TALK KOK.
"We need to think more critically about how democracy and good governance can be achieved together, rather than yield to the illusion that if people surrender their freedom, they will get peace, prosperity and justice in return."Really stunning statement, for someone who has always believed that prosperity is only possible with a sacrifice in personal freedom.
Nineteen Eighty-four is a genius, a masterpiece whatever. I regret putting it off for so long, always treating it as another cliche in the book lists. George Orwell now holds the place as my most respected author, because of his integrity and brilliance.
For those who believed that Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-four was a failure because of the success of Animal Farm, I absolutely disagree with it. Animal farm was pure, as the original New York Times Review of 1984 put it, mechanical allegory. It was a situation for situation transfer of situations. 1984 was a mark of fiction; exploring the abominations of totalitarianism and what society could transform into. It was challenge to the current system; a voice of social concern.
Big Brother, however much drawn as a parallel to Stalin, I believe, was not Stalin. Big Brother was a representative of the party, because a human figure was always easier to identify with than a "party". The party had conjured up this image as propaganda toward the people (although now even the use of the word propaganda seems shallow because we know what really happened was far worst than that).
Nineteen Eighty-four was a social warning, and damn well it has served its purpose.
For those who believed that Orwell's Nineteen Eighty-four was a failure because of the success of Animal Farm, I absolutely disagree with it. Animal farm was pure, as the original New York Times Review of 1984 put it, mechanical allegory. It was a situation for situation transfer of situations. 1984 was a mark of fiction; exploring the abominations of totalitarianism and what society could transform into. It was challenge to the current system; a voice of social concern.
Big Brother, however much drawn as a parallel to Stalin, I believe, was not Stalin. Big Brother was a representative of the party, because a human figure was always easier to identify with than a "party". The party had conjured up this image as propaganda toward the people (although now even the use of the word propaganda seems shallow because we know what really happened was far worst than that).
Nineteen Eighty-four was a social warning, and damn well it has served its purpose.
I just slept for whopping two and a half hours- from seven to nine thirty. I have that dreamy post-sleep-like state right now. It's kinda cool but kinda stupid at the same time, cuz I really can't think coherently (seriously). The post-sleep-state is also lasting longer than usual, after sleeping I just sat up and stared into space. Maybe my great grand daddy was a starfish.
You know you're getting old when a ten year old adds you on facebook. Ten year olds don't use facebook! Ten year olds don't even come online! Six mere years have passed and I am already feeling the heat of generation disparity. This might be more nightmarish than I had prepared myself for.
Can any more hyped up Desperate Housewives person scream in agony! WHO IS SUSAN'S NEW HONEY! Like seriously the writers can't do this to us! And we have to wait till, like what, SEPTEMBER? To find out?! This is ridiculous! I think we should sue ABC!
Okay I can't believed I actually typed a blog entry. No one's gonna read this anyway so yea I better *sobs* do Chinese Ten Year Series. It sucks to be 16.
(If I sound radically different from usual, I blame the starfish gene!)
You know you're getting old when a ten year old adds you on facebook. Ten year olds don't use facebook! Ten year olds don't even come online! Six mere years have passed and I am already feeling the heat of generation disparity. This might be more nightmarish than I had prepared myself for.
Can any more hyped up Desperate Housewives person scream in agony! WHO IS SUSAN'S NEW HONEY! Like seriously the writers can't do this to us! And we have to wait till, like what, SEPTEMBER? To find out?! This is ridiculous! I think we should sue ABC!
Okay I can't believed I actually typed a blog entry. No one's gonna read this anyway so yea I better *sobs* do Chinese Ten Year Series. It sucks to be 16.
(If I sound radically different from usual, I blame the starfish gene!)
I watched the Kite Runner today, the silver screen adaptation to the world's fiction darling. It definitely spares the viewer a lot of heart-pain- the omission of Sohrab's attempted suicide, the worry of whether American adoption agencies will approve of his adoption, the difficulties of Amir's publication et cetera et cetera. But it does introduce a lot of spine chilling shit-ass crap as well- stoning in Shri'a, the fight between Assef and Amir and the fucking ball thing in Assef's eye. Like. Right. In. His. Eye. He was bleeding and I was just going shit shit shit shit.
But watching in on screen has brought many new revelations towards why Hosseini crafted such an ending. Emotional aspects of the work aside, The Kite Runner really embodies the fate of Afghanistan herself. Sohrab represents the little hope (that's hard to kill, yes) we have in Afghanistan. His autism and inability to connect with others is really the embodiment of Taliban-ruled Afghanis. And the mad rush of climaxes towards the procurement of Sohrab really is about Afghanistan's horrible dealing of cards. The war with the democratic republicans, then the communists, then the Taliban. This is just the 20th Century. Ancient history has shown this country in constant turmoil.
My friend walked on me while watching the film and immediately mentioned that all the men looked like Osama Bin Laden. Maybe we need a shift in perspective; shift in views. Maybe we all need a time-out. Pray for Afghanistan, because there nothing more left to do.
But watching in on screen has brought many new revelations towards why Hosseini crafted such an ending. Emotional aspects of the work aside, The Kite Runner really embodies the fate of Afghanistan herself. Sohrab represents the little hope (that's hard to kill, yes) we have in Afghanistan. His autism and inability to connect with others is really the embodiment of Taliban-ruled Afghanis. And the mad rush of climaxes towards the procurement of Sohrab really is about Afghanistan's horrible dealing of cards. The war with the democratic republicans, then the communists, then the Taliban. This is just the 20th Century. Ancient history has shown this country in constant turmoil.
My friend walked on me while watching the film and immediately mentioned that all the men looked like Osama Bin Laden. Maybe we need a shift in perspective; shift in views. Maybe we all need a time-out. Pray for Afghanistan, because there nothing more left to do.
The only real adidas stuff my Dad has are all from the eighties. Maybe, just maybe, the allure of brands and glam fade with age.
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