will there ever be a last tattoo?

You’d probably label me a masochistic as I find pleasure in the pain I derived from being tattooed. As painful as it is, I find myself dreaming and missing the inflicting pain of the buzzing needle, only days after having being tattooed.

Endomorphines are highly addictive. These are the biochemical compounds that kick-in in our bodies as an analgesia and a sense of well-being a.k.a. ‘high’ whenever we’re suffering discomfort/pain.

Let me give you an example. The first time you have sex, it might be painful, isn’t it? But after awhile, you’d actually find it pleasurable. And after that – addictive? No? Thanks to endorphins.

Same goes to tattoos. As painful as it is, it’s always not enough. I just had the one on my ankle touched-up. Among the tattoos I have, this one is the MOST painful, most unbearable, most uncomfortable. As painful as feeling your hands freezing and your brains numbed dumb. But a couple of hours after it’s done, I can’t stop thinking of the ‘pleasure’ of pain.

I wonder whether will there ever be my last tattoo…

racist? who, me?

Have you seen the movie, Amistad? How about The Green Mile? Crash? Or most recently Blood Diamond? These are all racism-laced movies. The colour of the skin – is it that big a deal? Being the fairer the more superior than the darker. Would you hate a person just because he/she is an Indian or African?

What is a colour anyway? Some people claim that the colour, the looks, the religious/political beliefs or the origin of a person decides the value of that him/her.

But underneath the surface, we are all flesh and blood, we are all matter, we are all mortal beings. All individuals. We are only humans. What matter does the colour of the skin or the shape of the eyes do to the mind and soul?

The value of a human life cannot be measured. Every individual human is unique, no other such person has ever existed before, and no one ever will.

In the dark, we are all equal. Yet, in the biggest darkness of them all, the blindness constituted by xenophobia, prejudice and racism, people are treated inequal.

Maybe man is not a seeing creature after all.

So much for my lecture, I have to admit I don’t like Arabs. But not because of their skin colour. Much for their attitudes. Their judgement towards women being inferior and useless and stupid and only good for fulfilling their lusts and producing their offsprings.

I’d like to re-phrase my sentence…

I fuckin HATE Arab men! There! Now you can call me a racist!

Blood Diamond

We see civil war and chaos in the 90’s Sierra Leone, as BLOOD DIAMOND is the story of Danny Archer (Leonardo DiCaprio), a South African diamond mercenary (he calls himself a businessman), and Solomon Vandy (DIGIMON! Djimon Hounsou), a Mende tribe fisherman. Both men are African, but their histories are as different as their skin colours, until their fates are joined in a common quest to recover a rare diamond that can change their lives for the better. Rare as in it’s pink and it’s a fuckin 100-karat! Probably worth millions or billions or even priceless. Blood diamond a.k.a. conflict diamond or a war diamond is a diamond mined in a war zone and sold, usually clandestinely, in order to finance an insurgent or invading army’s war efforts. While in prison for smuggling, Archer finds out that Solomon, who was taken from his family and forced to work in the diamond fields, has found and hidden the extraordinary rough stone.

With the help of Maddy or was it Mandy (Jennifer Connelly), a goodie-2-shoes American journalist whose idealism is tempered by a deepening affection for Archer (and vice-versa), the two men embark on a trek through rebel territory. A journey that could save Solomon’s family and give Archer the second chance he thought he would never have. This Archer dude is an excelled ex-soldier who looks tough but actually has got a dark past of his own. Solomon is also on a quest to get his son out of the rebels group, being kidnapped and brainwashed to be a child soldier.

The rebels, Revolutionary United Front (R.U.F.), are friggin’ violent. They chop off the limbs of the civilians, especially the hands, because the government motto is ‘the power is in your hands’ or something like that. They would swipe-out an entire village with machine guns, rape women, kill babies, torture and so on. Moving out of the context of the movie a bit, it is said that for entertainment, some of the rebels would bet on the sex of the baby of a pregnant woman, then slit open the womb to determine the winner.

This is the first best movie for me, this year. Left me feeling a sense of grotesque and appalled at how ‘animal’ people can be. The story of the movie is fiction but the rebels are real. It is a true reflect of how Africa was in the 1990’s. Ending is both sad and happy. A must-watch.

I give it 8.5 out of 10 stars.

Ann

The best of my best friends came to visit me at work today. So happy to see her! Moreover for I got to have free-loadin lunch! She sat at my desk and pretended to be stressed with ‘work’.

ACHTUNG: Assassin on a loose!

An armed and dangerous assassin has been spotted at the premise of Bates141 last week. Identified as ‘KS the Sniper’ (as shown above picture), believed to be an Enemy at the Gates trained by the Israeli military, legend has it that he once gunned-down 1,000,000 rats in cold-blood.

The 25 year-old madman is 178cm tall, weighing 85kg.

The hunt is on, headed by INTERPOL officer, Richard Eames. The public is advised to report any sightings of this trained killer to Special Agent Helena of the F-Bee-Eye. Do not try to take him down yourself. I repeat: DO NOT TRY TO TAKE HIM DOWN YOURSELF. He is a highly skilled assassin and your life may be at grave danger.

It is also believed that this ruthless killer might be carrying rabies.

May God be with you.

::Jenn::

my desk

My work desk is a funfair! With cheapo SKII balloons I got downstairs.

KTV GYM???

Can somebody please explain to me, how one can do karaoke in a gym?

How? How? How???

psychedelic

Surrounded by psychedelic stars, I huffed a small hope under my breath…

A brand new year is here, another year filled with expectations, resolutions, fears and forecasts. A year that will surprise or disappoint some and make a few really happy. My sincerest wish is that everyone will be happy and share a moment of joy, peace and understanding.

That is my New Year’s wish. I hope you’ll share it with me.

when I hit 25…

That night at my birthday was fabulous. It was my BEST birthday ever-ever and ever and ever! I have my good friends with me, I have my man, but I didn’t have my bestfriends. Birthday dinner was great. Yuhei is such a good cook! The work dinner was great too. I get to play dress-up! And the party at Zouk was… well, ok.. Because the music was mellow. But everyone was there! It was like reunion party! Fab! Midlife crisis turned-out awesome!

Happy Birthday to me!

I am 25! 25! I have two dinners tonight. Company annual dinner and private dinner. A hot man will be making candlelight dinner for me. Lucky me. Lucky me, indeed! And a party at Zouk and to Studio 9 after that! My birthday! My birthday! Happy birthday to me! I am an adult now! Climbing my way up to that ambition of mine here on. 25! I am 25!

NYE party was a fuckin blast!

We had soooooooooo much fun at the New Year’s Eve party. Our place was just right facing KLCC and the fireworks lasted like 10 full minutes. We had a so-called costume cum slumber party. There was a horny Darth Vader, a convicted Bunny Raver, S&M policewoman and policeman, a witch, a drug pharmacist/doctor and a nurse, red-district sluts, ‘tau-foo-fah’ peddler and so on. It was fabulous. Big up!

My birthday is tomorrow. Turning 25. Quarter of a century old. Had some mid-life crisis a couple of weeks back. Lucky for me, the party did a whole lotta help. I was sooooo fucked. Literally and physically. Much needed.

I have to wear a dress tomorrow for the Bates annual dinner. The theme is James Bond: Casino Royale. I don’t wear dressses. But looks like this time around I don’t have much of a choice. Dress and heels. And a handbag. I’m afraid that’s a bit tad too much for me to take. But it’s the New Year, anyways…

So far, this year seems promising. Don’t call me superstitious, but I feel my new tattoo on the ankle brings me good luck. For real.

Party till we drop! Coolios!

P/S: Beautiful Dora was wearing a sweet and hip little micro mini sun-dress, in which she looked so utterly hot and fantastic!