Saturday, January 31, 2015

Silver Screams vol. 1


Boys Don't Cry (1999)

Topics on homosexuality and transgenderalism are no strangers to our media culture. However, Boys Don't Cry by Kimberley Peirce set itself apart because while the central issue surrounding the film focuses primarily on the struggle of the lead's sexual identity in the face of conservative America's distaste and ignorance towards homosexuality, it more importantly depicts the contradicting emotions in love so poignantly that, as a viewer, it's hard not to relate with different facets of each character in the film. Love can inspire great courage. Love can evoke hatred when gone awry. Love can cause people to commit the most irrational of craziness - the paradoxical concept of love is illustrated in such a crude, albeit honest form in the movie that is sure to leave you with mixed emotions after watching it. 




Philadelphia (1993)

Yet another outstanding number by Tom Hanks. I've heard of this movie for the longest time, but for some reason never got around to watching it. And I am so glad that I finally did. The synopsis of the movie is basically how Beckett (Hanks), a homosexual lawyer of a prestigious firm, after being disclosed as an AIDS patient and homosexual, got fired by his homophobic superiors. To avenge for his honor, he decided to take his case to court, and this is where Miller (Denzel Washington) comes in, a homophobic lawyer whom Beckett came to for help. As the two worked side by side together, we not only see the two building a case together, while Miller eventually diminishing his initial repulsion towards homosexuals. The film is definitely a tear jerker as both leads take you on an emotional whirlwind through their sincere dialogues, and nuances that collectively demonstrate the notions of love, courage, and respect.



Sunday, November 30, 2014

Photo Diary No.1








Here's a little compilation of some of the pictures I took in the past couple of months. More pictures on my Tumblr.

現在開始我會定期的分享我日常拍得一些照片,希望我可以藉此好好的紀錄生活,不要渾渾噩噩過日子.

All Photos taken with Minolta SR 505 and Kodak Ultramax 

All rights reserved on original photos

November

This may or may not be something everyone can relate to, but from time to time, when things are going a little too smooth or easy for me, I can't help but to go into a state of obscure anxiety. I am guessing it's the pessimistic part of me that kicks in to ripple the much too peaceful situation as a reminder to myself not to get too comfortable, and that there's always an ominous connotation to peace that sublimely insinuates some sort of turbulence afterwards.


Jacket: Urban Outfitters 

Why I feel this way is a question I ponder on all too frequently, and the conclusion that I have come to so far is that - I feel this anxiety because the feeling of happiness only happened because of my luck. I was fortunate enough to be born into a good family, surrounded by people who love me, and enjoy the luxury to do what I love freely. These things alone just don't sit well with me because I didn't earn this happiness. The comfort I am able to live in wouldn't have been possible without my parents. The support I get when I've hit a rough patch wouldn't have been possible without my friends and family. What makes me deserving of all this love when there are kids on the streets because their folks loved their blunt and hooch a little too much? 




In the end, I know there is no rhyme or reason to a person's fortunate upbringing or vice versa. All I can do is make the best of all I am able to have, and utilize it to the best of its potential so that one day I'll be able to reciprocate somehow. Lately I've been pretty obsessed with Humans of New York's instagram. Sometimes when I'm bored I would just take a good few minutes perusing through the little stories on their feed. I find these stories of people you could possibly walk by everyday to be very fascinating. Because when we see people around us on the daily, we cannot help but sometimes think how these people can be so obliviously happy while you're going through some serious shit; and that is far from the case. It is all too common and easy for us to put on a face so that we can be perceived the way we want to present ourselves. Reading through HONY, in a way, really keeps me grounded by showing me that whatever I'm going through isn't one tenth as bad as someone else's. And that I can never be grateful enough for what made me who I am today.