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April 5, 2009 Labels: ...i have assignments... Labels: for all those times i cannot go back to..i am sorry.. Labels: ...blessed... Labels: ...on making stands... This 93 mins screening directed by Mark Herman is definitely not a movie to gain much information of the Nazi administration from, for World War II dummies. Sure there are sectioned footages of the Jew Camp, the gas chamber and how they were made to dress in uniformed striped clothing(like that of a prisoner), plus they were being identified by numbers. But that was it..nothing new..no intellectual rarity that could create any kind of subtle conflict within audiences..definitely not like Valkyrie. No impersonation of the 'Great Fuhrer' either, except for the fact that his 'grand' initials was stated on a condolence card. It is an intriguing and emotionally charged movie of friendship, deception, karma, compassion..most of all..Humanity and Childhood Innocence. It is heart-wrenching to hear a well-attributed German professor telling his eight year old student: 'If you are able to find one good Jew, then..you are a great explorer'. No doubt that one can sense sarcasm in that voice of authority. Sad..how an educated personality could be so cold and vile towards another human race. More importantly the message that he is sending off to his students, one of pure hatred, condemnation and definitely judgmental. No good at all! The side-effects of Nazi propaganda..my...Goebbels must have been so proud of himself. The transition of a normal German girl who adores dolls..so suddenly obsessed with the Fuhrer and of the idea building a stronger German nation..is not only scary, but very disturbing. Most beautifully crafted is the relation between a German boy who made his way everyday without fail through thickets to be a friend to a young Jewish prisoner of the same age. Most touching is not the food he brought for his Jewish friend every single day, but the idea that he could not accept him as the 'enemy'. It is really hard to understand how a young person could have so much love to give as compared to thousands of German soldiers who were involved in the dreadful Holocaust. Right to the very end..this was portrayed so rivetingly.. I wouldnt wanna give the ending away, but .. he..made it to the Jew camp..and I chose to remeber those words, "perhaps they are keeping us here to prevent us from the rain..'. The old man assured, "we're just asked to take a shower". It is indeed a blessing to be sacrificed while one is so young..so innocent..and with plenty of faith in their hearts... A soldier chose to be involved in chaos, created by a man. He chose to be part of destruction and abhorrence. He chose..alone..at the expense of deceiving his spouse and family..He is caught in this turmoil..But, he could not turn back..he is alone..he couldn't save Bruno..Quick! Bring in the cannons, the rifles! Get everyone! Get the Fuhrer! He still couldn't save Bruno... ...Worth Watching... For a good snippet: http://www.traileraddict.com/clip/boy-striped-pyjamas/im-exploring the days are chilly, lecture rooms particularly..left my brains too frozen to think... i just want to indulge in.... a hot tub + a hot cup of Belgium coffee... all day long... Labels: loving atalib
The facts of life
If there is ever one question that has always been bugging me all my life, it's...
As a child it seems so easy. I have the answer to it all the time. Monday's a teacher. Tuesday's a doctor. Wednesday's a lawyer. Thursday's a cashier..and it keeps on changing..the most incredible part of it is that i have a reason of picking the professions i had in mind. I wanted to be a cashier on a particular day in 1991, when i entered the NTUC, 'local grocery store', and was intrigued by how much money the cashier keeps in 'her very own little machine'. The received amount was huge and the change was little. The cashier in my innocent phase of mind will always stay rich. The idea behind wanting to be a teacher, was simple..and honest..way defeats the many answers given by interviewees desperate to get into the career, especially after its latest advertising campaign: 'Teaching-a credit-crunch saviour' (all smiles). My answer on the day I decided to teach: I got glasses :)
Never did I knew as I was growing up..answers to simple questions could get so messed up. When one decides to sign oneself off to the devil, he/she has a million questions to answer for him/herself. Does this career come with a costly compensation package? Do i get free dentist consultations? What's my bonus like? Is there any vicious office politics involve? How many hours of OT per week? Do i get criticise half the time, as an intern? What kind of unions takes care of me? What if I can't stand my boss's pet peeves??? These are just a quarter of the many 'gazillions' of dilemmas many of us will have to deal with..once we leave the safe sanctuary of school..
What happens? It's sad..but most of just settle..we become settled with our lives..seeking solace in cups of coffee as we think of 'healthy' ways to deal with all the unhappiness. We forget all our dreams and ambitions. We settle for something much less than our original plans. We become practical, living in the real world, dealing with real problems...
March 26, 2009
..when it's all over..
i barely had 30mins to get dress in order to reach school at a comfortable pace..but i insisted on typing out this post because i'm afraid of forgetting the emotions that are flaring up within me, right this second...the very emotions that i once had so long ago...before i became the person i am...
i forgot what used to be good.. being 22, i forgot about the thrills of riding on public transportations to get to school, because you couldn't wait to see your friends again..even if you had chatted the whole night long. I missed going to the 'heartland malls' to merely window shop with my bestfriend..even if we had round those very same shops from level to level, for an entire year. i missed sharing a Mc Donald's meal with her. I missed hanging out in the library peeping at boys in between worksheets and books. I missed getting picked up through cheesy lines. i missed those jokes we used to make, although now they're really lame (like which idiot came up with the word in the first place?). i missed entering a school's talent time concert..eventhough it turned out we made a total humiliation of ourselves..i missed making mistakes..and people weren't there to judge..i missed gossiping with friends, whom you know will stand by you no matter what.. i missed the back packs, the glasses.. i missed the pebbles we wrote our promises and ambitions on.. i missed continuing each others lyrics as we made our way to the bus-stop.. i missed not having to have use jargons in your writings, not having to read and edit your essays over and over again, not having to allocate the correct punctuations at the right place..i missed not having to be so right all the time..i missed getting yelled at, because my parents want to make sure their child turned out fine..i have never regretted all of those moments..because now..i gotta go.
March 18, 2009
Charmed by a Thomas Sabo :)
March 8, 2009
A political metaphor
March 1, 2009
Worth Watching
February 27, 2009
The Odyssey DRAMA production
September 7, 2008
Ramadhan prevails