32. Get Your Freak On

Ok, get freaked over here. After watching, check out the other clips here. Apparently, this whole thing was a big hoo-ha over in Brunei over the past month.

Real or staged? Who the hell knows...either way, it's all makes the skin crawl...

If you're like me, and have a morbid sense of curiousity, you can do your own research. Check out this blog from a chick in Brunei for the goods.

Now then, I can't really say whether there's a supernatural element involved or if it's just a psychological thing, but I've seen something similar happen in my old university before, and man, you just wish you weren't there to see it 'cos the memory sometimes creeps up on you while you're alone in a hotel room when outstation on a job or are driving on a deserted road with no street lights in the wee hours of morning...

On a side note, I wonder why some people suddenly become overly patriotic on the eve of independence day when they couldn't give a shit about anything any other day? It's like, all of a sudden, everyone starts dancing and singing to that Sudirman song and party like their lives depended on it, all the while making a huge mess of everything. Not a complaint here, just an observation.

I dunno, can anyone of this post independence generation really relate to what happened a little over half a century ago? We were never part of that era, and no matter what anyone says, I don't think we can really feel the spirit of that bygone age. All we have are grainy black and white images of long dead people basking in all that nationalistic fervour. Well, whatever has come and gone since that momentous day, let's just say that they're pale imitations. What do you and I have to do with this country in the first place? And can we really sincerely say we have strong feelings for it, other than it's a hella great place to live in? Honestly, think about it. Put it this way, if our country would ask us to die for it, would we? Naw, just thinking out loud here. Don't mind me.

The mind's a monkey. Ah well. For what it's worth, it's also grand to see those out who truly love this country enjoy the festivities. My friend calls them lemmings, that heartless bastard, and kicks up a shit storm everytime he sees anyone of them out there celebrating. Well, now then, that's just way too much hating. But to each his or her own eh. Sometimes, we can just get too cynical for our own good. Peace.