samseen

fever

2006-06-01T23:58:00.000-07:00

hi pals, i was sick for last 2 days....
i thought i were going to die
and the heat burning me as if a snake inside,
i was listening to FUTURE BURNING, a CD then,
i thinking of a lady name REGENE,
is she real or just a shadow?...
I know u were not there anymore,
i knew.
i knew.

I love CAKE.
i love what i have now.

pls get yrself a copy of ---my short stories., in major bookstore.
u n me,
snake,
kiss,

samseen

another palces to get "CHINA X'pereince"

2006-03-06T18:50:00.000-08:00

"CHINA X'pereince" soon can be get at:

1: (Malaysia)
Silverfish Books Sdn Bhd, 67-1, Jalan Telawi Tiga, Bangsar Baru,
59100 Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
Tel: 603-228 448 37 Fax: 603-228 448 39
www.silverfishbooks.com

2: (Macau)
Pintolivros / Pin-to Book
http://blog.yam.com/pintolivros/
tel / fax : 853-330909
e mail : p330909@macau.ctm.net

3: (Hong Kong)
Mackie Study
Flat A, 2/F, 52 Yun Ping Road, Causeway Bay, Hong Kong
Tel: 2808 0301† Fax: 3005 6313
info@mackiestudy.com
www.mackiestudy.com

pls get a copy of "CHINA X'perience" at....

2006-03-06T18:22:00.001-08:00

my graphic novel "CHINA X'perience" is being sold at:

Comic Showcase
Address: 63 Charing Cross Road, London , WC2H 0NE
Telephone: 020 7434 4349

Gosh!
39 Great Russell Street
London WC1B 3NZ
Tel : 020-7636-1011
Fax: 020-7436-5053
e-mail: info@goshlondon.com
http://www.goshlondon.com/index.html

And will in in SILVERFISH Bookshop (Bangsar, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia) soon.

pals, have yrself a nice day :)
P.s: When were u visit to Malaysia+Singapore????

sam s.

pls get a copy of at....

2006-03-06T18:22:00.000-08:00

my graphic novel is being sold at:

Comic Showcase
Address: 63 Charing Cross Road, London , WC2H 0NE
Telephone: 020 7434 4349

Gosh!
39 Great Russell Street
London WC1B 3NZ
Tel : 020-7636-1011
Fax: 020-7436-5053
e-mail: info@goshlondon.com
http://www.goshlondon.com/index.html

And will in in SILVERFISH Bookshop (Bangsar, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia) soon.

pals, have yrself a nice day :)
P.s: When were u visit to Malaysia+Singapore????

sam s.

from Graphic Novel Journal by Sean McGurr

2006-03-03T19:02:00.000-08:00

Below is some words from Graphic Novel Journal by Sean McGurr which i am very please to share with u all.
enjoy.
:)

Thursday, March 02, 2006

China X'perience by Sam Seen
One of the great things about comics is that if the story telling is good, it doesn't matter if the artist and the reader share the same language. The ideas can be conveyed through images. Sometimes this can be a bad thing (as with the recent controversy over the Danish cartoons), but for Malaysian self-publisher Sam Seen's new book China X'perience (2006, Way Publications, Web site) the lack of words doesn't hinder the reading of the stories at all.
The book is made up of nineteen short stories (approximately 2-4 pages) that, other than an English title and a short quote, are completely wordless. The lack of words adds to the surreal nature of the stories. In "Bath" a man looks into the drain while taking a shower and gets sucked in. "Fish Man" has a man swimming through the ocean. He eventually grows gills, scales, and a tail before becoming a fish. Other stories are even creepier involving disembodied arms, cockroaches, and murders.
It is Seen's art that creates the mood. The protagonist looks to be the same in most of the stories: a bald man with a rarely expressive face. The relatively simple art, but clear story telling, puts the focus on the strange situations the character finds himself encountering.
Seen obviously has a creative mind. Each of the stories is unique and has a dreamlike (or nightmare-like) quality. Ignore the title, these stories are universal, and hunt out this book.
China X'perience 3.5 stars (out of 5)

posted by Sean McGurr at 8:00 AM

Old Flame

2006-02-15T00:03:00.000-08:00

Old Flame - by sam seen

she sits in the corridor reading
works of a Nobel prize winner
i've completed a lover's letter
an autumn-like atmosphere
begins, this very instant

silently she and i had breakfast
the day was spent indoors
she leans forward against the table
i feel, this love has been through a lot
as the windows open, a warm ray of sunlight
caresses her heaving chest

°Let's try another drink!°
°That's great!°

Translated by Tao Zhong Wang

1-5/feb/2006

2006-02-07T18:21:00.000-08:00

1-5/feb/2006,
i visited West Sumantra: Bukittinggi---Payakumbuh---Padang.
i met some helpful local people which brought me to some interesting places, especially Didit and Amy, who ran famous budget hotel before it was burn a year ago, a wonderful couple in Padang.

Hotel Batang Arau (in Padang) only have 4 rooms, a concept hotel which will brings u suprise! try it if u have some money.

Hotel D'enam homestay (in Bukittinggi) is where i stayed for 2 nights, wonderful!!!!
Willy and Edo, my tourguide in Bukkittinggi.
I met Martin, a mountainer.

i visit those palces because i wanna experience the writer Yu Da Fu while he stayed there during 1942-1945.

the Clock Tower, Lake Meninjau, Gunung Merapi,......

travelling with moving...?
padi field,....
Minandkabau style,....

perhaps i will be here again for visiting Island Mentaway....

i love u,

sam s.

a broken piece by someone....

2006-01-26T20:45:00.000-08:00

As she is now.
Since I last used this forum to spew some bile I’ve left University in Northern England and my home in the red light district, and returned to London. This is an unburdening of a particularly bad day which has fermented in my mind, and it will involve some terrible sweeping statements and associated sexist comments. I’m pissed off, and you’re going to know it. If you don’t want to know, go. I won’t be offended.London is the city of my birth, and I love it in a scary way. It’s been a long time since London and I were together properly, so I’ve been spending a lot of time with it to make up. Art galleries, museums, film festivals, job interviews, concerts - I’ve been seeing the city at least once a week since I got back, usually more. I don’t think I can get any more offended than I was last week. So last week, to celebrate a job offer, I decided to visit an exhibition of modern art. Off I skip to the station to catch the train into the centre of town. Thirty percent of the words they used were a variant on "fuck". And they talked about "birds". Not women, not even girls - birds. From what they were saying about past conquests and encounters, I guessed that these men had exacting standards. Probably they need a bird with the body of Carmen Electra and the brains of Eva Braun.Cheerily, I get onto the train and take out my novel to while away the fifteen-minute journey. Except, except... There are these two men seated on the other side of the aisle to me. They’re having a very loud conversation. I started to realise that I was the only woman in the carriage. Obviously, I didn’t register on their radar as human. Too old or fat or ugly or bespectacled to merit attention or consideration. I tried to console myself with the thought that these men would probably give up after half a page of the Peter Ackroyd I was reading. Attempting to read, anyway. Their conversation was inescapably loud and improbably vile. I started to feel ill.Now, I’m not saying I don’t enjoy a good bit of earwigging, because I do, but this conversation was one I could have lived without hearing. They talked about cars, they talked about making money, they talked about snorting coke in clubs, they used a couple of choice racial terms which you’d hope no-one would use in private, let alone in public. It was the phrase "You’d ride it, but you wouldn’t show its face to your mates" which clinched it for me. That was the point at which I decided that if I was going to throw up, I’d lunge across the aisle and attempt to vomit equally over the pair of them. Unfortunately, my stomach didn’t turn that much. Every other person in that train carriage. That’s what gnawed at the back of my mind. What were they thinking? I looked at the guy opposite me, and he was absolutely impassive behind his newspaper. That didn’t mean much. I was stony faced behind my book and hair-curtain. I began to wish them a slow and painful car crash death. I may go to hell for it, they may leave weeping mothers and sisters behind them, but I got the uncomfortable feeling that I and every other person in that train carriage learnt more about these men than their mothers ever will. Or would want to.God knows, I wasn’t expecting any of my fellow travelers to spring to his feet, booming something along the lines of "Do you mind, there are ladies present?" I can defend myself if I want to, right? Anyway, you can’t provoke an Englishman into a fight without alcohol, money or invading another country. But in my heart of hearts, I know that it would have been great. I wanted it to happen slightly less than I wanted to spring to my feet myself in the full knowledge that everyone else in that carriage would back me up. But I didn’t know that and just sat there hoping that vomit would become my ally.The thing is that I was starting to suspect that all men think like those two on the train; they objectify women to the point where they don’t even use the word. It could well be that all hetero men, no matter how considerately they behave, no matter how PC they are and even how much they love the women in their lives, will secretly, in the very depths of their minds, look at a woman and think - "You’d ride it, but you wouldn’t want to show its face to your mates". Any men reading this can deny it all they want, but how do we know that you’re telling us the truth?This is a bad thing to have said. I’m sorry to put this out in the open. It’s uncomfortable for everybody, and leaves me open to all sorts of recrimination: Don't women think like that? I don’t know. I never have, I don’t know any other woman who has, but I’m not going to be stupid enough to say that I can speak for every woman on the planet. Aren’t I just bitter because I’m so much of a dog that no one would even think of me in "riding" terms? Shit, maybe. There were some, a long time ago. They even introduced me to their friends. Journey’s end came eventually. I changed to the tube and went to the art exhibition. Naked couple. They each posture a bit for the viewer, she hits him about without any resistance, more posturing, he beats her up without resistance.Thing is - I like men. I enjoy their company. My best friend is a man. I’m going to be best man at his wedding next year. I rang him to tell him about my day, and asked whether he thought like that. He said no. Do I trust him? Yes. It hurts too much to think that he might be lying.There was a forty-minute queue to get into the Mariko Mori Dream Temple, but it was worth the wait, and cheered me up quite a lot. Then I went into the Chris Cunningham video installation, and there we go again. They fuck. Well, everyone’s experience of a work of art is different; interpretations are objective and quite often far from the artist’s intentions. The exhibition catalogue puts another interpretation to the piece. I saw a male artist making a statement about sex and violence being synonymous. They were bodies as objects, bodies without any subtle emotion invested in them. It was disturbing - doubtless the reaction which the artist had hoped for.Time changes you, though; I freely admit to living in a state of self-loathing nowadays.
First off, I apologise.

CNY2006

2006-01-25T00:42:00.000-08:00

i will back to Malaysia for Lunar Chinese New Year holidays.
29-1-2006----5-2-2006.
Kampung Sin Lik, surrounded by oil palm, and some other trees.
i will bring some books and read during that time, as usual.
i will write something in between.
poems.
Probably should do some script for next graphic novel.
What will u do then?
some people traveled to other places.
if u were here...?
Hmmm...nothing else matter.
as usual...
U r what u r.
we r what we read.

sam seen

rain x3

2006-01-18T01:14:00.000-08:00

when u free and bored, pls log in:
http://syedsyahrul.blogspot.com/2005/12/china-xperience.html

when one go this way, the other go that way at the same time, we are unable to view the other---where they go---except ourself.

when i am here and i am unbale at there.

when someone email me from NZ, she asked why i just couldn't take some day leave from office and visit her and her lovely house.

when i meet u in MARS?

when...

rain rain rain keeps falling from my nose.

sam s

run, run, run....

2006-01-13T20:24:00.000-08:00

i happened to know a place and met some domestic workers---who ran away from their employers!
it seem everyday at least 1 or 2 run away cases and they are went into the place.
i was suprised so much because from newspaper it dosen't report for this.
so, u may wondering how they are going to do after this...?
i was told they were sent to a another place organised by somebody.
i don't know much about this.

they are from Indonesia, Phillipines, Sri Lanka, India, Thailand, Vietnam, Etc.
they left thier home with tons of hope, but now...

who gonna help them...?
what they think about thier life after this...
all i wish is: good luck and be strong!!!!!

life is crazy
as hell, we are here
to suffered, not enjoy our life,
this time,
or anytime.

Nepal

2006-01-10T17:35:00.000-08:00

it must be something arranged by the creator....
i met 4 wonderful Nepal---it started by a 10Rubee note!!!!
and my graphic novel "CHINA X'perience"...
rain kept on pouring outside the net cafe, 2nd floor.
a place, a space,
Nepal........
i was shown some Nepal music and scene by Santosh---a wonderful and outstanding young and all rounded creative guy!!!!!

mu Nepal friends open my eye sight to the world,
i cherish the friendship so much,
(and with a pinoy, Ronnie, a dutch, Rob; and some others i met in that net cafe...)

tks, 100000,00000,000

sam s.

the links to my comics....

2006-01-08T22:54:00.000-08:00

hi friends,
my 1st grpahic novel is on sale now
@ USD$7. If u keen to purchase or distribute,
pls email: seensca@yahoo.com

It contained 19 stories, 96pgs,
pls log in and have 3 of the stories:
http://sg.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/kafkamap/my_photos
http://sg.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/kafkasoundtour/my_photos
http://sg.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/kafkastarlight/my_photos

(Does anyone here travelled to NEPAL before?
4 wonderful Nepal,
Little Indian,
7-1-2006
rain)
till now, I never been to Nepal,that's, Nepal, full of my imagination...)

Sam Seen

submerged woman

2006-01-05T19:25:00.000-08:00

it is raining now in my living place,
a poem for u all:

submerged woman --- by sam seen

submerged woman
her crossed legs conceal a secret

within the leaves of a book remains
my letter to her, such clear handwriting;
dissipated passions. used to keep
a goatie and Christ-like hair,
i sank like blocks of wood
to a very deep place very deep

her crossed legs conceal a thousand
secrets: submerged woman

* translated by Tao Zhong Wang

1-1-2006

2005-12-30T17:21:00.000-08:00

yeah, the 500 copies of "CHINA X'perience" arrived at 30-12-2005, 10.10pm.
And it will be on the road on 1-1-2006!!!!
will it be reached u?
Riders on the storm....
when will i see u again, my friends and friends to be....?

i even can smell the ink on the cover and pages...
it is u, and
it is me.

this is the last day of 2005---everybody got extra 1 second; and how u going to spend that ONE Second???
tell me...

sam s.

where it will going to...?

2005-12-22T18:59:00.000-08:00

i would like to ask u something....
pls bring along the book while travelling to everywhere,
where it will going to...
when u r back, pls bring another book from the other side.

my friends, the book is on the way to u.
sleep with 1 eye open?

my graphic novel

2005-12-08T05:18:00.000-08:00

hi friends:
my graphic novel "CHINA X'perience" will be here with u this X'mas and new year!!!!
have yrself a copy b4 it sold out! (limited edition)
get it now!
such a wonderful moment with u!

i'm only happy when it rain!

all my pics are accident.....

sam seen