Sunday, 27 April 2008

•     I learned something during the past few days. I learned the art of wasting away three and a half hours of your life. There are many variations to it. Among the top few are spacing out in the car envisioning life as a policeman by day and flasher by night and confining yourself in a room reading mangas and political blogs. But the number 1 spot which is guaranteed to make you feel like a half naked loser for the rest of your miserable life is watching both Forbidden Kingdom and Kung Fu Dunk.  
  
      Since a permanent scar is engraved upon me, I shall give heed to those who were blessed unknowingly with the eyes that is untainted by the clutches of Satan. I actually felt the limited intelligence that i posses dissolve slowly into the silver screen. I may be a tad too harsh, but with Jackie Chan and Jet li in scope, my expectations were sky high.
  
      Not as high as the heights of which players in Kung Fu Dunk were able to elevate of course. People flying aimlessly above the court and draining hoops from 60 meters with their eyes close are not my kinda thing. The only person who is able to pull of something of that caliber would be Stephen Chow. Imitating his works will only pass off as a cheap reject. The consolation was that i was able to drag some friends along with me. At least I'm not the only sucker around.
  
     However, something else did cross my mind during the entire ordeal. What defines the criterias to be deemed ugly or beautiful? ugly or fashionable? ugly or stupid? Somewhat random i know, but it just crossed my mind.
  
      Whoever came up with the idea that flat noses and small eyes are the rejects of society? My guess is that in this commercialized world, the media has successfully brain washed everyone to believe whatever it is they want you to believe. It has reached a stage where it becomes a fundamental rule that we must abide to the laws governed by the fashion gurus of our era to deem what fabric ' enhances' or ' mortifies ' your outward appearance.
  
      While awaiting our fated doom outside the courts of the cinema, something caught my attention. A group of chinese teenagers loitering the corridors of the washrooms. One of them in particular stood out from the rest.
  
      He stood at approximately 5 ft 9. He was clad in a pair of black skinny carrot cut jeans. Dangling from his pockets were what appeared to be gold plated metal rings that resembled the logo of the olympics. For his top, he wore a very eye catching shirt with dragon symbols emblazoned upon it. There was also the blue striped tie and what looked to me like a kevlar vest. I don't know what the vest was for, but I'm assuming that his chest was cold and his arms wasn't. I don't remember what shoes he was wearing though. My eyes were to caught up with the dragons and the rings.
  
      I tried to classify the look he was trying to portray but it was neither gothic nor disco nor anything that i know off. But I'm assuming it's something fresh off the rack cause he was carrying himself with such intense confidence. He exuded an aura that demanded your attention. Just imagine his friends to be adorned in something slightly milder than his apparel.
  
      Ugly or fashionable? I dare not pass judgement as i forfeited that right some years ago when i wore a particular jacket out in public a number of times. The same jacket that was owned by two girl schoolmates who kindly educated me that not all jackets are unisexual by nature. I keep the ashes of the jacket as a reminder than i am human and humans do make mistakes in life. Yet, an unwieldly yearn from within shouts out ' UGLY ' while i fight to restrain myself of a sudden urge to pummel him into the ground.
  
       It sucks to know that the media holds an influence on your judgement based on appearance. Maybe someday i will learn to embrace the cliche'd phrase ' Beauty is in the eye of the beholder '. Maybe, just maybe.
  
  

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