I was on the bus today, wondering what I wanted to do with my life. I knew why I wasn’t sure about my goals yet – most likely because I haven’t seen the multitude of possibilities the world has to offer.
I came to the conclusion that travel must be the solution! Why is it such a well-loved pastime? Of course, because it’s about learning: new experiences, new friends, new passions. And passion should guide us in our goal-making endeavours, right? I’m hoping my summer trip to Europe will inspire me to give my life direction – and provide more writing material!
This picture is supposed to be symbolic for travel. Nah just kidding. I just used it because it’s, like, license-free.
So I’m all for equality in representation of all races in media: as I have mentioned before, the media is extremely influential in shaping our views – more influential than many give credit for.
But I say accusing Cloud Atlas of whitewashing/yellow-face is a ignorant overreaction.
Firstly, there is a mix of races in the cast: white, black and asian. You’ll be hard-pressed to find a cast with any leading asians at all, suggesting that the Cloud Atlas casting team might not be ‘racist’.
Next: fine, some asian characters are white people dressing as asians – but there are asians playing white characters too! This shows that there must have been some reason to the race makeup, that emphasizes the deeper meaning of the story.
What is that deeper meaning? Well, in Cloud Atlas, the characters all portrayed by one actor generally have the same roles in each plot (e.g. Hugo Weaving was ‘the bad guy’ in every story, and Halle Berry was always the hero, or the romantic couples in each story are played by the same actors). This taps into the major theme of reincarnation in Cloud Atlas, showing that one soul can take many forms through its lifetimes, despite gender – or race.
So to all those critics, try to put things into perspective and fully understand the movie, before labeling the movie as ‘offensive’ just because the actors get to dress up as other races.
Click on the picture for the full infographic! All credit goes to KC-Eazyworld, whose site you will be directed to.
Is it important to develop skills in doing what we love, or skills that will make us well rounded as we do at school?
I still can’t decide whether school really benefits us.
I’ve often wondered if we’re wasting our youth on learning to do things that we are told do, not finding out what we want to do by ourselves. Instead of having time to figure ourselves out we are asked to spend our time training to make money for other people.
Is this why so many people are unhappy today? Because they didn’t have the space to dream?
Here is the famous TEDTalks video on this topic; if you haven’t seen it already I highly recommend it:
My love-bunny (no, I don’t actually call him that IRL) was upset today because he’s worried about his grades and the expectations of his parents. Naturally it got my cogs running again and I thought “Oh! Another topic for my daily rambling”. Haha. Well what do you think: school = good, or bad?
A few months ago, Intel and W Hotels launch a promotional campaign: Four stories were picked from a scriptwriting competition to be turned into short films. These short films were promoted via film festivals and YouTube and are collectively known as ‘Four Stories’. Here is a response to my favourite of the four. It is called Modern/Love.
I have an obsession with love, travel and adventure. Modern/Love contains it all.
The storyline is developed, easy to understand and woven together very neatly.
The characters are likeable and relatable – being from different cultures* gives the film an inclusive vibe and a global spin.
The cinematography is ethereal, like a golden daydream has been stolen and turned into film. The music only strengthens the fantasy-like atmosphere.
The fact that in just nine minutes the story is full and satisfying suggests that I can liken it to chocolate cake. And anything that can be likened to chocolate cake is good.
*and meeting up in another country!
The 10 minute film can be viewed below. Enjoy!
I’d like to think that the place where I live would be quite pretty, especially if it was unmarred by urbanisation.
My house directly faces a stream, which trickles over the rocks and is bordered by a neatly trimmed hedge. On some days, the sunlight bounces off the water and makes our house glow. On some summer nights, fireflies glint amongst the rushes. Right across the stream is a tree with wide, spreading branches, seeming as though it would like to hug our house. Behind that is a small farm, and beyond that – as the Water Rat from ‘A Wind in the Willows’ said – is the Wild Wood.
The Wide World doesn’t keep its distance though. The city I live in is constantly under ‘development’. Concrete mixtures ooze out from noisy trucks – down go the trees, up come the houses; they keep trying to cut down the poor tree in front of our house, but we’ve always managed to stop them. And the dirt goes into the river. Construction workers’ boots, bags of unused plastic powder, rocks, bricks, plastic cups, cutlery and cartons – the list goes on.
Do we move out, or put up a fight? We can’t keep running, can we? But how do we stop them? How can we tell them that we deserve to live in a beautiful world, that money is not as important?
Ok, so the streams down below but I can’t find I picture of it. Some other time; I’m not the best photographer anyway!
Last month, half a million protestors marched to Washington to protest abortion. This engaged a lot of discussion amongst my friends who hold vastly different views.
On one end: isn’t it murder to abort a child? Shouldn’t all life be valued? What if the baby becomes someone great? Doesn’t the child to live?
On the other end: Isn’t it a mother’s choice? It’s her womb, isn’t it? What if the baby poses a threat to her life? Or she can’t support the baby? In fact, is an unborn baby even considered ‘alive’?
What do you think about the pro-life activists?
I myself do support one of these stances and will elaborate on it in a following post.
I’ve always been interested in how culture develops, so when I heard about this, I thought it was worth a mention.
When a Hindu woman is married, she wears red bangles on their wrists (chooda), a golden necklace (manglesutra), and the red marking applied across the crown of the head to indicate her married status (sindoor).
Interestingly, married Muslim females have caught on to these Hindu traditions, and it’s becoming more common to see a woman in a burqa wearing bright red bangles!
This may be a reason why India is fascinating. Bursting with cultural variety, once distinct, perhaps conflicting cultures now dance together and grow together, affecting one another because of their close proximity. This has global implications – now that globalisation has led to more international and less traditional ways of thinking, how will our cultures grow and develop together?
Don’t talk to her instead of me. Don’t walk away. Don’t even look at her.
I’m the special one. You’re meant to only spend time with me. When you don’t, I want to push you away. You can’t get too close. Get too close and you can hurt me.
You told me you had a dream about me. Oh, you dreamed about her too? But I’m special, aren’t I? She and I aren’t too similar, are we?
Only I’ll never tell you what I think. I hate telling people how I feel. I’ll never let you know what I feel.