[::..No Pork; No Lard..::]

Palace intrigue abounds as the emperor's middle son, Prince Jai, arrives after long service in the military. To honor his arrival, a huge ceremony is planned. In the middle of the night, hundreds of servants, functionaries and others arise and carefully prepare themselves; the scale and precision of the sequences tell me that I’m in for a treat.
But before he can visit the palace, Prince Jai must first pass a test. He and his father, both dressed in impressive armor, battle each other with swords. As I watch the tense fight, I sensed that the sparring match might foreshadow something far more grave.
Inside the impossibly ornate palace, the empress awaits the arrival of Jai, her son. I found out that she has been having an affair with her stepson, Crown Prince Wan, a self-professed weakling who doesn't believe he deserves the throne.
It's also easy to see that the empress is very ill. Her forehead is beaded with sweat and she's wracked with tremors. To combat this, the emperor has ordered the imperial doctor to prepare an herbal potion of the emperor's concoction, but the empress is not convinced of its worth. On the eve of the Chong Yang Festival, golden flowers fill the Imperial Palace. The Emperor returns unexpectedly with his second son, Prince Jai. His pretext is to celebrate the holiday with his family, but given the chilled relations between the Emperor and the ailing Empress, this seems disingenuous.
Meanwhile, Prince Jai, the faithful son, grows worried over the Empress's health and her obsession with golden chrysanthemums. Could she be headed down an ominous path?The Emperor harbors equally clandestine plans; the Imperial Doctor is the only one privy to his machinations.
Amid the glamour and grandeur of the festival, ugly secrets are revealed. As the Imperial Family continues its elaborate charade in a palatial setting, thousands of golden armored warriors charge the palace. Who is behind this brutal rebellion? Where do Prince Jai's loyalties lie? Between love and desire, is there a final winner? There might be - if only the movie has subtitles.
I loved the movie so much but I was also desperate for a conclusion. There must have been at least five million Chinese fighting against each other in this movie. It’s hard to name all of them. But where and when and when who matters where, I manage a decent understanding of all the plots and ploys of the plans. At least these much I understood – I think??
The Imperial household consists of the Emperor, the Empress, the crown prince - Prince Wan, Prince Jai, Prince Song, the imperial doctor, the imperial doctor’s daughter and about two million other Chinese workers.
Prince Wan is the Emperor’s first born from the Emperor’s first wife who was supposed to be dead but is still alive. Prince Jai is the son of the Emperor’s second wife who has an incestuous affair with the Emperor’s first son. Prince Song is the Emperor’s third son from a mother that I know not. He could be anybody’s son for all I care. Chan is the daughter of the imperial doctor whose wife is a mother of his daughter who used to be the Emperor’s first wife who was supposed to be dead but is still alive. The Empress is the second wife of the Emperor who is very much alive but the Emperor wants dead.
For many years, the Empress and Crown Prince Wan, her stepson, have had an illicit liaison. Feeling trapped, Prince Wan dreams of escaping the palace with his secret love, Chan, the Imperial Doctor's daughter. Numerous forces, including the Empress, who is also in love with the Crown Prince, try to keep the lovers apart. It leads them on a dangerous journey where secrets of the royal family are uncovered.
On a night before the chrysanthemum festival, Chan sneaks into Prince Wan’s chamber. There was nothing much to this scene that could leave me salivating for some steamy oriental soft porn. They talk a lot instead.
Chan: “Chan want Wan to know that Wan is Chan one and only one.”
Prince Wan: “ Chan is also Wan one and only one.”
Chan: “Wan think Chan got chan (chance) if Chan want to marry Wan?”
Prince Wan: “ If Chan want chan (chance), Wan will give Chan one chan (chance).”
Chan: “Chan love Wan and Chan want Wan.”
Prince Wan: “Wan love Chan too and Wan want Chan too…”
Bearing in mind that I did not have the benefit of a subtitle, this was what possibly could have transpired when the Emperor finds out about the illicit liaison between mother and son…. I think??
Emperor: “I sent Prince Jai to war and he became a warrior. I sent Prince Song to school and he became a scholar. I wanted to teach you how to fight so that you can become a fighter. Instead you stayed behind with your mother…only to become a MOTHERFUCKER!!!”
Just before the epic adventure on the night of the chrysanthemum festival, the imperial family gathers for a karaoke session.
Emperor: “Song… why don’t you sing us a good song”
Prince Song: “What song do you want Song to sing?”
Emperor: “As long as Song sing a song, we sing with Song and we sing along.”
Prince Song: “If Song sing a song and Song sing a “Thong Song”, will your majesty sing along?”
Emperor: “As long as the “Thong Song” is not a long song, we will sing the song with Song”
And then when the Emperor senses a looming threat, he relocates the doctor's family from the Palace and makes him the new Governor in a remote area of Shuzhoa. While they are en route, mysterious assassins attack them. Chan and her mother are forced back to the palace. Their return sets off a tumultuous sequence of dark surprises. During the hot pursuit, Chan is separated from her mother. Frantic, the poor mother goes screaming for her name in search for Chan.
Mother: “CHAN!!! CHAAAAAAN………!! “CHAAAAaaaaaaaaaaan…..!! “CHAAaaaaaaan ….!!!
“CHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!! “Chan Ma Li Chan ketipong payong…………….”
I know that I may not be a 100 percent accurate. But a Chinese movie with no English subtitles - go figure yourself. The End...Phew!!
Sunday, January 21, 2007
[::..TRUTH Be Written; TRUTH Be Told...::]

There is here a cruel dilemma before us. Were we not taught how to forgive out of love, how to forget out of humility. So let us examine our hearts and see if there is any unforgiven hurt - any unforgotten bitterness. People often think of morality as a kind of bargain in which they can subordinate one’s right and fashion the issue according to their own rules of thumb. This, indeed creates a dangerous world – a world in which moral issues become a fertile ground to breed immorality.
Truth be told – Without wanting to sound condescending, you are not that stupid after all, and you ain’t that bad either. Your comment in my entry ref: “What’s Good For The Goose; Is Good For The Gander” may not entirely represent the essence of its goodwill, but it’s definitely a consolatory overture nonetheless. I read your comment with mix feelings of course and I discovered that when you least care to admit it, you feel more confused than thankful, more caught than called, and more worried than gracious.
Your retaliatory counter-threat against Ziehan however does not scare us. Lest you forget, it was I who wrote “I don’t fucking care if no one comes out of this smelling like roses.” So you want to expose Ziehan – shame on you. So Ziehan has a skeleton in her closet – shame on her. And that when you’re done, you also think that I will leave her – shame on me. Must I remind you that my love for Ziehan knows no bound? Must I also remind you that when I first fell in love with your sister, I fell in love with her not for who she was but for the woman she is. I cannot comprehend those rules of conduct that make you so content with yourself and so cold to a sister that you professed you love still.
Suppose I don’t give a damn about your retaliatory counter-threat. Suppose I were to put my balls in your court. Suppose I were to tell you – “Let’s play.” Now, do you suppose I sounded scared? Just do not poise yourself for a showdown if you do not have the stomach for it. I have no reason to suppose, that they, who would take away my liberty, would not when I play into their hands, take away my pride and every thing else.
Your observations, perceptions and beliefs are a blend of false information, biases, prejudices, in which morsels of truth swim around and give you the reassurance albeit false, that the whole concoction is real and true. Regrettably, this catalogue of errors that only offers you the singular illusion that we are rebels without a cause misguides you. So let us not be blind to our differences. Let us just direct the attention to our common purposes and to the means by which we can rehabilitate those differences.
In a matter pertaining to Ziehan’s entry that you purportedly said started all these, Ziehan might have done wrong all for her own right reasons. Right or wrong, whatever that reasons might be, she did it all within the confine of her personal and legitimate premise. Truth be told; I did not condone that – and Ziehan knew that then. Truth be told; I was just as displeased when she pulled that entry down. But between the principles and convictions that I am so committed to, I could never argue against her when I realized that she pulled the entry down all for the sake of a mother that she loves dearly. The matter was supposedly settled when Ziehan retracted the entry and likewise apologized when your cousin sought the same from her.
Now I ask you this question – was it not enough an apology when Ziehan replied to your cousin? Was it not enough a goodwill when Ziehan retracted her entry? And was it not enough to see your own mother on her knees that you now want to see your sister apologize publicly to these people in her blog? If it was up to me, your mum shouldn’t have sacrificed half her height to these people. Is it not the law of nature that when you place someone on a high pedestal, the higher they are, the smaller you’d become? Yes indeed - I would have been very angry if I were you. You asked me a question and that is my answer. But if I were you, I would have been angry only with myself. All for one reason and one reason alone – that you couldn’t do enough to salvage the dignity of a wonderful mother from the ‘holy’ feet of the high and mighty relative.
It also saddens me to note that you chose to persistently believe that I insulted John despite my assurance that my entry was just a figure of speech with no malice intended. You conveniently took my manuscript out of its context just so you could champion your right to be offended.
Insofar as my friend is concerned, you can continue to dance with the wolf. There is no love lost here – just trust me. Nobody can change a wolf into a butterfly – if she’s a wolf, she’s a wolf and that’s that. And I do not have the slightest inclination to make your blogging friends mine to play with in the first place. Whatever opinion they may have, it wouldn’t cost me anything – would it? When Ziehan’s rights to free speech becomes ‘mengumpat’ to you, it just sounded so funny to see you write “If your school friend and me discussed something concerning both of you, well too bad.” If that is not ‘mengumpat’ to you, just don’t stop on my account.
I would have loved to respond to all of your comments in my personal pursuit for justice. But I must admit that I could not possibly continue without discrediting you. For once you touched me with your sense of civility. Despite all these acrimonious spats, I do believe that all is not lost. I hope that our most important task now is to transform our consciousness so that this enmity is no longer an option for us in our personal lives, that understanding that a world of tolerance is possible only if we relate to each other as peaceful beings, one individual at a time. Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. I know that there are eyes that watch all of us. There are judgments that weigh everything we do. I also know that every good and excellent thing in the world stands moment by moment on the razor-edge of danger and must be fought for. Lick your wounds no more for I meant you no harm. As a matter of real concern that your comments might do you more harm than good, it is in your best interest therefore that I choose not to publish it. Nothing that is worth doing can be achieved in our lifetime; therefore, we must be saved by hope. Nothing which is true, or beautiful, or good, makes complete sense in any immediate context of time; therefore, we must be saved by faith. Nothing we do, however virtuous, could be accomplished alone; therefore, we must be saved by respect. No virtuous act is quite as virtuous from the standpoint of our friend or foe as it is from our own standpoint; therefore, we must be saved by the final form of respect, which is mutuality. I have a love story to tell, a train to catch, dreams to chase and a journey to complete - In time, I will let the truth reveals itself.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
[::..What's Good For The Goose; Is Good For The Gander..::]
So you think you have had your fair share of your fair say. Now allow me to have mine. Whether or not it’s a fair share of your say or a fair share of mine; like you, I will play this to the gallery. So let’s play this to the amusement and entertainment of those that play in your playground as well as mine. Since it suits you fine, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander then – albeit this will not add inches to my dick nor will it inflate the size of my balls.
I warned you against putting yourself on a collision course with me or you might expose one too many dirt of your own and self inflict upon your pathetic life the pitfall of your excessive pride and suffer the peril of your own doing. Now that you elect to raise the level of our confrontation, the pleasure to entertain my audiences will be as much mine as it has been yours. This moment henceforth, whatever two pence worth you give, you’ll get two pence back what you’re worth. In all its fairness, I called it ‘quid pro quo’. You want to go for the jugular; I am more than elated to indulge you. I don’t fucking care if no one comes out of this smelling like roses, not the least you, who are hidebound by character.
Now let’s go back to my entry ref “Taking An ONDE At My OWNDAY” dated 20th November 2006. That entry was motivated by the need to address those spineless pussies who hide behind their keyboards and then deem right upon themselves to pass disparaging comments – you included. And when you are torn between your guilt and that oversize ego of yours, you tagged me with such flagrant audacity as if I owe you an answer to your so-called ‘intelligent question’ - never mind that I didn’t know who the fuck you are!! And then now, you have the propensity to blabber like you are an innocent victim of an unforgiving institution.
I may be a good friend to ‘Bruce Almighty’ but I don’t recall being empowered with the divine office to canonize anyone as ‘SAINT’. While it’s true that I wrote “But if you chose to trample upon the rights of others to feel and express themselves in a space that doesn’t even belongs to you, I don’t care if you are Mother Theresa, be that you are married to St. Peter, St. Paul, St. Luke or St. JOHN, just don’t expect me to exercise restraint”, one does not need to be intellectually gifted to know what a figure of speech is all about. If JOHN is a Saint by an implicit insinuation according to your fuck up context, then why are you not Mother Theresa? Having said that, don’t ever attempt to paraphrase my manuscript out of its context – you do not have the intelligence for that. Talking about which, I know as a matter of fact that JOHN is indeed a saint, and so is George and so is Paul. If it is within my authority, I might as well make Ringo a saint too. GET IT??
And then you also want the world to know THE REAL LIAR I AM…. Well you didn’t try hard enough. BUT the world certainly knows now what a BLOODY FOOL you are. Especially now that you have a newly found friend, the two of you after all made perfect bedfellows. You could not have asked for more. Only IDIOT begets IDIOT; and between the two of you, I am not the least surprise if you all share a combine IQ just enough to play ‘scissors, paper, stone’. For all I care, you can choose to dance with that wolf (your newly found friend) and feed your dogs, OR feed the wolf and dance with your dogs. While you were pontificating to prove a point, you also talked about Cat Steven and all your dogs in a same breath. Cat and dogs… you are not running for a high office in SPCA are you?
We all know that your parents are a wonderful people and Ziehan and I have tremendous respects for them. Fuck you if you choose not to believe that. Just because they are staying under your roof, that doesn’t necessarily qualify you as the sole provider of their ‘comfortable life’. By the way, what exactly is your definition of a ‘comfortable life’? Is it the comfort of a roof above their heads that you are providing them with in your ‘concrete cubicle’; or the convenience that they are providing you with to cater to all your needs? Were you not taught that what you give with your right hand, the left hand should not know? Unless of course if you want to give yourself a slap in the face with one hand, you might as well tell the other hand to do the same; and for your own good measures, you might like to tell your leg to kick you in the ass too.
I am a simple man who doesn’t waste time wondering 'what could have been', knowing I am 'what could have been' and 'could not have been'. I live on both sides of the fence where my grass is always green. These spaces have parameters you know…. it’s called "The Thin Red Line". Now let me tell you what I have, and what I don’t have.
I have emails to expose you as a hypocrite. Those mails that you talked about some of your own relatives - remember? I don’t have respect for you; BUT I have enough sanity within me to prevent both Ziehan and myself from wanting to do that.
I have enough to document you as a pathetic loser. I don’t have respect for you still; BUT I have enough compassion to spare you from shame and embarrassment.
I have patience; BUT I don’t have tolerance for STUPIDITY.
Now back to ‘The Thin Red Line’. If you are not familiar with ‘Lex Talionis’, it’s simply ‘The Law Of Retaliation’ in English. Like I said before, whatever two pence worth you give, you’ll get two pence back what you’re worth. And if you elect to thread upon the limit of my demarcation, you will suffer an irreparable impact of your indiscretion.
Life is all about choices. I wouldn’t run to your mum if I were you. She might fall sick and then like you always did, you will conveniently blame it on Ziehan. Before you allow yourself to be immersed by your egotistical appetite, just remember that I am not asking for much here. If you could humble yourself to Ziehan in any manner that you deem fit, I will not pursue my promise of retaliation.
I owe you no apology just yet; but if I had offended John, you only have yourself to be blamed. Nonetheless, please convey my apology to him. I meant him no disrespect – and you know that.
There is an oasis of joy and a fountain of happiness within us all: it is in our mind, our hearts, the tenderness we bring to our lives and the lives of people we love. When we learn to tap this source, we will truly have defeated rage and fury.
It remains my wish now that you don’t fuck up the options before you, OR you will have none whatsoever to feel sorry for in the near future.
Thursday, January 04, 2007
[::.."To Be; Or Not To Be..."..::]

Our society is run by insane people for insane objectives. I think we're being run by maniacs for maniacal ends and I think I'm liable to be put away as insane for expressing that. That's what's insane about it.
We habitually erect a barrier called ‘blame’ that keeps us from communicating genuinely with others, and we fortify it with our concepts of who's right and who's wrong. We do that with the people who are closest to us and we do it with such neglects, with all kinds of things that we don't like about our family, friends or our society. It is a very common, ancient, well-perfected device for trying to feel better. Blame others. Blaming is a way to protect your heart, trying to protect what is soft and open and tender in yourself. Rather than own that pain, we scramble to find some comfortable ground. Suppose we were able to share meanings freely without a compulsive urge to impose our view or conform to those of others and without distortion and self-deception. Would this not constitute a real revolution in culture? Deception is another matter, and sometimes we have reason to object to it, though sometimes we have no business knowing the truth, even about how someone really feels about us. We don't want to tell people what we think of them, and we don't want to hear from them what they think of us, though we are happy to surmise their thoughts and feelings, and to have them surmise ours, at least up to a point. Compassionate action starts with seeing yourself when you start to make yourself right and when you start to make yourself wrong. At that point you could just contemplate the fact that there is a larger alternative to either of those, a more tender, shaky kind of place where you could live.
Do I ever despair? Yes. It pains me sometimes to see our lack of moral sensitivity and graces. We have the tendency to take one another for granted; we are sometimes too engrossed in our pursuit of the insignificance to look out for one another. It really costs nothing to be happy for others.
If we can inculcate in our society the sense that we are all vulnerable and that we must all listen and reach out, we will be so much better off. And when we can all reach out in compassion and empathy, not only will you light up the life of another person, you will light up the whole world.
Our selfishness remains the root of all the animosities and conflicts. We often want and covet things, even those that do not belong to us. We can also be self-centered, we sometimes think ourselves better than and more superior to others. We cannot tolerate opinions different from ours.
Jealousy and ego breed hatred that can lead many to take misguided courses of actions. To attain peace, we only have to ask ourselves this question. Have we tried hard enough to cultivate compassion, magnanimity and respect for others?
People can have different points of views and opinions, but we have to be bound by a similar agenda to address certain issues. No matter how conflicting the opinions may be, it is imperative to remind ourselves that every matter of personal opinion has its own fair values.
Being human, I sometimes feel sad too, because a lot of the pain and resentment I see is self-inflicted. If we are truly sincere with our need to help others, we must give each other space and practice understanding and tolerance.
I despair when people can’t seem to accept or appreciate others who do not share the same opinions. We may not agree but we have to learn to respect – it is very important. We don’t have to hate them or look down on others because they think differently.
The longer I live, the more I realize the impact of GOD in my life. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our faith in ‘QADAK Dan QADAR’ ...I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you ...we are in charge of our desires, our needs and all of our flawed judgment. One has no need to be told that God's presence is not the place in which to stand on one's dignity. No matter how proud we may be of ourselves, let us not stand too tall, or draw ourselves to its full height, or throw back our head and shoulders and say with every part of our bodies “I am better, bigger and more important than anybody.” If it is worth and substance in life that we pray for, then we should sacrifice half our height and bow down before GOD in deepest reverence.
I know it’s easier said than done. I myself have this annoying tendencies to micro analyze small problem into smaller fractions. Especially when my rights are compromised and my privacy violated, it’s much easier for me to say FUCK YOU than to feel sorry. Remember… I am only human, I sometimes feel sad too.