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I was with my SCS section mates yesterday at Marina Square to watch a movie. We reached at around 12PM and we chose the 7PM slot for SuckSeed. 7 hours to burn there =.=
It wasn't that bad though, quite fun spending time sitting at Starbucks playing Monopoly on an iPad and watching Happy Tree Friends.
The movie was comical, and I liked it a lot, but there are some stuff reflected there that's not very healthy (when Koong tried to express himself to Ern with a copy-paste song), but which reflects the current state of human relations--we don't even bother to try express ourselves in our own words anymore.
We think that simply showing another person a song would reflect what we feel about that person. We think that it's better to stick to the tried-and-true path, that if a song is popular enough, we can use it. We leave our speech in the hands of composers and lyricists.
We become one in many. And soon enough we can only cut and paste whatever is on TV or in songs, and we become predictable because we'd lose our own nuances in whichever language it is we're trying to express ourselves in. I think that'd be a most deplorable state. I have nothing good to say about people who quote others excessively, and I can never bring myself to respect someone who can only spam songs in the hopes that whoever is on the other side would get what he/she is trying to convey with the spammed songs.
We forget to be sincere.
On an entirely different note, I was at the event just now, and the atmosphere damn one kind. You can see the classic otaku type at the event--men who've never seen the daylight for ages, haven't had a proper haircut for months, and fat. I was quite embarrassed being thrown into that lot, and the last time I checked, I don't understand Japanese, so I felt like I was burning throughout the event. It was quite enjoyable and she was quite cute and animated (typical Japanese I guess), so time passed quite quickly.
That, or the event ended really fast, which was the case (20 mins).
I might morph into a fanboy, but thankfully I don't understand Japanese so I have this natural barrier against falling in love with random girls who'd never look upon me as nothing more than statistics.
To show that I've been there done that, here are pictures that I took:
I'm finally booking into a new place tomorrow. I can't help but be slightly excited, because this is after all a totally new environment--from using the small bite-sized SAR 21 to handling the bigger guns otherwise known as cannons. I'm really glad to get out of infantry though. If artillery is the king of the battlefield then all the infantry men would be our sluts.
The army should never play with gender because dicks like me will remain dicks. I hope they give us like...2 hours to unpack our stuff. Machiam check into hotel like that. Even better if they give us free and easy.
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-- 9/06/2011 10:13:00 PM