Evanescence and We Are the Fallen. I especially adore this song from WATF - Tear The World Down which will be their second song to be released.

Support Evanescence! Support WATF! The world needs more music which are so colourful that it turned black XD

kbai. salam :)

The Chronicles of Kuih Raya 1 :Strawberry? Cornflake Cookies

2011-08-10T03:00:00.000-07:00

Salam all XD Happy fasting XD XD XD this will be the 1st of the so-called many 'kuih raya' recipes i'll be posting this Ramadhan; and this one is called the Strawberry Cornflakes Cookies which i adore sooooo much when i was young (still young though). I've actually done this recipe twice already; mainly because i accidentally put the wrong ingredients on the first go =_= hence, lesson of the day, DO NOT misread your mom's treasured recipe book =_= ok guys, let's get started! XD

These are what you need: 250g of butter, 3/4 cup of castor sugar, 1 egg YOLK, 100g of crushed cornflakes, 200g (2 cups) of wheat flour, 2 teaspoon of red colouring, almond strips, Koko Krunch.

Okay, as always, mix the butter and the castor sugar together.

When the butter and sugar seemed well-mixed, add in the YOLK.

Now, turn your 100g of cornflakes into golden powder :)

When the cornflakes are well ground, mix it with the flour.

Then, mix everything together. btw, THE MIXTURE SHOULDN'T BE AS COARSE AS THE ONE IN THIS PICTURE. IT SHOULD BE SMOOTH AND QUITE TOO SOFT. I PUT TOO MUCH CORNFLAKES IN THIS PICTURE; AND IN CASE YOU'RE WONDERING - YES, THIS WAS THE TIME WHEN I ACCIDENTALLY MISREAD THE RECIPE =__=

After that, add in the colouring so that it has a 'strawberry-ish' look and you should start moulding its shape.

IT"S SUPPOSED TO LOOK KINDA LIKE THIS BUT SINCE I MADE THE MIXTURE TOO COARSE, IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE TO MOULD IT INTO A STRAWBERRY SHAPE. THERE SHOULD BE A PIECE OF KOKO KRUNCH IN IT AND 3 ALMOND STRIPS STUCK INTO IT TO RESEMBLE LEAVES.

Hence, because the mixture was too coarse, I changed the shape into heart-shaped cookies.

Then again, if you're having trouble with the correct recipe, you can always put it in paper cups. By the way, the cookies in this photo are taken from the second time i baked them - hence, the correct recipe. However, the problem with the correct recipe is that; the mixture will be too soft. Hence, if you feel that the mixture is too soft, then you should be assured that you're doing fine :)

So, there you go. Try it. It's my first of the many recipes of 'kuih raya' which i'll be posting later on. KBAI. salam.

Broken Ark (PMR Kedah Trial 2007)

2011-06-30T23:31:00.000-07:00

Salam all. Fwahhh. This blog seems a little dusty. haha. I know its been sooo long since i last updated this blog. Well, it's because I'm staying at my sister's in Shah Alam to provide her some post-natal care =.= Anyway, this is an essay I'd done when I was substituting Auntie Siti for her tuition class. It's a question on PMR Kedah Trial 2007. There was some pictures and you must provide the ending for it. Anyway, start reading and yawn yourself to utmost boredom!

Errors are like the sails on the ark of life – they determine the course of which life sets sail; either towards the catastrophic doom of self-destruction or towards the triumphant glory of success. For those who fail to manage their errors rightfully, they will be overwhelmed by failure and lead themselves towards the former. However, for those who are able to cope with these errors, they will earn the golden opportunity to set their course of lives towards the latter. The story of which I am about to narrate regards a boy who rose from the ashes of his burnt ark of life like a mighty phoenix and flew towards his promised land of success to claim his rightful victory over life’s own suffering. It is the story of a boy named Bara.

Bara was an average “kampung” boy who lived a less-than-mediocre life with his father and two sisters. The word “easy” was never present in his vocabulary throughout his high school life. While other high school children face the hardship of unsatisfying flavours of fried chicken, Bara was weighed down by a more unsavoury hardship - the burden of having to work and support his family financially. Ever since his father was diagnosed with cancer, Bara had to carry the responsibility of becoming the backbone of his family and sacrifice having a normal teenage life. Every morning, he would wake up as early as 3 to bust his sweat collecting latex to generate some few ringgits for his family. Being lazy was not an option for him – he had to be hardworking.

Although it always seemed like the weight of the world was constantly pulling Bara down the ground, he never thought about quitting his studies – not even once. He never let his hard and busy student-cum-worker’s life drift him away into the tainted river of educational deprivation. In the beginning of 2011, his efforts finally paid off; he received an offer letter to enrol himself into Universiti Malaya. He was overflowed with euphoria; the thought of furthering his studies in one of the most prestigious universities in Malaysia was certainly mind-blowing but the thought of having to leave his ailing father and his two sisters tore him apart. He was ensnared in a dark pit of dilemma.

He constantly thought about rejecting the offer but when the news got into the hands of his bedridden father, he was assured to accept the offer. His father who was usually only barely able to stand was so happy that he sprang out of his bed and did ‘the chicken dance’ – it was as if he was drugged by delight. The sudden and dramatic partial recovery of his father built a newly profound persistence in the old man’s soul; to send his precious Bara to college by himself – despite his disapproving condition. Seeing him in such a lively spirit, no one seemed to have the heart to kill the dying old man’s wish. Hence, when the day Bara was admitted into Universiti Malaya finally arrived, his father was there to witness his son making his first step towards success.

A few months passed by and while many expected excellence from Bara; little did they know that Bara was proving them otherwise. Campus life was something newly unfamiliar to Bara; and he vitally needed to adapt to the alien environment. However, his definition of the word “adaptation” was completely wrong. To make himself feel included, Bara succumbed to the dreaded peer pressure and joined his rather rebellious friends in the publically-detested activity of “rempit” or illegal racing. Through “rempit”, he finally felt the burning blood of teenage rebellion flowing in his veins and arteries which had gone missing all the years before. Bara fell deep into the oblivious abyss of profligacy and he loved every moment of it.

One cold night, Bara engaged himself in yet another event of his over-glorified “rempit” – it was the biggest one he ever participated and the one he most anticipated. He was intensely fired up that night as it was supposed to be the night he would claim his 10th victory and be crowned as “Raja Jalanan” or King of the Roads; or so he thought. When the race was signalled to be initiated, Bara, the Raja-Jalanan-to-be sped like the roads were his. He rode his steel stallion with his head held up high and soared like a mighty eagle through the streets of KL. With the crowd going wild over his dominance of the ignorantly illegal race, he felt like he was the King of the World. Little did he know; that night would be the night he would lead himself towards the malicious pit of self-assassination and crown himself with the thorns of despair and helplessness.

As he was accelerating towards the finish line, a blinding light flashed right into his eyes – causing him to lose control over his mechanical steed. He tried to steer his RXZ back into the race but it turned out disastrously horrific – Bara crashed into an old Proton Saga. Blood filled the lugubrious atmosphere at its cruellest panorama. Time slowed down for Bara as he witnessed his life shattering like a frail dusty mirror. To make things even worse, the car was his father’s. Yes, Bara met with a tragically calamitous accident with his own father. Accompanied by his two daughters and Bara’s favourite roasted “ubi kayu”, the old man was apparently on his way to give his only son a surprise visit; but to no avail. The road that witnessed the tragically devastating incident was ornamented with glass shards, blood and roasted tapioca. Reality definitely slapped Bara hard on the face – it slapped Bara so hard that he lost his consciousness for a few days.

On a squeaky hospital bed, Bara was finally able to reopen his eyes; only to realize that he could not feel his legs anymore. Bara hence, started to panic. When he slowly tried to reach his legs with his hands, he was terrified to feel nothing there. Screams of agony escaped his vocal cords when he found out that both his legs had been amputated. Only Bara’s despair and sadness could stand now. However, a more tragic news awaited him; it was the news regarding his father. Apparently, the accident had put the relentlessly resilient old man in a deep slumber like no other – a coma to be exact. Only machines and wires were keeping his tired heart beating. Bara thus, instead of oxygen, breathed guilt and remorse in every gulp of air from that day onwards.

However, that night of tragic devastation did not stop Bara from continuing to live. Instead, the incident became the reason for him to begin thrusting towards success. The image of his father wired to complex medical machineries kept haunting him and reminded him of why he should only be throwing his best at the world. After a few years of hard and tireless work, Bara finally graduated at the top of his class and got recruited as the youngest medical practitioner at the very hospital his father is staying -despite his disability. Yet, his father still had not opened his weary eyes.
Year after year, Bara kept looking after his ill-fated father and tried to put him back to perfect health – but to no avail. The old man’s eyes were as shut as Hell’s door to Jesus (pbuh); but Bara never gave up. He believed that God would not have kept his father’s heart beating only for him to die. Hence, he kept waiting and praying to God for the day his father would finally be resurrected – patiently and faithfully.

After seven long and hopeful years, his patience paid off; his plea to God finally reached Heaven’s seventh door. As he was holding his father’s cold hand, he felt his own hand being gripped firmer and firmer. His heart began to pump faster in a wondrous rhythm– could the day he had been yearning for finally arrive? When he looked upon his father’s tired face, he saw a smile – blissful and beautiful; a smile that had went missing from the world for seven years. Bara could not stop himself but to cry a stream of joyous tears down his smiling cheeks. His father hence, in the most loving caress, wiped the tears off of his face; and was replied with Bara enveloping his father in the warmest and most heartfelt embrace eternity had ever witnessed. From that miraculous moment onwards, Bara could not stop but to propel forward towards a better future.

Errors are like the sails on the ark of life – they determine the course of which life sets sail; either towards the catastrophic doom of self-destruction or towards the triumphant glory of success. For “Captain Bara”, his ark definitely landed safely on the isle of success and happiness. Though it faced near destruction on the way there, Bara proved that even a broken ark can reach the promised land of success.

THE END! =.=

The Ninth Month (Video)

2011-05-14T06:20:00.000-07:00

Salam all. Haha. I'm back at my hometown now so guess what? - High speed broadband. haha. This is the play we performed at KLPAC on the 2nd of May 2011. Enjoy!

:D Salam.

The Ninth Month (Script)

2011-05-06T00:22:00.000-07:00

Salam all. This is my 2nd short play which is showcased on klpac's the platform. It was performed on the 2nd of May. Thanks guys for participating :) I'll be uploading the video some times later when i acquire a rather faster internet connection =.= oh ya, happy birthday to a friend of mine. it's his birthday today.

CHARACTERS
Dr. Silenoz (Asyraf Syahir)
Elizabeth Silenoz (Anisyah Syazwani)The Boy (Hakim Hamdan)

(A dark basement – rather, a murky laboratory. A chair. A surgical bed. A pale body full of stitches is seen lying on the surgical bed - motionless. A man dressed in the demeanour of a doctor is sewing up the body.)

(The laboratory brightens up and a woman’s voice is heard.)

Elizabeth: Deary boo, come have a cup of tea while it’s still hot and fresh.

(Dr. Silenoz continues to do his work – he is probably too busy to notice.)

Elizabeth: Deary boo?

(Elizabeth enters the laboratory with a cup f tea.)

Elizabeth: My dearest doctor, come have a cup of tea first. I made it just the way you like it – extra sodium with three drops of chicken liver juice.

(The doctor signals with his hand that he’ll be done in a minute.)

(The doctor puts away his face mask and gloves. He let out a sigh of relief.)

Dr. Silenoz: My work is done my dear Elizabeth! My masterpiece is done! (Laughs and sits down on a chair.)

Elizabeth: That’s wonderful! Congratulations my darling. Is it the one you’ve been working on for the past nine months? You never told me what it is about.(Pause) Have a cup of tea, my dear.

Dr. Silenoz: Elizabeth, my dear, I have achieved something no man has ever been able too. I’ve brought science to a whole new level! I’ve brought mankind to a whole new level!

Elizabeth: Oh, really? That’s lovely; but I thought you achieved that already with your last experiment. (Pause) Have a cup of tea, my dear.

Dr. Silenoz: No, my love, no. This is more than just simple personal alteration of the human genome – this goes beyond the mortal capability of mankind. (Stands up) I have achieved something thought to be only of God’s. (Laughs.)

Elizabeth: And what would that be, my dear?

(The doctor sits beside the body on the surgical bed.)

Dr. Silenoz: This,my love. This! (Laughs.)

Elizabeth: A stinky body stitched up from different corpses?

Dr. Silenoz: This is a present from me to you, my love. This is the symbol of my everlasting love.

Elizabeth: Thank you my dear. I’m flattered, I really am; but as much as I love a stinky body stitched up from different corpses, I don’t understand how this is the symbol of your love.

(The doctor approaches his wife.)

Dr. Silenoz: (Laughs) He will be our son, Elizabeth! We will finally have a child of our own! Isn’t that wonderful?

(Elizabeth turns away.)

Dr. Silenoz: What’s wrong my love?

Elizabeth: (Sighs) My dearest doctor, a lifeless body which is a little bit stinky will not change the fact that we are cursed with being childless. We have lived together for more than 30 years now and we have been fine with only the two of us. In fact, I have already forgotten my desire of a child. (Sobbing) Why do you have to remind me of that?

Dr. Silenoz: Forgive me my love; but my intention is never to hurt you. Yes, throughout our marriage, we have been happy even without an offspring; but, if we can be happier, wouldn’t you want it? If we can have a child, wouldn’t you want it?

Elizabeth: Don’t ask me things of which impossible, my dear.

Dr. Silenoz: But it’s not impossible!

Elizabeth: (Sobbing) What nonsense are you uttering my dear?

(A brief silence)

Dr. Silenoz: Yes, you are right my love – I’m talking nonsense; but the nonsense of which I’m talking about is not impossible.

Elizabeth: What do you mean, my dear?

Dr. Silenoz: (Laughs) Of all people, do you really think I’ve been locking myself up down here for nothing over the past nine months?

(Elizabeth stays silent.)

Dr. Silenoz: My love, what would you feel if I tell you that I can make our son here alive?

Elizabeth: I – I don’t know what would I be feeling.

Dr. Silenoz: You would feel happy, my love. I know you’d feel very happy.

(Elizabeth is speechless. Dr. Silenoz retrieves a syringe which seems to be empty.)

Dr. Silenoz: Elizabeth my love, this is my real gift to you. This is what I’ve been working for the last nine months.

Elizabeth: A slightly interesting but empty syringe?

(Dr. Silenoz laughs out loud.)

Dr. Silenoz: Still the same Elizabeth I know 30 years ago; but know this, love – mortal eyes are not able to see what is inside this syringe.

Elizabeth: My dear, what are you talking about now?

Dr. Silenoz: I told you earlier that I have achieved something thought to be only of God’s, right? Well, that something is the creation of a soul – the creation of soul which has often thought to be divine. (Laughs) Well, today, I will prove that man can be divine – I will prove that science is the true divinity.

Elizabeth: You just made me fall in love with you even more, my dear.

Dr. Silenoz: I know, my love. I know. (Pause) Nine month ago, I began to wonder whether souls exist or not – and it really troubles me. While the question may not have been one which I usually think about, it led me to the founding of metaphysical properties which is intangible. Yet, my scientific superiority permits me to examine such unique properties. After many experiments, I have perfected the formula to create a soul - the first ever artificial soul.

Elizabeth: And after you have successfully created a soul using your profoundly divine formula, all you need is a body for the soul.

Dr. Silenoz: Correct my love, correct!

Elizabeth: My dearest doctor, you are a genius. You are my genius.

(Dr. Silenoz approaches Elizabeth.)

Dr. Silenoz: My love, let us both be witnesses of this divine moment – the moment when man is no longer man; the moment when man turns into God!

(Dr. Silenoz offers Elizabeth to hold the syringe together. Slowly, they inject the body at its chest. The light dims.)

Dr. Silenoz: When the ninth month comes,
the cold womb warms.

Elizabeth: The bleeding heart resigns
an abomination of designs.

Dr. Silenoz: Indeed, mortality is a black hole
which we can’t bear to hold.

Elizabeth: A black hole that hides away
from a fantasy of reality.

Dr. Silenoz: Becometh a dream, more than an anxious wind;
when it starts to think; its actuality in reality.

Elizabeth and Dr. Silenoz: Live! When we say live!

(The room brightens up again. The body suddenly sits in an upright position.)

Elizabeth: (Happily) My dear! Our son – he’s alive!

Dr. Silenoz: I knew you’d be happy.

Elizabeth: (Talking to the boy) Hello son, my name is Elizabeth Silenoz – I am your
mother. (Aside) Oh, he is so cute. And that brilliant man over there is your father.

(The boy doesn’t seem to respond.)

Elizabeth: (Talking to Dr. Silenoz) My dearest doctor, I don’t know how to thank you enough! This is definitely the most wonderful gift you have given me.

Dr. Silenoz: For you, my love, I’d do anything.

(Elizabeth looks at the boy again.)

Elizabeth: Okay then, son. I’m going to name you Mustis.

Dr. Silenoz: Mustis? Mustis? What sort of name is that? I think we should assign him a more decent name – Charles perhaps.

Elizabeth: Charles? Charles Silenoz? That’s decent?

Dr. Silenoz: It’s definitely more decent that Mustis Silenoz.

Elizabeth: Mustis is a unique and interesting name – and it’s also decent by the way.

Dr. Silenoz: So, Charles is not unique and interesting?

Elizabeth: Charles is so common. It bores me. Mustis is definitely him.

Dr. Silenoz: Definitely him? So now you’re the genius, huh?

Elizabeth: What? Only you can be a genius?

Dr. Silenoz: Well, it’s not my fault you possess lower IQ than me.

Elizabeth: Are you implying that I’m ignorant?

Dr. Silenoz: Oh, so I’m not the only one who notices that.

Elizabeth: You have crossed the line! I don’t care; I’m naming him Mustis.

Dr. Silenoz: No you’re not. I created him so I’m going to name him Charles.

Elizabeth: Just because you created him doesn’t mean he is not my son as well! I’m naming him Mustis!

Dr. Silenoz: Charles!

Elizabeth: Mustis!

Dr. Silenoz: Charles!

Elizabeth: Mustis!

Dr. Silenoz: Charles!

Elizabeth: Mustis!

The Boy: (Suddenly interrupts) I want my name to be Sarah.

(The whole room goes into silence)

The Boy: I want my name to be Sarah. I don’t want Charles. I don’t Mustis.

Dr. Silenoz: Sarah?

Elizabeth: That’s a girl’s name, son. You’re a boy so your name should be Mustis.

Dr. Silenoz: Charles.

The Boy: I want my name to be Sarah.

Elizabeth: Son, Sarah – and Charles are not really suitable to be your name. Your name should be Mustis because you’re a boy.

The Boy: I don’t care. My name’s Sarah.

Elizabeth: How should I put this to you? (Sighs) Sarah is not appropriate to be your name.

The Boy: So, when it’s my choice, it’s inappropriate? Why can’t you guys just let me do what I want? Why do you have to say no to everything!

Elizabeth: It’s not that you cannot do what you want; it’s just that Sarah really isn’t a suitable name for a boy. (Pause) I think I know what’s best for you.

Dr. Silenoz: Yes, son. Sarah is really not a suitable name for you.

The Boy: Why can’t you let me have what I want for once? Just because you’re my parents doesn’t mean I have to follow everything you say! Stop controlling my life!

Elizabeth: We’re not trying to control your life, Mustis. We just don’t want you to make a mistake you’ll regret later.

The Boy: I won’t regret it! It’s my life; I know what’s best for me. And my name’s Sarah, not Mustis!

Dr. Silenoz: Fine then. Do what you want.

The Boy: Fine.

Dr. Silenoz: Fine.

Elizabeth: Oh dear. (Pause) Son, have a cup of tea.

The Boy: I hate tea. Don’t force me into drinking tea!

Elizabeth: I’m not forcing you. I just thought that you’d feel thirsty.

The Boy: I’m not thirsty and I hate tea! Don’t make me drink it! (Grunts) Why do you
have to control everything?

Dr. Silenoz: Charles! Don’t talk to your mom that way.

The Boy: Or what? And my name’s Sarah; not Charles!

Dr. Silenoz: (Talking to Elizabeth in private) My love, our son is really getting on my nerves. He needs to be adjusted.

Elizabeth: Adjusted? (Brief pause) Look here my beloved, that boy is our son nonetheless. We have to nurture him and that takes time.

Dr. Silenoz: Nurture him, huh? I’ll whip up some attitude adjustment pills to nurture him.

(The boy gets down from the bed and grabs a jacket.)

Dr. Silenoz: Where are you going now?

The Boy: Hanging out with my girls. What? Are you going to say no again?

Dr. Silenoz: You’re still too young to get out on your own.

The Boy: Whatever pop. I’m still going. Toodles.

Elizabeth: Be back by eleven!

(The boy leaves the laboratory.)

Elizabeth: Our boy grows up so fast my dear. It feels as if we’ve just gotten him a few minutes ago.

Dr. Silenoz: We did get him just a few minutes ago.

Elizabeth: Oh, yeah. Right.

(A brief silence.)

Elizabeth: Tea, my dear?

Dr. Silenoz: Yes, sure my love.

(Dr. Silenoz sips the tea)

Dr. Silenoz: It’s cold.

(The room darkens and the curtain closes.)

Thanks for reading yaw.

Marching Bands and Metal Camps

2011-05-03T03:39:00.000-07:00

Salam all. I wanna "jiwang" for awhile. hahaha. Well, these are the sorts of things we'll see as the statuses of lovebirds in fb =.=

It's funny how near my heart is;
but i'll never able to reach it.
It's even funnier when a person says i have stolen his/her heart;
but i can't even reach my own.
It's the funniest when i realize my heart has been stolen;
but i know it's right here.
It's the funniestest when i write somthing about this in my blog. hahaha.

Settle down people, i'm just bored there.
Waiting for Kelicap to upload the photos from platform May.
Then i'll update the blog for real. haha.
Salam!

2/5

2011-04-30T02:37:00.000-07:00

Salam all. Okay, I just got an email from Mr. Joshua and my blood rushed up my head as if I was going to faint =.= We haven't rehearsed the play even once (about to rehearse) and the tentative for the programme has been released. Anyway, come watch Hakim, Nisya and I perform in KLPAC's the Platform this 2nd of May.

*email from Mr. Joshua.
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Dear All,
Thank you for submitting pieces for the Platform May 2011. You should have already got prior official confirmation of a slot (if not then this email will count as such).Your host for the night of the Monday May 2nd will be Ms. Malin B. Erikson.

This is the Programme for the evening:

8.30pm - Doors open and opening address by Malin.

1. TITLE: The Ninth Month
WRITTEN & DIRECTED BY: Asyraf Syahir Mohd Najib
FEATURING: Asyraf Syahir Mohd Najib, Anisyah Syazwani & Muhamad Hakim Hamdan

2. TITLE: Not Greenpeace Please
WRITTEN & DIRECTED BY: Catherine Ooi
FEATURING: Aple Ang & Jeremy Ooi

3. TITLE: Diary to the Moon Men
WRITTEN BY: How Han Ming
DIRECTED BY: Uma Mageswaran
FEATURING: Sara Oksenholt, Isaac Heen George & Fhamie Izany

SHORT BREAK

4. TITLE: Untitled
DEVISED BY: Malin B. Erikson, Aishah Zaid Hamzah, Ciara Cheng & Pepe Erikson
DIRECTED BY: Malin B. Erikson
FEATURING: Aishah Zaid Hamzah, Ciara Cheng & Pepe Erikson

Q&A WITH TEAMS AND AUDIENCE

All the best everyone, and thank you.

We look forward to seeing your pieces!

Yours faithfully,
Joshua Chong
For the Platform Team
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=.= salam.

The Taste of Love - Draft

2011-04-26T04:20:00.001-07:00

Salam. Ok, the title of this entry is actually the title of the script I was working on during KLPAC's Short and Sweet Musical Theatre Workshop. Yup, I'm going for musicals. haha.

During the workshop, we were asked to come up with a concept for a musical play and I was teamed up with Sarah and Aaron. We got the idea of a romantic comedy about a cannibal girl who falls in love with the man she is about to eat - literally eat. haha. The script is still in its initial draft by the way; but Aaron and I will most probably be working on the script together to submit for S+S; so, this will be my first experience co-writing a script.

Then, we were assigned to come up with two songs for the play. Hence, I wrote the lame lyrics (which will be improved later =.=) and Aaron composed the songs. He's a musical genius yaw! Hence, Maneaters and Licky Licky were created.

Here is the first song - Maneaters. The first vid is Aaron singing the song (He's composing the song). The second vid is BB and Denise singing the song (They're the singers/performers teamed up with us later)Thanks guys! Their voices are sooo good.

MANEATERS

Morrigan: You know that we are...

Bwitch: Maneaters.

(Verse)
Morrigan:
Instead of scrambled eggs,
We’d eat your scrambled brains.
Instead of chicken pies,
We’d rather eat your eyes.

Bwitch:
Instead of mashed potatoes,
We’d eat your mashed up ears,
Instead of juicy Big Mac,
We would chew your neck.

(Chorus)
Morrigan and Bwitch:
We have tried but we can’t;
we’re addicted to mankind.

Here is the second song - Licky Licky. Again, the first vid is Aaron singing the song (He's composing the song). The second vid is Denise singing the song with BB as the bakack up singer. I was the prop =,= Again, thanks guys!

LICKY LICKY

(Verse)
Oh boy, you look so good,
You’d be a really really really good food,
Oh boy, you look so fine,
I’d have a really really really good time,

(Bridge)
Let me taste you, let me lick you, let me eat you.
Let me take a bite.

(Chorus)
Baby, you’re so tasty,
Your skin tastes like candy,
It makes me wanna licky licky.
Baby, you’re so tasty,
Your (clears throat) makes me hungry,
It makes me wanna licky licky.

That's it from me. The workshop was very helpful. Salam.

Oreo Cheesecake :D

2011-04-22T09:22:00.000-07:00

Salam all. At last, haha, I'm here with another recipe :D 21st April was my sister's birthday so I figured that maybe a cheesecake would be a wonderfully edible present to give. Hence, I baked it this afternoon and now, I'm going to share it with you guys :)

These are what you need for the choc base (A): 50g Butter, 1/4 cup of sugar, an egg, 1/2 cup of wheat flour, 1/4 teaspoon of baking powder, 1/5 cup of cocoa powder, 1/5 cup of Castor sugar and 1/5 cup of hot water.

These are what you need for the cheesy layer (B): 500gm cream cheese, 100g butter, a teaspoon of lemon zest, 200g of icing sugar and a packet of Oreo.

These are what you need for the topping (C): Dark chocolate bar, cocoa powder.

Okay, let's start the baking guys!!! :D

Okay, first, we're going to make (A). Hence, start with beating the butter and sugar for (A). (A) is just the base for the cheese cake so it's made in small quantity.

When the butter + sugar has fluffed up, add in an egg. Okay, I forgot to snap the picture of me adding the flour and baking powder. Nevermind that. Just add in the flour and baking powder little by little.

Put the mixture aside and prepare a hot cocoa mixture. Mix in the cocoa powder, Castor sugar and BOILING hot water together. REMEMBER, the water must be VERY hot.

After the cocoa drink is prepared, *drink it (kidding). After the cocoa drink is prepared, quickly add it into the initial mixture.

After that, what else? Bake it guys. haha. Let it BURRRRNNNN in the oven and let's prepare (B).

Let's start preparing (B) now. It's very simple, beat the cream cheese and butter. PS: that's the cheapest cream cheese here. haha.

Then, add the icing sugar~~~~ Not to forget, the lemon zest.

Let all the ingredients mix well.

Haha. it's time to add in America's (and my) favourite cookies, Oreo! Don't put the cream in. Just the cookies. Crush it into smaller pieces and walla~ (B) is done. (B) does not need to be baked. DO NOT BAKE (B).

When (A) is perfectly baked (picture forgot to be taken), spread (B) on top of it to form a thick layer. I don't have the appropriate tools to spread it nicely so that's just it. haha. you need to have the flat blunt thingy to shape it perfectly which I apparently don't =.=

When it looks like a cheesecake already, (C) comes into the picture. Just sprinkle the cocoa powder on top of it and grate some dark chocolate; and that's your oreo cheesecake.

That's my sister's hand slicing the cake (She's 29 now. haha.) I can't upload her full photo because she's not wearing her 'tudung' now.

Okay, I'm wearing something very 'skema' because I was on my way to class. haha. *and I look kinda besar =.=

No en. ciput here. He's a famous actor now. hahahahaha.

I don't have the heart to waste good cheese.

That's it from me! Try it guys! It tastes heavenly! hahahaaha.
Assalamualaikum.

Halfway Done

2011-04-19T23:36:00.000-07:00

Salam all. I was browsing my old files when I saw the file 'BENSOC'; hence I double-clicked it. (BENSOC here refers to the Bachelor of English Language Student Society kot*). To my surprise, it is the unfinished song I was writing for BENSOC for a programme which I can't recall. hahaha. By the way, it is unfinished because my keyboard got confiscated at that time by the mahallah principal =,= . Anyway, here's the unfinished song. haha. *I had fun with BENSOC.

(verse)
Bequeathed with the brougham of billionth adversary,
Entrée to the grave of vampiric revelry,
Noblesse oblige be the creeds and doctrines – though dimes and nickels be in
treasuries,

(chorus)
Succouring succubus in sexual sympathy,
Only to be fed with quandary ordure,
Clenching a clandestine affair – a crèche for courtesan,

*help me finish it. thnx. hahaha.

Salam! :)

Pure Genius.

2011-04-08T20:22:00.001-07:00

Salam all. I don't usually write posts like this but what the heck. The title says it all; and no, I'm not talking about Shakespeare or Einstein. I'm talking about RB - Rebecca Black. hahahahaha.

Her awesomely bad music video 'Friday' received more views than Gaga's Born this Way eventhough it was uploaded in the same month and I think that's an accomplishment. haha.
She's also in the top 100 in itunes. woah.
Oh yeah, she's also nominated in MTV's OMA (O Music Award). haha.
The video definitely gained popularity (or rather notoriority) for all the wrong reasons; but if I'm her, why should I care if I'm cashing in all the money :D

I don't think the song is THAT bad. It's the fact that the lyrics and the music video do not really fit together is what making the song funny (also the rhythm maybe =,=). Anyway, I don't know whether it's intentional or not but it's definitely bringing RB into the spotlight.
And~ RB (or her mother or ARK) is definitely trying not to make the spotlight on her dim through all the sueing and the bieber (*vomit) thingy. She really proves that REALLY bad publicity is good publicity.
Ok, this is my last words.

Wslm.

The Devil isn't Always Evil (Video)

2011-04-05T22:43:00.000-07:00

Salam all. There are a few lines messed up during the performance but given the fact that we only practiced for a week, I think it's still enjoyable. Oh ya, almost forgot, Hieda who recorded the video asked me to promote her blog =,= Blame her if the vid is bad. hahaha. Comment, critique, give suggestions but no trashing here please :)

Thank you. Wslm.

The Devil isn't Always Evil (Script)

2011-04-05T07:09:00.000-07:00

Salam all. Ok. Since I've performed this play, here's the script :)Vid is coming soon.

Characters:
Johny
Devil
Bob

(A living room – dark and gloomy. A flickering light bulb. The windows are closed and the TV is watching itself. The father is seen asleep on a couch. At the door, the son is seen shakily holding a knife – no, a machete. The son seems to be in a dilemma).

Johny: (Whimpers to himself) Damn it, damn it, damn it! (Looks down at the machete) Damn it!

Bob: Keep it down will you. I’m trying to catch some sleep. (Grunts)

Johny: (Mumbles to himself) Keep it down? Keep it down? You’re damn right, I’m going to keep it down (looks down at the machete); I’m going to keep it down your throat!

(The son walks towards his father).

Johny: (Sobbing) You wanna sleep? (Wipes his tears off) I’ll make sure you sleep (looks at the machete) and ‘he’ will help. Oh, ‘he’ will surely help.

(The son stops in front of his father. He cries some more).

Johny: (Tries to wipe of his tears) Goodnight Dad-dy. (Whispers) I’m sorry.

(The father is startled from his sleep).

Bob: What the-

(The son screams and wields the machete towards his father’s head. Before he hits the head, a clap is heard and everything stops. The room darkens – leaving only the son, the father, a couch and a table visible – still stationary. Flaps of tongue are then heard).

Devil: My oh my. The son’s killing the father? This is terrible – dreadfully terrible.

(The devil dressed in red is made visible. She then walks towards the son and father).

Devil: (taking the machete off the son’s hand) I’ll be taking this murderously dangerous instrument of excruciatingly painful death, thank you. Now, about you (pointing towards the son) -

(The devil then snaps her fingers and the son can move again).

Johny: What the hell’s just happened? Where’s my knife? (Let out a cry)

Devil: You mean this murderously dangerous instrument of excruciatingly painful
death? The machete? Oh, I took it.

Johny: (At lost of words) Why the- How did- When did you?

Devil: (Interrupts) Oh silly Mr. umm- (looks at her scroll) Mr. Joh-ny (pronounces as joh – nee).

Johny: It’s Johny.

Devil: Okay Mr. Joh-ny. I don’t want to be rude so let me introduce myself first; my name’s Lilith. I’m a devil.

Johny: (Surprised) You’re a what?

Devil: I’m a devil, daa. Didn’t you hear me the first time I told you? Anyway, you can call me Lil. That sounds more casual right?

Johny: (Looks all confused) Lil? Devil? What’s going on here? (Nervously) A second ago I was trying to- I was trying to-

Devil: You were trying to brutally hack your goddamn father’s skull with a machete; so, I come here to stop you from making the biggest irremediable mistake of your impermanent human existence.

Johny: I don’t understand.

Devil: (Sighs) You were trying to mercilessly kill your father, remember? I stopped you, so you haven’t done the biggest mistake of your life - and you haven’t even said, “Thanks, Lil”. End of story.

Johny: No, no. It’s not that I don’t understand what you’re saying. What I don’t understand is that; why are you doing this? You said you’re a devil.

Devil: I’m a devil, so?

Johny: You’re a devil so aren’t you supposed to-

Devil: (Interrupts) Oh, I’m a devil so I’m supposed to let all the evils of the world flourish like algae in a carbon-dioxide-overdosed pond? Is that it?

Johny: Well, that’s what-

Devil: (Interrupts) Haven’t you ever heard the old saying – not all devils are evil?

Johny: I don’t think I’ve ever heard an old saying like that.

Devil: Of course you haven’t, I just made that up; but the point here is, not all devils are evil. Exhibit A (looking at the son).

Johny: You’re pissing me off now. (Rudely) What’s your real intention devil bitch?

Devil: Hey, why are you calling me that? My name’s not devil bitch you know, it’s
Lilith; and I’ve told you before to call me Lil right?

Johny: (Annoyed) Ok Lil, what do you want from me? Why the hell in the world are you doing this?

Devil: Why am I doing this? I’m the one who should be asking you the question; so tell me Joh-ny, why do you want to kill him (pointing towards the father)? Why do you want to kill your own father?

Johny: He’s not my father! (Lowers down his voice) He’s not my father. That monster has never been my father. I never have one.

Devil: Oh, so he’s the ferociously intimidating monster of mass destruction huh? Well, I didn’t see him holding any fatally dangerous weapon of merciless murder.

Johny: Shut up bitch! You don’t know a thing!

Devil: Oh, so I’m the one who doesn’t know a thing? Well, I don’t suppose-

Johny: Just shut up! (Lowers down his voice) Just shut up. All these years, he’s been making-

Devil: (Interrupts) -your life a living hell? So that gives you the right to take away his? (The son stays silent) Look at yourself; you tried to kill your own father and you’re taking advice from a devil. What does that say about yourself?

Johny: Why the hell does it even matter what it says about me! I never asked for advice from any annoying God-forsaken devil bitch! –and like I told you before, that piece of thrash is not my father! ‘It’s’ a monster AND a piece of trash!

Devil: Pathetic.

(The devil picks up the machete and hands it over to the son)

Devil: Here, take it and kill him then. (The son only looks at it) This is what I’m supposed to do right? So here, take it (Shoves the machete to the son’s hand but he won’t take it). Chop his head off, rip his heart out, tear his guts out, torture him, torment him, kill him, do whatever, I don’t care anymore.

(The son falls onto his knees. The devil drops the machete in front of him and walks away. He let out a loud cry and the devil stops walking).

Johny: What do you want me to do then huh? Yes, I’m pathetic! I know I’m pathetic! I’m pathetic! I’m pathetic! I’m pathetic! (Cries and lowers down his voice) I’m pathetic.

(The devil walks over to the son and bends down)

Devil: Joh-ny-

Johny: It’s John- never mind.

Devil: Joh-ny, you want to know; why I stopped you from killing the person you called thrash over there? (The son only looks into her face without uttering a word) Well, there’s an extent to which one act is called evil; and yours just now has gone beyond that extent – it’s not evil anymore, it’s a disgrace.

Johny: (In tears) I’m sorry.

Devil: You said your father is a monster - a piece of thrash; but look who’s the monster now? He made your life a living hell but at least he gave you life; you want to take it away from him. Taking the life of the one who gave you life; that’s a disgrace.

Johny: (In tears) I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Devil: –And that’s coming from a devil; a creature that you humans refer to as the most malevolently wicked being of all the darkest pits of sins and evil. That is a dis-

Johny: Disgrace! Disgrace! Disgrace! Disgrace! (Cries and lowers down his voice) I’ve already said I’m sorry. What else do you want from me? I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Devil: I never asked for an apology. Who am I to forgive a being? I’m just a devil.

Johny: So what do you want me to do then? I’m- I’m, I’m lost here. Please, help me. I don’t know what to do anymore.

Devil: (Hands the machete over) Just do the right thing. I know you know it, Johny.

(The devil smiles and walks away)

Johny: She said my name right.

(The son stands up and wipes his tears. The room darkens again – leaving only the son visible)

Johny: This doesn’t make much sense; but what does?
Azrael’s wings’ I’ve worn,
God’s powers I’ve pilfered,
To take death into my own hand;
Was a shame - a disgrace to mankind,
If man’s dagger be the taker of another’s life,
What needs is a reaper’s scythe?
Forgive me to say;
But lanterns, be from hell do not err one’s way,
The progenies of evil mourns the death of their lovelorn kiss,
For the lucidity of my mind has been revealed;
In new reveries.

(The son puts down the machete. The room brightens up and everything is visible again. The son seems to be searching for the devil)

Johny: Lil! Lil! I’ve got my answer!

(A clap is heard and everything moves again. The father picks up the machete and marches towards the son)

Johny: Lil! I’ve got my answer! I know what to do! Lil!

(The father is standing right behind the son)

Johny: Lil! I just want to say-

(The son realises the father is behind him. The father chokes him.)

Bob: Who the hell do you think you are huh? – trying to kill me in my sleep.

Johny: (In a choke) I’m sorry.

Bob: What’s that? You’re sorry? (Laughs) You tried to kill me and now you’re sorry?
Boy, scum like you do crack me up.

Johny: (In a choke) Bob, I’m sorry.

Bob: (Laughs) I can’t believe I kept you all these years; I mean, I never liked you – no, I hated you. Why did I even bother raising a scum up?

Johny: (In a choke) Bob, I’m-

Bob: Shut the hell up you ugly mutt!

(The father kicks the son in the gut. The son falls on his back)

Johny: (Crying) Bob, I wasn’t thinking straight; and you aren’t either. You should really-

Bob: Didn’t I tell you to shut the hell up! –Or do you want me to smash your ugly mouth huh, mutt?

Johny: (Crying) Bob, don’t-

Bob: Shut up!

(The son stays silent)

Bob: (Moving back and forth) Oh boy, this is funny. Hilarious! (Laughs) The mutt that I was stuck with tried to kill me! (Laughs) Why the hell did the bitch who carried you in her jammed up womb leave you with me? Oh wait, I killed that bitch! I killed your slutty mother! (Laughs) She was such a pain in the ass; such a pain in the ass. That slutty mouth of hers wouldn’t stop barking for a second and it always gets me angry – very angry. (Sighs) Wait a minute; you’re a pain in the ass as well aren’t you? Huh boy? –Just like that dead slut. If you weren’t my son, I would’ve killed you a long time ago you know. I thought that you would grow up as a real man and continue my legacy; but I was wrong, I was definitely wrong – I got a pussy as a son. I got a pussy as a son! My son’s a pussy! (Laughs) That pussy didn’t even have the guts to kill his old man! (Laughs)

Johny: Bob, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

Bob: Stop saying you’re sorry you little pussy!

(The father kicks the son and steps onto his gut)

Bob: If I ever hear that stupid, stupid word again, I swear I’m gonna kill you. I swear to that stupid God you pray to; I’m going to kill you.

Johny: Bob – no, Dad, I know I’m not the son you wished you had. Heck, you might never even wish to have a son. I’ve tried to live up to your expectation but I just couldn’t; that’s just not who I am. I’m just not into all those things you’re involved with.

(The son slowly tries to stand up)

Bob: What the hell do you think you’re-

Johny: (Interrupts) Just hear me out this once Dad. All my life I’ve lived in fear – in fear that you would yell at me, in fear that you would hit me, in fear that you’d even kill me; but, I never realised that I’m the one who caused all that. If I myself do not accept who I am, who are you to accept me?

(The son kneels down)

Johny: This is your son, Dad. This is your son – a coward, a pain in the ass, a disgrace to your name; that’s just who I am. You would just have to accept that. The same way you wished you never have a son like me, I wished that I never have a father like you; but wishful thinking isn’t going to bring us anywhere – you are my father and I am your son; we just have to accept that fact and live our lives. (Pause) Sorry, for everything.

(A brief moment of silence)

Johny: Dad?

(The father slashes the son repeatedly with the machete)

Johny: (While being slashed) No Dad no! No, please no! No Bob, don’t do it. Don’t kill me, you son of a bitch!

(Blood is spilled everywhere. The son is dead)

Bob: I sweared.

(The father then picks up the phone)

Bob: Yeah this is Bob. (Pause) I need you to clean up another mess. (Pause) No, just at my house. (Pause) You’re damn right it’s the mutt. Get this, he tried to kill me! (Laughs) Oh boy, but he chickened out at the last minute. (Pause) Yeah, yeah. Then, things got out of control, he cries, pisses me off and bam! – He’s lying on the floor like a dead chicken. Wait, he really is a dead chicken! (Laughs) Oh boy. Anyway, get here before he starts to stink the place up. (Pause) And Luke, about the goods the other day, if you try to do something funny about it, you’ll be joining the mutt soon enough. (Pause) Glad you understand. Now get your fat ass over here.
(The father ends the phone call. A clap is heard and everything stops. The room darkens again – leaving only the father and the dead son visible)

Devil: My, oh my. This turns out better than I expected.

(The devil is made visible)

Devil: (Flaps her tongue) Johny, Johny, Johny. Thank God you didn’t kill Bobby here; otherwise, it would be a disgrace. Yup, a disgrace (pause) –to my face. (Chuckles)

(The devil sits beside the son)

Devil: Oh Johny boy, (talks like a baby) I couldn’t let you kill that big evil man. There’d be less evil in the world then. Sure, you would have done something evil, but a cowardly boy like you would stop at that; where’s the fun in that then? (Sighs)

(The devil stands up)

Devil: I love role-playing (smiles).

(The devil hums a song and skips out of the room. The room darkens and the curtain closes)

4/4

2011-04-02T23:03:00.001-07:00

Salam all. Ok, last night I received an email from Mr. Joshua; and it made my heart goes *dum dum dum. So guys, come watch my performance on the 4th of April - klpac, Sentul; if you can.

*email from Mr.Joshua.
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Dear All,
I hope this meets you in the best of health, and I'm sorry this is half a day late. You would have already received previous confirmation as to your slot in April's Platform (if not, this is your official confirmation). Please find below the performance schedule for the night.

8.30 - Doors open

Welcome speech by host, Marvin Wong

1. Pungguk Rindukan Bulan
Devised by Tuan Tapai Faisal, Nabihan Yaacob, Krushna Prabaskar and Marina Tan
Directed by Marina Tan
Featuring Tuan Tapai Faisal, Nabihan Yaacob and Krushna Prabaskar

2. The Devil Isn't Always Evil
Written and Directed by Asyraf Syahir Mohd Najib
Featuring Muhamad Hakim Hamdan, Sarah Bani Yamin and Asyraf Syahir Mohd Najib

3. Abang
Devised and Directed by The Falling Leaves Community
Featuring Lokman Shukor

Short Break

4. Endorphins

Written by Toby Teh
Directed by Dinesh Kumar A/L Maganathan

Featuring Jacob Salgado Jereza, Sharifah Fauziah Alsree, Kellen Yau Hua Xian

5. Karan
Written, Directed by & Featuring Redza Minhat

Q&A Session between teams and औडिएंस

Thank you, and we look forward to your performance.

Yours faithfully,
Joshua Chong
For The Platform Team
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