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ubërchîc

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Sunday, March 19, 2006
I am always living in cultural confluxion.

Like how I only discovered this heartachingly sad korean MTV last night through a chinese-american.

And I discovered my Filipino-American neighbour from san francisco has also seen it before.

And I, who's lived closest to the K-pop craze in Asia, has never stumbled upon this gem .

OK. 4 midterms this week. I've learnt that it's all about working the system at the tertiary level. It's not how much you know. It all depends whether you know what the prof's gonna test.

This just might be the longest week of 2006.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006
What the heck.

Sunday, March 12, 2006
Spring is here!

OK, its more like 8 more days to the official equinox, but I'm all for pulling on a jacket over your T-shirt and heading out into the sun, versus bundling oneself in goretex and wool and a beanie.

I've pretty much done near to nothing this whole week. I guess it's a knee-jerk reaction to the nightmare of 5-midterms-in-7-days the week before. But it's all good.

I saw a grand total of four films this week.

1. Akira Kurosawa's Seven Samurai, one long tale about the samurai's code of ethics with attention paid to the psychosexual tensions and class inequality in feudal Japan. Kurosawa drives the tale to a bitterly painful ending indeed, as Chuck astutely pointed out the way some of the samurai died (no plot spoilers yet, I assure). The reason I could watch this was because I burned thru orgo lab in under 90 minutes. This week's lab, however, promises to hole me up for at least 150 minutes. *shivers*

2. Ridley Scott's Blade Runner, Director's Cut. Carlos, Cory and I could not get our heads round the crazily choppy final fight scene, and that pretty much dampened the entire movie for me. While Scott gets the backgrounds right in tune with the bleak neon-coloured anime stylistics, his action-scene sensibilities utterly falls short of fluid, understated poetry we all love anime for. I had to run the DVD back so that Carlos and Cory could catch the twist three-quarters of the way thru.

3. Kurt Wimmer's Equilibrium. Another one of those post-apocalyptic techno-soundtracked films that attempt to mix existential philosophy with a high body count. The gun fight scenes are uberkool and hypersmooth. Chuch kept reminding us that this was filmed for a dirt-cheap budget and before the Matrix invaded celluloid consciousness. While plotholes were many and gaping, the action was top notch.

4. Invisible Children. This church-affliated group is going to screen this documentary about Ugandan children being abducted by rebels and forced to fight against the government in the civil war tomorrow. However, I managed to pick up a loose copy of the DVD from Judson House that Liz said had been there for 'six months'.

When I popped it into my laptop, the documentary shocked and inspired me.

The film's made by these 3 Californian college grads who head over to Uganda to find a story worthy of being recorded and they uncover a society powerless to fend for itself in a war that takes no prisoners. Their uncensored interviews with boys who have escaped the rebel army forced me to ask, "Why are we not doing anything about this?"

And, as they dig deeper, the whole thing has more to do with God than they'd ever imagine.

So much for a wholly unproductive Saturday.

But hey, Spring is almost here.