The life I'm enjoying

Monday, May 25, 2009

Thank you, Almighty!


The battlecry has since ended.
Phew~~I would say.
I finally made it, some didn't.
Brace yourself buddies!
And please don't hate Mr.Chew.
Don't hate the player, hate the game.

Last but not least. Big THANK YOU to the Man upstairs!

Monday, May 18, 2009

Best musical/comedy I've ever seen




















This is even a better musical than Dreamgirls. I'd say it's an artistic approach that reflects the heartbeat of Malaysia. Coupled with comedy and a couple of lame jokes (which I can do better in), it's one hell of a show that doesn't waste that 2 hours of your life.

Please watch it. Malaysians (excluding cicakman, jangan pandang belakang, bohsia and kanina) do make good movies. If Yeo boleh make a film that can be an international hit, Malaysia memang boleh.

Malaysiaku gemilang.

Sunday, May 17, 2009

Victory! Probably not...

Finally, the battle is over. Surviving the rest of it is the next hurdle.

Till then.

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Untitled

It has been quite some time since I last knelt with so much passion. Humbling, I would say. I looked up and told Him my fears, everything.

At the instance, I shivered and heard Him say: "O' ye of little faith".

Thank you.

Sunday, May 10, 2009

D Day on Monday.

It has been a dawn of terror for the men in green. Against such odds and under a baptism of fire which no one impliedly signed up for, the men wait with nothing but sheer helplessness. The wait seemed to last for eternity and under persistent incoming shrapnel, the brothers' faith diminished without mercy. "The adrenalin's killin me, sir!" said the private from Texas. I kept my cool and remained silent like a stone - It was nothing more than a calm appearance, we were in the middle of a war, dammit! I could be a casualty in moments to come. Still, I had to remain the poise of a commanding officer.

Under the disguise of calmness, I cleared my throat and spoke in a firm voice:" listen up lads, the moment this bridge sets its teeth on the very beach your eyes are on, you will find cover, inch yourself up that son o' a bitch anthill and rain hell. Do you get me?". In unison, the men on the top of their voices yelled " Sir!Yes, sir! ". Morale was the key here, as a matter of fact, it was the key to any battle. The challenge in it lies in keeping it high.

I must admit that Okinawa isn't a forgiving territory. It is a cursed and wretched mountain that nobody would want to risk their lives conquering. Still, orders prevailed.

Soon, time shifted forward and the moment of truth arrived. The winch that controlled the pontoon fell loose and the amphibious vehicle came to a rude halt on the beach. As soon as I gave the "go" signal, the men in front of me fell followed by the corporal on my right. The neighbouring vehicle, Roosevelt-46, had been disintegrated by a direct mortar hit. "Damn! I just saw them seconds ago", I thought. I turned around and gave the "charge" order when my eyes noticed that the men were stunned in their tracks.

I ran for cover and was fortunate enough to find one barely enough to cover my stature. "Gosh! It could have been me", I sobbed. That corporal just had a baby boy two months ago. "Shit! that made another widow", I cried. With no moment of peace to mourn, Jensen the 1st class private came up to me and said "orders, Lieutenant?". "Flank em! Flank them! Get 2nd platoon to go with you.....and find Sarge", I replied. Everything was in a total mess-bloody hell. Bodies everywhere, machine guns whirling and artillery bombardment that sounded like the thunder god, Zeus, himself. It was a fight no one could understand. Japs(Gan Jo Ee), Allies..... we are not so different after all.

Okinawa wasn't an ideal place for a picnic. But for now, my orders in priority are to gain control of the mountain and to escort the 16th Battalion (Praetorian Signal Corps) to the summit. Once all of these are done, I shall have a little siesta on the tip of the enemy-controlled territory.

I will prevail. Till then, "FORMATION! CHARGE!".