Kuala Lumpur. The last time I was living here, I was perhaps the happiest girl out there. This time when I returned, my heart had been crushed into pieces.
“I’ve never fooled anyone. I’ve let people fool themselves. They didn’t bother to find out who and what I was. Instead they would invent a character for me. I wouldn’t argue with them. They were obviously loving somebody I wasn’t.”
— Marilyn Monroe. Or they could be hating somebody I wasn’t too.
“I’d like to see these type of women represented in mainstream local movies more as opposed to the wish-fulfillment fantasy vision of weak, adoring girls who look up to the alpha male because that’s what that is, plain and simple - a very specific male fantasy of the male majority in this country who wish them bitches would just stay in the kitchen, raise them kids and look up to them as the Man of the house. Balls to that. I don’t want a servant, I want an equal. Confidence attracts me. Talent attracts me. Creativity attracts me.”
— Amen. If I could ‘favorite’ Khairil M Bahar’s post as many times as I could, I would. Also, one of the reasons I despise movies such as Ombak Rindu and its legion (among many other reasons).
“Doom is nigh. I am in acute distress, desperately trying to coax sleep, opening my eyes every few seconds to check their faded gleam, and imagining paradise as a place where a sleepless neighbor reads an endless book by the light of an eternal candle.”