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1/26/16
Wolves and Foxes to each other
While discussing this movie with a friend, she told me that "general opinion has it this scene makes no sense at all". It was a mind-fuck opinion to me. She had to pull her smartphone and go through reddit posts and comments to prove to me how "general" it is indeed.
When I watched it the first time, I thought that replacing "wolf" with any strange notion seldom encountered authentically in real life can depict the lesson there.
Then, afterwards, when I watched that movie again, given the climate of race, religion, gender and all in all pieces of identity people are conflicted about, I thought it made sense also following this perspective, an even keener sense than actually facing and overcoming one's fear.
Wolves and foxes to each other, even if we speak English and Latin both of us, even if we answer each other's questions. Maybe it could actually complicate matters. Maybe a fist will be the ultimate solution. Maybe it's best each keeps to its territory. Maybe none should learn the language of the other and demistify the fear. Maybe many things...
I will never understand how someone can possibly not get it.
When I watched it the first time, I thought that replacing "wolf" with any strange notion seldom encountered authentically in real life can depict the lesson there.
Then, afterwards, when I watched that movie again, given the climate of race, religion, gender and all in all pieces of identity people are conflicted about, I thought it made sense also following this perspective, an even keener sense than actually facing and overcoming one's fear.
Wolves and foxes to each other, even if we speak English and Latin both of us, even if we answer each other's questions. Maybe it could actually complicate matters. Maybe a fist will be the ultimate solution. Maybe it's best each keeps to its territory. Maybe none should learn the language of the other and demistify the fear. Maybe many things...
I will never understand how someone can possibly not get it.
1/22/16
Tony Zhou on Ensemble Staging in Memories of Murder
This guy articulates the very thoughts I have on Asian directing/editing points that make them appeal to me the most.
Plus he uses one of my favorite movies to deliver the point.
And finally, his comments have helped me in my writing. Thank you Tony, keep up the thorough detailed great work.
Plus he uses one of my favorite movies to deliver the point.
And finally, his comments have helped me in my writing. Thank you Tony, keep up the thorough detailed great work.
1/21/16
International Release, please!
Hopefully! I can't wait to see that! I'd sacrifice Deadpool and Suicide Squad for it
1/20/16
Dead Poop and Suey Square
For twice, I won't go to the Movies and only THEN choose what I want to watch.
1/16/16
Under the Sheltering Sky
Read, watched. Still processing, but definitely aware on how that gem could be nurturing, salvaged and turned into an inner fuel. Dear lord, may Paul rest in peace and may the blessing of writing and reading never cease.
SHOW ME THE MORTY!
THAT'S INITIATIVE! Now, the waiting won't be so excrutiating :D
Meanwhile, MEANWHILE :
XD XD XD XD
This is so priceless I'm still laughing at the thought of it : it became the first fact I tell to someone whenever he/she objects at watching Rick and Morty because it's a "cartoon":
-"It's the kind of cartoon that requires golden membership on pornhub to be streamed."
Point Made
1/12/16
The Readlist of Carbon Creation
"It's just that the so many surface details in Alexandra Quartet are so consistently sumptuous and poetic, and that in itself is delightful and thereby inspiring to the poetic soul — that's the only main reason I'm suggesting that work. Alexandria Quartet for the skin and cosmetics, The Naked and the Dead for the muscles and sinews, and The Sheltering Sky for the taut supple beauty of the whole body moving in time."
Andrew Singer -
1/10/16
Casablancaaa
The ID Card is a must-have when you're out. Bank cards too, but on a less legal level and on a more financial one.
I happen to have lost those too often since I started living again in Casablanca. In the window of almost two years, I lost my ID card and bank ones four times.
1 : Back in 2014, while going to the beach with S. and O. for a breakfast at the beach, I lost my wallet in the sand. One week later, parents call to say they received a letter with my cards in them (because the address on my ID Card is the home address of my parents in my hometown). I had by then already stopped the bank cards and waited for new ones for a week.
2 : Back in early 2015, I went shopping with S. and was running around the rural area and playing idiot. I lost it. We looked up for the wallet in the streets for almost an hour. We finally found it. That day, I managed to make someone laugh very hard, then have an anxiety attack to finally bring her to a state of complete relief with some tears. It wasn't me, it was S.
3 : In Ramadan 2015, I was going around the administration of the neighborhood and dropped it because I simply forgot I had that damn wallet in my hand. I had to go back the next day after a full afternoon spent in the bank and the police departments (yes "s" because nobody wanted to take any responsibility for various idiotic reasons I'm not going to bother telling...Unless it's of some interest to someone...). When I came back the next day to get the papers, I asked them, just intuitively, if somebody found some wallet in here. I was given back my ID Card, but nothing else. I had to take half-a-day off work to cancel my bank cards and ask for new ones. It always takes one week and you have to go to YOUR agency to write the cancellation and ask for new ones -_-.
4 : which brings me to Wednesday. I was cycling furiously on bumpy roads trying to be done with errands to meet O. when I realized I had dropped the freaking wallet. I retraced, looked around, nothing. As the usual, I had to ditch work for a whole morning to go at the bank and cancel my cards then go to the police departments which again didn't help. In the afternoon, when I logged in at home, I found a generous message on LinkedIn and Facebook of a certain someone whose friend found my wallet and wanted to give it back. We met and that man gave me my wallet in hurry, not asking for anything in return and insisting that I check if I had everything there.
I was just too thankful for recovering the ID Card - it's an unbelievable hustle to make a new one, not to mention that I have to go back to my hometown for the procedure.
And I wasn't expecting to recover the money - I never do anyway.
Thank you then dear strangers! And May it be a reminder that good deeds aren't obliterated, and that I'm NEVER EVER TAKING THAT DAMN ID CARD WITH ME OUT AGAIN!
I happen to have lost those too often since I started living again in Casablanca. In the window of almost two years, I lost my ID card and bank ones four times.
1 : Back in 2014, while going to the beach with S. and O. for a breakfast at the beach, I lost my wallet in the sand. One week later, parents call to say they received a letter with my cards in them (because the address on my ID Card is the home address of my parents in my hometown). I had by then already stopped the bank cards and waited for new ones for a week.
2 : Back in early 2015, I went shopping with S. and was running around the rural area and playing idiot. I lost it. We looked up for the wallet in the streets for almost an hour. We finally found it. That day, I managed to make someone laugh very hard, then have an anxiety attack to finally bring her to a state of complete relief with some tears. It wasn't me, it was S.
3 : In Ramadan 2015, I was going around the administration of the neighborhood and dropped it because I simply forgot I had that damn wallet in my hand. I had to go back the next day after a full afternoon spent in the bank and the police departments (yes "s" because nobody wanted to take any responsibility for various idiotic reasons I'm not going to bother telling...Unless it's of some interest to someone...). When I came back the next day to get the papers, I asked them, just intuitively, if somebody found some wallet in here. I was given back my ID Card, but nothing else. I had to take half-a-day off work to cancel my bank cards and ask for new ones. It always takes one week and you have to go to YOUR agency to write the cancellation and ask for new ones -_-.
4 : which brings me to Wednesday. I was cycling furiously on bumpy roads trying to be done with errands to meet O. when I realized I had dropped the freaking wallet. I retraced, looked around, nothing. As the usual, I had to ditch work for a whole morning to go at the bank and cancel my cards then go to the police departments which again didn't help. In the afternoon, when I logged in at home, I found a generous message on LinkedIn and Facebook of a certain someone whose friend found my wallet and wanted to give it back. We met and that man gave me my wallet in hurry, not asking for anything in return and insisting that I check if I had everything there.
I was just too thankful for recovering the ID Card - it's an unbelievable hustle to make a new one, not to mention that I have to go back to my hometown for the procedure.
And I wasn't expecting to recover the money - I never do anyway.
Thank you then dear strangers! And May it be a reminder that good deeds aren't obliterated, and that I'm NEVER EVER TAKING THAT DAMN ID CARD WITH ME OUT AGAIN!
1/4/16
Why I almost always retrogame and hardly game
So many emotions, choking under one's breath, tears of wonder, goosebumps from the flowing stories, meaning within every verse...etc
An Answer To A Silent Constellation
Climb, climb, climb, it is dark, cold and quiet.
I look up at the stars, close my ears and listen to the heartbeat. There, there was a New Year.
A New Year 's light lies between the push and pull of the heart answering a silent constellation.
