Monday, May 30, 2005

Absurdities...

Here are links to some news articles that've helped make me laugh this morning:

Squirrel
Chicken
Woodpecker
Rabbit
Cow

Soon, we'll be feasting on Yus' bbq-ed chicken... not a great day for animals...

Sporting disasters

Surprisingly, I haven't written anything about Liverpool's victory in the Champions' League over the weekend. Probably 'cause my mind was busy with other matters. The match was probably one of the best finals in recent footie history - the last time I felt such trepidation and disappointment was when Man Utd snatched a last minute (literally) victory from Bayern in '99 (I think it was '99...).

Milan played a great first half, and were leading by 3 goals. As I was smiling smugly to myself, Liverpool played a totally different game in the 2nd half, and in a rather miraculous 6 minutes, had scored enough goals to level the match; and I don't think Milan ever recovered from that. Liverpool went on to win on penalties, and my hopes of Milan winning as comprehensively as they did in '94 went up in smoke. But I'm happy for Liverpool, and if Milan had to lose to any team, I'm glad it was them.

This afternoon brought similar feelings of anticipation and regret, with Raikkonen proving to be a great but rather reckless driver at times. I was literally hopping around as the McLaren driver was leading in the final ten laps, but his rough driving had pretty much fucked up his right front wheel, and it was wobbling around in such a way that you'd think it was trying to do the twist. And sure enough, at the very last lap (as McLaren's typical piece of luck would have it) the wheel came off, and he was actually quite lucky to have escaped with his life. Should have shut out whatever racing instincts and just pitted.

Evening was spent celebrating Jo's b'day. Was finally able to meet her group of friends that she always talks about, and they were a nice bunch of people. Naturally felt a little awkward since I didn't know anyone, and they obviously knew each other, but it was nice seeing Jo all happy with her little get-together and with her various gifts, of which quite a few were Star-Wars-centric. It's a pity RH wasn't feeling too well and couldn't make it as well.

Am halfway through my Differential Diagnosis pocketbook (which is highly recommended to all medics) and although the plan was to finish it by tonight, I think I'll go to bed now. I'll try to cram the remaining 215 pages sometime tomorrow...

Friday, May 27, 2005

Stress

It would seem that all pretense of being a Sith Lord has been partly based on truth, since I'm supposedly Darth Vader-like in personality. Which means I'm either totally, madly in love or just plain mad. Then again, I don't have the habit of crushing the windpipes of those who oppose me (although the ability to do so would undoubtedly come in handy...). Funnily enough, I remember taking another such personality test a few months back, and I was said to closely resemble Yoda. Guess there isn't much difference between a Jedi or a Sith after all. Either that, or the characters are chosen at random.




I was feeling rather irritable yesterday. Not 'cause of the exams, although on a deeper level, the stress probably contributed to my lower tolerance level. It was more to do with being annoyed at the lack of organisation in others, and as Sweetie can tell you, I like things to be organised and well-planned, rather than having everything rushed to be completed at the very last minute; especially when you have others involved.

Another thing I have a problem tolerating is the poor-little-rich-boy/girl syndrome of folks who whine all the time about something without considering the feelings of others who're in a more depressed situation. For example? Saying you miss your other half OVER and OVER and OVER again after not seeing him for a grand total of (drums rolling) a few weeks. And still not getting the hint after being told to keep quiet.

I haven't seen my best friend aka Sweetie for almost a year and despite smiling and nodding my head all the time, it's not easy for me to be so far away from the love of my life. I know it's not easy for Sweetie either, so I get extremely annoyed with people who don't count their blessings. I wouldn't go so far as to crush anyone's windpipe but it's pretty obvious to me at this point in time that anger indeed does lead to the Dark Side...

Wednesday, May 25, 2005

Study Leave

Am sitting at Em's computer, occasionally sputtering words of wisdom (Come on, you've only got more day!!) along with Mocque as the poor gal is stressing over her last paper. I've done a far amount of work so far today since I woke up rather early, so am taking it easy at the moment. Then again, at least 6 people have asked me this question so far 'How come you don't look stressed ah?', with a particular stress on the word 'ah'.

I don't think I'm too stressed on the outside, but I probably am somewhere inside since I think my immune system ain't exactly at its optimum level (stress is supposed to lower your immune tolerance) as evidenced by the spots that're sprouting every now and again and the flu-like symptoms. Of course, I'm not the only one e.g. RH ain't exactly feeling too well either. Poor girl. Heck, poor all of us!

Good/bad news is that there's less than 2 weeks to go. Most of the folks here would've finished their exams by then (Congrats, Irene!!!) so I'll probably be stressing by myself at home. Speaking of which, the house has finally been cleared of all its boxes and the huge mess has been reduced considerably. I can't actually do work if I'm surrounded by an uncomfy surrounding (i.e. it has to be tidy) so this is good news, naturally. Zareen and gang will be leaving on Friday, and I'll have to start packing my stuff after that.

The other bit of good news is that Sweetie's birthday gift arrived today. She doesn't know what's coming, and I'm hellbent on making sure it remains a surprise after last year's fiasco (where I basically let everything out except for one little surprise). She had her b'day over the weekend, and a BBQ was held as well, since it was also her little nephew's b'day. Of course, the only thing that would've been better was if I was there as well!

Had a 6-hour long revision on Monday, which was very useful. Of course, my little group of friends weren't too comfy in the presence of so many medics (we probably have some sort of neuroses!) and I was particularly peeved when one of 'em came up to me and went all 'how's it going bro? long time no see! we'll practice for the exam next week k?'. I smiled and nodded my head, but I think I'll stick to practising with RH and Jo and CT, thank you very much. I don't understand these people who don't bother to tanya khabar for months, and suddenly become best buddies with you again when the exams are near. As far as I'm concerned, I'd rather spend my time with those I know and actually care about.

Guess I should go back to my books now. Still haven't started on antibiotics, and that's one of my weakest bits! Next couple of weeks should be fun, 'cause prior to the exams there's Jo's b'day celebration (we're going bowling), Shanti's b'day dinner and a few of us are catching Sin City as well. Here's hoping the exams would be just as fun (RH, Jo and I are in danger of laughing maniacally if we get catheterisation in the OSCE).

P.S. Just found out that the Crazy Frog ringtone will probably be the no.1 single on the charts this weekend, pipping Coldplay and other actual songs. What the fuck is wrong with these people??

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Long waffle, I am having...

2100 – Was over at the girls’ house. Enjoyed a rather spicy ayam masak merah courtesy of Zareen, after which we all settled down to watch Desperate Housewives. Received a text from Jo saying ‘Am excited!!’, which pretty much summed up my own emotions

2300 – Put on my jacket and socks, although I wasn’t really expecting Reem to arrive for another 15 minutes at least. Tried not to blush as Shanti laughed and pointed out how excited I seemed to be. Have to admit I felt like pacing around and rolling back on forth on my heels and tip-toes.

2320 – Reem and Nav picked me up. We proceeded to give Reem a crash course on the history of Star Wars as she drove, bearing in mind that it’s a minor miracle that Nav was able to convince her to come in the first place.

2340 – Arrived at UCI, and started chatting animatedly with Jo and Nav about various bits and bobs as Reem tried to look interested and spent her time offering us her nachos with cheese.

0000 – 31 minutes to go. Kudo texted to inform me about a sighting of Darth Vader over at Sheffield.

0020 – Jo and I were shown to our seats by ushers using lightsabers instead of the normal torchlights. Seats were at the extreme end of the row, but we had a pretty good view of the screen.

0035 – Trailers came on. And I actually love watching trailers (although I limit myself to watching a trailer of a particular movie just once). Was pretty impressed with the trailers shown – Fantastic 4 (looks better than what I expected it to be), War of the Worlds (there’s Dakota Fanning in it!), Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (Willie Wonka, Willie Wonka… lalalala…) and The Chronicles of Narnia (I’m gonna have to borrow the novel from CT). The partnerships between Spielberg and Tom Cruise and Miss Fanning, as well as Tim Burton and Johnny Depp have worked well in the past, and there’s every reason to believe that the next products will be worth watching as well. Oh, and there’s Corpse Bride as well, which is reminiscent of The Nightmare Before Christmas.

0045 – A long time ago, in a galaxy far far away…

Well, I shouldn’t really go into too much detail about the movie, considering the fact that most of my friends weren’t as silly as me to go for the first showing and midnight, and probably wouldn’t appreciate it if I were to do a spoiler. There are some things worth knowing from the Clone Wars cartoon though – General Grievous is the new bad ass, and as the cartoon ends (just before the movie begins), he kidnaps the Chancellor. Mace Windu tries to stop him and manages to crush the General’s chest, but he escapes nevertheless.

Throughout the approximately 2-hour show, I found myself holding my breath at times, nervously wringing my fingers or unclenching my jaws (without actually knowing that they were clenched). It’s quite a spectacle watching the threads of the original trilogy and the prequels come together, and although you know what’s about to happen, actually watching it and confirming your suspicions is an event in itself. And watching the end of the movie brings the original trilogy to a new light - Episode IV's title of 'A New Hope' has new meaning, and there's only one thing stopping me from watching the other 5 movies now.

Jo and I were practically speechless at times (well, we were speechless throughout the movie since you’re not actually allowed to talk in the cinema, but we’d turn and look at each other and give some sort of signal), and this was primarily due to the emotional impact of the film. It’s definitely the darkest of the series, as you’d expect, but I guess I didn’t know what to expect in actuality. You know Anakin's going to turn into Darth Vader, but the process that he undergoes, and the fact that he sacrificed everything for his distorted view of love is a telling point.

There were still wooden bits of acting, and the romantic scenes still seemed a little out of place, but the opening scenes and the multitude of lightsabre fights and the various interactions between the main protagonists and antagonists more than made up for it. I can go on and on about it, but I’d suggest you watch it for yourself. I’m sure that you won’t enjoy it as much if you’re not a Star Wars fan (part of the magic was watching the whole saga come together to a befitting end), but it’s definitely the best movie of the prequels in my humble opinion – it has a better script, the CGI is as good as expected, the momentum of the story is carried well, and heck, it’s the last of the Star Wars movies. Although I’m hoping it won’t be.

0300 – Came out of the cinema and waited for Nav and Reem to come out of theirs. Jo and I were kinda quiet, which was kinda unexpected. I guess we were feeling a little numb and were still trying to digest what we’d just seen. Reem enjoyed the show though, and although she looked extremely tired, she was able to smile and laugh about it!

0330 – Got home, called Sweetie and chatted a little about what I’d just seen. Poor dear must’ve been thinking her boyfriend was getting a little demented. Went to lie down on my bed about 15 minutes later.

0415 – Finally fell asleep, after pondering various aspects of the movie. Yes, it’s sad, I know.

0800 – Woke up, showered, blah blah blah.

0850 – Jo and Helen picked me up, and we went on our way for the second show. Why did I watch the same movie in less than 10 hours? I’m too lazy to type out the story behind it, but suffice to say, we ended up having extra tickets and decided to watch it again. After all, it’s not exactly a movie I’d only want to watch once, so might as well get it out of the way. And after a warm cup of mocha at Starbucks, we settled down to our comfy central seats to watch the movie again.

1330 – Had lunch with WK, KL and Zareen and gang at Pani’s. Excitement had died down a little, but I think it was still pretty obvious. Reality welcomed me with open arms on my walk home though, as I realized that as hyper as I was, there’s only a couple of weeks ‘till finals and I’d had better get my ass down to work. If only acute renal failure is as exciting as the Sith Lords.

Friday, May 13, 2005

May the Force be with you!

Anyone who is unaware of the release of the final installation in the ‘new’ trilogy of Star Wars movies has obviously been living in a galaxy far, far away. After nearly 30 years, this planet's obsession with Star Wars is about to reach a climax with the film saga's sixth and - probably - final instalment, Revenge of the Sith.

I’ve been preaching the Gospel according to Jedi to those who would care to listen, and I do have a measured amount of sympathy for Sweetie and my other friends who probably cringe each time I go off on a tangent regarding any one aspect of Star Wars. Yes, my excitement is palpable and yes, I do believe I’ll get palpitations when Darth Vader makes an appearance to the tune of the John Williams’ Imperial March and yes, I’m probably a little sad.

But in a last minute effort to convert the non-believers, here’s blog entry dedicated to the mythology that is Star Wars, a saga that has captivated millions throughout the world and holds a special place in the all-time best movies’ list of yours truly.






In 1977, a relatively unknown classmate of Francis Ford Coppola released a sci-fi movie that changed the whole genre and would make movie history. The original Star Wars trilogy (Episodes IV, V and VI) is about the Galactic Civil War, where the rather pitiful Rebel Alliance does battle with the Galactic Empire in a classic epic struggle of a seemingly weak good side, against an evil one. The main character is Luke Skywalker, the last of the mystical Jedis, who not only has to complete his training to become a Jedi Knight, but also bears the responsibility of having to stand up against the evil Sith Lord, Darth Vader and his master, the Emperor Palpatine.

This movie virtually wrote the book on how to present sci-fi, and became the biggest blockbuster of its time, as well as spawning an entire merchandising industry as well as proving to be a genesis for the IT industry i.e. it helped geeks look cool as well.

"I was trying to get fairy tales, myths, and religion down to a distilled state, studying the pure form to see how and why it worked." George Lucas




Lucas was influenced by a wide range of sources in making Star Wars – from Knights of the Round Table and the works of Tolkien’s LOTR and Herbert’s Dune to Kurosawa’s The Hidden Fortress, to aspects of religion (Byzantine Christiandom, Confucianism, Shintoism and Buddhism) and actual incidences during World War II and Jungism in his concept of the Force. The movie was a light-hearted and fun space adventure, but it also tackled deeper issues of corruption, ethnic cleansing, responsibility and embraced Joseph Campbell’s concept of a monomyth, as espoused in his book The Hero with a Thousand Faces.

The concept of a monomyth is as follows :

"A hero ventures forth from the world of common day into a region of supernatural wonder: fabulous forces are there encountered and a decisive victory is won: the hero comes back from this mysterious adventure with the power to bestow boons on his fellow men."

In other words, it is a rather circuitous way of self-discovery. But it’s a well-worn method of story-telling, and although Star Wars is a modern sci-fi production, you can find the basic story of a hero willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good in stories from the Epic of Gilgamesh to the Bible, right up to Lord of the Rings and Batman. Other examples of this pattern can be found in movies such as The Lion King (Simba), and The Matrix (Neo).

Of the original three, my favourite is probably The Empire Strikes Back, which appealed to the ‘dark’ side of me (I’ve always believed that Darth Vader should’ve just killed Luke in Return of the Jedi, but that’s just me). The trilogy also introduced the world to Harrison Ford, who’s probably the only actor from the movies who went on to make it big. Along with James Earl Jones I guess, with his ‘This is CNN’.





Having always envisioned a 9-part story, Lucas outlined plans for a prequel one fine day. And although prequels are traditionally rather humdrum affairs (after all, you know what’s going to happen), it was different in his case since by the time the prequels were made, the whole concept Star Wars had reached cult-like status, and there were even some sickos who claimed to be of Jedi religion.

The prequels chronicles the downfall of the Galactic Republic and the ascension of the Empire. This encompasses the Battle of Naboo against the Trade Federation right through the Clone Wars, where battle is done against Count Dooku’s Confederacy of Independent Systems. Unbeknownst to the Jedi, the war is secretly orchestrated on both sides by Darth Sidious. The main draw of the prequels however, is the descent of the ‘chosen one’, Anakin Skywalker. A young Jedi who forsakes his teachings to embrace the Dark Side and go on to become Darth Vader, probably one of the most famous and iconic villains in moviedom.





Were the movies good? The Phantom Menace was a special-effects extravaganza that suffered from a poor script and rather poor acting at times, but most of all, it introduced the extremely annoying Jar-Jar Binks, probably the most hated character in the Star Wars universe. The special-effects weren’t even as good as when the originals came out, especially since they had a fakeness that you can associated with CGI-effects, as compared to the original trilogy where all the effects were based on models. Darth Maul was a sight to behold though, with his double-edged lightsabre. In fact, another complaint I have is the unceremonious manner in which he died.



The critics and fans weren’t happy, and Lucas was actually surprised a couple of years later when he came out of his ranch to discover the savage attacks on his movie. Talk about a lack of insight.

Attack of the Clones was better though, especially since it dealt with the darker aspects of the story. Some weren’t too happy with the many romantic scenes in the movie, but I guess it was necessary to paint a picture of Anakin’s fall. Even better, we were introduced to various glimpses of things to come as well as clues to the origins of certains things that would be found in Episode IV, and the sight of the storm troopers marching onto a prototype Star Destroyer at the end of the movie was just the tease that made me salivate for more. Oh, and how cool was Yoda in fighting mode?





Revenge of the Sith would culminate in the destruction of the Jedi and it would be interesting (that being an understatement for me) to find out how Mace Windu dies, the role that General Grievous plays, the reason behind Yoda’s solitude and the answers to various questions that would’ve been on the minds of Star Wars fans since the first movie came out.

However, the beauty of Star Wars is that taken in its entirety, rather than analyzing each movie separately, you have a cultural phenomenon that has no equal. Titanic might be the biggest blockbuster of all-time, but nobody gives a shit about it 10 years on. Having said that, the 5 Star Wars movies so far were made with a $300m budget, and have raked in $3.5b so far, which has got to be a record of some sort.

Lucas is acclaimed for the fight he had to go through in order to gain creative control of his product, and luckily for him, the gamble paid off, earning him billions in the process. I won’t go into too much detail about the exact mechanisms though (there have been theses written about the many aspects of Star Wars the story and Star Wars the business empire).

Lucas was also the father of movie-merchandising. The next time you see a Finding Nemo doll attached to a Happy Meal, you’ll have to thank (or curse) him for the joys of merchandising. From costumes to jewelleries to Legos and light sabers to mugs to posters to the various action figures and the 100+ video games and dozens continuity novelisations that have been released, Star Wars has been there and got the t-shirt (literally), enabling Lucas to earn around $2 billion from his franchise alone.

Star Wars has also changed the way movies are made in various ways. Films have subsequently been made with a target audience in mind, with sequels being created in the hope for brand recognition and subsequent audience loyalty. More importantly for us perhaps is the creation of Industrial Light and Magic, the special-effects house at the forefront of technology and who also happened to be the ‘father’ of Pixar films before it was sold off. And Lucas was also the first person to invest substantial amount and money in not only the look of the movie, but the sound of it as well. THX-quality speakers would bring in new life for cinema-goers.

On the one hand, Lucas’ aim of wanting total creative freedom has only served to create a gigantic business entity by itself. On the other hand, he has been able to live his vision without having to kow-tow to anyone.

The essence of Lucas’ vision is to create an influential fantasy world, one that occupied the same stratosphere as Tolkien’s LOTR did in the 60s. It is from Tolkien that Lucas learnt the finer aspects of creating a myth, and the former wrote that myth and fairytale is the best way to communicate morality.

"I wanted to make a kids' film that would strengthen contemporary mythology and introduce a kind of basic morality. Nobody's saying the very basic things; they're dealing in the abstract. Everybody's forgetting to tell the kids, 'Hey, this is right and this is wrong.'" George Lucas




The following is quoted from one of the numerous websites dedicated to Star Wars:

'In one sense, Star Wars is timeless, but in another sense, there was only a very narrow window of opportunity in which it could have become the runaway success that it was. The defeatism and insecurity of the 1970s, born of the tragic debacle in Vietnam and the tragic scandal of Watergate, carried over into Hollywood as well.

The films produced in that decade stand as some of the greatest in cinema history, bringing a gritty, hyper-realistic sensibility to American filmmaking. Mirroring the spirit of the times, however, even the greatest films of the period are, almost without exception, uniformly downbeat, pessimistic, and depressing. People no longer had faith that the good guys would always win; worse yet, their confidence that we were in fact the good guys had been betrayed and shaken, perhaps beyond repair. George Lucas began making films in the midst of these days of malaise.

His first feature film, THX 1138, may have taken place in a futuristic setting, but it was part and parcel of the grittiness and gloom that pop culture was feeding itself in what seemed like a self-destructive, self-fulfilling prophecy of doom. Star Wars, with its clear-cut lines of good and evil and its pedigree rooted in ancient tradition rather than the shifting sands of a decaying culture, burst upon the scene and restored to people something they didn't even know they had lost. '

On a more personal level, Star Wars was the first fantasy world that I got lost into as a kid. Being a pretty impressionable kid (I remember thinking the Ewoks movie was one of the most exciting offers on the telly), Star Wars opened my eyes to a wonderful universe of aliens and humans struggling to understand their place and purpose in the universe. As with all great movies, you get to appreciate them at different levels according to your maturity. When I first watched the movie (I caught Return of the Jedi first at around 6 I think), my initial response was to prance around the house later with a make-belief lightsabre. Adolescence brought about a drooling admiration for Princess Leia’s costume, and the more philosophical aspects of the movie was only made evident to me many years later.





Star Wars probably fuelled the flames that I subsequently had for all things fantasy. Although I’m not as much into fantasy as Radzi or EM, I can look back at my interests in RPGs, fantasy novels and even comics and attribute it to my exposure to Star Wars. And I can safely say that all the ‘crap’ I’ve read throughout my childhood and teenage years were fundamental in formatting aspects of me today. I’m sure folks who were actually teenagers during the late 70s (baby-boomers and younger folks like Krik) would appreciate its influence even more.

Another nice bit about Star Wars is that it was also the factor that started my close friendship with Jo. When we were dying of boredom in Stockton back during the beginning of our clinical years, we were meant to come up with a presentation as a duo. We ended up spending the night chatting about Star Wars and talking about the movies and what not. And it seems only fitting that during the final stages of my clinical years, I’m not only attached to the same place with her again (and M’brough ain’t far from Stockton) but I’ll be catching the final Star Wars movie with her as well. Which reminds me, the exams next week were brought forward, so I’ll be able to catch the movie at midnight with her after all! And the little baby I delivered was named Leia, so that's pretty memorable too!

Revenge of the Sith will premiere at the Cannes Film Festival but receives its first public audiences around the world on 16 May, when all cinemas in London's Leicester Square unite for a single event for the first time. Will it be worth it, especially after the relative disappointment of Episodes I and II? The Guardian gave it a solitary star, which isn't exactly good now is it?





Well, Star Wars fans are an overoptimistic lot and the hype and marketing has reached fever pitch (I can barely stop myself from buying the novelisation and comics about the movie). But it is (probably) the last movie in a magnificent saga that has permeated throughout our lives, and I’ll be waiting with bated breath as Emperor Palpatine says ‘Rise, Lord Vader’, ‘cause at the end of the day, that’s what this movie is going to be all about.

Wednesday, May 11, 2005

Baby!!

After failing to do so the past couple of times, I was finally able to rouse myself at 6 in the morning in order to attend the handover at the Delivery Suite. I arrived with a mouthful of sandwich, and stood sheepishly at a corner for the next 30mins as the midwives made fun of the fact that I was the only guy in a ward filled with women.

One of the nice things about M'brough is the fact that the midwives are really nice and friendly, and they're very helpful and willing to teach. This is a far cry from my 3rd year Obs & Gynae attachment (can't remember where it was at), where the midwives were content to ignore my existence and seemed to have spit venom 'cause of the fact that I've got a dick.

Today was memorable though, 'cause I delivered my first baby after having only observed on previous occasions. It was a healthy little girl who had loads of hair. Standing there brought about a range of responses - from 'how the hell is mum doing that?' to 'don't worry, it's gonna be ok!' to 'aww'. Besides the fact that a life was just beginning in front of my eyes, it was also touching to see the bond and support that existed between mum and dad. I have the utmost sympathies for the women who have to go through labour without a loved-one by their side.

Luckily for me, I didn't have to wait for hours 'cause mum had started contractions earlier during the night. So we were done with the delivery by about 9am, at which point I dashed off to a clinic with the intention of making the most of my time.

Seeing the baby made me feel rather old, especially since I woke up this morning with a bad back. I've been unable to bend it all day, and it's probably due to a strain to the back that must've occured during the badminton game I had last night. My mistake for not warming up appropriately. Either that, or it's just my body protesting for the sudden work it had to do after months of no proper sports.

Monday, May 09, 2005

Downfall

After weeks of delay due to various reasons, I finally caught Der Untergang (Downfall) yesterday afternoon. It's another one of those movies showing at the Tyneside that nobody really wanted to come along to, but I was very impressed with the movie - it exceeded my expectations, and is probably one of the best war movies that yours truly has ever watched.



Downfall is a tense and riveting movie about the final days of Hitler and his cohorts in the bunker in Berlin, based on the memoirs of his secretary, Traudl Junge. It starts with her arrival, and cuts through to the final weeks of the Third Reich as the Germans struggle to come to terms with the fact that the Russians were knocking at their doorstep. With artillery, that is.

Despite initial fumbling steps, the momentum picks up and is maintained throughout the movie. You get the usual spectacular scenes of things being blown up (and in the case of this movie, rather varied examples of folks committing suicide), but the movie holds its ground primarily because of the director's focus on the emotions and passions that drive the characters to do what they did.

And this characterisation is made all the more splendid by brilliant performances from the main actors. The focus, perhaps unsurprisingly, is on Hitler as he slowly loses his grip on both power and reality. Bruno Ganz gives the Fuhrer a human face as he struggles with the onset of Parkinson's, along with the gradual and belated realisation that his dreams and aspirations will come to naught, culminating in his preparation to take his own life. Hitler seems almost kindly at times - the grandfather you'd want your kids to play with - but Hitler the Fuhrer is an alltogether different prospect, and it's interesting to note one's own emotions as the characterisation is played on.




The other characters were equally well-played, from the wild Eva Braun who dances on tables and embraces the fall of the Empire with ciggarettes, alcohol and giggles (and a huge lack of insight) to Frau Goebbels, who methodically kills her children, since a world without National Socialism is apparently not worth living in.

History is written by the victors, as they say, and it's all too common for us to assume that everyone in WW2 Germany was a monsterous apparition with no touch of humanity. However, normal human beings can be cruel and merciless if they are blinded by their beliefs and the I think the choice of depicting Hitler as a human being was excellent. The fact that he was a cold, calculating human who knew the consequences of his actions is infinitely more frightening that the thought of him being a raving lunatic.

One of the reasons I enjoyed the movie was probably the fact that I love world history. This was probably evident back in secondary school where history was my fav subject, despite the fact that our history lessons were invariably the most boring sessions imaginable.

With no small amount of influence from EM, I've learnt and enjoyed a great deal about WW2. We used to have long discussions about it (I've got a soft spot for the Russians, and he's the resident expert on the Germans) but I've grown to admire the German military machine that would have easily won the war if it wasn't for the fact that Hitler decided to fight a campaign on two fronts. We should consider ourselves lucky that Hitler was as egotistical as he was - if his generals were left to their own devices, I'm pretty sure they would've been able to withstand everything that the Allied forces could throw at them. So it was pretty interesting being able to watch these characters you read about in books being brought to life, and the interpersonal r'ships that were ongoing were pretty close to witness' accounts.

Anyway, I'm glad I caught the movie. It was a relaxing way to counteract the rather pointless morning I had. For the first time in 4+ years of medical school, RH and I decided to go to the wards and examine patients with good signs. Unfortunately, the folks on our list were either missing, had absconded, sleeping or weren't too keen on being prodded. So much for good intentions.

At least I'm not having a bad a time as Tony Blair. As everyone knows by now, the Labour party won the elections, but their majority was slashed. And now he's facing calls to resign from his own MPs, and the show of solidarity with Gordon Brown during the election campaign seems more and more like a charade with his passing day, although nobody would die from shock with that bit of news. Brown's going to have to do something soon I guess, since the economy seems to be grinding to a halt, and if the economy's not doing well, the Chancellor ain't gonna be looking too good either.

Had a blast in the evening though. A taste of Elly's tempe masak lemak made a few of us rather 'high' (with me being particular prone to bouts of extended laughter), and the game of 'Bluff' we played was also fun. Moral of the game? Don't mess with Elly! As Yus and I found out... Hahaha...Next weekend, there's a possibility of another BBQ since Zareen and gang have arrived, so that's something else to look forward too. Here's hoping the plans I have for this week (academic ones, that is) comes to fruition.

Thursday, May 05, 2005

Narrow margins

Came across a letter in M'kini which which a response to a line in my previous letter. I had written something along the lines of 'I've heard lots of ceramahs in mosques that had PAS' ideology written all over them', and the writer stated that that's not possible 'cause the gov has ruthlessly clamped down on PAS sympathisers, and that the reason I think this way is 'cause PAS' ideology is Islamic ideology and vice versa.

Unsurprisingly, I found myself shaking my head and wanting to reply but I figured that I might as well spend some time writing in my blog instead of writing more letters to M'kini. (I can imagine Sweetie almost nodding her head in approval). With respect to that reply,

1. I have a huge problem with folks who write letters/give comments and hide behind pseudonyms. Pantang datuk nenek etc.

2. PAS is not Islam and Islam is not PAS. It's a pity that the whole point of my letter (i.e. there are many interpretations of Islam and that we shouldn't be shackled by dogma) seems to have been missed.

3. And belief you me, there certainly are mosques which are quite blatant with respect to their political leanings. Which brings me to the point of having separate mosques for UMNO and PAS supporters - in which planet is that supposed to be Islamic?

Anyway,

Liverpool defeated Chealsea to reach the finals of the Champions' League for the first time in 14 years (I think). Just goes to show that a lot of passion and self-belief can go a long way in countering a team which has been flushed with a lot of money. Oh, and having a controversial decision to award you a goal helps as well. Last night though, Milan went over to Holland to play PSV, with a 2-0 lead at hand. And what happened?

'We are very lucky to be in the finals'.

Those were the words of Carlos Ancelotti, AC Milan's coach, after Ambrosini's stoppage-time goal allowed them to draw with PSV on aggregate, but it was enough to help them get through to the finals on the 'away-goal' rule.

Unfortunately, I missed the match (M'brough doesn't provide Sky Sports 1), but manage to catch the highlights and I must admit, my fears of Milan repeating their lackadaisical display (and subsequent defeat) against Deportivo last season almost came into fruition. PSV made Milan look pretty ordinary, and the fact that they scored 3 goals against the best defence in Europe is more than merely impressive. Hiddink's team played at a high tempo, closed down quickly and denied their opponents the space in which to hit comfortable passes or control the game, and this will be delightful news to Liverpool. After all, prior to this match, the myth of Milan's invulnerability was reaching new heights.

Naturally, I'm more than delighted that two of my favourite teams are in the finals. It also takes the pain away of watching Newcastle self-destruct this season, but that's a different story altogether. Part of me wouldn't mind if Liverpool wins in Istanbul (I've got a soft spot for underdogs, plus they've been a totally different team when playing in Europe - if they can handle Juve, they should be able to handle Milan as well) but as usual, I'm hoping for a Milan victory. Hopefully this near-defeat to PSV will jolt them out of any slumbering over-confidence, and bring out the best in the team come May 25th.

Speaking of narrow margins of victory, the electorate has been out to the polls today and early indicators reveal a nod towards Labour winning the election for a historic 3rd time in a row. Although every single poll has pointed towards this trend, we won't actually know for certain until tonight. After all, the attitudes and apathy of the electorate isn't something that can be predicted with a huge amount of certainty prior to election day itself.

I'm expecting Labour to repeat its victory, but with a smaller majority. At least I hope that that will be the case. Right up 'till last night, I wasn't sure if I was going to vote for them or the Lib Dems, with the Tories having been left out of the picture a long time ago (who did I vote for in the end? Adela...).

Watching 'Question Time' last Thursday (which featured all 3 party leaders answering questions from the public), it was easy to see the difference between the 3 individuals. Kennedy's passionate, but he lacks a flair for words and isn't as charismatic as Blair or Howard. For all his party's fault, Howard's a delight to listen to and his confidence (?denial) tends to be infectious at times. Blair on the other hand, seems harrassed and fed-up with having to defend his actions all the time, despite the fact that he's probably the best public-speaker among the lot.

At the end of the day, I think most people will think that Kennedy's the most trustworthy and principled of the lot, but they won't vote for him 'cause a) he lacks charisma and b) they haven't gotten it in their head that there really is a viable alternative to the status quo of either the Tories and Labour being in charge. And it's a pity, since although the brain might say one thing, the heart might say another and human beings at the end of the day are emotional creatures. Explains the popularity of charismatic if faulty leaders such as Anwar and Mat Sabu back home.

So, the best Kennedy can hope for is that his party will have its best showing ever, and I'm hoping that that will be the case as well, especially if it's at the expense of the Tories. I'm a Labour supporter at heart despite my misgivings about Blair being Bush's little poodle, and I won't be too disappointed if they win their 3rd term. After all, except for the whole Iraq fiasco, they've done a relatively good job of managing the country's economy and public services. One bright spot would be the fact that Blair has reiterated that he will not be serving the whole of his term if elected, and that could mean that another PM (?Brown) might step in and prove to be a character with sufficient balls to stand up to the States. This is assuming that Blair isn't lying again, of course.

Sunday, May 01, 2005

3s

Name 3 schools you went to
1) St.Andrew's, Muar
2) SRK King EdwardVII, Taiping
3) St.George's Institution, Taiping

Name 3 of your favorite vacations spot
1) Italy
2) KL
3) Pangkor

Name 3 things in your wallet
1) Passport pic of Sweetie
2) NUS card
3) Credit & Debit cards

Name 3 current favorite songs
1) Be Yourself - Audioslave
2) Shower Your Love - Kula Shaker
3) Night Swimming - REM

Name 3 THINGS you love to do
1) chat with Sweetie
2) sleep
3) eat

Name 3 most valuable things
1) comic collection
2) the box underneath my bed that contains my personal stuff
3) songs in my iPod

Name 3 of your fav color
1) blue
2) black
3) silver

Name 3 recent expenses
1) Polo t shirt
2) Vanilla Cornetto
3) Superman/Batman #19

Name 3 goals in 2005
1) Get my MBBS
2) something confidential
3) save some cash

Name 3 plans for next two weeks
1) do more work (academic stuff, that is)
2) catch Downfall
3) eagerly await the arrival of Star Wars

3 people in your mind right now
1) Sweetie
2) Landlord (as in when is the idiot going to come and get his money)
3) RH's dad

3 things you're going to do in an hour
1) chat with Sweetie
2) eat a Penguin
3) sleep

3 things u do when you're sad
1) curse
2) cry
3) keep to myself

3 things you do when you're happy
1) sing
2) act weird. weirder than usual, that is
3) get small gifts/belanja makan

Bank Holiday Weekend

It's been a rather relaxing and long weekend, and that's a slight understatement. Was supposed to return to M'brough on Friday, but that plan had to be abandoned after Jo had a rather nasty surprise of discovering that her car's suspension was pretty, for want of a better word, fucked. So, I've been hanging around Newcastle since Weds night, and this being a May Day weekend, I'll only be going back tomorrow evening. Relaxing? Yes. Productive? Not really.

But I guess a little bit of relaxation is ok, as long as I follow it up with some proper work over the next week. Don't think tomorrow's going to be much different, since we (or rather the girls) have marinaded a whole lot of chicken and weather permitting, we'll be having our 2nd BBQ for the year. I'm pretty sure I just heard my tummy growling...

I guess the fact that the weather's pretty warm and conductive for long walks merely encourages us to go out more. Friday evening saw us exploring a fun fair and a playground, with CT and Elly especially going crazy. We went through the slides, swings and I guess it was a matter of unleashing the child within us. Admittedly, we felt a little better when other folks of our age were spotted playing at the playground as well. The whole nostalgic experience was accentuated by the showing of Critters last night, which was a movie that I remember watching avidly as a kid.

Chealsea's won the Premiership after 50 years. I can't say I'm ecstatic about it though. Although I have the utmost respect for Mourinho and I have to admit the team consists of some pretty good players, I can't agree with the principle of an oligarch taking his billions out of his resource-rich native country, and invest it elsewhere when the people of his country are suffering by the millions.