Showing posts with label Movies. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Movies. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

Gecko!

Warning: This is an incoherent post.

Spent the last week lazing around and recovering from post-GS traumatic stress disorder. Winding down for the year and psyching myself up for a new one. In between afternoon naps and coffee breaks, I finished Escape from Camp 14, recommended by J - A horrific and disconcerting personal account of life in a North Korean concentration camp.  I also watched Der Letzte Zug (The Last Train), a movie depicting the transport of the finals batches of Germans to Auschwitz during World War II. Yet more heart wrenching and painful images of humans turning against their own race under a completely irrational and mind boggling regime. SJ and I also completed some woodwork over the long holiday and voila, a good table for the bedside. A little plain looking for now, but over time will grow to bear marks of use and character. 



Glorijoy: Hm...this looks a little too plain don't you think?
SJ: Shall we put stickers?
Tomorrow begins yet a new challenge beyond what I can explain with words. Having W over today to discuss plans for the new year made me realize how much I long for a greater meaning a purpose to all this. Finding time for people, ministry and spiritual growth. Work should not be an excuse! Here's to a new posting...with a gecko on my car windshield for you! 

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Real Steel

Awesome!

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Beauty is only skin deep

Oh how we love beautiful things. Beautiful clothes, accessories, people. Over the past few days, I've been indulging in chick flicks. I've seen Sex and the City I and II, Bewitched (which was really terrible, don't bother at all), Bridget Jones Diary and He's Just Not That Into You. I've had my fair share of Super Sexy Women (mymy Sarah Jessica Parker is so hot) and Really Hot Men (Hugh Grant ♥♥).

I can't help but wonder though, what makes someone so attractive. People often point out good looking people to me, in class, along the streets, in the bus. Most of the time, I'd hardly take another look. Make up ++, superhigh heels ++ and branded clothes ++. Is that what makes someone attractive? Perhaps not. I'd hypothesize that a person's attractiveness, is very largely determined by your brain's impression of his/her character, though I think most people would beg to differ.

I find that this phenomenon is most clearly demonstrated in the movies. I'm sure you'd have seen a show starring Really Hot Guy as the villain, and Average Joe as the superhero. Really Hot Guy never really ends up looking that hot, while Average Joe always turns into this gush-worthy super star that you remember the most. I mean, Daniel Cleaver (Hugh Grant) in Bridget Jones Diary was like OhSoHot in the first half of the show where he played the suitor who was being maligned and taken advantage of. Mark Darcy (Collin Firth) on the other hand just looked...twerpy. But when it was finally revealed that Mark Darcy was the one who had been suffering in silence, and who had all the lovely traits (he could cook, clean and loved Jones for how she just was), Collin Firth suddenly transformed into this magical young handsome chap with a sexy British accent! ♥ Hugh Grant then became...rather pathetic. Point proven.

So it's true then, beauty shines from within (:

PS: See! Hugh Grant looks so hot here. But by the end of the show, he just looks like a taopok.


Thursday, September 30, 2010

Fan girl moment

Damn violent show! But Donnie Yen, awesome as always ♥♥

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Self-declared Holiday

Ahhh. Self-declared holiday week. Radiology is seriously not my kind of thing. How can it be anyone's?! I take back like 5% of information from every lecture, which often ends up in some anatomy/nuclear physics-spamming session. It's great if you had the energy and understanding to follow, but after a mind juicing O&G posting, my brain is in need of some recuperation.

I watched Brokeback Mountain on stream this week and had to surf facebook alongside to prevent myself from falling asleep. It is such a bizarre show! Totally don't get it.

Time moves so quickly because we're always looking forward to something - the next posting, the next gathering, the next holiday. It makes me really appreciate sitting by the window on a rainy afternoon just to enjoy the raindrops and the smell of fresh wet grass.

PS: No I'm not there, but it's always nice to imagine ;)

Monday, August 16, 2010

Unfaithful

Finally! Saturday saw the end of this very long drawn O&G posting, one loaded with hormone raging women and their screaming neonates. I guess this posting has made me appreciate children just a little bit more. I think I'm still more allured by the process of pregnancy than the process of raising children. Having a bump is a pretty awesome experience I imagine, though I wonder if a lifetime of raising another human being is worth the while. Who knows? Maybe my Paediatrics posting will change my mind. Reading Mrs Goh's blog always makes me wonder how in the world I'm ever going to manage children/work/family/church/life. Screaming boys + breastfeeding baby girl + down with flu + da-paoed food = Sian to max? I guess a loving husband really saves the day.

I watched a really old film "Unfaithful" over the weekend, starring Richard Gere in his youth (y). Woman cheats on husband, husband finds out, husbands confronts lover and kills him, more lies upon lies and at the end of the day, everyone is guilty. It is mind boggling why people go to so much trouble to cheat on their spouse. I mean, it is so terribly troublesome. You've got to
  1. Date 2 people at a time! Isn't that terribly tiring?
  2. Tell lies upon lies / hide your tracks / have two contact numbers
  3. Be afraid of people seeing you with your lover (and therefore cannot go out and do normal dating things)
  4. Live with the guilt of cheating

Also, if a person can knowingly date someone who is already in a relationship, doesn't that say something about that person already? Totally doesn't make sense to me. In the end, nobody wins.

Ok end of movie rant. I think I will watch another nonsensical movie tonight. (:

Friday, July 30, 2010

Friday, June 18, 2010

Palm of the Dragon

Chinese kungfu like never before - In cinemas this spring.

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Everything is Kungfu

Kungfu lives in how we put on our jacket,...
...it lives in how we treat people...
...everything is kungfu.







Saturday, May 29, 2010

GV Gold Class

Been hit by a stroke of free stuff recently! I bought $5 worth of Uncle Toby's muesli bars and got a free cup of Frolick yoghurt worth $3.60. I was too cheapo to pay $1 for toppings so I just ate plain old original frozen yoghurt. It was alright I guess :/ haha freebie fail. Anyway that is not the point.

Point is, ny auntie gave me free Golden Village Gold Class tickets which were going to expire by end May so SJ and I rushed to book tickets for Prince of Persia (which is a great show btw). First time (and probably the last time) experiencing Gold Class-ness, which isn't altogether that fantastic. Can't imagine anyone paying $36 for a blooming movie ticket! Big seat, expensive food, personal waiters...eh, still doesn't add up to $36 for a weekend ticket. Please save your money and wait for some telecom company to bribe you with freebies like this.

Every seat comes with a blanket, which is really warm. Quite dubious though, I wonder if they wash it after each use. It smelt quite clean though :/

The couple in front of us ordered food to munch on during the show, and were served by waiters who brought food straight to their tables. (being cheapos, we naturally did not order anything :p)

This is a suaku face. ^_^

The chairs can recline really far down! Until your head hits the step behind.

Supposed to make you really comfortable I guess...

Freeloaders :D

Went for dinner at White Dog Cafe after that. (see annoying green boy in bg)


I had a grilled chicken thigh

Eat!

Saturday, April 17, 2010

Ip Man 2

OMG can't wait! :D

Saturday, March 7, 2009

Slumdog Millionaire


3 days, 3 movies. Slumdog was far too talked about to miss, so Kaiqian Cel Wing Bea and I hopped down to Cathay to be part of the much ado. It was very enjoyable, mainly because I enjoy real life much more than fiction.

The plot wasn't all too unforgettable, with a typical forbidden fruit love story intertwined with the tension in the film. (I can't quite tell why he fell in love with her though.) Guns, gangsters, poverty, unintelligent Americans and shit. That said, what was particularly spectecular about it was that it was an intentional cliche, adding a personal touch to the whole concept of film. Unforgettably, the producers fit this production into the stereotypes of Bollywood - tumeric yellow costumes and too many calefare dancers in a synchronized mass dance. It was as though the cast were laughing at themselves, alongside us. Feel good show, no doubt, Dev Patel having a forever 16 year old face.

Friday, March 6, 2009

The Curious Case of Benjamin Button


This recently released film needs no introduction. Unfortunately, I can't quite make anything out of it. The underlying tones of death, change and time were diluted in the course of the 165 minutes, the character development being rather dismal. Time to time, there were subtle hints towards Life being a gift, regardless of its misgivings, but it altogether seemed too flippant, too...indistinct.

Perhaps I'm missing something. To me, the show was just...creepy. A tad disappointing.

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It's a funny thing about comin' home. Looks the same, smells the same, feels the same. You'll realize what's changed is you.
Benjamin Button, in The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

Thursday, March 5, 2009

The Boy in the Striped Pajamas


Set in the time of the Nazi reign, the Boy in the Striped Pajamas is a story of a young German boy Bruno and his life as the son of a high ranking General. As Bruno's father takes on new responsibilities as the Chief of a concentration camp, their family then moves off to a new residence in the countryside, well within sight of the camp itself. Upon reaching the new place, Bruno looks out his window and sees the camp, then quizzically asks why the "farmers" were all wearing pyjamas - unknowing that those people were not farmers, and neither were they wearing pyjamas.

Through a series of events, Bruno makes a friend, Shmuel, through the wired fences. While his family desperately tries to shield him from the realities of the war, Bruno faces an internal strife, struggling to reconcile what he is taught in academia, and the events that take place before his very eyes. Being subject to the manipulation of Nazi propaganda, the irony is stark in the friendships he forges with the Jews in times of his solitude and despair, and the dysfunctional relationships within his German community.

There is such thing as a nice Jew, though, isn't there?
I think, Bruno, if you ever found a nice Jew, you would be the best explorer in the world.

So the stage is set, as Bruno the Explorer explores the realities on his own. The boy soon places the pieces together, and begins to understand the enemity between the Nazis and the Jews. As thick rancid smoke billows from the chimneys in the camp, the plot builds toward an omimous sense of doom.

We're not supposed to be friends, you and me. We're meant to be enemies. Did you know that?

At some point in time, he finds himself subject to the terror of the Nazi reign, and an inability to acknowledge his friendship with Shmuel in face of punishment. As a result of his cowardice, Shmuel is dealt with physical wounds and unseen torment. Yet, the betrayal is quickly forgiven, with a firm handshake through the wired fence. A guilt ridden Bruno then decides to return the favour, by taking on the identify of Shmuel within the camp to look for Shmuel's father who had gone missing. Both boys hadn't known that too many had gone missing already.

The story ends in the gas chamber, with Shmuel's and Bruno's hands clasped together, their naked bodies shivering against countless others. They were told it was just a shower. I quote from Kim (from whom I got to know of this show) - "Only when his own son wandered into the concentration camp and died in a gas chamber, does he realize it’s not only the death of his son, but also that of all the Jews who died with him. The movie ended with him standing outside the gas chamber, with deathly silence resonating. Then the chillingly-happy theme song plays, as though celebrating the ironic success of his extermination plan."

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Beyond the atrocities of the Nazi reign, The Boy in the Striped Pajamas depicts an untainted view of the war through the eyes of a child. It illustrates the sensing, feeling and unjudgemental instincts of a child and the simple conclusions that demand no reason - reciprocating kindness, loving others and being friends who those who were nice. At the human core, there is a sense of morality, and knowingness of what is defined as right and what lies beyond that line of morality. Bruno was taught that all Jews were evil and that they were against the Fatherland, yet he trespassed across the boundaries that were set for him. He experimented, he explored, he betrayed his conscience. Yet his heart could not bear the guilt that it bore, and he risked it all to venture into what he believed in - friendship.

The responses of the various characters in the story are measured out against one another, and the wretchedness that comes along with reason, societal and relational constraints is grossly apparent against the innocence that comes with life. Once again, I am reminded of the corrupt state of Man; the insidious ways that we fool ourselves into believing that we are but products of circumstance; a depolorable state that can only be redeemed through God's grace. My heart is heavy, as it is watching such shows. In my state of disrepair, only Christ can make me whole again.

"Childhood is measured out by sounds and smells and sights, before the dark hour of reason grows"
British poet John Betjeman

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Dachau Concentration Camp, Munich June 2008

1. Brausebad- Shower, or so they were told.


2. Chambers in which the Jews were gassed to death.


3. The source of the rancid thick black smoke billowing from the chimneys.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Ratatouille


i miss my favourite rat.