So long, and thanks for the memories

So we are losing our National Stadium soon, the iconic gray megalith of unbreakable stone and grime. I will miss the old, run down place. For a place that I had spent very minimal time in, it sure holds many sweet memories for me. Primarily from the many sports days held there over my upper primary and secondary school days, breaking rules and chatting up my NPCC friends who were manning the stairs, not letting any pass and escape the dreary proceedings under the hot sun. the 20 x 100m dash highlight; the screaming from teachers on our misconduct; the many tussles occurring at the fringes of spectator divisions between the different schools. Much as we’d like to forget, our schools always demanded and received a certain strain of loyalty from us. Me, I was always checking out the chicks from the other schools. Fresh , new blood. Hmmm…..

Hah, I’m actually listening to music from the 80’s while I type this out. Ahhh, electronica and heavy synthetic bass.

*Danger Zone – Kenny Loggins*

I never attended a national day celebration there. The closest thing to a national communal thingy was some soccer matches. I remember attending a Lions vs Pahang match, the ever deadly vendetta between provided for an electric atmosphere; and also when Newcastle came to visit, with Shearer stretching by the side, when they had just signed him on. We were so psyched up for him to hit the pitch, but he never did.

So the stadium is to go. In its place would be a sports complex. Out with the old, in with new, that’s the way cities move. An ever constantly changing organism; a sum of its constituents; a soul in flux. Love it. Change can’t come quick enough for me. I get bored easily.

So I went to fill my car with more global warming chemicals late at night on National Day. As I stopped at a junction, I turned to the left and saw this car parking, and a young fellow stepped out of it. He was wearing green coveralls adorned with many patches in the designs of our military insignias. And he was holding a Styrofoam box, walking with a clearly tired gait. He must’ve just performed for the entire nation, high up in the sky, after training for it for months prior, living with precise timings and synchronicity with his squadron. I saluted him in my heart, and remembered how I used to long to be in his shoes. Life would’ve been so different. I would’ve been so different. I’d actually be cool, and with a set goal in mind. Heck, I would’ve run for presidency at the end of that road. Hah!

Then I turned to my right and saw this bicycle go by. A guy was riding hard to move the bike up a gentle slope. The funny thing was that just behind him was a frame, and there was a lady in a white dress seated every so straightly, facing away from me. I could see her long black tresses which almost didn’t seem to move. I was bemused. Here was a classic image right out of a hongkong horror flick. I laughed, and secretly wished she didn’t turn around to show me her 15cm long tongue or empty eye sockets. Brrrr…..
I caught Lady in the Water the other day. I so do love M.Night Shymalan’s work. This time round, he didn’t have a cameo. He had an fucking starring role, which tanked. But I liked the show overall. While I profess to not fully appreciate the underlying allegory (failed literature in sec sch), I think he was talking about the war that the USA is engaged in. The war in the middle east, not the war on mutant grass escaping golf courses and invading the wilds (I’m serious, its true! The latter war, that is). What did you see in the film? I would like to know.

I also caught Sophie Scholl, nominated for Best foreign language film at the Oscars. The narrative dealt with the anti-nazi movement in Germany during WW2. It was heavy, but not fresh. It reminded me of the state of affairs today, and the differences from thence. For me, nothing beats Band of Brothers when it comes to movies or serials on WW2. Yeah, I am shallow. Toldja!

Speaking of shallow, I’d been exploring the youTubeverse lately, along with its bastard cousins Filecabi, google video, iFilm, Metacafe and DailyMotion etc.. Of course, all in my never-ending pursuit for quality porn, which was what the net was built for anyway. Use it like how its meant to be used. You don’t see me using a spanner to remove a screw.

I chanced upon the usual dreadgery of the net, from low quality fan-flicks to the pranks, the cheap skanks and the voyeur-catering performers. Once in awhile, I’d come across something that has a local feel, like this and I’d get curious, like WTF is this all about? Go take look. What do you make of it?

I read somewhere previously that youTube heralds the end of all things wonderful like TV and movies, and everything will be released on the net. While it is the most excellent method of distribution, it may not be the ideal avenue to fully appreciate most materials. Besides the fact that it’d take forever to download everything in high def and other technical issues, I do not have my youtubes projected onto IMAX screens, with dolby digital surround sound, popcorn dispensers just outside the door. Heck, I can’t even make my bedroom dark at night! And let’s not forget the quintessential noisy idiots sitting behind me with one too many opinions and a fucking mobile phone that has to ring in the middle of the most dramatic pauses,l this inspite of the fucking stupid ads (especially the Disney ones)that they screen prior to the show to tell every fuckwat to switch their fucking slave driving phones the FUCK OFF!