Tokyo Marigold at Japanese Film Festival this evening. I laughed alone again. For example, at the pseudo Golden Gate shot ( Read more... )

5 hours before classes begin, I am stuck on my MacBook, having failed monumentally to shut my eyes. I have watched Reefer Madness (1936), BBC's The Century Of Self Part 1 - Happiness Machines, and the first 5 minutes of Koji Wakamatsu's Go, Go Second Time Virgin, before the DVD fucked up on me ( Read more... )

Just go into the movie thinking you're watching getai show in aircon, and it'll be a fun experience. Ignore the negligible melodrama about cancer, poverty and infidelity.

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It was fun to sing along, the inner Beng in me felt like I was on parole, lethal tip of my orleng comb glinting. I should probably ahmoney[SIC la nabehcheebye mai ( Read more... )

Even now, any media I see related to Hiroshima/Nagasaki bombings on August 6 & 9, 1945, its aftermath, survivors, and leftover pain brings me to tears. White Light/Black Rain is not technically a spectacular documentary, but like all documentaries on pointless tragedy*, the interviewees recounts were enough to keep me huddled in a fetal position. ( Read more... )

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Because Ang Moh efficiency is like, constipation. Have not been able to meet up with Chad, thus no pictures yet. Also am dreading the upload of 200 over pictures, so maybe might post less. Will try to get it done by this week latest, owing to my sieve memory ( Read more... )

First off, a sincere apology to omgteaparty for oversleeping our afternoon tea. Insomnia has crept back into my routine, and so have serial dreams. Each sleep is an episode, with characters from past, present, future in one Dream-O-Rama. Daily, I wake up exhausted, having wasted my energy-budget to produce yesternight's episode.

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