The grin and the chuckle
The humor remarkable
The eyes that if met
would sparkle
Though both pairs aren't
together physically
The spark meets
The gentle playfulness
And affection.
To trust and cherish
To not fall again
and not to befall others.
Though the minds may not be as of one.
Yet whose are.
Only time and its wonder
Will two minds
act as one.
Step by step along the way together.
No climber climbs alone.
Who to pull the slack.
Can two parties form into one.
One that moves together and yet apart.
To survive dependent upon each other
Yet independent within oneself.
Two metals can be melted
And then merged and reformed
to form another
creation.
Monday, October 27, 2008
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Imaginations.
He stood at the foot of the stairs waiting, as she gracefully walked down the stairs, he leaned forward and in one smooth movement, hugged her gently closer before brushing her lips with his.
He lies asleep at night, and noises resound in his head, but not in his heart. He stays in the silhouette, blink and you might miss him. Though he knows she won't.
With her, time flies by fast. Yet, neither of them runs along with the wind; what for waste moments.
Time slows down when the heart beats faster, and it speeds up when the heart is warmed.
We all race against time to grasp and cherish what is close to us. Race for another heart. Race for position or power. Or to strengthen another.
To make the full use of each second. Keeping our soul, mind, heart and body alive.
To experience all five senses. And make use of them.
And to make the best of the future.
He lies asleep at night, and noises resound in his head, but not in his heart. He stays in the silhouette, blink and you might miss him. Though he knows she won't.
With her, time flies by fast. Yet, neither of them runs along with the wind; what for waste moments.
Time slows down when the heart beats faster, and it speeds up when the heart is warmed.
We all race against time to grasp and cherish what is close to us. Race for another heart. Race for position or power. Or to strengthen another.
To make the full use of each second. Keeping our soul, mind, heart and body alive.
To experience all five senses. And make use of them.
And to make the best of the future.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Shirt Drumset
So your mum said no to you getting a drum set.
"You oredi have your electic guitar and bass guitar and saxaphone and flute and trumpet and trombone and blah blah blah, where got space to put drum set?!"
But now thanks to ThinkGeek, you can have your drum set and wear it too.
No gimmicks. The shirt has a picture of a drum set on it but this ain't no simple picture. Hit the respective part and it sounds out.
Drum set damaged along the way to a performance or competition? No worries. Wear the shirt and start tapping out the rhythms by using your fingers to hit the drum on your chest.
You can get one at http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/generic/ac0b?cpg=cj
Battery operated, though I have no idea how many you can play simultaneously. That said, you would only use a pair of drumsticks for an actual drum set, so surely you wouldn't need more than two fingers for this shirt right?
"You oredi have your electic guitar and bass guitar and saxaphone and flute and trumpet and trombone and blah blah blah, where got space to put drum set?!"
But now thanks to ThinkGeek, you can have your drum set and wear it too.
No gimmicks. The shirt has a picture of a drum set on it but this ain't no simple picture. Hit the respective part and it sounds out.
Drum set damaged along the way to a performance or competition? No worries. Wear the shirt and start tapping out the rhythms by using your fingers to hit the drum on your chest.
You can get one at http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts/generic/ac0b?cpg=cj
Battery operated, though I have no idea how many you can play simultaneously. That said, you would only use a pair of drumsticks for an actual drum set, so surely you wouldn't need more than two fingers for this shirt right?
Sunday, October 19, 2008
I have no clue what this is.
And, in the midst of the crowd, he stands there. Alone. Yet not alone, for he is but in the midst of a crowd.
Pushing against him, and to his sides, the crowd moves along their way, rushing to their next destination, and he walks at his own pace. Yet he does not walk because the crowd is pushing against him.
The world goes by and he watches while sipping his coffee at the cafe. And time stands still. Yet, time does not stand still because the world goes by.
Jostling and shoving, the crowd packs around him into the bus, and he is in contemplation and remains at peace and at ease. Yet, he is not at ease because the crowd is jostling and shoving.
How do you know what is isn't and what isn't is. Could it be that the only way to know what isn't is to know what is or to know what is is to first know what isn't?
Pushing against him, and to his sides, the crowd moves along their way, rushing to their next destination, and he walks at his own pace. Yet he does not walk because the crowd is pushing against him.
The world goes by and he watches while sipping his coffee at the cafe. And time stands still. Yet, time does not stand still because the world goes by.
Jostling and shoving, the crowd packs around him into the bus, and he is in contemplation and remains at peace and at ease. Yet, he is not at ease because the crowd is jostling and shoving.
How do you know what is isn't and what isn't is. Could it be that the only way to know what isn't is to know what is or to know what is is to first know what isn't?
Impulse post.
And this longing arises within me.
That when the day comes, that ye may be with me,
in our mansion in the land of gold and light called heaven.
For darkness must exist to prove its
contrast which is that of light. Yet,
in heaven there is no darkness but only light.
This stirring within me, it soars forth
and thrusts skyward.
Deep calling to deep.
Spirit to spirit.
Revival and cleansing of the soul,
this yearning of the heart
of fulfillment and satisfaction
That you would take a step of faith and join me
in my faith.
But I shall not push and pressure
And I shoulder not waver and falter
Oh, that He would not come anytime soon
And that there would be more time for us
to be in union
in one mind, one heart and one soul.
In faith.
That when the day comes, that ye may be with me,
in our mansion in the land of gold and light called heaven.
For darkness must exist to prove its
contrast which is that of light. Yet,
in heaven there is no darkness but only light.
This stirring within me, it soars forth
and thrusts skyward.
Deep calling to deep.
Spirit to spirit.
Revival and cleansing of the soul,
this yearning of the heart
of fulfillment and satisfaction
That you would take a step of faith and join me
in my faith.
But I shall not push and pressure
And I shoulder not waver and falter
Oh, that He would not come anytime soon
And that there would be more time for us
to be in union
in one mind, one heart and one soul.
In faith.
Saturday, October 18, 2008
step forward
Many a times history catches up with the present
And the skeletons we fought to get rid of
The daggers that we failed to duck in time
They resurface in their own due course
Taunting mocking
Hiding behind the darkness of the night
Like mirrors they reflect the soul
The heart in its shards
And every time it seems
A step forward is possible
These memories lurk out
of the shadows
And question.
And stare.
And reveal its wounds.
And the weight it bears.
After all if one has fallen four steps back
Can one have enough strength to take one step forward?
And the skeletons we fought to get rid of
The daggers that we failed to duck in time
They resurface in their own due course
Taunting mocking
Hiding behind the darkness of the night
Like mirrors they reflect the soul
The heart in its shards
And every time it seems
A step forward is possible
These memories lurk out
of the shadows
And question.
And stare.
And reveal its wounds.
And the weight it bears.
After all if one has fallen four steps back
Can one have enough strength to take one step forward?
Thursday, October 16, 2008
What? Has it been one month already
Sometimes people get so caught up in their race to be leaders or that of a leadership position
that they fail to realize that nobody follows
and what good is a leader if there's no follower?
What? Has it been a month already, since I went to Tekong. How time flies.
It was tough at first, muscle aches plentiful. Then it started to heal and it didn't get that bad. My section mates are alright. Okay, just a little explanation.
26 Letters in the alphabet.
Each letter stands for a company, like A for Apache, and B for Bronco, and blah blah blah.
I'm in K for Kestrel. [All bird names one la]
Each company has its own five-storey building.
One company equals four platoons.
One platoon on each floor.
Each platoon equals four sections.
Each section one room, averaging twelve men.
My section has ten men. Perfect Ten we call ourselves.
Though those who are perfect wouldn't call themselves perfect.
Im Bed Two, which is situated right below the fan.
And no, if the fan drops I won't get hurt, because the fan would spiral away due to momentum instead of falling down straight. Unless it isn't on when it drops but why are we talking about this.
Each day is rather simple. Wake u at 0530 hours, doing exercises, go for breakfast, go for first parade, then go for lessons or physical trainings depending on the programme, usually two lessons, each lesson two hours, then lunch, then 1330 starts the next lesson and another till dinner at 1730. Followed either by another lesson at 1900 or last parade at non-fixed timing and then admin/free/personal time for us to wash clothes, bathe, call girlfriend/wife/mother/boyfriend/dog, sit around, talk cock, buy drinks from the vending machine, do own physical training.
There, its actually quite routine la each day. Which in a way is rather boring, since its always the same thing each day but then again years are made up of months which are made up of days.
All in all, I'm surviving. Satisfying my need for female social company on weekends, and living with males during weekdays. It's rather hot over there, and perspiration is like my best friend. Not. I perspire a lot. But I drink a lot too, and sometimes the singlet can get so wet I can take it off and squeeze it and a steady trickle of sweat drips out. Weight still more or less around there la. It goes up during the weekends and lowers during the weekdays, kinda like a stock market. I've gotten more tan, with the sun and all. That said, the sun is good for quick clothes drying, don't need Dryer le. And, washing clothes has become part of the daily routine.
Only drawback is sometimes we receive Today newspaper tomorrow, so news can be a bit laggy at times, but no news is good news right? Bullshit. Well, at least the economy downturn doesn't affect us. For now.
Food is uh salty. And accompanied by sweet drinks. But it doesn't really matter because half of the salt from the food is sweated out during the march back to company line. Nobody really walks in Tekong. It's marching or running or jogging.
Stamina has improved a little, though my chin ups suck. If only they would round up halfs to ones. That would be good.
Abrasions and bruises I have numerous, but other than that, I've been well. My bunk mates aren't that fortunate though. Most of them are down with cough, so there's like around fifteen minutes after lights out where I have yet to fall asleep, and I am able to attend the nightly performance of the Cough Symphony.
And if you think people can't communicate messages through coughs, you are so wrong. Sometimes I think they are speaking to each other in coughs. Like the deep raspy kind and the quick and sudden coughs and then there's the slow and loud ones. Kinda like morse code, but cough version. Course code bah.
And that's it. One month down. Two months more to go.
Future isn't easy to decide. But I wanna choose the one that can benefit others the most and make them live life cheerier. Oh, that ye would grant me wisdom.
that they fail to realize that nobody follows
and what good is a leader if there's no follower?
What? Has it been a month already, since I went to Tekong. How time flies.
It was tough at first, muscle aches plentiful. Then it started to heal and it didn't get that bad. My section mates are alright. Okay, just a little explanation.
26 Letters in the alphabet.
Each letter stands for a company, like A for Apache, and B for Bronco, and blah blah blah.
I'm in K for Kestrel. [All bird names one la]
Each company has its own five-storey building.
One company equals four platoons.
One platoon on each floor.
Each platoon equals four sections.
Each section one room, averaging twelve men.
My section has ten men. Perfect Ten we call ourselves.
Though those who are perfect wouldn't call themselves perfect.
Im Bed Two, which is situated right below the fan.
And no, if the fan drops I won't get hurt, because the fan would spiral away due to momentum instead of falling down straight. Unless it isn't on when it drops but why are we talking about this.
Each day is rather simple. Wake u at 0530 hours, doing exercises, go for breakfast, go for first parade, then go for lessons or physical trainings depending on the programme, usually two lessons, each lesson two hours, then lunch, then 1330 starts the next lesson and another till dinner at 1730. Followed either by another lesson at 1900 or last parade at non-fixed timing and then admin/free/personal time for us to wash clothes, bathe, call girlfriend/wife/mother/boyfriend/dog, sit around, talk cock, buy drinks from the vending machine, do own physical training.
There, its actually quite routine la each day. Which in a way is rather boring, since its always the same thing each day but then again years are made up of months which are made up of days.
All in all, I'm surviving. Satisfying my need for female social company on weekends, and living with males during weekdays. It's rather hot over there, and perspiration is like my best friend. Not. I perspire a lot. But I drink a lot too, and sometimes the singlet can get so wet I can take it off and squeeze it and a steady trickle of sweat drips out. Weight still more or less around there la. It goes up during the weekends and lowers during the weekdays, kinda like a stock market. I've gotten more tan, with the sun and all. That said, the sun is good for quick clothes drying, don't need Dryer le. And, washing clothes has become part of the daily routine.
Only drawback is sometimes we receive Today newspaper tomorrow, so news can be a bit laggy at times, but no news is good news right? Bullshit. Well, at least the economy downturn doesn't affect us. For now.
Food is uh salty. And accompanied by sweet drinks. But it doesn't really matter because half of the salt from the food is sweated out during the march back to company line. Nobody really walks in Tekong. It's marching or running or jogging.
Stamina has improved a little, though my chin ups suck. If only they would round up halfs to ones. That would be good.
Abrasions and bruises I have numerous, but other than that, I've been well. My bunk mates aren't that fortunate though. Most of them are down with cough, so there's like around fifteen minutes after lights out where I have yet to fall asleep, and I am able to attend the nightly performance of the Cough Symphony.
And if you think people can't communicate messages through coughs, you are so wrong. Sometimes I think they are speaking to each other in coughs. Like the deep raspy kind and the quick and sudden coughs and then there's the slow and loud ones. Kinda like morse code, but cough version. Course code bah.
And that's it. One month down. Two months more to go.
Future isn't easy to decide. But I wanna choose the one that can benefit others the most and make them live life cheerier. Oh, that ye would grant me wisdom.
Sunday, October 12, 2008
If I Lay here
We'll do it all, everything, on our own
We don't need anything or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world
I don't quite know how to say how I feel
Those three words are said too much
They're not enough
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
Let's waste time
Chasing cars
Around our heads
I need your grace
to remind me
to find my own
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world
Forget what we're told
Before we get too old
Show me a garden that's bursting into life
All that I am
All that I ever was
Is here in your perfect eyes
They're all I can see
I don't know where
Confused about how as well
I just know that these things
Will never change for us at all
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world
Saturday, October 11, 2008
wah.
I don't know about you but I'm excited about this (http://www.chinavasion.com/product_info.php/pName/mobile-phone-watch-1gb-bluetooth-digital-masterpiece/).
Put it simply, it's a genius invention. Or a compilation of genius inventions.
It's a mobile phone watch. You probably heard of such gadgets before and yet it always seem so out of reach, and only for the rich and famous. But here comes a site that sells it for decent prices.
And it's not those basic kinda phone in a watch. That's easy to be created. This model actually comes with a 1.3 camera, bluetooth-enabled and actually has a microSD card for memory expansion.
Well, its made in China, so doubts about the quality and durability would definitely arise. But this is cool.
And all that's needed to start the trend, is for one company to introduce it into the market vibrantly. And others will follow.
Of course, this does bring about new challenges. Like would we need to surrender watches the next time we enter sensitive or restricted areas?
Economy drops. Tech goes up. Boom! We'll die in virtual coffins, with funeral services posted on MySpace's pages and streamed online. And you could probably choose high or low resolution video.
Put it simply, it's a genius invention. Or a compilation of genius inventions.
It's a mobile phone watch. You probably heard of such gadgets before and yet it always seem so out of reach, and only for the rich and famous. But here comes a site that sells it for decent prices.
And it's not those basic kinda phone in a watch. That's easy to be created. This model actually comes with a 1.3 camera, bluetooth-enabled and actually has a microSD card for memory expansion.
Well, its made in China, so doubts about the quality and durability would definitely arise. But this is cool.
And all that's needed to start the trend, is for one company to introduce it into the market vibrantly. And others will follow.
Of course, this does bring about new challenges. Like would we need to surrender watches the next time we enter sensitive or restricted areas?
Economy drops. Tech goes up. Boom! We'll die in virtual coffins, with funeral services posted on MySpace's pages and streamed online. And you could probably choose high or low resolution video.
Friday, October 10, 2008
20 years old.
Today would mark the day which I've lived for twenty years. That should leave me around fifty years left. But it also means my prime will be here in only ten years. That ain't very far away.
And so I take a stroll down memory lane. Where do I even begin?
I've seen power of words, harshness of anger and the gentleness of humility.
I've chased after joys of friendships, and riches of life.
But that's just what it is. A chase. Like running after the wind.
So I stopped, and smelt the roses.
In full honesty, I'm not too proud of my achievements. Or lack of it. Nobody in their right frame of mind deliberately sets out to harm themselves. But that's what youth does.
The air of innocence, and the chance to try any and everything possible. But some stuff aren't meant to be tested or tried till the right time and person and moment comes.
And identity. I know people who have walked this earth much longer than I have, and they have yet to find their identity. I know I've found mine. Though there are times when I look in the mirror and ponder upon the image I see, I know deep inside, my skills, abilities and my flaws. My strengths, I'm certain, as well as my outlook in life.
I've taken a dagger and stabbed me twice.
I've took a leap of faith and fell to the grave.
I've seen kids grow up.
I've seen some fall away.
I've forced not a few to their knees
I've lent a hand to but a few
I've regretted actions decisions friends I shouldn't have gotten close to
I've carried my burdens unseen unheard unnoticed.
20 years and the road stretches forward. The end isn't in sight. Neither is the beginning but why should I look back and expect to surge forward? No runner can win the race if she continuously looks back.
And so I charge forward, but not without enjoying the roses by the path. And each rose that I pluck and smell, I utter a small prayer for my loved ones. And the few I trust with my life.
I say a little prayer for you.
And so I take a stroll down memory lane. Where do I even begin?
I've seen power of words, harshness of anger and the gentleness of humility.
I've chased after joys of friendships, and riches of life.
But that's just what it is. A chase. Like running after the wind.
So I stopped, and smelt the roses.
In full honesty, I'm not too proud of my achievements. Or lack of it. Nobody in their right frame of mind deliberately sets out to harm themselves. But that's what youth does.
The air of innocence, and the chance to try any and everything possible. But some stuff aren't meant to be tested or tried till the right time and person and moment comes.
And identity. I know people who have walked this earth much longer than I have, and they have yet to find their identity. I know I've found mine. Though there are times when I look in the mirror and ponder upon the image I see, I know deep inside, my skills, abilities and my flaws. My strengths, I'm certain, as well as my outlook in life.
I've taken a dagger and stabbed me twice.
I've took a leap of faith and fell to the grave.
I've seen kids grow up.
I've seen some fall away.
I've forced not a few to their knees
I've lent a hand to but a few
I've regretted actions decisions friends I shouldn't have gotten close to
I've carried my burdens unseen unheard unnoticed.
20 years and the road stretches forward. The end isn't in sight. Neither is the beginning but why should I look back and expect to surge forward? No runner can win the race if she continuously looks back.
And so I charge forward, but not without enjoying the roses by the path. And each rose that I pluck and smell, I utter a small prayer for my loved ones. And the few I trust with my life.
I say a little prayer for you.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Dreaming of You - Selena
Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I'd stay up and think of you
And I'd wish on a star
That somewhere you are thinking of me too
Cuz I'm dreaming of you tonight
Till tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight
And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be
Then here in my room,
Dreaming about you and me
Wonder if you even see me
And I wonder if you know I'm there
If you looked in my eyes
Would you see what's inside?
Would you even care?
I just wanna hold you close
But so far, all I have are dreams of you
So, I wait for the day and the courage to say
How much I love you(Yes, I do)
I'll be dreaming of you tonight
Till tomorrow, I'll be holding you tight
And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be
Then here in my room,
Dreaming about you and me
Ahhh...I can't stop dreaming of you
Ahhh...I can't stop dreamin
Late at night when all the world is sleeping
I'd stay up and think of you
And I still can't believe that you came up to me
And said, "I love you; I love you too"
Now I'm dreaming with you tonight
Till tomorrow, and for all of my life
And there's nowhere in the world I'd rather be
Then here in my room,
Dreaming with you endlessly...
Sunday, October 05, 2008
Random
Bus rides.
Head on shoulder.
Interlocking arms.
Intertwining fingers.
Intersecting hearts.
Interesting.
Smile.
Head on shoulder.
Interlocking arms.
Intertwining fingers.
Intersecting hearts.
Interesting.
Smile.
Saturday, October 04, 2008
downed.
It's sad but official. I've lost my purpose for eating.
Suddenly eating seems so mundane, compressed to a mere twenty minutes per meal. Minimized to salty vegetables, sweet liquids, and rock-hard fruits.
Eating is just.. needed to live and that's about it. No arousal of senses or growling of the stomach when the nose detects whiffs of food aroma.
March eat drink march.
Another hobby down. What else would be next.
Suddenly eating seems so mundane, compressed to a mere twenty minutes per meal. Minimized to salty vegetables, sweet liquids, and rock-hard fruits.
Eating is just.. needed to live and that's about it. No arousal of senses or growling of the stomach when the nose detects whiffs of food aroma.
March eat drink march.
Another hobby down. What else would be next.
off shore island.
Someone asked me what I did for a living the other day and it made me ponder.
I could simply say Army. Or I could say:
I'm currently working in the government sector, and have been assigned to an off-shore island, shrouded in secrecy and off-limits to the public.
After all, I ain't lying now am I. I'm merely injecting a bit of color in my descriptions. And we all need color in life.
Which is why the top half of my hands resembles dark chocolate while the bottom half is akin to white chocolate. Plus, the outline of the singlet visible on my back, its interior white and the exterior sunburnt-ly red.
I like my body though. It has this unique setting that most others don't. The weekday/weekend switch. See, when I mentally stimulate the Alt-tab shortcut, the body switches to weekday mode, and dutifully arises at 0530 hours, and shuts down at 2230 hours. Then, when I switch it to weekend mode, it arises usually after 1200 hours and shuts down only after 0000 hours.
Cool ain't it. I'm lovin' it.
I could simply say Army. Or I could say:
I'm currently working in the government sector, and have been assigned to an off-shore island, shrouded in secrecy and off-limits to the public.
After all, I ain't lying now am I. I'm merely injecting a bit of color in my descriptions. And we all need color in life.
Which is why the top half of my hands resembles dark chocolate while the bottom half is akin to white chocolate. Plus, the outline of the singlet visible on my back, its interior white and the exterior sunburnt-ly red.
I like my body though. It has this unique setting that most others don't. The weekday/weekend switch. See, when I mentally stimulate the Alt-tab shortcut, the body switches to weekday mode, and dutifully arises at 0530 hours, and shuts down at 2230 hours. Then, when I switch it to weekend mode, it arises usually after 1200 hours and shuts down only after 0000 hours.
Cool ain't it. I'm lovin' it.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Movies
I watched two movies yesterday. The Days and Mamma Mia!
The Days is a local production featuring an insight into the life of a local gangster. While the storyline has good intentions, it doesn't have enough depth, though on hindsight, it probably manages to put forth what it set out to do.
I wouldn't exactly say the acting was remarkable, and the cinematography was a bit shaky. Too much emphasis on fades and silences, in my opinion. The music didn't leave much of an impression, though I compliment the music for the various fight scenes. There have been movies where the music for fight scenes completely kill the atmosphere.
One thing I enjoyed about The Days was the animation effects. I think back and maybe The Days is a cross between an anime and a school project. Shoot me if you will, but that's my opinion. Ask me to describe what The Days is actually about, and don't be amazed at my loss of speech.
It's not That bad. But it's not very good. But if you want to support local talent, then go watch. Just remember, it's a local film so one shouldn't really compare to Western films. They have free usage of guns. We only have knives, parangs and pulling of hair.
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Mamma Mia! was a delight to behold. It always interests me how scriptwriters craft composed songs into the storyline and it has to be able to be digested. I can't say Mamma Mia! was a success in terms of this, but it does get my vote in terms of humor and stupidity.
Several scenes will always be etched in my mind, simply because of its unbelievability. That said, this movie would no doubt make a good musical. To an extent, it's so Disney-like. There's a scene where the backup vocals just pop up from under the bridge, or behind the wall, which so so reminds me of the movie Enchanted, in the scene where she sings "How does he know she loves him". Then the whole townsfolk came and joined in the singing. Be prepared to see a lot of these in Mamma Mia!
The music was a bit problematic though. Probably it was the cinema. There were frequent audible quality differences through out the movie. Terrible for the eyes, and the showing of lyrics when the songs are sang made it feel like one big karaoke session. All we need is the words to be highlighted as it's sang.
I can't compare both movies however, since they have a different theme and genre altogether. If you need a good laugh to rewind and relax, I advise Mamma Mia! But if you don't know any Abba songs, then it might not be worth every cent. If you want to see gang fights, and uh see a man being called Baby, by another male, then you should watch The Days.
Have fun. and, don't go GV at PS. Half of it is under renovation, so the snack bar has shrunk. Unless, you smuggle food in. Then who cares? :)
The Days is a local production featuring an insight into the life of a local gangster. While the storyline has good intentions, it doesn't have enough depth, though on hindsight, it probably manages to put forth what it set out to do.
I wouldn't exactly say the acting was remarkable, and the cinematography was a bit shaky. Too much emphasis on fades and silences, in my opinion. The music didn't leave much of an impression, though I compliment the music for the various fight scenes. There have been movies where the music for fight scenes completely kill the atmosphere.
One thing I enjoyed about The Days was the animation effects. I think back and maybe The Days is a cross between an anime and a school project. Shoot me if you will, but that's my opinion. Ask me to describe what The Days is actually about, and don't be amazed at my loss of speech.
It's not That bad. But it's not very good. But if you want to support local talent, then go watch. Just remember, it's a local film so one shouldn't really compare to Western films. They have free usage of guns. We only have knives, parangs and pulling of hair.
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Mamma Mia! was a delight to behold. It always interests me how scriptwriters craft composed songs into the storyline and it has to be able to be digested. I can't say Mamma Mia! was a success in terms of this, but it does get my vote in terms of humor and stupidity.
Several scenes will always be etched in my mind, simply because of its unbelievability. That said, this movie would no doubt make a good musical. To an extent, it's so Disney-like. There's a scene where the backup vocals just pop up from under the bridge, or behind the wall, which so so reminds me of the movie Enchanted, in the scene where she sings "How does he know she loves him". Then the whole townsfolk came and joined in the singing. Be prepared to see a lot of these in Mamma Mia!
The music was a bit problematic though. Probably it was the cinema. There were frequent audible quality differences through out the movie. Terrible for the eyes, and the showing of lyrics when the songs are sang made it feel like one big karaoke session. All we need is the words to be highlighted as it's sang.
I can't compare both movies however, since they have a different theme and genre altogether. If you need a good laugh to rewind and relax, I advise Mamma Mia! But if you don't know any Abba songs, then it might not be worth every cent. If you want to see gang fights, and uh see a man being called Baby, by another male, then you should watch The Days.
Have fun. and, don't go GV at PS. Half of it is under renovation, so the snack bar has shrunk. Unless, you smuggle food in. Then who cares? :)
today.
The grin in the eye
With a chuckle of the mouth
The corners turn up
As emotions flash within the eye
The window to the soul
What do you see when you look into a window?
What do you expect to see?
Objects, events, places or people?
Materials, ornaments, life or defiance?
The hand that reaches for
The hand that grasps
The hands that hold on
To each other.
Mischievous tones
Coupled with well-meaning words
With a dash of love and heart
and a sprinkle of stardust.
Two movies in a day.
Walk.
Open
Reach
Hold
Close.
Trust.
Comfort.
Hugs.
Imagine you took a boat twice, and both times the boat sank.
Each boat bearing a different captain.
Each course it sets out is different.
But you survived.
And then another boat appears.
A different captain, a different route.
Dare you take the risk of climbing onboard?
Cause, life is the road that I want to keep going
and love is the river I want to keep flowing
and life is the road, now and forever,
wonderful journey.
Sweetly innocent
With a sprinkle of radiance
She knows the value of immaterialism
And yet strikes the fine balance
Between materials and that which cannot be weighed.
Voice of warmth and familiarity
For a stranger in a strange land.
Eyes much bigger, and hair much longer,
But love doesn't bleed.
A refuge, a stronghold, she seeks
The previous ones were too shaky
Or left her ashore
Abandoned, left alone, helpless.
With a chuckle of the mouth
The corners turn up
As emotions flash within the eye
The window to the soul
What do you see when you look into a window?
What do you expect to see?
Objects, events, places or people?
Materials, ornaments, life or defiance?
The hand that reaches for
The hand that grasps
The hands that hold on
To each other.
Mischievous tones
Coupled with well-meaning words
With a dash of love and heart
and a sprinkle of stardust.
Two movies in a day.
Walk.
Open
Reach
Hold
Close.
Trust.
Comfort.
Hugs.
Imagine you took a boat twice, and both times the boat sank.
Each boat bearing a different captain.
Each course it sets out is different.
But you survived.
And then another boat appears.
A different captain, a different route.
Dare you take the risk of climbing onboard?
Cause, life is the road that I want to keep going
and love is the river I want to keep flowing
and life is the road, now and forever,
wonderful journey.
Sweetly innocent
With a sprinkle of radiance
She knows the value of immaterialism
And yet strikes the fine balance
Between materials and that which cannot be weighed.
Voice of warmth and familiarity
For a stranger in a strange land.
Eyes much bigger, and hair much longer,
But love doesn't bleed.
A refuge, a stronghold, she seeks
The previous ones were too shaky
Or left her ashore
Abandoned, left alone, helpless.
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