Surreal Unreal
I've been to a few of the so-called popular local blogs recently.
Most of the time, these blogs documents the lives of the owner. In a very commercial way. As in... when you read their blogs, it's like watching a tv variety show... things look bright and shiny, beautiful, glamourous, sophisticated...
To the point of perfection. Unreal. Not so much of surreal. It's the kind of things people wish they could be, the kinda things people like to see, the perfect, shiny fantasies.
Then you look at blogs like mine. We wonder what the world has become, questions social issues and our own contradictions. We lament, we thew in the towel at certain times. We feel happy when a friend is cheered up. And not forgetting the times when we fall into the deep valleys of grief, depression and sadness.
It's something like movie-watching. Commercial movies appeal to the mass, plainly because, they project the better, the perfect, the worry-free, problem-free life that everyone fantasizes about but will never have. People like to watch them cos it probably provide a relief from the harsh reality of their lives.
Then there are arthouse movies and the few biopics that goes all out to show you that life is not perfect. The masses avoid them because they do not need reminders of their own pathetic and sad life. To them, life is suppose to be shiny and perfect. To the sad parts, they cast their eyes away.
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I like to indulge myself in an arthouse or biopic movie or two sometimes. Love them cos they are lives about real people, things real people do. It's just me, I guess. Sometimes I seek solace in living out the stories of others, walking through them and tasting the pain. Sometimes, these are short-cuts to real life encounters that later happened in my life. And having walk through them in the movies, I guess I have a better way of handling them compared to others. At times, it helped me to understand pains that I may never be able, or have the opportunity, to understand.
Why this sudden chim talk?
Well, I just feel that I am living in a territory where it's inhibitants are indifferent to the essence of real life living. Nothing wrong, it's just well.. an observation.
Most of the time, these blogs documents the lives of the owner. In a very commercial way. As in... when you read their blogs, it's like watching a tv variety show... things look bright and shiny, beautiful, glamourous, sophisticated...
To the point of perfection. Unreal. Not so much of surreal. It's the kind of things people wish they could be, the kinda things people like to see, the perfect, shiny fantasies.
Then you look at blogs like mine. We wonder what the world has become, questions social issues and our own contradictions. We lament, we thew in the towel at certain times. We feel happy when a friend is cheered up. And not forgetting the times when we fall into the deep valleys of grief, depression and sadness.
It's something like movie-watching. Commercial movies appeal to the mass, plainly because, they project the better, the perfect, the worry-free, problem-free life that everyone fantasizes about but will never have. People like to watch them cos it probably provide a relief from the harsh reality of their lives.
Then there are arthouse movies and the few biopics that goes all out to show you that life is not perfect. The masses avoid them because they do not need reminders of their own pathetic and sad life. To them, life is suppose to be shiny and perfect. To the sad parts, they cast their eyes away.
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I like to indulge myself in an arthouse or biopic movie or two sometimes. Love them cos they are lives about real people, things real people do. It's just me, I guess. Sometimes I seek solace in living out the stories of others, walking through them and tasting the pain. Sometimes, these are short-cuts to real life encounters that later happened in my life. And having walk through them in the movies, I guess I have a better way of handling them compared to others. At times, it helped me to understand pains that I may never be able, or have the opportunity, to understand.
Why this sudden chim talk?
Well, I just feel that I am living in a territory where it's inhibitants are indifferent to the essence of real life living. Nothing wrong, it's just well.. an observation.
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