Saturday, November 24, 2007
Watch these lame jamming videos
Yeah, u can spot me alright. I still freaking hate fact my face blew up like a pufferfish evertytime I blow, especially when playing really high-pitched notes. Flautists, don't lecture me I tried everything....save plastic surgery that is. Idiots.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
Donnie Brasco (1997)
Starring: Al Pacino, Johnny Depp, Michael Madsen, Anne Heche, Bruno Kirby; Directed by Mike Newell; Based on the book ``Donnie Brasco, My Undercover Life in the Mafia'' by Joseph Pistone and Richard Woodley.
Rated R
(violence, Gore, profanity, vulgarity, nudity, sex, racial epithets)
Nothing kicks ass like watching good old mob movie. I rejoiced discovering this at a pirate DVD shop alongside Damansara Uptown =P Based on a true story, this tells the story of an FBI undercover agent Joseph Pistone (played by Captain Jack Sparrow/Johnny Depp), under alias Donnie Brasco in attempt to infiltrate the operations of Bonano crime family befriended "Lefty" Benjamin Rugierro(Al Pacino), an experienced but a low-level mobster who is a chronic gambler and disilusioned with the family constantly bypassing him for promotion to higher ranking positions. After the head of the mob Carlina Galente was executed, Dominic Napolitiano (Michael Madsen) took over the top post much to Lefty's chagrin (not to mention frustration). Lefty nurtures Donnie as a sort of his protege, and moulded him in various ways eg: always roll your banknotes, not keeping them in wallet, mobs don't wear jeans, "a friend of mine" refers to a connected guy and "a friend of ours" refers to a made man.
This film is different from Scorsese mob movies which is epic and broadly cinematic like a modern version of Greek mythology. Donnie Brasco doesn't start with blood and guts but in a quiet cafe where Lefty first got to knew the undercover agent Pistone. Lefty got to know Donnie as a jeweller then offered to sell a diamond ring for 8k which Donnie brushes it off as fake. Long chat and arguments later, they decided to visit the conman who sold Lefty the ring and run off towing his Porsche (lol).
Al Pacino is in his element as usual, displaying vulnerable and human side of a mobster. In the movie, he doesn't really look threatening enough to know he will slit your throat when you turn your back. Although not as outstanding as his performances in "Dog Day Afternoon" and "Serpico" he impresses nonetheless. Johnny Depp is so much better than his typecast as a goofy pirate, playing an agent who juggles between an already collapsed marriage and affection for his "mentor" whom he is supposed to betray.
While Scorsese movies depicts great rise and fall of mobsters, this movie would move you to the end on touching poignancy. This is a great movie to watch, though beware there is an extremely gut-wrenching scene in the film. Why does mobsters always use the phrase "Fuggetdabouit"? Watch out for Lefty's dialogue in a pub which explains it.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Quitting the blardy job
I know how much my boss(es) get from this business dammit. Last Dec while fed up of graphic designing grabbed this job One week I fetch at least 40 students. Freakin rm 900 is peanuts. If I can do a gig at some hotels I can earn that money in few nights. I will really do it if:
- they compensated my rm 3400 paid for my semester
- pay increase to rm 1500 a month at least
- 15% of the company's profit goes to me.
Like its going to happen anyway =P
Better quit as soon as possible. Every Friday night I dread working next day and the thought of meeting Roger. I'm still pissed the fact I'm forced to follow them on a "company trip" to Cameron Highlands and missed first night of London Symphony Orchestra because Roger decided to stop Ipoh halfway home. Yeah I'm a white coffee freak but LSO comes once in a blue moon. Anyway when I graduate I can earn at least three times the freaking amount. Sem break is coming up and I'm planning a sort of "practice marathon" on a "solitary period". Here's my schedule:
7:30 a.m - Wake up, work out
8:00 a.m - Intimate time with White Coffee a.k.a breakfast =P
9:00 a.m - drive to college
9:30 a.m - Flute long tones
10:30 a.m - Stroll through some pieces or two
10.45 a.m - Scales and arpeggios
12.00 p.m++ - Lunch
1.00 p.m - Practice keyboard. Got to work on keyboard harmony man
1.30 p.m - flute workout. Usually pieces. Or maybe some tough exercises from "Trevor Wye Complete Exercises for Flute"
3.30 p.m - practice either keyboard or aural crap
4.30 p.m - Back to flute
7.00 p.m - sick of practice
8.00 pm ++ - after dinner, cello practice
10.00 p.m - Online. God knows wat time I sleep and hopefully don't wake up late for next day.
All until next January. Bliss! Hopefully when MPYO audition opens up I could join as a flautist, eh flutist (whatever). Asraf quitted weh, he said. Now got only three flute players in the orchestra.
I don't even know if I could follow that schedule. I hope to break Sviatoslav Richter's record of 9 hours practice. No wonder the man's a God.
Best pathway is by quitting the damn job A.S.A.P
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Khairy Jamaluddin is a piece of shit.
“Today is the first time the Umno president’s speech is not being read by the masses because a particular ethnic group controls the distribution line of newspapers and they are on holiday.” Khairy Jamaluddin.
You don't need to be a rocket scientist to know this is the sequel to the infamatory speech he made in last year's UMNO assembly.
Who insisted on carrying on meeting on a sacred celebration day of a marginalised race with "tight schedule" as a lame excuse?! A slap in the face for that particular race, the TRUTH is.
The myopic reality is this. The no. 1 enemy of racial integration is none other than Mr Son-in-law himself.
Saturday, November 3, 2007
I love Harry Callahan.
Plot quoted from wikipedia:
Years have passed since he foiled the psychotic Scorpio Killer, corrupted officer Lt. Neil Briggs, and the unruly People's Revolutionary Strike Force. But now Dirty Harry, now in his 50's, is back on the trail of a new cold-blooded killer, who may be more dangerous than himself or any of the killers he ever faced.
Jennifer Spencer (Sondra Locke) and her sister were gang raped years ago, after a female friend of the gang, Ray Parkins and had persuaded them to come to a fair. The brutal rape left the sister permanently catatonic and almost vegetative. Jennifer is now out for revenge. She kills her attackers one by one, shooting them first in the genitals then between the eyes, except for the female who is shot in the heart.
Must get the damn DVD! w00t!!!