PandaHeadCurry: Writing Contest!
Got this on the APA yahoogroup today and I can’t wait to share it with you guys:
Very fair writer Dina Zaman wrote this post (a blatant spam):
“Fair and Lovely has come up with a short story competition. 12 winners, 9 of which would get a cash price of RM500 and be published in Harian Metro the top 3 would get a cash price of RM3,000 get published in Harian Metro AND their stories would be adapted into TV dramas, which would be directed by Osman Ali.
Great opportunity to see your work on screen! The story should include: an element of love and romance; transformation in the live of a woman in her quest to reach her goals and dreams. The main character should be a woman. Remember this is a short story not a screeplay or script.
Each story in Malay should not be more than 2,000 words, with an interesting title. A4, double spaced. Send it in before the 31st of July 2007. Fair and Lovely Mini Novella Penuh Hasrat Hatiku.. bla, bla, bla”
and here’s Panda’s reply, an excellent attempt which in the ideal world should won him a trailer-load of Fair & Lovely!
Subject: [APA] Writing Contest! | Importance: High
>transformation in the live of a woman in her quest to reach her goals and dreams.
>published in Harian Metro
In order to meet the stringent standards of that fine publication, the following elements are necessary:
a) Black Metal
b) Harussani
c) Jabatan Pengguna Islam
d) Malay people
e) Clueless, Confused and Angry Malay people
f) Brickfields OCPD
g) Strange deaths.
The protagonist needs to be a Malay, Venom Listening, Devil Worshipping, Goat Riding, Black Metal Slut who sees the light and TRANSFORMS.
Plot summary:
Falling deathly ill after eating a salmonella tainted Ramly Burger Special from her lover’s (Mohd Khalid Syed Ahmad At-Tarmizi Al-Bukhari or “Bob”) stall after being held at Brickfields Police Station after the OCPD ordered a raid on a Black Metal gig at Paul’s Place, the protagonist sees visions of Harussani engaging the band Venom (the Cronos, Anton and Rage line up) in combat with a flaming kris. “De debil is ebil! Benom is ebil musik! Who yo’ daddy?” he screams, dispatching the band members. When he finishes them off he walks to her, and performs a Vulcan Mind Meld.
She sees her Purpose.
Upon recovering, she sheds her Whore of Babylon born from a Jackal (mom’s side) ways. She discards her strap ons, leather and PVC fetish wear, goat restraints and pentagram bling. Then, she goes to the registrar’s office to her change name from “Siti Sil-khannas binti S. Atan” to “Khadijah Aeisha Zainab Safiyya Noor Noor Noor Noor Noor Balqiah Abdullah ” (“Mak Lah” to her friends).
She becomes Muslimah Ninja Psychic Assassin – The Gloved Fist of God.
The registrar recognizes the divine transformation in Mak Lah and begs her to seek out and destroy Lina Joy, who had recently shamed her department.
Mak Lah dons her special kevlar burqa and utility belt then takes Lina on in a hot girl-girl, jello wrestling, catfight fantasy sequence. (Music for this scene: Ben’s Bitches – Sexercise)
In Psychic Assassin mode she continuously receives mental commands from Harussani to destroy all his enemies.
She brings Sisters in Islam to their knees by hiding their Suzanne Vega box set CDs, “The L Word”, Thelma and Louise DVDs. Traumatized, some of the Sisters leave the cloister, date men and learn how to cook. The only man in SIS, Shanon Shah, stops performing Tori Amos covers, returns to his Chemical Engineering roots, becomes a process engineer in MLNG 3, Bintulu. There, he sucessfully increases plant throughput by 5% by tweaking the cryo exchanger controls’ tuning parameters. All the female technicians look at him lustfully. He beings listening to post Raindogs Tom Waits. (Music for this scene: Blur – Girls & Boys).
She teleports into the Loft and changes out Twilight Action Girl’s CDs with Raihan. TAG DJ, Daryl Goh, returns home, watches Werner Herzog’s “Strozek” on TV, puts on Iggy Pop’s “The Idiot” on the turn table, then consumes a lethal amount of durian and alcohol. He was supposed to embark on TAGs US tour the next day. He was only 24. (Decades later, Anton Corbijn makes a biopic) (Music: Joy Division – Atmosphere)
After making Malaysia safe for the Ummah, apostate and munafiks dispatched, Mak Lah sheds her invisibility powder, kevlar, shuriken and nunchuks and becomes a clerk in Persatuan Pengguna Islam Malaysia. There, she sells batik, kerepek ubi kayu and reads URTV during tea breaks.
Unfulfiled, she leaves after a few months, moves to Perak to become Harussani’s nth wife (1 < n <= 4). Using her Ninja mind over body technique, closing her eyes, ears and thinking "I'm in my safe place, I'm in my safe place. La la la la", she mates with him and bears a child (who by default is 1/4 jackal - spin off character "Quarter Jackal Boy"). (In the movie, this will be a montage - Music: Maharajah Commission - Russian Bowling) Meanwhile, Bob closes down the burger stall, hops on a bus to Perak. Armed with a sharpened stick and fortified by Bathory's "Blood, Fire, Death" blaring through headphones, he marches to the Mufti's Palace to win his love back. Harussani and Mak Lah take him on in close quarters fighting- he confuses Bob by repeatedly substituting the consonant "b" for "v" and "p" for "f". Angered and confused, Bob drops his sharpened stick and Mak Lah finishes him off, embedding an old silver strap-on in the back of his head. (Music for this scene: Ministry - Jesus Built my Hotrod) Trivia: The last word in the story was supposed to be"sphincter". But now it's not. Product placement note: While she is a Venom Listening, Devil Worshipping, Goat Riding, Black Metal Slut, she uses Fair and Lovely products to get the freshly dug corpse look. After she TRANSFORMS, no one has any idea what she looks like under her burqa. >Please include a passport size photo and a bar code from a fair and lovely >pack (Krim pencerah Multivitamin Fair and Lovely or Krim Pencerah Skin >Clarity Fair and Lovely)
Julian, do you still have your pack?
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note: no answer from Julian Mokhtar just yet…


wow…
haha brilliant!
Ya. I hope they send me a container load of their products.
I need some Fair & Lovely (R) so’s I can get the 80’s “I’m a Vampire!” goth look(*) when I hit the Cure gig.
Not to be confused with the rather odd Emo/Goth red eyeshadow, ripped umbrella fashion – though just as silly.
hei panda head fuck all that! write your book! your own label! you got the vibes! good one!
i buy!
Panda, r you fucking sick or something? High on Shabu?
“She teleports into the Loft and changes out Twilight Action Girl‚Äôs CDs with Raihan. TAG DJ, Daryl Goh, returns home, watches Werner Herzog‚Äôs ‚ÄúStrozek‚Äù on TV, puts on Iggy Pop‚Äôs ‚ÄúThe Idiot‚Äù on the turn table, then consumes a lethal amount of durian and alcohol. He was supposed to embark on TAGs US tour the next day. He was only 24. (Decades later, Anton Corbijn makes a biopic) (Music: Joy Division – Atmosphere)”
ahaha fucking awesome!
Brilliant stuff, dude… and can I have some of what you’re having? 😉
panda….i understand the things u wrote,been there done that,whatever…..but lately i’ve been thinking deeply about life after death,not so humorous dude…..
the world sucks…..the afterlife will give the person their due……..fairly,believe dude….believe…
we’re only live to die……..all of us are waiting for our death…..
“panda‚Ķ.i understand the things u wrote,been there done that,”
Well, I am young, foolish, keen eyed and bushy tailed, still doing this and that.
After trying my hand at satire, I’m contemplating putting together a Carburetor Dung meets Abba Tribute band – CarBjornAbba Dung.
We shall release recordings without paying royalties to either party.
Because we’re Punk, and we Don’t Care.
“i‚Äôve been thinking deeply about life after death,not so humorous dude”
I’m deeply honored.
A deep philosophical reading into a 30 minute piece of drivel (some of it blatantly PLAGIARIZED) I banged out while in hopes of winning some Fair and Lovely(R) products so I may attend the Cure shows in full Goth regalia.
anyways…I’d think that a concept of LIFE after DEATH, would generally give people the warm and fuzzies.
Getting to see your peers, tete a tete with Harussani, party with virgins (or eat white raisins – depending on preferred translation) – all you have to do is follow THE RULES. It ain’t rocket science, you don’t have to take any integrals, infinite series expansions or calculate Eigenvectors and Eigenvalues.
Just be a good boy/girl and you’re there.
NOTHING after DEATH, would probably be less humorous and more scary, no? What could those atheists be thinking?
“all of us are waiting for our death‚Ķ..”
I’m not particularly “waiting” for my death, like I wait for the LRT, or for the latest Harry Potter installment.
I’m also not particularly waiting to catching my next head cold or throwing my lower back when I bend over to see if that damn dim LED on my Ibanez Tubescreamer is on or off (siapa pandai mod, kasi LED lagi terang, tolong kontak saya).
It is something that shall occur naturally (or not so naturally).
There are still lots of interesting things to do on this planet than wait for your neurons to stop firing.
….like BUYING DISARSETER RECORDS PRODUCTS AT THE FINE RICECOOKER STORE!
emmm interesting melody in halftone or one pitch patternless …they call it. waiting for death? ya we are man….but what remain as it is ( since waiting is boredom) ..what you do while waiting ? it gonna take 60, 70, 80 ot 90 years to die man!
All great leaders like mahatir, pak lah, Lee Kuan Yew (his son) Kim from south, Israel, hizbollah, osama, bush and all those big name do actually know that one day they will definitely die…and what did they do whle waiting?
im freeeekingout when someone tell me we live to die. cos i always felt i live to changed my ‘self’ (for good but not necessarily polite n its a matter of way and lingo) and live to go againts certain thing mundane and mindnumbing commercialise soap opera and happy/sad tune which killing my mom and dad who slowly knock the belacan and lada liistening to some crappy slow rock as if there is no chooice simply bcos the radio is pockey size and running on old battery. there is no need to change a radio because the program is always sucks anyway. unless you play cd.
I want them to know while waiting for their death elegently they should know what they are listenng to is pure crap. they can love it but i hope they know its pure crappy radio music looping day in day out n they should not take it serously or wholeheartedly.
as they wait for their death i want them to write poetry or sing some songs came from their heart. as they wait there somethng grow in them and that can be somethng i want to inherit..something beautifull and full of resstance towards alot of thing they saw. and yes that will be great especially if they have not lost their sense of humour..for example i imagine they say “belacan tu sedap sebab yang menjad itu adalah kebusukan bankai”
to die is important and who wannna live as long as 100 years?
not me
Firstly, I find it hard to lump Pak Lah and Lee Hsien Loong in the catagory of “great leaders”. Kim and Osama, maybe great bogeymen.
I’d love to live OVER 100 years, oil prices will skyrocket and I’ll make a killing.
Musically, probably won’t be very interesting, as it cycles every 20 years or so.
Also, want to play with my grand kids, grand-grand-n kids, check out the state of technology and bitchin’ gadgets, go on Virgin Galactic jaunts, watch the colonization of Mars, catch Halley’s comet in 2061 and 2137, see if we can actually have a nicely Grand Unified Theory and ridicule Rocky 103 (clash of the cyborgs) and learn proper guitar scales.
I think a 400 year life span would be interesting. It would let me reinvent myself maybe 8-10 times and try out completely different disciplines.
If one believes in the old Abrahamic books (OK, this isn’t particularly scientific), wasn’t it said that the people during the prophet’s times lived productively for hundreds of years? Moses died at 120. Abraham got his first kid when he was 100, died at 200 or so.
Perhaps the diet contained a lot less crap those days and they worked out more, lifting stones and herding camels.
well pandahead you can live indeed up to few hundred years for sure as long you can be usefull to your grand kid why not. all the best man…and again not me. i never wait for death and i dont want/desire to live more then 70…its to long man.
as for the great leader i think to make it easy for arguement sake i would say most of them are great …thats for me …i wont get into arguement but as a great leader they are fuck and thats similar to some great art work or bulding some people want to argue that its great…. i can agree anytime that spore is a great country but this greatness is as fuck as many thing we hate on earth…and thats the same with malaysia. its a great country but it is completely fuckup. so for me lets just agree that if ‘one’ think they are great…..yes they are! but what make ‘one’ think that being great is the ‘thing’ of ultimatum!?
for that reason my mind say being great is similar as be and airhole.
my point here is that ‘great’ thing’s go to hell. thats why i put all of them under 1 umbrella, osama, bush, saddam, lky his son, kim, mahatir, pak lah and all..(haha my father mother inlaw too) i…they deserved hell! adn thats where they should be. for that reason…. hell is where i want to go…i want to see how they are judge.
if osama is great he have to go to hell bcos thats where he have to argue with the rest of the western wolrd and east who he see as coward and manipulalated etc. he spend to much time in a cave checkng out whitney huston latest blog did we not hear that?. he is fucking bored man!
i want to sit down and listen to osama, bush, blair and the rest of the great leader in hell talking explaining their reason’s of existence and how much they have bring turmoil to billions of ppl on earth. i want to be there and this court i think defintely is located in hell.
so i would say lets go to hell! to know the real truth of thing if theres any!
i want to see some people burned for 100 years and still there screaming for their sin simply bcos my passport say im a voyeur (not malay, chnese, indian, malaysian or sporen) and that their sin are never forgiven. they are the endless charcoal who could not transform to be ashes and there no end for their suffering. they arei n the stomach of the sun to create heat and give live to the cosmos emmm boleh tak?
the pleasure here pandahead is not about just being selfrighteous but being a witness with an opinon. i think im 1 of them..well its imagined maybe..but thats the ground. since i think im a punk well thats the form i took ..i hate right and wrong..black and white..it piss me off.
you dig my riff (im about to call you buddy-but im afraid you wll freak out) man?
greatness means freak man.