Wednesday, March 29, 2006

This is an opera?

My overall feeling after the show: "They still need time to practice and to tweak. Perhaps for another one year and a half?"


My last show at Istana Budaya was Puteri Gunung Ledang, the musical, and it was a resounding success. I had gone into the theater that day with low expectations and was pleasantly surprised. I thought that this time I should give this show the benefit of the doubt despite bad reviews. I didn't expect to be wowed since this was an "opera" but I thought at least I would enjoy the show. Well... I spoke too soon.

There are more negatives points in M! the Opera than positive ones, to be honest. But it's a learning curve la. On the high point, at least Malaysians are trying their hand in this genre now instead of never. The show was a good effort but that's no excuse for a ticket selling show to be so dismal. I'm just disappointed in it somehow. I'm not gonna blog chronologically about the plot but rather what I thought of the individual factors.

When the lead male M appeared, I cringed, noticeably. He looked like Mat Rempit / pimp in his costume! He looked nowhere near the good guy character he was suppose to be portraying, as indicated in the programme's synopsis. Come on, people. Don't you know that see-through shirts are passe and to put it on Khir Rahman, holymotherofthesun... and the shirt was red with ruffles to boot, AND worn with STRIPPED pants! My eyes! My eyes! Blech...

Not only that but his wedding costume was just so horrible. It was dressing in layers too. There was a white thin overcoat over the inner red bathrobe-imitation thing, worn with Chinese silky looking long underpants (?) with white dress shoes....Looks like he was getting ready to bed his bride right there and then.

Khir Rahman reminded me of bad movie actors where every gesture is exaggerated and over-compensated. But then maybe that was what they were going for. *shrug* His portrayal of a dying person was on the border of horror and laughter. He jerked sporadically to indicate pain. Before that, when his nemesis pricked him with the poison needle, his elbows and knees were at odd angles jerking and twitching like a puppet on strings while still vertical. Macam bad MJ moves without the crotch-cupping.

In the end, I concluded that Khir Rahman can't act and he can't sing opera either. Maybe he's good singer in his everyday life but casting him in this so called opera was a bad step. Khir Rahman has no stage presence in M! the Opera and that's a bad thing seeing that he's the male lead! There is no chemistry between the two leads at all and both were dancing together and touching each other in what supposedly passed for passion in their minds, was in fact just..... *CRINGE & SHUDDER*. Khir Rahman really looked like a Mat Rempit in here. The shirts, the shoes, the hair... it's just all wrong. And he's supposed to be a genius fashion designer for gosh sake. Looks like in the M! the Opera Universe, bad dress-sense passes for fashion.

On the other hand, the couture costumes on the models were startlingly bold and glitzy and that's good since this is a show. I love the gold / yellow batik dresses. Wonder which designer designed those? It's good enough to be on a real runway and worn by the public.

But then there were just too many colourful costumes crowding the stage that it's hard to concentrate on the leads when your eyes keep getting drawn elsewhere. Not only that, but there were so many people on stage, so much so that they block each other from time to time irregardless of who's singing. I even saw some of them evading each other's flailing arms and legs. *Dance, dance, pirouette, duck, duck, kick up, pirouette, dance duck, whoops...*

The props... omg... what were they suppose to symbolise? The first scene had rags with great big holes like an Ikea ice-tray hanging from the top. Throw two more layers of tattered cloths and voila! you have a backdrop! *Thunderous applause* Cheh... Keep your rags la and just use the antique sewing machine coz both will have the same impact. Might as well save that little bit of money, eh? Oh oh oh, then there were the suspended Oscar wanna-be headless mannequins. Whoo hoo! Cheesy with a capital C - that is supposed to represent the fashion capital I think. Looks like scaryland to me actually... Low budget production here. Another thing, methinks they ran out of budget for paper leaves. In total I think they dropped 6 - 10 leaves only. Hahhaha. Don't know what the leaves were supposed to mean but damn funny with such measly droppings! Do you think they recycled those leaves? =P

There were too many extra characters that didn't need to be there. They somehow had no importance or impact in the story and the story would have gone on just fine without them. The whole 8.30pm - 11.30pm period, I was wondering WTF were the extras there for. I only realised, much later, that the extras were mentors and critics and social commentors. It was also very hard to understand what they were singing about! It's half of a good thing that the translation board up there was operational or else I'd been clueless throughout the whole show.

The supporting cast playing people from the past were good no doubt, and the opening scene with M!'s mother was quite delightful to a certain degree if not for the bad sound system. Everyone could sing to a certain degree but they do not enunciate their words properly. Paula Malai Ali didn't have that problem but she didn't sing much at all but rather talked her lines most of the times. That was a good move. It also didn't help that the cast were screeching their words in high notes most of the time or shouting it. And the vocal notes did not match, compliment, harmonise or even stand out against the orchestra music. The microphones were too soft compared to the loudness of the orchestra and most of the vocal was drown out by the music.

However, there was one saving grace - the score "There isn't much time" or something to that effect, when five talented ladies sang about their concern and panicked as the genius still had not designed anything for a show. Very cute the way they were fluttering about. Apparently, the beloved designer M was having some sort of designer's block and of course, when Sepi, muse or a-muse, came to the shop to see what the fracas was about, she dispersed the clucking ladies "coolly" (as written in the programme). LOL! Sepi then reminded him of the past and inspiration struck and they have a "passionate" moment together. *cringe* This score was repeated once more in the scene where the Sepi was getting fitted for her wedding to M with her four talented ladies-in-waiting. The score was memorable and catchy. Kudos to the composer for this song and to the four talented ladies for singing it. Can't say much about the rest of the score and lyrics though...

Now we come to the subject of the very talent and delicious-looking George Chan. Cast as one of the protagonist, Kerabat, he played his role as the evil ambitious brother with a whopping dose of passion and energy, amounting to good stage presence and over-shadowing the rest of the cast. He's very talented no doubt. Just wish they didn't make him shout his singing though... The best thing about George in this show was his striking dance performance and costumes. The display of his solid poke-to-test chest muscles helped elevate the show to better plains. *grin* The dramatic and bold dance moves matched the bold music, that symbolised and conveyed malevolence and ill-intentions and fury. He too had his own backup dancers and they too were fantastic. Their swirling two tone costumes worn over black boy briefs were delightfully outrageous with impressive play of muscles clearly visible. Paired with black thick cuffs on their forearm, they look positively sinful. *drool* Be my back-up dancers anytime, guys.

Doreen Tang as Sepi can be described as delightful and unaffected. But this show doesn't do her justice. For one, her songs were unmemorable and she didn't have any onstage chemistry with her leading man. But her moments with Kerabat was just hot enough to wish that he was the hero instead. Oh, and she had a wardrobe malfunction and almost flashed the audience. One of the strap on her white floaty empire cut dress snapped in her scene with Kerabat and his men. The men in the audience must have held their breath waiting for that white translucent quivering flesh to pop out of the bodice. Haha. This was when Sepi was being wooed away by Kerabat after being ignored by M in his glam television interview with Dominique Soong, played by Paula.

Also... OMG on Sepi's wedding headdress! It looked like half melted marshmallows or whipped cream swirled on her head! That was hilarious!

In the last scene where M was dying in Sepi's arm, we see the writhing hero suddenly getting up and walking around, with Sepi still staring at the ground where he lay. What the-? M dead mother appears, and Kerabat starts crying because he killed M and his knees buckles and he falls dawn shedding mournful tears. The funny thing was that I didn't know that it was M's spirit walking around coz it sure didn't look like it. Later I read in the programme synopsis that Sepi had followed M into the underworld, together with Kerabat. Why? I have no idea. How does one follow a dying love one to the underworld together with the killer??! Apparently when this death scene was being acted out, the rest of the cast froze in the darkness and covered their eyes with a veil. I didn't see that but Zona did. Only coz she was watching Paula. Seriously, how are people to notice anything the cast do in the dark? Zona made a point when she said that that scene would've been conveyed well if they had use artificial smoke to symbolise dreams or the underworld. Better to hire Zona than the guy in charge of this, whoever he is.

My advise to you, if you're watching M! the Opera soon, buy the programme or at least go read up on the synopsis before you go into the theater. Will save you a lot of confusion. The boredom bit, that's on your own. Either you'll like it or hate it, or just laugh about it... ~_^

Other reviews:
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Zona
TV SmithSuanie
Fireangel

Monday, March 27, 2006

A day of breaking a vow and an entire toe nail

My colleague thought my bandaged foot wasn't obvious enough...

I almost lost my big toe nail this morning. I was rushing when I kicked the step, HARD. The next 5 minutes saw me screwing my eyes shut with pain and swearing the air blue, black and purple. When I could think through the pain, I realised that my palm was wet. I looked down and gasped! My injured big toe had it's nail standing up 30 degrees from the nail bed! F*CK! And there was so much blood, it was surreal. I panicked and quickly pushed the nail back down! I seriously forgot about the pain in my shock of seeing my toe nail not in place. But then the moment I pushed it back down, I said a very bad word, very loud and repeatedly smashed my fist into the bed, until the pain became bearable.

Actually I was quite fascinated with my loose toe nail. I could lift the bloody thing right up and push it back down, which I did once and swore the air blue again. After that, I did it again and trickled a stream of antiseptic into the cavern. But when I pushed the nail bad down into its bed, another bucketload of blood and antiseptic soaked the tissue under it and my bed again.

So I wrapped my turning-blue big toe up with gauze and went to work. Had a meeting in 20 mins too. Later the doc said that luckily I pushed the nail back down or else it would have dropped right off when the blood dried. As it is, my nail has managed to fuse back into its nail bed. I just need time to let it fuse back and heal properly. It's still a little loose.

I didn't have proper footwear and had to fork out money at Vincci for a pair of flip-flops! I couldn't find anything else elsewhere and I can't be traipsing up and down the mall doing so. Can't believe I just bought a Vincci shoe, coz there goes my vow of never ever buying a Vincci shoe since 1999! Bloody freaking toe!

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

What is the attraction factor?

It happened again. Why I deem to blog about it is because this kind of things do not happen to me and it happened again last night. I am quite befuddled. Maybe I should just go overseas since I seem to be more attractive to non-chinese men. Hmm...

Last night, I was approached by this Italian guy who tried to ask me out for drinks. We were in the mall. I was sitting down unobtrusively, waiting for my sisters when he sat down next to me and said hi. From the corner of my eye, I knew someone sat down but I wasn't paying attention. Imagine my surprise when he repeated his greeting louder.

Anyway, little talk ensues and we found out superficial things about each other. In the end, when he asked, I was hesitant to give my contact as I always am, but he persisted and finally I gave him my email address. Said he was in IT and he's been here for 6 months working in Raja Chulan. I didn't ask deeper.

Am I interested? Maybe... not really, who knows... One of my new year resolution is to be more open to new things. But I'm not putting hope into it or anything. We will see. The last one who approached me seems to be more interested in a role in the padi fields. Wonder what this one wants...

Am I being too cynical? Probably. It's a conditioned reflex.

Thursday, March 09, 2006

Of papercuts, blistered feet and sexy cars



Our 141 launch of the All New Honda Civic launch project was a huge success. PR had an all record-high of 192 media turn out. Of course 50% of that were from marketing but still 100 pax from editorial are already damn fantastic. *grin*



We've been working non-stop the past 2 weeks on this launch, and yesterday's success was a culmination of the 141-Honda teamwork and hardwork. Yeah, essentially, I spent my birth day at KL Convention Centre, Convention Hall 4. Nope, didn't celebrate it as there really was no time, no breather, not in-betweens. Our client is very meticulous and being Japaness made them all the more of a perfectionist. We rehearsed well into the wee hours and late of the morning.

Yours truly was in charge of packing 500 paperbags worth of catalogues, press releases, and speeches. I can understand packing the Media Kits but we had to pack for the dealers and guests too which I think should not be our responsibility. Call me sour-grapes but I detest people who do not work as hard as we do but act all superior. Anyway, I digress. Each media kit contain 12 items! And the materials only arrived at 9pm on the eve of the launch! We had to rush like mad packing up those paperbags. After midnight, the 141 team called a halt on their rehearsal but when they came out and saw my team of 2 packing the paperbags, they chipped in too, of which I am very thankful coz they were so tired.

So there we were behind the KLCC registration counter, with a factory-like assembly line formed. There were 9 of us and we got the job done by 2am in the morning. Phew...

Finally fell into bed at 3am and had to wake up at 6.30am for the 7.30am FINAL final final (x 10) rehearsal. By the time I got there, the Honda PR & Marketing team was already there. Not to be mean, but some of those people there that day were darn snobbish! But their Corporate Comms girl was nice, thank god for small favours or else working there on that launch day would've been a pain is in the ass.



I love the launch gambit. We started with the VIPs pressing the launch pad. When they pressed down, blue lights apeared on the launch podium and one by one lighted up the runway. Then the SFX of a helicopter came on the speakers, and there was wind in the ballroom. Cold wind to simulate the whirling draft from a copter's blades. Then this air traffic controler guy appears from the back of the hall, waving his lighted batons, as though directing a helicopter and he was a good actor too. Before he went off-stage, he put his hand on the top of his helmut as though keeping it from being blown off, and crouched and half ran as though avoiding the deadly spinning blades of the imagenary helicopter.



After that, a SFX of siren of heavy doors opening blared over the speakers, with yellow and orange warning lights flashing, and a moment later, the backdrop split-open to reveal, with dramatic stage smoke, the All New Honda Civic. The car was driven by a male model, who inched the car down the ramp and onto the stage where he alighted and went over to the passenger side and assisted his pretty passenger out of the car, and both of them posed. *role eyes*







Anyway, that was the launch gambit. I actually didn't get to see any of this real launch gambit as I was stuck behind the registration counter the whole time. There were some media who were late and very late. After the Press Conference, lunch was served and we PR people mingled with the press for a while.





Then I got an smsed from a colleague asking us to "...assemble in the ballroom now, boss taking us for lunch". We did and then we went next door to have lunch. We went to Mandarin Oriental. Except that we didn't really have like a sit-down lunch, we had our lunch and beer at the bar. Alcohol in the afternoon. Haha, by the time we left, all of us were tipsy. ^_^

My PR head offered me a ride back but when we got to her car, which was parked in the open car park lot outside the convention centre, we discovered that her passenger side window was smashed. Her car was burgled. The parking attendant was useless, all he sulkily said was, "You shouldn't park here. It's not my fault! This is not a 24 hour car-park!" Whatever dude. I sure as hell aint ever gonna park in that lot ever coz it's not safe. Veron then called her husband and after he reached the "crime-scene", Veron urged me to go home, which I did, after seeing that I was no longer needed.

When I got home about 4pm, changed my clothes and just crashed onto the living room sofa. What a day.

Wednesday, March 08, 2006

Two more short years to being the big 3 - 0

Gosh, I feel old suddenly. I'm 28 today...

Okay, I'm off to KLCC for the major launch we've been working on for weeks, the all new Honda Civic Launch.

Ciao...

Sunday, March 05, 2006

A clip from The Labyrinth movie

Gosh, I used to watch this movie over and over again, especially this part! Love the song and at that time, loved the romanticised situation of the possibility of a young naive girl turning the big bad, good. Enjoy!

Phantasmagorical pre-birthday day

Zona gave me one of the nicest birthday present ever. Yesterday, she brought me to Shangri-La Putrajaya Spa centre for a relaxing 90 minutes of having my kinks and knotted muscles kneaded out with soothing strokes of pressure, in a setting so relaxing that that alone eliminated a quarter of my stress. And it has been a stressful past few weeks for me at work with a multitude of projects kicking off at the same time and maintaining my other accounts at the same time.

She picked me up at the Putrajaya train station and from there we entered the land where there are different lamppost for every linear stretch of road. Who ever designed this certainly has money to throw around. But it does serve it's purpose of beautifying the place. I like the Shangri-La Putrajaya's building design because of its unobtrusiveness. It looks like an Aztec pyramid from afar and somehow it blends into hills whereas the other buildings with the Moorish designs seems to split the peacefulness apart, with it sharp turrets and bright tiles that somehow just seem garish but beautiful somehow. Well needless to say, Putrajaya makes it seem like you're not in Malaysia. Nice surroundings, structure and order and not much garbage around (yet). =p

So anyway, we registered ourselves at the hotel spa and we were given lockers, towels, a HUGE robe, slippers and other small but personal items. The spa itself is of a Balinese design but zen-like as well. It had the usual wet & dry sauna, a small jacuzzi, and of course the massage rooms which was more than just a room. They gave us each a room, and to me when I walked in, looked like a small house in the sense of how it was decorated and furnished. A small Balinese house that is, with a cute and short day bed for you to sit while your attendance washes your feet in warm water scented with dried rose petals and drops of essential oil, and then scrub your feet with sea salt and pet 'em dry with soft towels, while you sip your herbal tea... How's that for personal service?

After that, it was 90 mins of bliss when she massage away my worries (and anger - work related), in the aromatherapy-scented air-conditioned room with some relaxing ambient music playing soothingly in the background. I felt myself drifting to sleep almost instantly... that is until she hit a sore spot. That almost made me jump off the bed. But I just clenched my teeth and endured. Then when the release came, it was almost orgasmic. ^_^ I slept after the knots were soothed though not completely gone.

After my 90 minutes was up, I was escorted to the Relaxation Lounge where I was served hot ginger tea with countless apples at hand. So I relaxed and fell asleep there for the time. Strangely Zona didn't turn up. In the end I went to find her and I found her in the jacuzzi area. Apparently she was trying out all the Spa's amenities. ^_^

After that, we changed into our suits and had a totally wonderful and relaxing time by the eternity pool. It felt like being on a vacation, to be able to lounge around the pool, sun-tanning, dipping in the pool to cool off and coming back up to bask under the sun. It was a wonderful day too, the weather was great and the eternity pool overlooked the PM's magnificent office and a part of scenic Putrajaya.

Thank you girl, for such a timely and wonderful birthday present. It was exactly what I needed to unwind and who better to unwind with than with you. *HUGS*

Thank you again for my wonderful birthday present. =)

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

The Fivos - tagged by Midnitelily!

5 Things You Can’t Do
* Rock-climbing
* Eat liver - in any form
* Pick up a cockroach bare-handed
* Sing like a beautiful songbird
* Do the Vulcan hand sign of 'Live Long and Prosper'

5 Things You Can Do
* Scuba Dive!
* Hit a bull-eye with a bow and arrow (after practice!) ^_^
* Swim for hours
* Fit into my old jeans (hooray)
* Play the piano

5 Things That Scare You
* Cockroaches
* Supernatural beings
* Being helpless
* People who clings
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5 Things You Love
* Lamb steaks
* Steaks that is still mooing
* Epic movie soundtracks
* Cold evenings with candles and aromatherapy
* Good red wine

5 Things You Hate
* Wet slippers
* People I barely know picking food off my plate (go get your own!)
* Colleagues who tries to sponge off me
* Being told what I already know
* Being ask when will I get married (I'm not eager to join the race la...)

5 Random Facts About You
* A big softie for drama with happy endings
* Animal lover
* Loves my baby to bits
* Works as a Junior PR Consultant
* Reads Military Si-Fi books for pleasure

5 Things You Want To Do Before You Die
* Ride a horse into the sunset on a beach
* Travel and enjoy the world with a lover
* Learn at least 5 positions from the Karma Sutra
* Establish an animal sanctuary
* Be lucky enough to be happy in this life...