Tuesday, January 24, 2006

Thoughts of the Hour

In the morning train, a coach load of dazed commuters doing nothing, very quiet, hardly any perceptible indication that these folks appreciate the start of a new day. The exception, foreigners: Chinese and workers from Bangladesh, energetically talking about the events for the day already. I have a sudden pang of fear that Singaporeans would one day be at the mercy of these chirpy foreigners? Or maybe the Singaporean spirit takes a longer time to wake up to the smell of the morning sun…Before I could observe further, I doze off into a nap...*zzz zzz zzz*.



Wake up and see the good looking things in life!

Monday, January 23, 2006

Movie of the Week

5 Senses
5 characters, each, representing 5 senses. 5 senses, each, revealing the story behind these 5 characters.

I love this film because with the introduction of every new character, you start to guess which of the 5 senses he or she represents, like a detective. You pay attention to their body language: a far cry from spectacular visual effects and DVD-quality sound effects which has become the focus of film experience these days. It is not a film for those pampered by CGI or bullet-quick bitching dialogues. Yet, for those who watch art films, you will find the pace of this movie surprisingly, and pleasantly, quicker than the really artsy ones.

I think the film paid attention to the use of personal and social distance to tell the story. If you people-watch in public places, such as the subway, you can tell how close two people are by how close they stand apart from one another. If two persons are less than half a meter away from one another, they would be intimate, even if the persons are two guys. In this film, the camera captures the characters from more than a meter away most of the time, and in some scenes, captures the characters in motion from at least 3 meters away. The audience is never meant to become personally attached to each of the characters but maintain a overall picture in their head about what each character represents in terms of the 5 senses.

Therefore, for those who prefer your film to be anchored in a single characater that will drive the plot through, this film will leave you impatient. Dialogues are hardly brilliant. The emphasis of this film is in the mood and feeling of the characters. I admit these emotions hadn't been always been clearly conveyed, making me wanting a little more coherence in the story telling. This film is in its bones a film of the mood.



The rest of this article is only useful to those who would not watch the film and those who had already gotten to enjoy this film. For if you do want to watch, you won’t like the spoilers here.

HEAR: What would you most want to hear before going deaf? In the movie, the eye doctor chose the churning sound of crashing sea waves, the drumming beat of the railway track and the rhythmic pulse of a person’s heartbeat. All of which are daily ‘noises’ which goes unappreciated.

If you are going deaf, will you become so obsessed with listening that you forget how to live life? The eye doctor was utterly obsessed until, a woman whom he sleeps with reminds him that he still can ‘listen’ with other senses despite losing hearing. Through the lost of hearing among the 5 senses, the film reminds you not to lose sight of what is important in life. It seems hearing was not meant to listen for things. It was meant for listening to relationships.

SMELL: A bisexual man whose house-keeping occupation demands him to remove odor from homes is actively searching for a scent of love. To use smell to find the right guy or girl is a direct violation of the intellectual rules which he uses to eliminate those whom are not eligible to date. Intellectually, he would advise us not to date a person who is too good-looking or is attached already. Yet, he found his scent of love in the most unlikely circumstances: from one of his client, who is such a cute man and, who is also married to a woman.

He accepted the scent of love over his intellectual rules for love. Can you make that leap of faith too?

TOUCH: I am keeping this entry, and the next three, short. I would not want to give too much of the film away. What I can say is this: Touch is a powerful tool for physical healing in the hands of a masseur but it can be a powerful tool for healing of the heart in the hands of a family member bearing an emotional grudge for the longest time.

SIGHT: It is amazing how this character in the movie can ‘see’ who you are inside when it isn’t apparent at all on your outside. A memorable dialogue from this story: People can have sex with people they don’t necessary like, sometimes they just want sex; you can tell by where they put their eyes when they are having sex.


TASTE: This story involves the prettiest girl and the cutest guy in the film. Their story is the most important to me because of the way it ended. So many of us are afraid to taste the reality of life. If there was a baker who never tastes her cake, what do you think would make her face the truth about her cakes and taste it?

So rent ‘5 Senses’, though not exactly a steal, just watch it.

I studied film when I was in university. I have a mild addiction to journalize about films and sometimes itch for job opportunities to research and/or write about film, I am blatantly telling you to interview me for the job…now. Freelancing is not an issue. Is anyone keen?

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

A Typical Unemployed Day

Woke up at ten in the morning…2 hours later than planned but, hardly bothered…after teeth-brushing, gulped down 2 full cups of water…my body thirsts for replenishment after hours of sleep…checked on my orchid and conifer plants…heaved a small sigh for my orchid has lost two third of her bloom over a week now…

Picked out a black polo-tee and blue Bermudas and headed out for late breakfast with a stack of used newspaper for disposal…everyday since 2006 begun, I would gather things to throw away and everyday there is something new screaming at me to be discarded…

Breakfast was sweet corn soup with sweet and sour fish rice, at the 24-hour air-conditioned food court nearby…kicking off the day with a big breakfast is one of those resolutions I promised myself at the start of this year…

Dropped off a comforter for cleaning, sent a good library book for photocopying AND went to bank to request for financial documents but was freaked out by the queue…called the bank hotline to enquire alternative option to request but was placed on hold, again…what the heck!...sealed request in envelope and slipped it into cheque deposit box and headed for the MRT…

Sometimes I waste time away staring at other commuters taking the MRT but I can’t on this particular trip…had a pile of letters, stacked with bills, statements and junk, all twelve of them I had to separate the rubbish from the priority…by the time I had organize them neatly, I had to get off train to take a bus to the swimming pool…

Did 12 laps but quickly got irritated by my pair of good-looking goggles that keep misting up with water and immediately, I decided to replace it…as an unemployed man, there is no excuse I don’t have time to maintain a fit body…and catch a glimpse of a gorgeous boy in green trunk when I was leaving…



This is my new goggles!







On the bus-trip to a meal at SUNTEC, I confirmed an eye acuity and colour test examination in preparation for the cadet pilot interview on Friday…this interview must be the best reward from investing in a LASIK surgery last September…

After my fish soup rice, I bumped into a friend whom I forgotten his birthday…since I found no hole to hide my embarrassment, I congratulated him with my down-to-earth-friendship handshake…made a beeline to Chinatown to confirm the flight changes to my Hong Kong trip, and thereafter, embarked on my trip to read Japanese newspaper at the National Library...

A text message from a best friend deleted my trip to read Japanese…took the train to meet him for dinner at CHANGI…one of the biggest yet delicious fried chicken wing and wanton noodles can be found at the food market at CHANGI…

Was momentarily distracted by two cute commandos, but my friend and I soon directed ourselves back into our discussion on how some food stalls leverage/leech on the reputation/credibility of an established food outlet and rub off a decent following just by imitating the authentic stall and opening right next to it…conversation cut short…met my uncle coincidentally…


At home, I bathed a second time…the first at the swimming pool which somehow did not quite scrub off the feverish effect of residual chlorine…tidied my wardrobe while watching the final three on Project Runway…based on his collection, a showcase of his quirky but intelligent personality, Jay won fair and square…

Llearnt how to type in Japanese from an adorable IT guru…chatted with a Hong Kong friend about favorite foods, munched on Danish cookies, blogged THIS entry and browsed latest tennis news at the Australian Open, all at the same time…sleepy, with head crashing towards keyboard…good night

And that concludes my uneventful day...

Friday, January 13, 2006

Habit of the Month

Quiet Spaces in Public Places

For three times already this past week, at about 530 pm, I would sweep into the National Library, charge for the NIHON KEIZAI newspaper, snuggle comfortably on a divan and, simply, read. This is my latest habit for 2006.

You would know by nosing around 20 Japanese Keeps Insomnia Away that I am studying Japanese. But browsing for juicy articles and happening events in Japan in the newspaper was more than just an effective tool to improve Japanese. The trip to the library is therapeutic.

Think of a place you can shut your yakking friend or boss up just by entering it. The library! It is not only an effective and free escape from any annoying, talking machine; it is my recommendation that you visit this quiet space daily before you head home from work…not to mention somehow people are just cuter when they are not talking.

Research in Germany made the discovery that a man’s right brain is still busy replaying events at work even after work to the unfortunate degree that the left brain which rules communication [including with your family whom are waiting eagerly for you at home] is put on hold, Find a favorite quiet spot in the library and take time to think your day through.. Do that as a favor to your family or boyfriend or lover.

I love to hangout in the library. In fact, I went to 2 libraries today: went to the first for the Japanese newspaper, the second at PASIR RIS as a waiting lounge while my sister drives to meet me for dinner.

Many, many moons ago I ‘lived’ in a library while preparing for the A Levels. That was the Stamford Library, a red-brick building a stone’s throw away from the National Museum of Singapore. This historical building was a baby to many Singaporeans, some of whom turned up to witnessed its closure. It passed into history forever to give way to a road to ease traffic. It went away a noble cause. I had no other reasons to believe it had to be demolished.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

Twins

I have a gay friend who has a straight twin. I was intrigued. If one twin was gay, by the logic of genetics, isn’t his twin…gay too? This friend cited he, also, had a pair of friends, twins: one gay, but the other straight. *gasp of fascination*


Perhaps then…The genetic code that made twins identical was not the part of the DNA that dictated sexuality. That belonged to the genetic code that distinct one twin from the other. Thumbprint is the classic difference which shares this segment of the DNA with sexuality. Being gay, it seems, is what makes a person special the way a thumbprint makes him unique.


For those who are under the illusion that homosexuality is a product of bad parenting or child molestation, kindly refer to the Biological Basis of Homosexuality. [Have to allow pop-up for this site]

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Dialogue of the Day

Occassionally, this writer has a no-brainer entry...

M: Me

N: A good female friend.

M: “Woman! How are you?”
N: “Not good, I am twenty.”

*Eyes widen in disdain* This writer is celebrating his 9th year anniversary of turning 20 already.

M: “I’ll be 30 soon! And if I get there, I’ve got to get BOTOX. Hey, do you also have sensible alternative to conceal enlarged pores”
N: “Mask! I have wrinkles at twenty, man!”

M: “Have you heard of a gel product that can conceal enlarged pores the way foundation can”
N: “No man. Got way to remove wrinkles??”

M: “Other than BOTOX? I made a pact with this friend who has the authority to stab me to death if wrinkles are not erasable…You may want to consider.”
N: “But, but, but I’m still a virgin.”

M: “Hmmm. Virgin and wrinkles is a fatal combination which requires extreme makeover!”
N: “Call them! Or…or call J [the boy she has a crush on]…Is he attached?”

M: “Not sure. He was with a friend when he came up to say hi. A guy friend”
N: “Oh…You should meet him someday where I canl very conveniently appear.”

M: “Hmmm. Given the history of your past failures at convenient encounters, I don’t think that will ever become an option”
N: “NO! It has changed, I’m sure. I can feel it.”


What else but the pursuit of youth and intimacy that turns us to delusional cows. And I think that if youth and intimacy can be said using a picture, it should look like this.



Tuesday, January 03, 2006

The Penis Poem

Some advice should never goes out of style or relevance...especially if it reminds one not to take yourself for granted. Of course, nobody minds if it is given with a dosage of good humour ya?

>>> My nookie days are over
>>> My pilot light is out
>>> What used to be my sex appeal
>>> Is now my water spout
>>>
>>> Time was when, on its own accord
>>> From my trousers it would spring
>>> But now I've got a full-time job
>>> To find the blasted thing
>>>
>>> It used to be embarrassing
>>> The way it would behave
>>> For every single morning
>>> It would stand and watch me shave
>>>
>>> Now as old age approaches
>>> It sure gives me the blues
>>> To see it hang its little head
>>> And watch me tie my shoes



But of course, men are more than his penis. *gasp of disbelief and shock from jaded women*
Surely, isn’t it? *the wisest male species nods appovingly*
Take this poem and expand it imaginatively to other body parts which may crash like the nookie.

Seriously, do go for an annual physical check up
All fellow members of the male species!
You must always be a step ahead of your wearied body parts
They seldom give u alternative plan if you let them "take permanent leave"

Tip: If you can never remember when you last went for your dental check up or take blood test or review your cardiographs, just consolidate all those tests into one full medical check up on your birthdate. You can't possibly forget your birthdate ya? But of course if you do forget, you will have friends who would remind you of it with gifts or wishes ya? And if you don't have friends, use your calendar function on your mobile. And if do not have a mobile *sigh* you want to get a life?