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Thursday, February 25, 2010

The NameLess last show

The last time music was at its best was the year 1989. When 1990 was welcomed, the world of music crashed. That’s when all believe the world would end. As in Neil Gaiman’s Anansi Boys, when things were created, they were sung, and therefore, music was the first matter to ever be created. Even the Big Bang was music itself, as music is a combination of sounds and silence. But whatever the cause, people gave up, and let neither sounds nor silence to take over their lives as it should be. Then, as if God was pitiful of the beings he created, and there was nothing worthy and new sung to exist, in the year 2004, music began to bloom and soon as it touches the year 2007, it has moved from an A to an incredible and everlasting (hopefully) A+.

By June 2010, The NameLess will be 3 years old. We have all grown up. We got a ‘bandly’ name eventually, names after some friends at school, who have never met The NameLess ( TheLaVa's schoolmates, you know who you are). It’s time to expand our knowledge of an incredible universal language. As individuals, we will go our separate ways to create what other artists out there create, possibly if it could change the world, it would be even better. It was nice to have someone walk towards you while you were in line at a donut store, shake hands with you and tell you that your previous show was wonderful and hope to see you perform again, soon. Yes, we will perform soon, the last time as The NameLess.

Exact date will be informed. The NameLess will try their very best to get a shot at The Royal Selangor Club, and possibly somewhere in Singapore and DEFINITELY Japan (as we do have fans there, really, Japanese can be fans to almost anything). Some will move to a different band, some will go for pop. I will. BE there, it would be terribly awesome. The NameLess thank everyone for their support, cheers, screaming and rotten tomatoes.

Monday, February 15, 2010

The Greatest Disappointment

In June 2004, 20th Century Fox acquired feature film rights to the book. In April 2007, director Chris Columbus was hired to helm the project. Filming began in April 2009 in Vancouver. Portions of the film were shot at the Parthenon in Nashville, Tennessee, a full-scale replica of the original Parthenon in Athens. Filming wrapped up on the morning of July 25, 2009 in Vancouver, British Columbia. Digital intermediate work began in San Francisco in November 2009. Christophe Beck composed the score.

Columbus has stated that the cast were chosen specifically with sequels in mind. " I think with Percy Jackson it was a matter of finding the right cast to fit into these roles, sort of the perfect cast for these roles, because hopefully, God willing, we will go on to do other Percy Jackson films and you want the cast to grow with their characters."

Reviews for the film have been mixed, as indicated by a weighted average score of 48 out of 100 from Metacritic.The film currently holds a 47% 'Rotten' rating on Rotten Tomatoes, based on 78 reviews; the site's general consensus being that although the film "may seem like just another Harry Potter knockoff, the film benefits from a strong supporting cast, a speedy plot, and plenty of fun with Greek mythology". Kenneth Turan of Los Angeles Times described the film as "standard Hollywood product... unadventurous and uninteresting." The Washington Post reviewer thought "the movie suffers by taking itself a little too seriously. It's not just that it's a lot less funny than the book. It's also a lot less fun."

If Columbus were to touch another decent book, I swear upon The River Styx, I will pulverise him. He just ruined my life.

Thursday, February 11, 2010

Happy Saint Valentine's Day!!!!!

People, on 14 February, we’re celebrating love and affection between intimate companions. As everyone should remember, this holiday is named after one or more early Christian martyrs named Valentine and was established by Pope Gelasius I in 495 A.D.

You see, Valentine of Rome was a priest from Rome who was martyred on AD 269 and was buried on the Via Flaminia. You can check out his awesome relics at the Church of Saint Praxed in Rome, and at Whitefriar Street Carmelite Church in Dublin, Ireland.

Valentine of Terni (another fellow) became bishop of Interamna (modern Terni you see) about AD 197 and is said to have been martyred during the persecution under Emperor Aurelian. He is also buried on the Via Flaminia, but in a different location than Valentine of Rome. His relics are at the Basilica of Saint Valentine in Terni (Basilica di San Valentino)

The Catholic Encyclopedia also speaks of a third saint named Valentine who was mentioned in early martyrologies (I know, there is such thing…) under date of February 14 (visit my mini-library for this). He was martyred in Africa with a number of companions, but nothing more is known about him. (Not enough Valentines, is it?)

No romantic elements, materials, chemicals and other related stuffs are present in the original early medieval biographies of either of these martyrs. By the time a Saint Valentine became linked to romance in the fourteenth century, distinctions between Valentine of Rome and Valentine of Terni were utterly lost. Maybe the other Valentines never have seen roses before…

So, according to the 1969 revision of the Roman Catholic Calendar of Saints, the feast day of Saint Valentine on February 14 was removed from the General Roman Calendar and relegated to particular (local or even national) calendars for the following reason:
                "Though the memorial of Saint Valentine is ancient, it is left to particular calendars, since, apart from his name, nothing is known of Saint Valentine except that he was buried on the Via Flaminia on February 14."
 Ya, so, the valentine dude's not important because you guys are busy watching lions eating people. So, the Maltase from Balzan celebrate the dude’s feast day, and people say the relics of the saint are can be found there, and also throughout the world by Traditionalist Catholics (Caveman Catholics) who follow the older, pre-Vatican II calendar (this was during the big, big shift).

According to The Early Medieval acta version, St Valentine was persecuted as a Christian and interrogated by Roman Emperor Claudius II in person. Emperor Claudius was like totally impressed by Valentine and had a discussion with him, attempting to get him to convert to Roman paganism in order to save his butt. Valentine was like “No way man!!Why not convert to Christianity, its wicked awesome dude!” Because of this, he was executed. Before they chop him up and serve him in Roman stew, he performed a miracle, which was healing his jailer’s blind daughter, just like Christ, but Christ did it in style though…..

Legenda Aurea still provides no links or connections to whatsoever with sentimental love, smoochies, chocolates and hugs, which have been digested biologically in our time to portray Saint Valentine as a priest who said NO WAY to an unattested law attributed to Roman Emperor Claudius II, allegedly ordering that young men REMAIN SINGLE. The Emperor whacked this just to grow his army, believing that married men are the worst soldiers, EVA. The priest Valentine, however, secretly performed marriage ceremonies for young men. When Claudius found out about this, he had Valentine arrested and thrown in jail. So, according to History.com, there’s this embellishment to The Golden Legend provided by American Greetings, Inc., on the evening before Valentine was to be executed, he wrote the first "valentine" himself, addressed to a young girl variously identified as his beloved, as the jailer's daughter whom he had befriended and healed, or both. It was a note that read "From your Valentine.”

Guess Valentine could end up as an ophthalmologist…healing the blind, and of course, we won’t get chocolates, cards and roses…but a pair of glasses or contact lenses on every 14th February…

So he was buried on February 14th,
and that he wrote his last letter to his friend,
executed by the Romans,
the guilt of receiving roses...
Lawls, Happy Valentine's!

Monday, February 8, 2010

Mosquitoes

Once upon a time, there lived a young teenage girl. Now the girl had a wonderful family before, though she had no brothers or sisters. Then, her mother died of an unknown disease. And so one day, her father decided to marry a rich divorced lady from a nearby town. He thinks that his teenage daughter needed the care and attention of a mother. As the years go by, her father died of a tragic accident, leaving her biologically orphan. This event, however, has made her stepmother to show her real colour. The poor girl then was put to hard work around the house, doing chores till midnight and had no rest. The big house she once lived in, with all freedom was now her cage. She was given an old, dusty room with a small window for little light and breeze, but for all, she had nothing. Her room, which she had once, was given to her stepbrother, the one person who actually enjoys the misery of her life. He would bare false witness against her, making a horrible event which occurred to be her fault, when it was his.

Now, the biggest problem the village they lived in was mosquitoes. There are so many of the little creature that all people were to sleep with mosquito bed nets. The family had the finest bed nets in the land, but the girl had the opposite. Hers was filled with holes, huge holes that seemed to be an invitation to all mosquitoes in the land for a great feast. And every night, she can go to sleep with no peace, for the mosquitoes kept on feasting on her blood. For one tired and exhausting night, irritated by the mosquitoes, she started to kill them. She slapped as hard as she could, and many mosquitoes died.

Upon seeing this, the Commander of the Mosquito Army sent an entire fleet to her bedroom. Now, all could the girl do was watch as a giant army of mosquitoes entered her little, gloomy room, carrying her in her already torn blanket, with all their might. Mind you that the number of mosquitoes carrying the girl was unbelievable. And so, out from the window and away into the night, the mosquitoes carried the girl. The girl was so frightened, she barely made a noise as they carried her away to a faraway swamp. Once they reached their nest, the girl was brought to their queen. Their queen appears to be the biggest mosquito you have ever seen, yet she did not looked much evil and hungry, but calm and patient. The girl then, realizing that it was their queen, gave her a bow, without muttering a word.

“My child, I heard from my sources that you have killed many of my mosquitoes. Tell me, what is your intention to decrease the size of my army?”
“Your highness, pardon me, oh please! It has been a terrible day. I was forced to wax the floor of the entire mansion belonging to my father, by my very own stepmother. I have not rested for many days. When the opportunity of a good night sleep came, I was disturbed by an army of mosquitoes. With my humanoid instincts, I killed them”
“Your stepmother would do such a thing to you? Oh, you poor misfortunate girl, I feel for you. Since you have no bad intentions over killing my men, I shall free you. Instead, I will grant you a give. But first, you must obtain for me a watermelon; can you do that for me, my child?”
“Yes, your majesty, I will try my best to get you a watermelon.”

And so the next day, the girl re-visited the swamp with a huge watermelon, after sneaking out from her home. The watermelon was the handed to the queen as she requested. The queen then muttered some magical spells and made the watermelon glow, which made the girl amazed and awed.
The watermelon was then given to girl. “Now my child, go home to your room, with a big knife in your hand. Cut the watermelon into two, right at its center. As you make the first cut, whatever you muttered first, will come true. But do this with all your windows and doors opened”.

And so that was what the girl did. Then, the room was suddenly filled with many extraordinary gifts of jewelry, gold shillings and beautiful outfits decorating the entire room, from the top of the ceiling to the bottom of the floor. Now, her stepbrother who was watching from behind saw the entire event and wanted to have the same gift as his stepsister’s. And so he came into the room, and confronted her. She told him the entire adventure she had, being all innocent and honest. And so at that night, as to prepare for bed, he started tearing his bed nets, dressed in rags like his sister and fell asleep. At that night, an army of mosquitoes attacked him. In accordance to his sister’s event, he killed many, and was brought to see the queen. He told the same story as his sister did, and got sympathy from the queen. He also obtained the same task and gift, and ran off back to home in the morning. So ran upstairs he did into his room. The girl then approached her brother, wanting to share his delight, but his greed was overwhelming. He told her to get out of the room, and shut all windows and doors so that no one can see. In the room, all alone, he sat there, a knife in his right hand, and a watermelon in front of him. As he made his first cut, with his greedy wish waiting to escape his tongue, his very own mother gave a knock on his door, which caught him by alarm and startled him. To this, with the first cut of the magical watermelon, he muttered

“Crap!”