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Tuesday, April 8th, 2008
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2:20a - Boggles
Please read the book the kite runner and then watch the movie. It is one of the best film i've watched this year but the book is definitely better.
This movie brings out the fine struggle of an afghan muslim american and many scenes and words foretold by the characters are polysemous. Simply put, I love it.
The last movie that made me so emotional was probably 'The legend of 1900', which the fantastically composed piano music by the prolific Ennio Morricone made be tear so bad. The kite runner was a little different, because the issue is so real, child prostitution, war, afghanistan and redeeming ourselves from guilt.
Recently, a very rich friend of mine told me that when he goes to vietnam with his other rich sleazy old friends for business, they will bring him to visit this school in a very poor village. And the fucked up old men will pick young girls and boys to have 'fun' with. Although my friend absoutely abhor such behaviour, he says nothing can stop these sick fuckers. These people pay the kid a thousand dollars. Period.
Something needs to be done. Maybe i should follow them to vietnam and save these kids. That's if i have the strength to do it and i will not get killed by those pimps. But then living my comfortable consumerism lifestyle and spending my money away on new shoes and dresses do not seem to coincide with my 'worthy' plan.
This sucks. Everytime i compare myself to the people i met in vietnam or stories of 'real' sufferings, i feel ashamed. Again, i start wondering about who i really am- a kind soul who wants to help the unfortunate, or someone who has fallen to the traps of capitalism like what is expected of graduates from my country.
Then i was writing my pre-exam essay draft for my south east asia art history class. It is about the work by chua mia tee, painted in the 1950s- National Language Class. Basically this art piece questions the national identity of Singaporeans, illustrating a class of chinese students learning the our national language, Malay. After all the heavy questions of national identity, i started asking myself who i really am. And i have no answers.
Seriously what's the national identity of Singaporeans when more than three fifth of the population don't speak the malay language and given the age of globalization, do we really know who we are? I remember mel and i used to call ourselves the 'MTV kids'. Somehow we relate our deviant behaviours to the daily intake of MTV in our teens. I mean our parents are traditional as hell but why did we end up so different? Recently, i even found out that my parents find me really weird, even my sister thinks so. Hm, i really don't know what to think of this.
Ok too many questions and wild thoughts tonight. I will leave it as that.
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11:10p - lalala
I think i have had enough alone time and it is back to the wild world.
Reactivated my facebook account haha, that's like a huge step for me ok.
It has been really good spending a lot of time reflecting and being with the family. Yesterday i went shopping with mum and i bought nice shoes and clothes :) And today i added another maxi dress to my ever-growing collection. I have to say it's the nicest one i have got from ebay. Imagine, cross back, satin with black, grey and white assymetrical stripes. Looks like it just came out from the fashion pages of Instyle magazine. Whee. I think i may save it for a special occasion like my graduation dinner with marc or something, but i know myself... i am too eager to wear it out. What a loser.
Sometimes it is nice to be a little superficial and indulge in fashion to take my weary mind away from the sick reality. When i was in vietnam, after shooting the deformed children at the hospitals and homes, i go back to my hotel and immerse myself in FASHION TV. If i didn't, i would have probably went crazy and not be able to make it back here in one piece.
Anyway i was watching fashion forward today and i saw marc's ex gf's sister on the segment on haute couture and the 'high society'. It just made me feel pretty grossed out, 'high society' girls and i just don't go along well. Period.
Anyway geri lend me the book if you have it :)
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