A conspiratory approach in deplicting the anecdote of truth and falsification, of trust and misleading, of entity and corporate. Hidden has taken a skip into the realm of unthinkable, by the director Michael Haneke.
“It’s up to the audience to decide how to comprehend the film. I’m not a schoolteacher; I’m not interested in giving answers. The one thing I may be able to do is ask more or less interesting questions.”
Hidden, a psychological thriller about guilt.
Aoyama - The Green Room (Desa Sri Hartamas)
Itadakimasu! Instead of posting my comment on this, I’ve found a fellow blogger (http://masak-masak.blogspot.com/2006/07/aoyama-green-room-desa-sri-hartamas-kl.html)who has done the deed well.
And an amazing photography collection by Billy Law (http://www.shisso.org/photoblog/)
I draw… not a hat, but a boa constrictor… with an elephant inside…
No one would listen to the tiny voice that speaks so truthfully. They rather hear the stammering lies.
The first harmonic reason is the last puzzling grievance.
The Little Prince remakes a making…
No matter how many times I’ve read this constructive piece, from the front cover to the last of its numbering page, it has always marvel its reader and bring the ego to a state of desensitized, like how a cloth is bleached to its fairness.
Yesterday… Sunday… What did I do?
Let’s see, I woke up at 9 and switched on the TV.
“You know, you are very much like kid. Straight out the bed and stuck to the TV. Thank God you’re not watching some silly cartoons.”
Then at 10, my friend finally able to scrap me off the couch and drag me into the car to go for brunch.
Once back from brunch, the TV marathon continued…
Since I don’t want to miss anything, I had pack lunch at 3. I was getting really good at doing nothing but watch TV.
During piss-stop, I missed the front bit of Sexy Back video, but managed to watch the rest. And I wasn’t the least bit amused.
I don’t understand how such ??? can be passed off as music. I guess only a hot stuff like Justin could pull off something like this spotless, with the video filmed at a tangled angle and senile sequence. Not to mention the chorus of orgasm! Truly unacceptable from such a talented artist. Maybe the the Britney Break-Up really hit him hard…
Then it was dinner time, I had it and I had TV for dessert.
Finally at 10 I had to say goodbye to the TV. It was tough.
Heat is rising in my office, with the ventilation down again…
Meanwhile a friend of mine is getting into the hot pan… not having trouble or anything, but tying the knot soon. And I guess it was funny that some friends were confused over the marriage, “Eh… I thought he is gay… Is he becoming straight?” Not until the moon really turns blue!
He is getting married to another guy. The ceremony will be in Sydney, and also where they will move to and settle down. Envy wouldn’t even be the word I say, but I really do admire their approach in relationship. Truth is they only known each other for a couple of months and next thing we hear is the wedding bell. Whether it is the right move or not, only both of them will live through it. Commitment is priceless. Congrats pal…
I do admit I had my fair share of online chatting back then… but I’d recognized my addiction and called it a quit.
And although I have a profile on the common networking site, I am never good at it. In fact I hardly even find the urge to login anymore. As much as “looking for more friends” is concerned, it seldom is about that. I do have to agree with some that it is tiring to constantly engaging in conversation with people who can’t even carry themselves well.
“Does it matter whether they can talk or not? They should keep it down and no one knows. We just like to see nice things.”
A friend mentioned with regards to those young hot blond.
But then again, young hot blond has learned the trick of talking. They conquer the grooming, and now they are stepping into reading!
Back to the online network, where I stumbled upon profile’s tagline to be somewhat interestingly hopeless to begin with:
Romantically hopeless romantic…
He should have just kiss a frog then
The desperate…
Need a bf!!!
Don’t we all…
If you think that’s bad, don’t even bother with the next…
I have ugly look…so sorry…if u dont mind
Why would people mind… as long as you wear a mask like the Phantom
Alright, I thought the previous one is bad, but this is worse!
If u can accept a friend who not showing his face, then please email me… =)
I don’t even want to comment on this, geezzz
Let’s process to the next then…
Can i make my own decision?
I’ll be worried if you can’t make your own decision!
The Boyz Next Door!!
So outdated…
Then there’s the diva’s pronounce…
my favourite label, GUCCI
And the not so diva… and not even human…
a simple guy who come to this earth n looking for a friends n more….
Yiaks…
Business is business…
FRENS 2 LET & 2 MAKE BUT its NOT 4 SALE here.
No wonder some say friendship doesn’t come cheap!
All time favorite… the philosopher… wannabe that is…
LOVEisFULLaround, BUTwhyInever FOUNDit
Hmm.. I believe it is “Love is All Around”, right?
Over the edge? You decide…
‘The only way to discover the limits of the possible is to go beyond them into the impossible.’
How come it sounds more like one of those “self motivating” strategy used in marketing and sales.
Even Shakespears can’t rest in peace over this one…
Love or not to love?
Love is a choice?
Despite the effort… none was appreciated…
Sometimes when souls intertwine…. love conquers
Try harder next time!
The provider…
…everything or nothing…is that what you want too?
What if I say I want everything and leave you with nothing… sounds fair?
The servant…
Fruit tea, tiramisu or me?
Quite cute over the fact that he might be a fruit tart… oh wait, you meant “fruit tea”… okay, not cute at all
And the whole lot of…
I’m looking for …
Better set up the lost and found booth
But nothing beats this…
Sea, Sand, Sun and Sex
Come on… aren’t you the least bit curious?
I missed the chicken soup.
Out of the blue, I got these!
Measles? Allergies?
Wouldn’t it be nice to be home right now, with family looking after me; does the worrying. And I can just focus on being ill and feeble.
Miles out here, I can’t afford to do that. I have to take care of myself. Independent, right? I’ve got to earn that, like Kafka did.
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‘… 20 years is a long time to spend with the same person’
‘If only it is the same person’
Down the road, we wish things would be like before, unchanged. How a smile could melt the heart. How a kiss could push the adrenalin. How a touch could weave through tension. Those were the days, when two moved as one.
Many relationships fall apart because of change. A change so immerse that the other half could not keep up. It drags the differences wider, leaving time to take on the pieces.
Luna de Avellaneda - a witty and deeply emotional romantic comedy from the award winning Argentine director Juan José Campanella. The story follows a group of Argentine’s neighborhood who keep the spirit of their social club alive against the declining economics. It is a film about human solidarity through an array of identifiable characters and realistic family values.
Often I would prefer picking an international screening, partly for the no ticketing queue and the exceptional screenplay. Not to mention having the theatre to myself or meeting someone interestingly single.
‘Addictive’ was the exact word used by Indepedent Literary Review to describe the latest fix to this remarkable fictional novel.
An exploitation of two characters, moving about, running their lives individually, yet crossing each other path with every turn of the chapter; unbelievably hypnotic.
Kafka on the Shore - Haruki Murakami
Picking up his rucksack, Kafka Tamura took the flea from home and ventured into the unseen edge of Japan. At young age of 15, he has nonetheless filled in physically and developed arousal to psycho-analytical perspective. Running with a baggage of his father’s dark prophesy, to a seemingly calm setting, and unwinding the normality.
Believing he has little to nothing to offer to anyone, Nakata, an old man, took on a surprise role in helping a young man seeing the world. After an unusual event during his childhood, he has lost the ability to read and write. But gained an extraordinary gift.
Thus far the most bizarre anecdote I’ve ever read. A fast-food pimp, talking cats, insane liquor label, downpour of fish and leeches, mass shifting stone, and un-aged WWII soldiers, and more of the unearthly happenings. It touched on the unexplainable criteria of time and static, sexuality and gender, misfortune and perception, love and hatred, incest and profusion, re-born and death.
It tackled the connotation of being alive, living, and live; something we brush off easily in the present of unmistakable, materialistic void. The text would rock your boat and have you realized that you have yet to sail off to the unpredictable opening, instead tied tightly on the deck. Waking up morning after morning, finding yourself breathing, is not living. Living is far more rooted than just being alive.
Leaving the paradox of Murakami with the supporting paragraph of a philosophical crow:
You’re afraid of imagination. And even more afraid of dreams. Afraid of the responsibility that begins in dreams. But you have to sleep, and dreams are a part of sleep. When you’re awake you can suppress imagination. But you can’t suppress dreams.
And imagination is what the author asks of you.
I am unwell, but these are not prozac.
