The Sour Milk learnt how to hold a pair of chopsticks properly in class today, it's quite interesting to see her twiddling two pens and grumbling all the time about how tough it is...hahaha!
And after school, we went shopping... and of course, we catch a movie (actually, that's the whole point of going out in the first place).
Therefore, I will now solemnly decalre that I have watched the movie: Death Note.
And warning: spoilers ahead.
I couldn't exactly talk abot the movie with amusement nor humour, becuase it is too... I don't know, cold? Especially how the male leading role, Raito manipulate his victims and killing them off...it's kind of cruel, and he said he is doing it in the name of justice... I don't know, it's rather ridiculous...
True, the law is not perfect, most of the times the criminals get away scot-free, but still, he shouldn't take law into his own hands and just kill them off! What happens if there's more than it meets the eye, what happens if the criminal is doing all these crimes out of some reason? I'm aware about the fact that I might be too naive to think like that, because the newspaper reports news about some kind of heinous crime every single day. Evidence shows that the rate of crimes commited everyday is not dropping, it is rising, and yet, I still insist that these criminals have some unspoken bitterness?
If I look from Raito Yagami's point of view, I will think that killing criminal is the right thing. Imagine, you hacked into the national security system, you manage to get hold of the criminal's records, yet, you found out that many excape unschthed from the long arms of justice. Why? You will ask. The law that you believe in is not as perfect as you think, why don't you just punish the criminal yourself?
But I do believe that what goes round will come back. Even if there's no such thing such as God, there will still be something known as the conscious. The criminal rejoice over their victory, laughing in the face of law, but what will happen in the future? What will happen like 40 to 50 years down the road? What will the aged criminal think about the offences that they have commited when they are young? As you near the end of your life, will you fear what will happen as you pass on? Will your conscious whisper in your ears: that you are going to hell? Human's greatest weapon/advantage is thier intelligence, their imagination, but these will turn upon human too...
The scientific way of looking at life is your mind will stop functioning and your heart will stop beating, you enter an eternal sleep and your body got decomposed by those microorganisms to return the nutrients to the soil. But what will the human mind think? Our imagination is so fantastic that we think there will be such a place called hell and heaven, we imagine that there is the death god, crimminals commit crime only to fear of what lays beyond the unknown...
But what happens if the crimes those criminals do are also in the name of god? What if the murderer of a certain person did so to avenge someone he loved? Than is it right that Raito Yagami kill him?
At the end of the show, Raito got desperate 'cause the police are hot on his heels, and he killed whoever that stood in his way... I must say, he is immune to all the killings he done. A mind so brilliant, yet so twisted... Even the death god has more feelings than him... the killer...
This is not exactly a extremely good movie (there are parts which are boring), and although it is fantasy, it shows reality in full splendour, everything heartless and dirty. It reminds me of the Chinese classic 'Liao Zai', whereby evil beings are depicted as all the ghost and demons. What about Death Note? Is the whole thing about the heartless society shown in this movie? Is it a story that shows the darkest side of human beings?
Yes, I must say, it is not the best movie I've seen, but it is the one which provokes me the most...
Will you ever notice me...
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
5:17 PM
The school expects us to record every single book that we read and hand it to teacher for marking, like a homework. I never like that task, I like reading, but I don't like the idea of recording all the books I read in a stupid, little book. I'm aware this is an effort by the government to encourage reading (yea, no kidding, Malaysians seldom read), but to me, it's quite pointless... In the end, I merely borrowed my friend's record book and copied all her 'book reviews'.
However, this time, I'm going to type out a book review... I wanted to write about the Inheritance series, but considering the fact that the movie is going to be released at the end of this year, and everyone is pretty excited about it, I decided I wouldn't write about it. Instead, I want to write about Memoirs of a Geisha.
Yes, yes, I'm aware that Memoirs of a Geisha was shown in the cinemas like...er...6 months ago? But I didn't watch the movie (I think even if I were to watch the movie, they wouldn't even sell me the ticket -underage, I think). When my friend borrowed me the book, I was not having very expectations of it. I'm quite used to reading books of the Fantasy Genre and switching to something more serious might not be to my liking...but glad to say, I was proven wrong.
The book depicted how the geisha lived, their pride and their sorrow. I must say, the geisha doesn't seem to have any honour, they flirt and they give their bodies to their clients... But still, they are not stupid. Lose their pride, yes; stupid, definately not. They way they plan, how to get the richest man in town to fancy them, how to fleece money off their clients, how to revenge... They are pretty much as cunning as a fox (no offence).
But they are humans too, they also have emotions. They could not show it when they are forced to be with a man they hate. They couldn't have a proper relationship with men (everything is based on how rich that man is, status and power). They can only stay in a corner and watch the man they love, and all the while entertaining another they utterly dislike. They are not treated as human (or to put it in another way: they lost their rights as a human), they are treated as sex toys, and I'm disgusted.
The Japanese culture is written very well in this book, at least I learnt stuff about Japan without getting bored with all the facts.
When I told Father that I'm reading Memoirs of a Geisha, he told me solemnly: "You are reading the Japanese's yellow culture..." I don't know what my father thinks, but next we launched into a mild discussion about Geishas...though, I forget the details about it... Still, I wonder, what my Father thinks about me reading something like that? Will he be thinking "My eldest daughter is more destructive than I thought..." or "She better keep an opened mind...".
Anyway, I'm contented with the ending. The female leading character (the geisha) finally has the chance to be with the man of her dreams and everything goes happily ever after like a typical fairy tale (a yellow fairy tale which is not suitable for children).
Talking about children, I accompanied my younger brother(only 6 years old) to attend a 'Story Reading Session' held by his kindergarten in MPH (Malaysia Publishing House) bookstore last Saturday (4/11). I heard MPH invited my brother's kindergarten to tell stories there to promote their 'Junior Readers Club' among the kindergarten kids, and the kindergarten, on the other hand, accepted it because it can also attract parents to send their kids to this kindergarten. There's nothing bad about it, everyone benefits, it's only I marvel at their strategy (I don't know does this qualify as a a marketing strategy) although it is seriously flawed (because this particular shopping centre that MPH is situated in, it's frequented by teenagers and NOT families with little children).
Having nothing to do, I wonder around the bookstore for anything that might catch my interest. There, I heard a mother enquiring about how to get her daughter's book published. This is not something I hear everyday. I hovered around the mother and the sales girl, but they keep moving further. In the end I give up (and I'm fully aware that eavesdropping is very impolite, still...), but I manage to hear things like the sales girl saying she could recommend publishers to the mother and stuff like that.
To publish a book... many would like a chance like that... I would also jump at such an opportunity... but to publish a graphic novel... would be a dream...
I saw books like 'Peter Pan in Scarlet', it's very interesting but too expensive. I saw a book regarding the making of Eragon, and I'm extremely interested in how they presented that graphic dragon... I saw various sketches of the dragon, the changes done to the imaginary dragon (eg. the snout was altered, they gave the dragon something that looked like a goatee, but it is not a goatee), the computer graphic of the baby dragon just out from its egg... Fascinating, but the book is also expensive.
In the end, I saw a series that I read when I'm still very young (like my brother's age) and we (the elder sisters) excitedly bought one for him. I don't know what the series is called, but it composed of very cute, round figures called Mr. or Mrs. 'something' . Each have their unique character, like: Mr. Impossible can do impossible things like walking up a tree. Still, till now I didn't see my brother reading that book... *sigh*
So, that's pretty much all I want to type about. To round up this post, I present L from Deathnote (yea, everyone-including me are crazy over it) and a picture from Final Fantasy (but I don't know which game of Final Fantasy...the picture is given by a friend).
Will you ever notice me...
Sunday, November 05, 2006
8:32 PM
Pop philosophy
The thing is, I sit behind a piano. Years ago, I hated it. I wanted to leap around and be a singer and I was stuck behind a piece of wood. That's why I used to jump up and down on it; I wanted to be Jimi Hendrix. Nowadays, I'm 47, I'm glad I'm stuck behind a piano.
-The pre-knighthood Elton John on growing old gracefully from an interview in the week that he was honoured by the BRITS in 1995.That's a nice quote, isn't it? People tend to think piano as an classical instrument, but he actually made it sound like something more than a classical instrument. He gave it a soul, and it's not the kind of soul that Beethoven or Mozart gave to their pieces, it's the soul of pop...
Anyway, I'm not going to talk about piano (I am not an advent music student in the first place :P ). I am going to talk about Deepavali- the festival of light.
This year, I attended my first Deepavali celebration. My father's staff invited us to his house, and I thought it was only a visit with cookies and fizzy drinks. It was only moments later than I realize that we are also having dinner there, and I've my dinner at home! Being too polite to refuse the offer, I forced down the rice and the dishes. (I'm sure I'm gonna gain extra weight... I'm fat enough already. T_T )
Ok... despite all the grumbles about gaining weight, I must admit their cookies are rather special, especailly a wierd cookie (or cake?) which is round and orange in colour... Me and my younger brother find it interesting, we each ate one; but my two younger sisters find it too sweet, and were giving me hints and signals that they can't force it down their throat. When the host is out of sight, I took that orange cookie from them and gave it to my brother (he still wants it).
And the homes of Indians have a rather particular flower smell... The smell is very strong and I'm not very used to it... Thank god that the mechanisms of our senses works in such a way that after smelling something for a long time, the smell will go off.(To put it precisely, our receptors stop sending messages to our brain, but I'm not going to talk about Biology...)
And few days after Deepavali, my father's staff gave lots of Indian cookies, so I'm pretty much eating them during tea time every afternoon.
Man... I'm going to get really fat...
Another festival I would like to touch about is Christmas.
No kidding, it's Christmas. 3rd of November, our school (a convent school) held the annual Christmas concert. The reason for holding it so early: the whole of December is our school holidays.
Watching people I know acting on stage, I couldn't help but to feel amused about it. J, who is a girl of fickle temper and silly, hilarious antic is actually acting as an angel! An angel is always someone who is patient and gentle, but she, she as an angel!?
The scene below would give whoever that is reading this a better idea of how that 'angel' turned out...
The girl pinched the angel to ascertain that she is real, and the angel replied: "Ow, that's pain! Your are so dead, man!"
All of us anonymously agreed that J should act as the devil instead...
And Crapy was santa claus! A girl, acting as santa claus, and she is not wearing that cute red skirt where girls normally wear! She is wearing the white beard and pop belly! It was hilarious! She would no doubt stay in my memories for the next 10,20 years to come. Hahahaha!
That day, when I'm in the car with my younger brother with his friend, I asked: "Do you all believe in Santa Claus?"
My brother initially answered no, because it's actually a man wearing costume. His friend answered yes, cause Santa visited her to give her presents, and he entered her house by using magic. (That's a no wonder... Santa couldn't possibly use the chimney cause we don't have one, and Santa couldn't possibly enter through the door cause the burglar alarm will go off.)
And I start asking the small girl, what she did to make Santa come to her house. This is the list of things:
1. A glass of milk
2. A plate of oreo cookies/chocolate
3. Socks
4. Be a good boy/ girl
5. Do not shout
6. Do not cry
Than finally I asked my brother once again: "Do you believe in Santa Claus?" And this time, he answered yes. We gleefully wrote down all the requirements to attract Santa to our house this Christmas, and of course, this means that I would have to play Santa this year... No problem, it's a small effort to ignite the proper childhood imagination in my brother... ^0^
'I die your death, you live my life...' quoted by the priest/father that preached about Christmas on our Christmas concert.
Will you ever notice me...