Stuff of Legends

Yesterday, during my first night in the MCR, where it was so so so so so boring, I borrowed a colleagues hard drive and watched “Superman Returns” for the first time. Needless to say, it was boring an hour in and the plot was crap. However, I noticed that the tone of the last Superman movie wasn’t as bright and flat like the ones Christopher Reeves starred in. I begin to wonder whether they made a bad decision of canceling the Batman vs. Superman crossover live-action movie.

In my opinion, the tones of the present movies are almost similar and it would be totally wicked to see the World’s Finest immortalized on the silver screen. Christian Bale for Batman, of course, but as for Superman, I’m okay if they replaced Brandon Routh, though I’ll give him an “A” for effort.

So even though I may not be able to see the World’s Finest live-action movie during this lifetime, I’m so psyched up and waiting in anticipation for the upcoming “The Dark Knight”. Chris Nolan has definitely relaunched the Batman movie franchise into a stuff of legends now.

Powerful Death Sequence

A very touching and powerful sequence from the Scrubs episode “My Lunch”. Song is “How To Save A Life” by The Fray.

This is the kind of drama and acting and good writing you can only get from the good people at Scrubs and this is the kind of quality sitcom/drama lacking in the local scene. Seriously, the local TV people here need to start to think of sitcoms as not just dumb, slapstick-filled, horribly written bunch of camel’s crap with dialog that sound like they came from a retarded, albino hillbilly who talks to chickens using a fake duck’s bill.

Guy Love

Let’s face the facts about me and you
A love, unspecified
Though I’m proud to call you “Chocolate Bear”
The crowd will always talk and stare

I feel exactly those feelings too
And that’s why I keep them inside
‘Cause this “Bear” can’t bear the world’s disdain
And sometimes it’s easier to hide than explain our

Guy Love, that’s all it is
Guy Love, his mine I’m his
There’s nothing gay about it in our eyes

You ask me about this thing we share
And he tenderly replies

It’s Guy Love
Between two guys

We’re closer than the average man and why?
That’s why our matching bracelets say “Turk and JD”
You know I stick by you for the rest of my life
You’re the only man who’s ever been inside of me!

Whoa, whoa…I just took out his appendix

There’s no need to clarify
Oh, no?
Just let it grow more and more each day
It’s like I’ve married my best friend
But in a totally manly way

Let’s go!

It’s Guy Love, don’t compromise
The feeling of some other guy
Holding up your heart
To the sky

I’ll be there to care through all the lows
I’ll be there to share the highs

It’s Guy Love
Between two guys

And when I say, “I love you, Turk”
It’s not what it implies

It’s Guy Love
Between two guys

Janitor is not Stupid

Although I won’t go to the Janitor’s extent, I know exactly how it feels like to be ridiculed and made seem like you’re inferior to another human being who’s no better, if not worse, than you. Ironically, however, my brother, who’s a doctor, never made me feel that way, but there are those who don’t even know me and think just because they’re higher up in a certain hierarchy that they’re better than everyone else below them.

Talent Search

I am on a quest to get a new artist for my comic book.

I am supposed to get daily update sketches and since today is already the 16th, I’m supposed to get the entire initial sketch of the prologue. Yet, I don’t have them.

Therefore, I truly feel I can no longer wait. I am willing to pay any interested, aspiring artist who’s into comic book material, and by comic book, I mean the real American ones, not those Manga stuff. You have to be in Singapore ’cause that would make it easier to meet you and we will negotiate the price and working terms and rights, etc. during the first meeting.

This is a serious callout. Anybody interested can reach me at either hady17@gmail.com or scar_17@hotmail.com

I will supply a few details regarding the work I’m currently writing in my response mail.

Oh, and if you know anybody who can draw well and is looking for some humble cash and wants to expand his/her portfolio, give him the link to this blog.

The journey continues…

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A lot of things has happened past two weeks.

My spirit has been tremendously crushed. It seems that no matter how hard I try to work around it, how much I sacrifice…to sacrifice a few minutes for me is still too much to ask. My messages are yet to be replied. A page a day. That’s all I asked.

There are other things that bothered me. There are other other things that have been bothering me over the years. Like someone whose crap has been tolerated over the years, but doesn’t even consider anybody else’s opinion or, let alone, their feelings and believe that he is always right.

It seems clear now that I’m never important to anyone. Even a letter desperately seeking help to a seemingly close friend three months ago is yet to be replied.

I’ve lost the will, the desire, the passion to carry on the fight.

It seems hopeless and useless to me.

There are three pleasures left in my life – the comic book universe I’ve created; watching Scrubs, Las Vegas and my other favorite shows; and of course, my happy place where she is there, waiting to comfort me.

Seriously…

If Allah were to take me away anytime soon, I’d gladly be taken away.