Julya Oui's Blog, page 25

Here's the poster, here's the deal

As far as I know it's yet to be available but do come back and check.

Unbelievable! It's finally out.

                             
One of the first manuscripts I had to look at was this collection of short, disturbingly creepy stories by Julya Oui. It's publication was stalled for months for one reason or another.
What a relief it was when we finally passed the manuscript to the printers.
According to Oui (pun-tastic surname!), the stories were written and compiled over a number of years, way back when. So there were marked differences in... quality. I could only imagine how old she was when she first started.
I worked on it for a total of over two months. It was a... challenging assignment, partly because I'm not a fan of horror or the macabre. But Oui's imagination's like... whoa. Every few pages, I'd ask myself, "What does she smoke? Think I might want some." Sadly, I don't and can't smoke.
Creepiness abounds in the pages. Upset with her own life and angry at the world, a girl kills herself in the dead of night, adamant that nothing could be worse than the cold embrace of death - and is soon proven wrong. Over and over again.
A priest who laments his flock's disinterest in confessing their sins gets more than he bargains for when a prominent, well-respected member of society walks into the confession booth and opens up about his terrible hidden sin.
A thunderstorm traps a quarrelsome quartet in a mansion with a sprawling front yard filled with derelict vehicles. However, it soon becomes evident that there's something sentient - and sinister - about the roof over their heads.
For a reclusive unfortunate, the shadows between the trees ringing his home harbour a darkness from a violent war-torn past. Elsewhere, an overworked executive is haunted by the scarred, grotesque figure of a laughing vagrant.
A man who would do anything - yes, "anything" - for a million bucks is challenged by an extremely wealthy old man whose idea of "anything" is far worse than any Fear Factor challenge ever devised. For a country girl seeking her fortunes in the city, the harsh reality of the rat race is only the beginning of her nightmare.
Justice comes to a belligerent and cruel robber-rapist in an unexpected, yet most appropriate and macabre manner when he picks the wrong victim. An erotic dance of a different kind in a dim, squalid parlour (are those bloodstains on the walls?) leads a woman to a place she doesn't want to go - or does she?

Julya Oui loves a good story, and writes to appease her imagination and reaffirm her sanity. She loves dreaming up things and making them come alive with the stroke of her pen. Gazing at the night skies, listening to trees, and taking long walks are just some of the things she enjoys doing when she is not lost in the alternate realm. ...Whoa.
Bedtime Stories from the Dead of Night, her first book, came off the presses a couple of days ago, which means it'll be about several weeks before they hit the shelves at all major bookstores.
Just in time for Halloween.

Bedtime Stories from the Dead of Night Julya OuiMPH Group Publishing (2011)218 pagesFictionISBN: 978-967-5222-64-1

Quote of the day

If you are able to love everything about yourself
then only will you be able
to love others without judgment

I dream of Cormorants

One morning, before I woke, I dreamt of a flock of cormorants, which was entangled in a net, flying by and then perching on a tree. I told a friend who was on the phone with me and explained to her what a cormorant was. I got help from some old friends and we headed for the tree but no one did anything. Everyone was waiting for everyone else. When I asked why nothing was done, someone said they were waiting for another friend. Another person told me they couldn't find the right scissors to cut the net. I got a little frustrated of waiting and the excuses and started to walk to the birds to free them myself. And then I woke.





This is a cormorant.

Urbanscapes within spools

 And so the spool...

Into the night...
That grew out of love...

And into this sight...

The Tree of Life...
Look ... our hands ... such sheer delight...

Goodbye Abroko

19 May 1974 - 14 July 2011   The first time I met him I couldn't get his name right until someone spelled it our for me. I knew him as Abroko but I later learned that he was also Avroco. I thought his name was unique and his character was far from anyone I knew. His soft spoken personality amazed me since I knew he was quite the rocker and punk. And for the times he made me laugh with his silly antics, I am grateful to have known someone so special. Have a wonderful after life the way you know how and thanks for being a part of the artistic circle of life.

AN INCONVENIENT TRUTH

Press Statement by Doctors on tear gas and chemical laced water were shot into the compounds of Tung Shin and Chinese Maternityby BERSIH 2.0 [OFFICIAL] on Wednesday, July 13, 2011 at 9:46pmAN INCONVENIENT TRUTH

We, the undersigned  doctors, wish not to enter into the polemics of the Bersih 2.0 march on 9th July 2011 but would like to clarify the inconvenient truth.

We are outraged at the incidents, and the subsequent responses  from the authorities, to the events where tear gas and chemical laced water were shot into the compounds of Tung Shin and Chinese Maternity Hospitals, two adjacent buildings along Jalan Pudu, Kuala Lumpur, with scant regard  for the safety of patients, staff and the general public who were at the buildings  that afternoon.

Hospitals  are considered  as safe sanctuaries for all, even during war times, but these consecrated places of refuge and protection were violated by the defence forces that afternoon.  Police even entered the buildings in search of some of these peaceful marchers.  What was most frightening and witnessed by many  was the unprovoked violent assault within the hospital compounds and apprehension of several protesters who had merely run into the hospitals to seek shelter from the tear gas and the water cannons!

It is repulsive that the authorities entrusted with policing the nation and protecting the weak and needy, have shamelessly denied publicly, the occurrence  of these incidents  IN SPITE of countless photo/video and eye witness accounts of what was evident to all independent observers.

A few of the undersigned were actually visiting or working in the hospitals concerned at the time of the events and will gladly provide sworn affidavits, if required, as to veracity of the incidents

The Malaysian public expect holders of high public office to honour their positions accorded by the citizens, by discharging their duties with moral integrity, dignity  and transparency.

Their failure to do so raises the public's  doubts in their competence and credibilty as much as it demeans those high offices.



Dr Ng Kwee Boon - Consultant Obstetrician & Gynaecologist
Datin Dr Low Paik See - Consultant Paediatrician
Dato' Dr Musa Mohd Nordin - Consultant Paediatrician & Neonatologist
Dr Mazeni Alwi - Consultant Paediatric Cardiologist
Dr David Quek - Consultant Cardiologist
Dr Sheikh Johari Bux - Consultant Obstetrician & Gynaecologist
Dr Steve Wong - Consultant Plastic Surgeon
Dr Ahmad Farouk Musa - Consultant Cardiothoracic Surgeon
Dr Ng Swee Choon - Consultant Cardiologist