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Monday, May 16, 2005

O, Beauty. Til Now I Never Knew Thee!

So what have we learnt today?




I had just finished reading 'V for Vendetta'.

And now I'm doing some justice to it. Besides the fact that it was a rather good read, and deserves a lot more than a movie adaptation, the story was twisted but with very good underlying metaphors sitting around just waiting to be discovered. Alan Moore amazes me once again with his fluid storytelling and the graphics contributed by David Lloyd (although showing signs of age) conveyed the message with precise incision. Hey, give it some leeway; it's a 1988 comic book.

Below might be spoilers to some but it can also be taken lightly as me promoting the book to you. If you want a good nice 3 hours wasted sitting in front of the computer; I can gladly aid you in some digital .jpeg action. Ready? Perfect.

Tap your heels together 3 times and wish you were in Britain.

Set during the 90's, with the assumption that the Labour Party gained power in 1983 then the removal of all American missiles in the British soil (thus preventing Britain from becoming a major target in the event of nuclear war) Fascism takes over a post-holocaust Britain. Under a dictator, named 'The Head', 'Norsefire' controls Britain, always behind the veil of technology. Various other parts of the government, creatively named 'The Eye', 'The Ears' and 'The Finger' (you should know what they do by now) carry out all the dirty work to maintain order.

Fascism has been tried and failed in history. So, why did Alan Moore try to write about it again? Everything; the pros and cons of fascism can be clearly seen in Hitler's rule, or in some communist countries. Too much control given to one insane madman is never a good idea. A government or state that is under this kind of rule will not be able to advance much because living in an everything-that-belongs-to you-belongs-to-the-nation theory does not really work. It is in the human nature to want to have possessions of their own. Ah, but in 'V for Vendetta', the people of Britain are so blind that they do not know and cannot expect anything more because they are content with what they have and do not bother about what lies outside of their imaginary cages. Sounds like Matrix, doesn't it?

Or perhaps Plato's 'The Cave'?

So here you have the 'good guys'.

And now you will see the bad guy, "the black sheep of the family", as he calls himself.

At the starting pages of this three book read, you will be introduced to Evey Hammond, a young 16 year old working in 'munitions', that's weapons to you, who tries to whore herself to some men which turns out to be a big mistake when she finds out that they are 'Fingermen'. She tries to escape the policemen, but as in many damsel in distress situations like this, they try to rape her as they have the 'prerogative' to. News is that Natalie Portman will be playing Evey in the upcoming movie adaptation, so we shall see how well she flairs in this scene.

Now V is a mysterious character with a bizarre papier mache mask, cape and dons a conical hat. His entrance into the story echoes the likes of Batman, where a dark-shadowy character appears out of thin air to save the maiden. One nice touch Alan added to V was that he quotes from literature and speaks in riddles. Your preconception of a common one-dimensional rebel vanishes as you realize that V has thoughts and opinions the same as everyone else and not a common Dr. Evil. This is what Alan is good at doing. His characters have depth.

Remember 'The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen'? No, not the movie, it does no justice to the book at all. For example, in the second volume of TLOEG, know that The Invisible Man died ass-raped by Mr. Hyde. And that was because The Invisible Man drowned Mina Harker (The Vampire) in her own vomit when she found out that The Invisible Man made a pact with the invading Martians. Something to chew on, huh?

Well, back to V.

Movie previews indicate that the movie will be futuristic, with a background for a pretty grim, bleak and totalitarian future. I think it would lose it's originally if they try to recreate an 'I Robot' atmosphere. What is depicted in the graphic novel is astonishing - it looks like a 1950s-black-sedan-jukebox-gigantic-computers-communist-soldiers-railway-tracks-spiral-stairs-concentration-camps-westminster-abbey Britain all set in 1997. Maybe David and Alan were actually trying to predict a high-tech future for the 90's but with their meager knowledge of rapid technology, they couldn't. Or, they purposely neglected technological advancement since this is a fascist country and the nuclear war just ended. Figures.

I particularly like how V kills his foes. After each murder, he will leave behind a 'Violet Carson' rose and his unforgettable 'V' insignia. Sometimes, as he kills he will recite a Shakespearean or biblical verse or even puts Beethoven's Fifth, which tempo is cleverly disguised as a Morse code for 'V' - that reflects exactly or metaphorically what he is doing. The way he kills them is cruel but you have to give him ten stars for style. And as to not reveal too much as to why and how his systematic killing and the eventual freedom of Britain from the totalitarian grip, I will not spread myself too thin any further.

After reading this for a few days, I still wonder that if Malaysia is controlled by a communist party and we still have this kind of 'lepak' mentality around kids these days, would we still survive as a nation. Sure, we are gifted with the likes of capable leaders like Tunku Abdul Rahman, but what if Chin Peng took over after the British left us in the dawn of WWII? Then we shall have sweet potato food rations, 10pm curfews, concentration camps for the rehab of religious martyrs and although some female compadres will beg me not to mention - common toilets. Now, aren't you happy you're not living in a world like V?

Political issues like when royalties fall and when order is amassed into chaos is addressed here as Alan weaves a chronicle of fear, spoon-fed lies and the British way of innovative bollocks. But beware, do not bring your children to this one. Unless they tone down the violence and sex and wife-abuse scenes for the movie, I think little Johnny might have a better time watching Teletubbies with the maid at home.

Oh, yeah, and Natalie Portman will get abused, put behind bars, made to suffer and shaved bald if all is in order.

Goodnight England. Goodnight Home Service. This is the Voice of Fate signing off.

England prevails.

That's what we've learnt today.

(Ps. You might have heard me mentioning: 'Remember the fifth of November'. Do some research of your own here. Then join me as I go blow up the Parliament next week.)
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Wednesday, May 11, 2005

So This Is A .Jpeg / .Bmp Extensive Blog

So what have we learnt in prom?

I got up; brushed my teeth 3 hours later and made my bed. I got up; trampled on my mat and made faces to the mirror as I applied facial cream on my hands. I got up; looked around for a belt and then realized I didn't need one. I got up; switched-on my infernal computer monitor and saw my Windows XP in 3rd degree-PMS; slapped in the installer and formatted my worries away. I got up; fetched water from the well and drank a whole bucket to quench my thirst.

I got up; flinging my imaginary pet parrot on my left shoulder and hummed to the theme of 'Pirates of The Caribbean'. I got up; looking at my clock, "Friday." it said and thus, went back to sleep. I got up; thought of sex and sex it shall be. I got up; saw how not ready I was for this day and asked myself if I had actually prepared myself the night before for this day. I got up; testing and tasting the burnt air of carbon ashes of fallen trees and coughed.

I got up; opened my door and heard the door key lock mechanism unlock; the complexities of technology, mind-boggling. I got up; little black ants swarming in the hall - building their fortress of multitudes. I got up; without a care of consequences, lighted up the stove and boiled a mixture of hydrogen and oxygen. The weight of my world. I got up; and realized it was just another day.

A day with lotsa boobs. More than the usual dose, I presumed.

Pepe watched as I shook hands with the doorknob and left the house. I walked out of my dwelling place to the wide open nuclear wasteland of Cyberjaya. Commit myself to the lift as it descended. Reached my pal's place in search of food. Shocked to find a female sitting beside him. Sweat and hormons.

"Eh, got anything to eat? (ignoring the girl beside him)"

"Er."

"Can I have that Maggi? (trying to maintain my stature whilst a growling stomach.)"

"Er."

Went back with a smile on my face which quickly changed into a sour-troubled look as I looked at my watch. 1 more hour. Quickly made myself the fastest, quickest meal while chatting with my Evey Hammond about what I should really wear. And the phone rang. I ran to the washroom. Made faces at the mirror yet again trying to make sure I will avoid making these faces at night. The phone rang. Did my hair in a jifty, wore everything I had to and rushed to the carpark.

"What the heck.."

"Just go and don't ask."

"...are you wearing?!"

Sam and I and my pet parrot Pepe made a stop at the campus to pick up Evey. Butterfly tattoos and black dresses. Karma and cleavages. Evey looked stunning garbed in black. I felt as though there was something she could still have done about her dress: perhaps flaunt more skin. Perhaps a little more cheer on her face and less glitter powder. Pepe stayed quiet throughout the journey. It was hot, humid, breath-takingly torturous, ineptible above sea level. We were heading for prom.

While the 3 of us were excited about the whole event, Sam's car was in a whole different mood.

It's air-conditioning broke down.

The 'Renaissance' KL. We reached the venue around 7pm. The usual suspects were all making up and zipping their trousers in the toilet. It was like a gallery of mannequins in tuxedos. Minus me. Got some unwelcomed glances as people scorned at the way I was dressed for the night.

Partners upon partners filled the beautifully crafted hall. I took a sit and then 5 hours later I left.

Some how I realize that one should never write about prom after 3 months of passing.

That's what we've learnt in prom.

This will do.


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