Monthly Archive for July, 2008

A new way

I was attempting to try a different method of post-processing photos and quite liked the way this turned out. It’s not really very romantic, I have to say, but I like the feel of the colours, and I think it adds to the rather impressive ceiling of this church. Anyway.

Defensive Stupidity

I honestly don’t know why people are defensive about certain things.

Well, okay, that’s just silly, of course I know, it’s because they’re insecure with their insecurities and their more-than-a-hamster-running-in-a-wheel stupidity (minus the cuteness).

So I suppose the real question should be, why are people not willing to lower their stupidited-ness? Knowledge is something we all lack, whether it be in the things we ought to know, and most definitely in the things that we do not. So the most intelligented-ness thing one could and possibly should do is receive the enlightenment of a more well informed and experienced individual.

But I know people who, even when engaging in activities they profess to know nothing about, get extremely fidgety and tense and “leave me alone” defensive when you begin to advise them on the process. A word of advice. Don’t. There are many reasons why, but most obvious of all is that YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ANYWAY, so refusing words of advice or instructions in how to do something just makes you look more dense and hamster-in-a-wheelish than I already think (and now know) you are.

Well sure, there’s always the defense of ‘I want to try myself’ or ‘I won’t learn if you keep telling me what to do’, but seriously, in this day and age, who the hell has the time. Your waste of time is my waste of time, and time is money and generally all things fun that I want to do.

What really takes the cake and all the whipped cream and cherries on top for me, is that these types of people inevitably begin to complain about the time spent doing the things they refused advice on. Or, they just complain about how the way they’re doing it doesn’t seem to work properly, or they are suffering, or some other similar infantile monologue.

Why? Why? Why?

Be Like Children…

Should have put these together with this image. Anyway. Cute!!! Can’t get enough. la dee da…

Hancock


Image taken from New York Times

Have any of you ever bought ‘First’, the Singaporean self-declared ‘Asia’s Premier Movie Magazine’?

There’s a reason why it’s all of S$4.50 while UK’s Empire is a whopping S$18.50. Allow me to cast your eyes on the recent issue which reviews Hancock with the tagline:

Hancock: Bad boy, my butt

Wow. I can feel the critic in me jump up and exclaim at the insight into that statement.

The article goes on with lines like:

the character Hancock is obviously so far from who Smith is as a person that it makes the whole picture just seem off

And:

It’s not necessarily bad cinematography, but it just adds to the overall vibe of off-ness

And:

Hancock starts as one sort of movie (good), and ends up being something else (weird and kind of lame)”

The best thing about the article is that the writer obviously looked up ‘Words of the Day’ in dictionary.com to put in one word he thought was intelligent in “moribund” that leaps out of the page due to its uncharacteristic placement in an otherwise simplistic article, but seriously, what kind of articulate critical analysis of a movie flick uses words like ‘off-ness’ and ‘kind of lame’. Oh, and how could we forget, “my butt”.

I suppose what cries out in the overall stench of mediocrity of the review is that it reads like it belongs on Stomp or some blog somewhere. But I paid for this, so why should it read like something that is even less entertaining than xiaxue.blogspot.com (and I jest not, she’s really quite entertaining).

What I dislike even further is that I actually liked the movie because it is desperately deeper than the superfluous plot so many reviews seem to insist exists in this movie. There were actually less punchlines than I expected from a Will Smith movie (“good job”) and an interesting take on a superhero’s tragic life in battling with love and mortality.

Anywho. I suppose I can’t say much, since I’m not exactly writing for the New Yorker. But can I just say, you’re (much) better off reading movie reviews on the New York Times online than spending S$4.50 on First (Asia’s Premier Movie Magazine) because for S$4.50, you can buy tomato soup and two slices of garlic herb butter bread from Saybons which is actually pretty damn nice (even if I initially thought Saybons was the worst and most horrible tragic ‘play’ of words on c’est bon but whatever…). The point is, if you are going to put down a movie in a movie magazine, at least do it well.

Go and watch Hancock, it is a not lame but cOoL A$$ MOVIE, YO!

Bouquet of Lurve

Totally, unabashedly adored the bouquet at a recent wedding. The pinks and whites and the selection of flowers just worked so well in one glorious ball of love. Gorgeous.