Saturday, January 14, 2006

well well, look who's back. if it isn't too late, here's a happy new year to everyone. two and a half hours of my life was just spent watching something i've anticipated since '04. we were set to watch broken flower, which i'm still looking forward to but caught memoirs of a geisha instead. having read the book thrice, obviously i've not the storyline to look forward to but the visuals and the acting. i'm extremely glad it didn't let me down, though more details could have been included because god knows i would have happily sat through it even if it were something like 5 hours long. the lack of attention to detail is maybe, but only maybe, made up for with the stunning visuals but the audience i shared the movie with could perhaps be a little more appreciative of what was playing before their eyes, i felt. towards the end, some parts in the middle section of the theatre burst out into mild laughter though there wasn't even anything remotely funny to titter about. such is the loveliness of the emotional maturity of the singaporean audience. perhaps this is how we're connected to america, where chick flicks and mindless slapsticks reign supreme in the box offices and also where my favourite comedy, arrested development is being canned. looks like subtle jibes and national inside jokes don't go down as well as toilet humour. must be all that fast food and spam. to be honest, i'm afraid of 2006 and what it might bring with it. glorious sweater weather and the outlook of good movies to come ushered it in, but that apart, i don't know what else anymore. it is but another 365 days, some might say. but in the day and age wherein everything advances at the speed of light and time just flies, nothing can be foreseen anymore. i have a vague picture of what i want for myself this year but the steps i have to take and lengths i have to go for them is intimidatingly difficult to predict. living life day to day as i am unfortunately still doing is nice, sometimes. but blueprints for the foreseeable future have to be drawn, the pen is in my hand and i hesitate before making each stroke because ink is indeliable, and so are consequences. making baby steps is no longer wise, but taking great leaps without being able to cast a vast safety net woven with dollar bills to cushion my fall into an otherwise endless chasm of regret isn't exactly comforting. good luck to you and me.

the textual siege.

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