Monday, June 08, 2009

21 guns

Damn you, Green Day.

Do you know what's worth fighting for
When it's not worth dying for
Does it take your breath away
And you feel yourself suffocating

Does the pain weigh out the pride
And you look for a place to hide
Did someone break your heart inside
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I

When you're at the end of the road
And you lost all sense of control
And your thoughts have taken their toll
When your mind breaks the spirit of your soul

Your faith walks on broken glass
And the hangover doesn't pass
Nothing's ever built to last
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I

Did you try to live on your own
When you burned down the house and home
Did you stand too close to the fire
Like a liar looking for forgiveness from a stone

When it's time to live and let die
And you can't get another try
Something inside this heart has died
You're in ruins

One, 21 guns
Lay down your arms
Give up the fight
One, 21 guns
Throw up your arms into the sky
You and I (Green Day)



Had a 'slack' weekend which saw me at Vivo watching Man On Wire after work on Saturday. Met Meiling in town for late lunch and then headed back to AMK Hub to catch Dance Subaru.

I prefer the former as I felt Dance Subaru was a tad tedious and yet, incomplete. I love dance movies (as predictable as they are) but I really hate those who try to kid the audience into believing that they are more than a dance movie. Okay, Dance Subaru is not THAT bad but...you know...it's not that good either. Dance Subaru is a manipulative emotional blackmail. Most Japanese films are :(

But Man On Wire was ...wow. Artistic and damn beautiful. Cinematography-wise, the director blended interviews, archival footages and re-enactments brilliantly. The sight of Phillipe Petit on the tightrope between NYC's Twin Towers was poetic. We'll never see such a thing again. Literally. It's documentary meets film noir. Gorgeous and inspiring. We all need to chase our dreams.

What is mine, again?



Artistic.
Simple premise.
Straight to the point plot.
Drama and action at the same time.



Sunday saw me get up early (and I meant EARLY) and I hit the pools, determined to be out of the place by noon to beat the scorch of a weather. Got home after lunch and I was pretty much dead the whole of Sunday afternoon...waking up at sun down to catch a bit of TV. Nothing much but that's how I liked it, I guess. The weather, which took a rainy turn, was a nice respite.

Anyway, the mother told me that the auntie was given 2-3 more years to live. The doctor said the same thing about her 3-4 years ago but somehow, maybe, this time it's for real. I dont know and I dont want to know.


Mother: Doctor said 2 to 3 more years.
Ed: Oh..okay.
Mother: Don't you want to get married?
Ed: Huh?
Mother: Don't you want to get married while your auntie is still alive?
Ed: (pointed to Ben Stiller on TV) Haha..stupid man!



What can I say anyway?


P/S: To me, it's really so simple, that life should be lived on the edge. You have to exercise rebellion. To refuse to tape yourself to the rules, to refuse your own success, to refuse to repeat yourself, to see every day, every year, every idea as a true challenge. Then you will live your life on the tightrope (Petit 2008, Man On Wire)


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