Saturday, July 24, 2010

Fighter: A Poem

Another one I wrote, at home this time. :)


Beaten down and broken
About to come undone
Abandoned by my brethren
I lie among the fallen
And see the lights of heaven.

My strength will never falter
My resolve will never waver
My will shall be my armour
For I am a fighter, ready as ever
In the face of the enemy, never will I quiver.

As I begin to fade
I am not afraid
Then I ask myself
What do I have to live for?
So much, I cannot ignore.

Hope and faith
They live in me like wraiths
They keep me going when all is lost
Yet never let go when I know I should
They are my greatest allies in whatever I do
But at the same time, my greatest enemies, too.

"Let go, surrender," says one
"Keep holding on," the other whispers
"You are spent, gone and done
Death, you cannot outrun,"
Hisses one.

"But," says the other
"You are a fighter
You cannot give up
Finish this fight
It is your birthright
Rise, unflinching warrior
The battle lies yonder."

I turn away, and run from the lights
To burning cities, unfinished fights
The bitter foe, a blight I must smite
For I am a fighter, fearless as a knight
A battle ignites, with the enemy in my sights

This one perhaps best exemplifies what I strive to be: a fighter in everything I do. Indeed, hope and faith are my greatest allies, but also my greatest enemies at the same time, too. A blessing and a curse, but one that is imperative for survival in this harsh world.

Monday, July 12, 2010

Why "The Notebook" sucks

Just watched The Notebook last Saturday. I'd heard a lot from people that it's really good, they all cried watching it and whatnot, so since it was on TV I decided to watch it and see what the fuss was all about.

Guess what.

It sucks. Balls.

It was ridiculously unrealistic; honestly, who in their right mind waits 7 freaking years for someone? And when you're young and stupid, you don't know what that silly thing called love is; relationships don't last very long and moreover, aren't deep at that age, even more so when there's a huge distance between the two.

In reality, if two people were to have a summer romance, then part ways after that, and not have any contact whatsoever with each other over 7 years, surely they would have moved on, if not forgotten about them?

The two lovebirds claimed that "what [we] had was real."

Yeah, real my ass. Like the two of them, at that age, would know what real love is. Like love at first sight even exists in the first place. Consumed by passion and nothing more, that was really all they had.

If the movie was being realistic, then when Allie went back to Seabrook to visit Noah, she would've just found out that even though it really wasn't over at that time, and he really did write to her, except her mother kept the letters from her, she's moved on and is about to get married to someone else. At the most, they would've remained good friends, knowing that they once shared something.

But that wouldn't make for the soppy, formulaic, romantic movie that's bound to rake in millions and bring girls to the cinema in droves and have them leave in tears, now would it?

Hollywood blatantly exploits the emotional powerhouses of the female demographic, sacrificing quality for monetary gain. And that's why I like indie/arthouse movies better than a lot of mainstream commercial movies. Sure, I don't mind the occasional mindless shoot-'em-up action movie (as long as there's a comprehensible plot and awesome effects :P), I enjoy some thrillers, sci-fi, fantasy, even the occasional drama, and I adore the 'not-exactly-old' classics that I grew up with watching over and over again countless times...........but romance? I reckon that's the one genre Hollywood does badly. There are of course, a few exceptions, such as Casablanca, but really, Hollywood still has a long way to go in perfecting the art of the genre.

Hey, let's not forget that The Notebook was based on a novel, by that ever-popular romance writer Nicholas Sparks, author of fellow weepies Dear John, A Walk to Remember, Nights in Rodanthe, etc, etc. But check this out (click on it for a larger view):

Seems the writing world has a long way to go too. Don't say I didn't tell you so. :)

Credit for the picture goes to :)

Wednesday, July 07, 2010


Fame. Is it a blessing, or a curse?

When the word 'fame' comes to mind, so do images of cameras flashing and almost blinding you, fans screaming, journalists clamouring for a word or two, paparazzi stalking you, walking down red carpets, talk show interviews on TV, your face on the cover of magazines, and so much more. You can't ask for more than that, can you?

But with every bright side, comes the dark side.

The dark side of fame is a trap that far too many famous people fall into. From descents into drugs, alcoholism and attempted suicides, they're all to try and grab the attention of a media that is no longer interested in them. But why?

Once you have fame, you can never get enough of it.

In other words, fame is a like a lethal drug. It can bring some high moments, but it can also drag you down into crushing depths of despair. Famous people who've managed to avoid controversy that could bring them into the limelight have so far avoided the dark side of fame and have managed to be famous only for the right reasons. But those who are nearing the end of their fame desperately cling on to it, and turn to its dark side in the hope that it can bring them back into the limelight once more, only to fail most of the time. Clearly, fame's an addictive drug. But sadly, there's no cure for it.