Saturday, March 17, 2007
Let's see.. The thing about a film like Letters from Iwo Jima is that death has been a promise made right from the start (or is it the end?). Thus a company of soldiers committing suicide cuz of some stupid pride thingy that the commander has, was kind of expected to me. Yet, I must admit that despite the certainty of death, in the midst of the movie, I was lured into believing in whatever small pieces of hope there are. Then all hopes are crashed when Ching Shui was shot by an American solder after he surrendered. It was like the interaction of the japanese commander with an injured american solder had shown that it was possible for each side to show mercy to the other, all the near-death experiences Ching Shui n the protagonist ( i forgot his name) that escaped from and even up to the part just before Ching Shui's death, there was already a deserter who surrendered before him, all of them show some signs of hope. But ultimately, all these were crashed when the shot was fired and the reason for doing so was told. I was quite affected by it. Felt so cheated la!!!
On a separate note, there is a path in Bt Panjang that I have grown particularly fond of. It is just a normal pedestrian pathway along Petir Road all the way to Dairy Farm Road. I first started jogging along this path because of its spaciousness. Other than that, there is almost nothing attractive about it. Especially with the frequent funerals that are held at some of the void decks, the constant destruction to the pathway cuz of upgrading and about 4 carpark entrances/exits cutting the path. I guess it may be just the spaciousness but after some thoughts, I guess it is because that is the longest path in Bt Panjang, along which I have walked/jogged without a need to get somewhere in time or fulfill needs. I recalled the other paths, to the plaza, to the bus stop, etc. I am always rushing along them and I am almost always with my earphones on - something I dun bring along when I jog.
This brings me to my next question to all those mp3/cd player (hp.. watever) owners out there: When was the last time you walked alone without those music in your ears? When was the last time you hear all the 'noises' of the world? For me, it was a long long time ago since the day I got my cd player and after that my mp3 player. Maybe it is simply cuz I have a slight anti-social streak in me but I put on my player even if I go to the plaza to run a short errand. I have not been on a bus without my player on unless its batt is flat. I heard the birds chirp in the one morning my mp3 player died on me. It was a nice 'noise'. I heard the churning of the car engines. I heard the footsteps of strangers. I heard 'noises' but I missed them a little. Strange ya?
Yet, when I took a walk to the nearest bus stop ytd night after JH boarded the bus and left, I instinctively took out my player. I could have easily took another bus to the particular bus stop to board NR3 but I chose to walk. I love the night and the emptiness of streets that are usually crowded.
(At this point, all functions and capabilities of what is left of my pea brains, have entered shutting down phase. The words are not flowing smoothly and the trains of thoughts have all miraculously disappeared from sight. In short, I am going to bath and sleep la. I must be listening to too much Brett Mccinnes, who went through a whole load of crap about talking and then said, 'Shut up.')
The Origin. 3/17/2007 11:43:00 pm
