There are time I wonder what I really want out of life. There are things that I could never get, and there are dreams that would never be realized. If you know ahead that your goals and dreams are unachievable, would you still continue to pursue it, or would you pursue realistic ones instead?
I am so sick and tire of my depressing self sometimes. I becomes wiser just to realized my own faults, and my own errors. There are days that I really just want to give up, and do nothing. The only thing that keep me going is not fame, greed, nor self-preservation, but merely the existence for others.
15 minutes is up... and for once, it takes 15 minutes to blog.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Sunday, August 26, 2007
15 minutes blog of a better movie
If you have read my previous post, then you know I didn't think so kindly of the Bubble Fiction movie. Here is another blog that concur with my feeling. By the way, ever notice how I never wrote about the movie's plot, but just my opinion?
On with the post. I was watching a Thai movie called The Possible (เก๋า...เก๋า -- old...old). As I saw Focus Jeerakul (right picture, with her hand in the snack bag), her face reminds me of a young Japanese celebrity, Kusumi Koharu (left picture).
Anyway, that thought aside, I want to talk about some differences between Bubble Fiction and The Possible. First, the copied summary:
Bubble Fiction:
When a brilliant female researcher accidentally turns an ordinary washing machine into a time machine, the Japanese government convinces her to travel back to 1990 and prevent the announcement of landmark fiscal policy that triggered the nation's economic demise. But the mission hits a snag when the researcher disappears, forcing the government to send her estranged daughter, Mayumi - a debt-ridden bar hostess and the only other person the time machine will accept - back in time to find out what happened. Mayumi arrives at the peak of Japan's "bubble" economy and finds a society obsessed with material wealth and profligate spending. With her warnings of impending doom falling on deaf ears, Mayumi's frustrated efforts to find her mother suggest some kind of conspiracy at work at the highest levels of government. Her own future and that of Japan itself begins to hinge on her ability to recruit the help of one man: the same finance bureaucrat who sent her through time. The problem is, he's 17 years younger and completely unreliable. From Pony Canyon.
The Possible:
In 1970, a rock band called "The Possible" has reached the top of the Thai music charts, and has created a sensation among the younger generation. One day, the band receives a microphone as the present from a mysterious fan. Miraculously, the microphone is a time-machine that accidentally transports them to the year 2006, where modern music rules and they're just an out-of-date item. The only way to bring them back to their glorious time is performing a concert that will fix the broken time-machine/microphone. But, before the concert could be set, there're still some problems in the new world that they have to deal with. From imdb.
Two time-traveling movies in one weekend is a pretty strange, but I somehow done it. While watching The Possible, I came to realized that the movie flows a whole lot better. The characters are more dramatic and realistic. There is no breakdown of nonsensical low-IQ teen or tween gone wild like Bubble Fiction. You see characters with deeper conflict and emotion, and that just made it all worth while. But at last, few people will ever get a chance to watch The Possible, since there is no English subtitle for it, or the fact that it is in PAL DVD-9 region.
DVD: ethaicd
On with the post. I was watching a Thai movie called The Possible (เก๋า...เก๋า -- old...old). As I saw Focus Jeerakul (right picture, with her hand in the snack bag), her face reminds me of a young Japanese celebrity, Kusumi Koharu (left picture).
Anyway, that thought aside, I want to talk about some differences between Bubble Fiction and The Possible. First, the copied summary:
Bubble Fiction:
When a brilliant female researcher accidentally turns an ordinary washing machine into a time machine, the Japanese government convinces her to travel back to 1990 and prevent the announcement of landmark fiscal policy that triggered the nation's economic demise. But the mission hits a snag when the researcher disappears, forcing the government to send her estranged daughter, Mayumi - a debt-ridden bar hostess and the only other person the time machine will accept - back in time to find out what happened. Mayumi arrives at the peak of Japan's "bubble" economy and finds a society obsessed with material wealth and profligate spending. With her warnings of impending doom falling on deaf ears, Mayumi's frustrated efforts to find her mother suggest some kind of conspiracy at work at the highest levels of government. Her own future and that of Japan itself begins to hinge on her ability to recruit the help of one man: the same finance bureaucrat who sent her through time. The problem is, he's 17 years younger and completely unreliable. From Pony Canyon.
The Possible:
In 1970, a rock band called "The Possible" has reached the top of the Thai music charts, and has created a sensation among the younger generation. One day, the band receives a microphone as the present from a mysterious fan. Miraculously, the microphone is a time-machine that accidentally transports them to the year 2006, where modern music rules and they're just an out-of-date item. The only way to bring them back to their glorious time is performing a concert that will fix the broken time-machine/microphone. But, before the concert could be set, there're still some problems in the new world that they have to deal with. From imdb.
Two time-traveling movies in one weekend is a pretty strange, but I somehow done it. While watching The Possible, I came to realized that the movie flows a whole lot better. The characters are more dramatic and realistic. There is no breakdown of nonsensical low-IQ teen or tween gone wild like Bubble Fiction. You see characters with deeper conflict and emotion, and that just made it all worth while. But at last, few people will ever get a chance to watch The Possible, since there is no English subtitle for it, or the fact that it is in PAL DVD-9 region.
DVD: ethaicd
Saturday, August 25, 2007
15 minutes blog of Ryoko Hirosue's travel
So, this weekend I got a chance to catch a Japanese movie called "Bubble Fiction: Boom or Bust" starring Ryoko Hirosue and Abe Hiroshi. I have been a fan of Hirosue for a long time, and the good reviews on imdb.com elevated my confidence on this film. I have watched Hirosue and fell in love with her"Railroad Man", and her other films("Himitsu", "Wasabi", and "Collage of Our Lives") always keep my interest.
Sadly, unlike her previous movies, "Bubble Fiction" fell short of my expectation. Decent, but not a good film. Maybe it is the lacking humor. Maybe it is the predictable plot. Maybe it is because I did not live in Japan in 1990. Maybe it is how unrealistically things turned out throughout the movie. Maybe it is how childish and ignorant Ryoko acts. Overall, this movie confirms that I dislike of Japanese humor and comedy. The only exception is the Trick series.
Sadly, unlike her previous movies, "Bubble Fiction" fell short of my expectation. Decent, but not a good film. Maybe it is the lacking humor. Maybe it is the predictable plot. Maybe it is because I did not live in Japan in 1990. Maybe it is how unrealistically things turned out throughout the movie. Maybe it is how childish and ignorant Ryoko acts. Overall, this movie confirms that I dislike of Japanese humor and comedy. The only exception is the Trick series.
Monday, August 20, 2007
15 minutes blog of a squeegee search
Squeegee. A simple tool. A rare find.
Over the weekend, I decided go few places to buy a squeegee. A man on a mission. My goal, a simple squeegee to rip away any thin layer of frosted ice on the front and the back windows of my car.
Destination #1: Dollar Tree Store
Result: Negative. Nothing beyond small household items.
Destination #2: Big Lots!
Result: The store had remodel the interior, but still no squeegee.
Destination #3: AutoZone
Result: The store looked promising, although not a single squeegee was found.
Destination #4: Thrifty
Result: Side track. I merely went there to look at the ice-cream.
Destination #5: Lucky
Result: A female employee was laying down on the ground. One co-worker was calling an ambulance, while two more were next to her. The victim did not make any sound, so it did not seems like a case of physical injury. Possibly a medical complication or a sudden trauma. The medical team in firetruck arrived as I left the store. No squeegee. No motivation to look further.
That conclude my strange weekend. One emergency and no squeegee.
Over the weekend, I decided go few places to buy a squeegee. A man on a mission. My goal, a simple squeegee to rip away any thin layer of frosted ice on the front and the back windows of my car.
Destination #1: Dollar Tree Store
Result: Negative. Nothing beyond small household items.
Destination #2: Big Lots!
Result: The store had remodel the interior, but still no squeegee.
Destination #3: AutoZone
Result: The store looked promising, although not a single squeegee was found.
Destination #4: Thrifty
Result: Side track. I merely went there to look at the ice-cream.
Destination #5: Lucky
Result: A female employee was laying down on the ground. One co-worker was calling an ambulance, while two more were next to her. The victim did not make any sound, so it did not seems like a case of physical injury. Possibly a medical complication or a sudden trauma. The medical team in firetruck arrived as I left the store. No squeegee. No motivation to look further.
That conclude my strange weekend. One emergency and no squeegee.
Monday, August 13, 2007
15 minutes blog of a working weekend
It's never good to work on weekend.
It's a bad idea to be working six days a week.
It's worse when you have to go back on Monday feeling tire.
It's ending my patiences for the annoying managers.
It's for the team that I worked this weekend.
It's me who seems to go insane over this.
It's ...
It's a bad idea to be working six days a week.
It's worse when you have to go back on Monday feeling tire.
It's ending my patiences for the annoying managers.
It's for the team that I worked this weekend.
It's me who seems to go insane over this.
It's ...
Wednesday, August 8, 2007
15 minutes blog of a boring time
It had been a rough day of debugging and fixing the problem. At 8:15PM, I am still sitting in front of the same computer since 8:00AM, waiting for the compiler to finish the building and linking. My mind deviated from the problem and entered the state of calmness.
I am getting paid for eight hours, not twelve.
I might have to come on the weekend to finish this up.
This is so fucking messed up.
Right now, there is nobody here in this giant laboratory.
I sang out loud for about a minute before I stopped. I opened Firefox, and entered magnatunes website, which is the only music site that the IT failed to blocked properly. Thank god for secure connection and flash. Thank Macromedia!! I turned the knob on the small speakers, and blast away the music. The vibration on the water bottle in my right hand hinted me that it was loud enough for anyone in the lab to hear, but the lack of reaction told me there is no one else in the lab.
8:20PM. The compiler is done building. I ran. I tested. Empty. No answer comes to me.
Nothing gained. I cleaned up and walked out.
There is tomorrow.
What a fuck up day this is.
I am getting paid for eight hours, not twelve.
I might have to come on the weekend to finish this up.
This is so fucking messed up.
Right now, there is nobody here in this giant laboratory.
I sang out loud for about a minute before I stopped. I opened Firefox, and entered magnatunes website, which is the only music site that the IT failed to blocked properly. Thank god for secure connection and flash. Thank Macromedia!! I turned the knob on the small speakers, and blast away the music. The vibration on the water bottle in my right hand hinted me that it was loud enough for anyone in the lab to hear, but the lack of reaction told me there is no one else in the lab.
8:20PM. The compiler is done building. I ran. I tested. Empty. No answer comes to me.
Nothing gained. I cleaned up and walked out.
There is tomorrow.
What a fuck up day this is.
Thursday, August 2, 2007
15 minutes blog of a boring kid part2
Thinking back to the time when the eight year old girl told my English teacher how bored she was with me, I begin to realize how much I do not understand about something so simple as chit-chat. Afterward I was paired up with another 3rd grade girl. Like many East-Asian people, this girl is quiet; however, unlike most East-Asian people, she is neither shy or timid. Her firm look and calm attitude made her almost adult-like.
To my understanding, the point of this 8th grader and 3rd grader pairing program was to encourage the children to read more. It was supposed to make reading a fun activity. However, the young Vietnamese girl I was paired up with was a no-nonsense kid. The objective was to read a book, and that we sure did. We left no word unread. We did it perfectly, and that was its own flaw. Beside the objective, there were very few little words between us.
I am still uncertain whether if she did not want to talk to me, or that was how she is. There are two things that I recall from the whole experience. First is how she told me about older brother, who always play around all the time. Second is how she can read the books without any help from me. As I speed reading through those third grade books, I can recall her correcting my pronunciation on few occasions. The more amazing thing was how she did it. Short, clear, and concise. All of it without without a glance away from the words in the book. Unlike other typical kids, she said it without another word on the mistake.
Needless to say, the story end uneventfully. She never say goodbye or smile even once during the whole pairing program. It was a year later when I saw her again near the elementary school. She was feeding the birds in her front yards. She saw me, and I lifted my arm up half way as a gesture of saying hello. She did the same for a moment, then went back to throwing the seeds to the obese inner-city pigeons. All of this without even a smile, and this is how the true story of a boring kid end.
To my understanding, the point of this 8th grader and 3rd grader pairing program was to encourage the children to read more. It was supposed to make reading a fun activity. However, the young Vietnamese girl I was paired up with was a no-nonsense kid. The objective was to read a book, and that we sure did. We left no word unread. We did it perfectly, and that was its own flaw. Beside the objective, there were very few little words between us.
I am still uncertain whether if she did not want to talk to me, or that was how she is. There are two things that I recall from the whole experience. First is how she told me about older brother, who always play around all the time. Second is how she can read the books without any help from me. As I speed reading through those third grade books, I can recall her correcting my pronunciation on few occasions. The more amazing thing was how she did it. Short, clear, and concise. All of it without without a glance away from the words in the book. Unlike other typical kids, she said it without another word on the mistake.
Needless to say, the story end uneventfully. She never say goodbye or smile even once during the whole pairing program. It was a year later when I saw her again near the elementary school. She was feeding the birds in her front yards. She saw me, and I lifted my arm up half way as a gesture of saying hello. She did the same for a moment, then went back to throwing the seeds to the obese inner-city pigeons. All of this without even a smile, and this is how the true story of a boring kid end.
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
15 minutes blog of a boring kid part1
Back when I was in my 8th grade English class, each student was paired up with a 3rd grader to do a reading session. Back then I never imagine myself as being a boring person. Not until I met the eight year old girl. My first assignment is to do questions and answers session with this young Caucasian girl who could hardly sit still. Five minutes into this Q-and-A session, my English teacher came by, and casually ask this young girl about her thought on this.
"He is boring," the young girl replied.
I stared at the girl for a moment before taking a look at my English teacher. At the moment, I was not mad. Just didn't like how the situation is turning. I thought to myself if my grade would be affected by this brat's honest comment. The thought of it led me to take a deep breath and let down a long sigh. Although it was unintentionally, my English teacher saw it clearly, understood the meaning, and decided to switch partner.
I was paired up with another 3rd grade girl. A girl is not a good idea, I thought to myself. By then I realized that being an interesting person is not so easy, especially to little kids. However, unlike the previous girl, this Asian 3rd grader is a lot quieter. Not shy nor timid, but quiet.
more to come...
"He is boring," the young girl replied.
I stared at the girl for a moment before taking a look at my English teacher. At the moment, I was not mad. Just didn't like how the situation is turning. I thought to myself if my grade would be affected by this brat's honest comment. The thought of it led me to take a deep breath and let down a long sigh. Although it was unintentionally, my English teacher saw it clearly, understood the meaning, and decided to switch partner.
I was paired up with another 3rd grade girl. A girl is not a good idea, I thought to myself. By then I realized that being an interesting person is not so easy, especially to little kids. However, unlike the previous girl, this Asian 3rd grader is a lot quieter. Not shy nor timid, but quiet.
more to come...
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