L'Arc En Ciel World Tour - Singapore

Tonight, I had my first ever emergency concert. Yes it sounds funny, but it happened regardless. A friend called me and said hey she's got tickets for the L'Arc En Ciel concert. Omg? OMG! Wait wha... Ok well it's easily the first time a call came in saying that I had a chance to pop over to a 20th anniversary one-night-only concert by a band that I kinda like and it's in 2 hours. Sweet. Couldn't say no anyway. The concert itself went off with a bang, quite literally. The band played their songs one after another, with pauses in between but nothing too major. The songs were sufficiently familiar that the audience could easily sing along. Things were a bit too loud for me (as usual) and I was mildly disappointed that the audio guy let the speakers distort during some parts of the songs. Sometimes it pays not to max the sound system out. Regardless the soreness in my ears and dazzle to my eyes, I did have a whale of a time and certainly did not regret attending. As usual, Hyde's being his cute charming ageless self, raising the temperatures of a goodly number of people with his mere presence. Lovely. I find that I have the annoying inability to appreciate things as they are. Throughout the concert, I couldn't help but notice how easily the audience was manipulated by cues from the band and the SFX crew. They even aped certain animations that were played during the intermission periods and generally worked with the performers. True, some may say that it is out of sport, but I think there's more than a little herd instinct thrown in. Regardless, people were certainly having fun and I guess that's what really counts. Overall I'd say it was a right unforgettable experience, one that I actually appreciate. Sadly it'll live on exclusively in my memories, because there was no opportunity to photograph or film it. Or get someone's autograph or whatever. Not that I really mind. On a completely unrelated note, the lingering hollowness still haunts me. There's something that I need, and it still eludes me, keeping me from feeling truly happy.

Lockout

There are some movies that start strong and grow progressively worse towards the end. Lockout is one such movie. The premise of an orbital prison a'la futuristic Alcatraz is intriguing, and then as usual things go wrong, which necessitates the insertion of a special forces trooper to get the situation rectified. The movie starts strong, with a believable orbital prison, and strong characters that are distinctive and likeable. Well maybe not likeable by everyone but certainly very distinct. For moments there I thought I detected hints of Blade Runner, Mission Impossible and Half Life 2, which is generally indicative of fun times ahead. And the fun times kept going till it seems that the low budget production started running out of steam, rapidly careening into a rushed ending that is uncharacteristically disjointed. Unfortunately, really, and we were having such fine moments together. Overall there's not a lot to say. This show's an action flick about a hostage rescue by a single dude from a whole hostile prison population, with all that entails. Unfortunately, the rushed hind quarters and other miscellaneous foulups force me to give it a 5.5/10. It could've been so much better had they fleshed out the narrative in the right places, but it is what it is.

The Cabin In The Woods

Bunch of young people go into a cabin in the middle of the woods. Bad things happen and they start dying. If this sounds like the opening to a bad survival horror movie, you'd be right. However, the entire premise of Cabin is sufficiently unique that you'd probably be pleasantly surprised. Not to spoil anything, the movie certainly isn't your run of the mill survival horror. It is something of a huge elaborate conspiracy setup, whereby a bunch of kids are sent to a cabin in the woods, to face off against some classic horror movie monsters. And yes, the monsters are actually real. The movie manages to subvert a lot of the classic horror stereotypes in the context of a setup, where the common horror flick archetypes act the way they do because of manipulations by puppeteers in a command room somewhere. Given how novel the show's premise is, it's difficult to say much without spoiling the story, but suffice to say that I am greatly pleased by how they turned the genre on its head. You'd never see horror movies the same way again. What keeps this movie from true greatness is the pacing (which is a double edged sword), whereby the true premise of the story is only revealed right at the end. On one hand it keeps you guessing, but on the other it creates a niggling doubt that perhaps the reveal could've come earlier. Despite this, I am quite happy that for once, the story was designed from the start to get everyone killed. As many would know, I don't like people much, and it's awful nice to see blood spilled in gratuitous volumes while ensuring minimal survivability. It also helps that the show takes a turn that is a wee bit Portal at one point. Those who've played the game would understand. Regardless, I would say this movie has the makings of a cult classic and is nowhere near as cheesy as it may seem to be at first blush. It gets 8/10 from me.

Battleship

You sank my Battleship! A movie by Hasbro featuring the board game is something that perks my ears, because I played the game ages ago and I am greatly curious about how they might shoehorn the gameplay into a movie. If anything, I know that it is improbable to impossible, so I came to the movie fully expecting a funny flick. My expectations were met. An alien invasion comes to earth after signals were fired into space at another earthlike planet. As the premise goes, it's absolutely certain that a civilization capable of sending ships to visit us from some faraway planet is quite capable of kicking human butt. And they do. I especially like the highlight of the show, with the aliens and their weird chainsaw ball of doom. The story itself is fraught with more holes than my battleship had when it sank to the bottom of the ocean. The story is implausible from how the aliens were really quite incompetent for a race that flew all the way across space, to how they had the usual fragile central command based military systems and just how their weaponry works. And how the humans revived a particular ship to fight for them. Despite this, I love Hasbro for making the movie, as it's also full of Battleship references. To hint, it has a real battleship in the action scenes, real shelling of targets on a grid and actual pegs very much like what you see in the board game. And a little discussion on a frigate vs a battleship. Implausible aliens and apparently bad acting (I can't actually detect bad acting, unfortunately) aside, I think this movie is made primarily for kids and fans of the Battleship board game. In terms of story I'd give the movie a 2/10 for the sheer amount of plotholes, but 8/10 for managing to shoehorn key Battleship moments into an actual movie while preserving the look and feel of the boardgame brought to life by a dude very much like Michael Bay. Leave your logic at the door and enjoy the fireworks.

On Holy Ground

This will sound strange, but I do seem to discern a difference between holy ground and other normal spaces. Now, when someone mentions holy ground, people often think religious sites. That is a reasonable assumption, what with their being consecrated and all. However, that's not all the case. Religious spaces aren't necessarily holy ground.

I've been to many churches and temples, and each time I pass the threshold I just feel nothing. It's as if I've just walked into any other mall. At that point I thought well alright, so holy ground just feels like any other place. And then I step into some old churches, temples, cemeteries and the like and I get a whole other experience.

Stepping through onto true holy ground feels odd, to say the least. It's like stepping through a membrane to another space. For me it actually burns a little, but otherwise it's a pretty overwhelming feeling of peace and there's a certain awe to it. Hell it makes me feel as if I'd burst into flames if I accidentally touched some holy artifact there (I probably would, but don't want to put that to the test). I think the effect is noticeable by regular folk, as you'd see them speaking in hushed tones and basically acting reverent even though there is no religious authority figure around to dictate their conduct. It just seems to happen naturally.

I visited Naritasan temple over at Narita, Japan and I am pretty sure some of it is indeed holy ground. It has that very distinctive feeling, and it was only upon getting back did I realize that it was a temple for over 1000 years. Strangely, it's the places that are at least hundreds of years old that truly feel holy. Perhaps it is a factor of the time that people have spent earnestly worshipping at the site, or something of the sort. Regardless, it sometimes pains me to realize just how hollow modern religious sites can feel, being little different from a common mall or coffee shop.

Our Glorious Dead

I was at the Titanic exhibit today, and was slightly underwhelmed. I expected more from the exhibit, but I suppose the designers did what they could given the crazy space constraints around here. What struck me, however, was getting the boarding pass of a passenger who was actually aboard, and reading the person's life story in brief on the back.

Now, I wouldn't care about the John Smith who happened to be sitting right next to me on the metro, and really even if he told me a one liner about his life I just couldn't be arsed. Ordinarily, I believe a whole lot of people would agree with me. Yet, when it comes to a tragedy like the Titanic's sinking, suddenly everyone becomes a person of interest. I find it hypocritical. Just because we know the manner of a person's death doesn't make the person automatically interesting. In fact, it the voyeurism inherent in understanding a dead person's past that drives this sudden interest. By my definition, if you are only interested in a person after they're dead, it is a right fine example of hypocrisy.

Frankly, if a person proves to be uninteresting in life, I see little reason for their being interesting in death. Unfortunately, we seem to have set ourselves precedents for glorifying the dead, and strangely I seem to be relatively alone in seeing the irony of this. If we are to be interested in people, start while they're alive. Otherwise, let us not care at all.

Privacy

Sometimes I really do wonder at what social media brings people. On the surface, it allows mass interpersonal interactions to occur synchronously and asynchronously, thus bringing everyone together in one big happy family. Yet with technology, we can always be sure that every goodness is effectively a double edged sword, and social media is no exception.

As people have known for quite some time, social media like Facebook is a pretty good source of information for investigations. Those who are most connected to the social media have the most information on themselves out there. The most involved ones even provide live updates on their daily lives (not sure why I'd want to know that, but thanks anyway). With this information, friends can better understand other friends and law enforcement find this to be quite the boon as well. Unfortunately, stalkers can do exactly the same.

What worries me is the propensity of such lack of privacy to become habitual, in that people realize that they cannot avoid the breach without simultaneously cutting themselves off from the social stream. For many people, that is actually a very high price to pay. The problem here is that the value of privacy will go down as a result, and I foresee people not protecting their privacy as zealously as they previously would have. This is especially worrying, in that it brings us closer to a world without barriers for the common folk, but the walls remain in place for those in power...

Living With Inequality

Orwell raises a good point with inequality, in that one needs a frame of reference in order to understand that one's being oppressed in the first place. After watching Hunger Games, it also reminds me of how we live with gross inequality on a daily basis while being conditioned not to think overly much of it. Consider the fact that I am typing this on a rather high end machine that may be well over the annual income of another person out there. The inequality is right here before me, and before the one who happens to read this entry.

For those in richer urban environs, it is the sheer normalcy of everyday life that blinds us all to the struggles of others. For the desperately poor, the "normalcy" of everyday urban life is so far out of reach that the frame of reference cannot even exist. The other problems would be indoctrination, where each person is basically taught to accept ones' lot in life and by extension not seriously consider that of others. It blinds people as surely as Big Brothers' propaganda.

One of my friends commented that wow...in the Hunger Games, the rich folk of the higher districts live such ostentatiously rich lives in comparison to the drab poverty of the lower districts. I pointed out hey...that's precisely the life we're living, except we're the ones on top. It is indeed food for thought. For me, where there is an increase in wealth, the distribution should be as equitable as possible. This does not mean giving away what one rightfully earned, but to provide everyone equal opportunities to earn their own keep.

1984

I've taken to rereading Orwell's 1984 recently, and I've gained a new perspective on the matter. I remember reading it years ago and not quite getting it, because I didn't quite have an interest in the subject of how authoritarian systems work, and thus read it more like your average novel. After going through it in more detail this time, I've come to realize just how much thought went into the novel's creation, and how well Orwell actually understood authoritarianism. More interestingly, the concepts have stood the test of time disturbingly well and become quite prevalent in the recent years, albeit in a somewhat different form.

Interestingly, while Ingsoc in the book promises the equitable distribution of wealth while concentrating it amongst the select few, the capitalist system of today does the exact same thing while promising to increase the wealth of all. Where Ingsoc winds up brainwashing everyone into mindlessly accepting the system despite having to engage in doublethink, people in capitalist societies are made to accept this inequality simply because they are taught that there is no suitable substitute. People simply stop thinking about alternatives.

Given the general degeneration of democracy in today's world, the interconnectedness of the internet forcing people to think about how much of their information leaks all over the place and the omnipresence of monitoring devices, arguably the world of 1984 exists in a mutated form today. Media has become our panopticon, where citizens are being watched over by fellow citizens in a sort of self-inflicted thought police. Governments claim to be disadvantaged and disempowered by the internet, while using the same reasoning to increase their own control through heavily regulating media. And wealth distribution is extremely unequal. How, then, is this not 1984? Has Oceania truly always been at war?

Tiredness

I've come to realize that humans use "tiredness" as a rather generic term for a variety of drained states. That is, tiredness is used interchangeably to describe a state of sleepiness (lack of sleep), being drained (emotionally drained) or exhaustion (physical tiredness from activity). For me, the terms are independent, which means that one can be any number of the three at a time, or even all of the above. Unfortunately, the propensity to use the generic term irks me from its ambiguity.

The distinction is important to me, because there are different remedies for "tiredness". If one is sleepy, one sleeps. If one is tired, one merely rests. And if one is feeling down, one needs cheering up. The problem is when one doesn't distinguish between the problems and winds up using the wrong solution. That certainly does not improve the situation. As always, I figure that self-awareness is a big deal and it can certainly help improve one's well-being.