Burn
Ahh, the webbie's finally functional. Time to move on to the next phase.
Anyway, over the past few days I was reflecting on how I came about loving movies. There were a couple of times when I watched horror movies with da folks and I was scared shitless - especially one time when I was around 8 or so and they aired The Blob and I couldn't sleep properly for a few days.
But I ended up loving horror movies. Taped them all up on Horror Tuesdays, stuff like Nightmare On Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Pet Semetary, Aliens, Predator, Carrie, The Shining, etc etc. And oh, not forgetting the X-Files.
One of the shows that I'd never forget around that time was The Crow. Damn, it was so cool.
I was 12 at the time and 12 years later I decided to name myself after the lead actor, Brandon Lee(don't tell anyone). Killed in a freak accident when the blanks used in the film shot shrapnel into him. A few years after watching the show, I bought the OST and it changed my taste in music entirely. My first taste of rock and metal. Even now the songs still sound good.
Couple years later, going to the movies became a form of solace. Time passes quickly in the cold creaky familiarity of a cinema seat. You watch, you listen - nothing else mattered. Compared to the great tragedies and great adventures and drama and life and death, your petty little real life problems seem trivial.
What, you couldn't pass your maths paper despite tuition and mugging for days? Guy's arm got blown off in Saving Private Ryan and he's stumbling around with bullets raining all around him. Holy shit.
Recently I had started developing a latent interest in fashion. Actually, I think the concept of fashion is still relatively alien to the general male Singaporean population. And maybe not just male.
The standard Singapore dress code for the common male is a football jersey with berms and flip flops. For females it's a camisole with jeans and flip flops.
Any guy who harbours an interest in dressing up seems to attract suspicion that's he's not straight. And I have a hunch this is not just limited to Singapore or Asia. It's a bit of an oxymoron - you could, you know, not give a rat's ass about clothes and have people, especially the girlfriend/wife figure, nag endlessly that you're a hopeless slob who'd in 10 years turn into a beer slugging fat hairy couch abomination, or you overstep the fine line and become a man slut. Ok maybe that's pushing it but you get my drift.
Anyway, fashion is fun and I think it is probably in fashion that you see the raw power of advertising. Looking at the latest ads by the big labels, there's excitement knowing that in the next few months a lot of people might start dressing this way. The current trend for gladiator sandals and khaki shorts have almost passed. The next thing might be plaids.
Which was like the trend like 12 years ago. Hah.
The more I understand it, the more I love it. It's culture. Sometimes I find it a bit sad that in this huge, huge universe, our sole obsession is ourselves. We obsess with our own human existence, which is in turn dictated by evolutionary biology; we cannot say, imagine if you're a rock that had existed for 300 million years. Imagine if you're Pluto.
How would you feel now that you're rejected by scientists after so many years of being classed as a proper planet. You could almost imagine the poor sod weeping by the corner of the milky way.
But then you'd be wasting your time cos Pluto doesn't care. It can't. You're just projecting your own humanness into things. And that's what people do. That's our language.
Anyway, over the past few days I was reflecting on how I came about loving movies. There were a couple of times when I watched horror movies with da folks and I was scared shitless - especially one time when I was around 8 or so and they aired The Blob and I couldn't sleep properly for a few days.
But I ended up loving horror movies. Taped them all up on Horror Tuesdays, stuff like Nightmare On Elm Street, Friday the 13th, Pet Semetary, Aliens, Predator, Carrie, The Shining, etc etc. And oh, not forgetting the X-Files.
One of the shows that I'd never forget around that time was The Crow. Damn, it was so cool.
I was 12 at the time and 12 years later I decided to name myself after the lead actor, Brandon Lee(don't tell anyone). Killed in a freak accident when the blanks used in the film shot shrapnel into him. A few years after watching the show, I bought the OST and it changed my taste in music entirely. My first taste of rock and metal. Even now the songs still sound good.
Couple years later, going to the movies became a form of solace. Time passes quickly in the cold creaky familiarity of a cinema seat. You watch, you listen - nothing else mattered. Compared to the great tragedies and great adventures and drama and life and death, your petty little real life problems seem trivial.
What, you couldn't pass your maths paper despite tuition and mugging for days? Guy's arm got blown off in Saving Private Ryan and he's stumbling around with bullets raining all around him. Holy shit.
Recently I had started developing a latent interest in fashion. Actually, I think the concept of fashion is still relatively alien to the general male Singaporean population. And maybe not just male.
The standard Singapore dress code for the common male is a football jersey with berms and flip flops. For females it's a camisole with jeans and flip flops.
Any guy who harbours an interest in dressing up seems to attract suspicion that's he's not straight. And I have a hunch this is not just limited to Singapore or Asia. It's a bit of an oxymoron - you could, you know, not give a rat's ass about clothes and have people, especially the girlfriend/wife figure, nag endlessly that you're a hopeless slob who'd in 10 years turn into a beer slugging fat hairy couch abomination, or you overstep the fine line and become a man slut. Ok maybe that's pushing it but you get my drift.
Anyway, fashion is fun and I think it is probably in fashion that you see the raw power of advertising. Looking at the latest ads by the big labels, there's excitement knowing that in the next few months a lot of people might start dressing this way. The current trend for gladiator sandals and khaki shorts have almost passed. The next thing might be plaids.
Which was like the trend like 12 years ago. Hah.
The more I understand it, the more I love it. It's culture. Sometimes I find it a bit sad that in this huge, huge universe, our sole obsession is ourselves. We obsess with our own human existence, which is in turn dictated by evolutionary biology; we cannot say, imagine if you're a rock that had existed for 300 million years. Imagine if you're Pluto.
How would you feel now that you're rejected by scientists after so many years of being classed as a proper planet. You could almost imagine the poor sod weeping by the corner of the milky way.
But then you'd be wasting your time cos Pluto doesn't care. It can't. You're just projecting your own humanness into things. And that's what people do. That's our language.