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Rumah Anak Teater, Street Theater: RAGUT

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I cut it off during the embedded heckler intervention — nice touch to the skit. Shame I didn’t record it until the end.

I got a problem uploading HD file on youtube and vimeo only have 500 MB limit per week. I try to reduce the 1080p to 640, but it got blocky artifacts even with 5000 bit rate. Exporting to 720p turns out decent.

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Raw upload, no colour grading.

Shot with Canon EOS 5D Mark II, wide open f/2.0 with Canon EF 135mm f/2L USM, 29.97fps, 1/30 s, ISO 1600.

Mounted on Manfrotto monopod. Internal microphone.

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Here’s Malaysiakini viceo clip, that captured the ending of the skit.

Police Helicopter Hovering over Taman Connaught at Midnight (A Glimpse of Police State — Big Brother is Watching You!)

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Police Monitoring 11 ‘Hot Spots’ (2009/08/07)

KUALA LUMPUR, Fri: City police have begun mobilising its personnel to realise the government’s target of reducing street crimes by 20 per cent by the end of next year.

Its police deputy chief, Datuk Abu Samah Mat, said the police have identified 11 “hot spots” which are favourite haunts of criminals.

The hotspots are the Bukit Bintang and Jalan Pudu areas, which are under the jurisdiction of the Dang Wangi police; Brickfields and Kuchai Park (Brickfields police) Taman Midah, Taman Connaught, Alam Damai (Cheras), and Jinjang North, Metro Prima Kepong, Danau Kota (Sentul).

He said the move was necessary to reduce street crimes such as snatch thefts, unarmed robberies and unarmed gang robberies.

“We have started a joint operation in Bandar Sri Permaisuri, Cheras, from July 17.”

“The operation clearly has a positive impact as the rate of street crimes in the area have lessened, as compared with before,” he said, adding that eight snatch thefts were reported in Bandar Sri Permaisuri as compared with 10 cases in the two weeks before the operation.
As the police are understaffed, Abu Samah said it had to enlist the help of the People’s Volunteer Corps (Rela).

On July 27, Prime Minister Datuk Seri Najib Tun Razak announced that the government viewed crime prevention seriously and was focusing on efforts to reduce crime as one of the National Key Results Area under the home ministry. — BERNAMA

[Link: New Straits Times – Police Monitoring 11 ‘Hot Spots’]

I was reading the news online, when the above video footage was captured.

The low flying helicopter, the blaring rotor, the bright luminance of the spotlight — and all of the spectacular police “efficiency” in the middle of the night.

An “overkill” if that’s supposed to reduce street crimes. More police patrolling the area would be suffice — and on foot.

I feel like living in a ghetto in Brooklyn.

The Catherine Tate (the Other) Show

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Dr. Who

Am I bovvered?

“Don’t play with fire,” she warned. “Selfish and greedy!” She blared.

She tagged her neighbour’s wallpaper with Banksy-esque stencil graffiti. Caricaturing the public with black and white gospel of her own.

She waxed philosophical about being eccentric as equal to being generic, escaping the gravity of irony altogether. That’s good. That’s bad. The lanky chav concurred, “It’s the strewth! Huzzah! Hallelujah! Bravo!”

Satisfied with the compliment. She drivels again — looking plastered.

“Am I bovvered?”

“Look at my face, is my face bovvered? Face? Bovvered?”

At a point you really wish David Tennant (Dr Who) shuts Catherine Tate (Lauren Cooper) with his Sonic Screwdriver — screwing her self-absorbed mind shut.

“What a fuckin’ liberty!”

Everclear, Never Clear

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Some people can conjure mean things when they don’t get what they want. They start to do shit like your friend did, or starting to say something along the line ‘you owe me a lot’ and blabla RM blabla.

That’s quite rich from someone who takes most of selective statement from me as mere rhetorical expression.

First, she got pretty adamant with the value of her reply is binding with valid form of citation. Which I didn’t stated it electronically (in the oh-so-public Facebook with selected circle of friends, micro-blogging of Twitter or Tumblr, or even wordpress), but I did in written form in my moleskine — which also was questioned by her the need to keep a written journal on Moleskine.

Second, the whole fiasco about a simple thing as receiving one “mass sms” and being resolute with my other text afterward as being exact copy to others. Do I have to elaborate things like: “I’m boarding my plane to the plane of echolalia.” Or do I have to make a creative writing on the passing of loved one, just to be unique per messages?

Third, what part of sarcasm she doesn’t realized when I mention about monetary depreciation in tandem with this statement:

It’s easier to make the argument worse by divulging financial losses. That’s when alimony issues arise.

It’s a non-sequitur irony to the power of null. Equal to ONE simple comprehension. And yes, I do keep track of my expenses on my Excel Spreadsheet since last 5 years. Like my dad said (who did financial auditing and accounting before he retired):

Buat kira-kira, tapi jangan berkira.

Count the penny, don’t be pinchpenny.

I don’t think it’s Ebenezer Scrooge paranoia when my last relationship I got £1700 cheque somewhere in her bank account — for working visa to UK. That’s quite a lot in RM, you know. I’m not an offspring of Sarawakian Timber Towkey.

When someone request an amount of cash as a loan. It didn’t suppose to mean ex gratia even if it’s given with bona fide. What am I, a pro bono dunce?

An increase in monetary gain can always put us in a different kind of perspective. A new sight of people can always put us to see things in different way. We become more stingy [stingier?] even if we earn much more than what we used to. We become vain when we don’t look like we used to. We become proud when we are not in the level that we used to. We become heartless even we used to be humble.

If I can get away with my bank with these “empathetic angst” everytime they ask me to pay my credit card. I’m scot-free.

Am I always this angry? Only on the internet. As angry as An Irritable Panda.

By the way, in that successful publicised notes on facebook amongst her closest friends and saints, the Everclear’s I Will Buy You A New Life lyrics is the epitome of irony when she “conjure mean things when she don’t get (understood) what the reality wanted”

Here is the money that I owe you 

So you can pay the bills

I will give you more when I get paid again

I hate those people who love to tell you

Money is the root of all that kills

To malign me as Ebenezer Scrooge is one thing, being demonised as Shylock, The Merchant of Venice is the demon of all miser.

I can stand Charles Dickens, but William Shakespeare? Not cool. Let’s play “empathetic angst” game, me as the Shylock — the heartless creditor.

SHYLOCK: Hath not a Jew eyes? Hath not a Jew hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions, fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a Christian is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?

— William Shakespeare (1564–1616), English poet and playwright. The Merchant of Venice, Act 3, Scene 1.

Oh, please. Don’t spit upon my Jewish gaberdine. Yes, I notice the irony of this too.

LORENZO: How every fool can play upon the word!

William Shakespeare (1564–1616), English poet and playwright. The Merchant of Venice, Act 3, Scene 5.

Did I ever ask for a pound of flesh? Yes, in a perverted way — Bar Refaeli!

I’m a faux Jew, and I love the Israeli model; Bar Refaeli (בר רפאלי). I had been looking for the 2009 Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition at the Borders and MPH without avail. Oh, how I heart thee, international Zionist celebrity. I wish I could savour her as I sipped my equally Zionist Starbucks’ Caramel Macchiato at the Borders — whom the barrista at the The Gardens keep pronouncing the name with phlegmy pseudo-american accent. WHeip? WHeup? Oh, Whip Cream. Laila? Pardon my mate(s), for he/she hardly assent to your barista pretentiousness.

I wish I didn’t have to resort being this divulging. Yet Moleskine written journal is indistinct inside the black cahier bind.

Oh, f*ck, now my FB friends know this wordpress link (or maybe not).

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Caveat: The gravity of this entry can be taken selectively e.g. I’m a pro-Semitic capitalist or I’m an irritable panda in real life. Be free to reconcile with mutual kiss-and-forget or retaliation with nondescript monologue.

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Look ma, I can do “mass note(s)” too.

Siapa Babi Negara?

Say Goodnight Grace

Say Goodnight Grace

If only the Parliament is as funny as the Pearls Before Swine comic strip.

Ah, wait.

It is.

Only less witty.

Deepak Colundalur Ananthapadmanabha

Dee-pak

Col-un-da-lur

A-nan-tha-pad-man-ab-ha

Deepak has often described himself as “The Indian Jon Stewart” if Jon Stewart was genetically combined with Gizmodo, Wikipedia and an Indian guy. If you let him, Deepak will enlighten you, if you listen, Deepak will upgrade your knowledge like a newly-released Service Pack at sundown.

Now, if only you could spell his name.

Written by cthulhu

May 31, 2008 at 5:47 pm

Duffy, Welsh Singer-Songwriter

Welsh female soul singer-songwriter Duffy performs the track ‘Stepping Stone’, taken from her 2008 debut album Rockferry, at BBC2’s Later…with Jools Holland.

[Youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dajZeREsYBQ]

British newcomer Duffy performs the track ‘Mercy’, taken from her upcoming 2008 debut album Rockferry, at BBC2’s Later…with Jools Holland.

[Youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AoQwliMAZC8]

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Written by cthulhu

April 17, 2008 at 3:33 am