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Fragments of My Dreams

Fragments Of My Dreams Episode 8 – Six Kids

Fragment of my dream

I woke up, which ironically was exactly when I fell asleep in reality, and I was dressed in my dark executive suit, white shirt, with a pair of dark trousers.  Somehow, I knew today was supposed to be an important day.  There was this sense of anticipation as my front door open.  And I remembered.  Today was the day to meet my kids for the first time!  I had not had children before in my entire life.  And that truthful reality curiously extended into my dream.  I felt so excited.  My first time as a father!

As the shining light of the morning sun beamed into my house, I saw six children at my doorstep – a pair of girls in early teens, a pair of boys not older than 5, and two toddlers.  Vaguely in the background I saw a woman with a face I could not remember of.  6 kids!  That feeling was so overwhelming.  I was a dad!  For the first time!  A sudden sense of pride and responsibility descended upon me.  The feeling was so surreal, so in my face.

But, wait a minute.  Where did the kids come from?  Even in my ecstatic state I could not help but to analyse the situation using logic.  Even in my dreamy state I knew I could not have impregnated any of of past encounters that many times.  6 kids!  Where did you all come from?

I could have married a divorce, yes?  They could be from an orphanage, yes?  Or I could have inherited them from one of my friends or distant family, yes?  My frustration in finding an answer was overshadowed by my joy, the joy of being a dad to 6 kids.  I was a dad, can you believe it?!

I always thought I prefer girls but I found it hard to connect to my daughters.  They just didn’t want to talk to me.  Give it time, I thought to myself.  The pair of boys on the other hands readily accepted me as their dad.  They hugged me and demanded me to bath them every night, which was nice.  I did not have much recollection of the pair of toddlers.

Work had been crazy.  I was given this impossible task as a trainer to train the internal staff on the topic of … oh well, I didn’t even want to talk about it.  The bulletin had been circulated for a while and I doubted if there were many who would turn up.  And I was right.  The theatre was half occupied.  In my trembling voice, I greeted the audience and continued, “Today’s topic is …”  I paused, looked at the direction of my boss at the front row, and he mouthed the title of the training in a part encouraging part humiliating manner.  “… Functional Usage,” I continued.

Then I flashed the slides onto the big screen and there was a mathematical formula.  I stared at the formula as though it was the first time seeing it (and it was indeed the first time I saw it).  On the left of the equation looked like the time available to us individual in a daily fashion.  On the right was a whole list of components.  The first item being the time we had to set aside for the security measures against terrorism.  Ah, I saw the connection here.  It must be some sort of time management training course.  What century in the future was I at?!  That mankind had to set aside time to go through the security measures, daily?  How sad!  Once I grasped the essence of what the equation was about, I had this sudden dose of confidence and my consulting skill kicked in (apparently my skills in real life extends to my dreams as well).  I began to talk about terrorism and the need to better manage our time.

Speaking of time management, I had this longing to go home as soon as I could, to see my kids, especially my two boys.

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Diary My Favorite

It’s Scrabble Instead Of Mahjong

Scrabble on Chinese New Year

Don’t get me wrong.  I love the game of Mahjong.  Just that it is hard to find companions who are willing to play by score instead of money.  Play by score, you must be bewildered.  Yep, that was how we played the game of Mahjong back in my university days when students are (or were) still pure … and poor.

Now that my younger sister Lora has finally moved to Singapore and work and coincidentally I am not travelling during this period of time like I usually do, it was time for her first time ever visit to my home during Chinese New Year!  And to prepare for her (and her boyfriend Benny) grand arrival, I have to mobilize Cynthia and her mother to help cooking as well as to take care of the kitchen logistics.  I even set an alarm clock in the late afternoon to remind me to start preparing the dishes!

It was a piece of cake to entertain Benny.  I turned on my PC, showcased my new video card, and we were ooh and aah on the smoke, and fire, and water, and splashes of water on the game’s camera.  Geeks are the simple bunch to entertain.

Lora brought yet another new DVD production from my dad.  This time, my dad has converted some of our childhood photos into digital format and made it into a movie completed with Chinese music!  Erm … not sure if I was entirely thrilled to be honest.  You know how it feels when you see those pictures of your parents taken way before you were born and you go …. eeewww, so long time ago!  It was the same exact feel, except now it is the mini-me when I was still skinny, innocent, and … less handsome.  And we were watching these pictures of me, or rather us, in front of everybody.  OK, we had a good laugh.

But seriously, I do love my dad for making such a great effect in reliving our childhood and I am happy that I have such a great photographer as my dad.

My favorite part of the evening – besides chopping the steamed steamy chicken into pieces – was the group game activity.  In the house-of-not-many-choices, I asked Benny and Lora if they wanted to play Scrabble.  And they asked if I have other games.  We went through few other less attractive alternatives and I said, “Scrabble”.  Much like when I offer my guests drink and they would ask, “What drinks do you have?”  I would answer, “Water”.  They would ask, “What other drinks do you have?”  And I would answer, “Water”.

Since there were 5 of us, Benny and Lora formed one team, Cynthia and her mom formed another, and both teams were up against the almighty me, the king of Scrabble, the walking dictionary, the world champion … to-be, and the dude to beat.

The reality is … far from it.  I keep the score of every single game that has been played since the Christmas of 2000.  Last year, my friend TK – a buddy of mine whom till today I am still fighting for the worst-speller title with – beat both Cynthia and I with a score of 176, which by the way, I am still demanding a rematch.  In last night’s three-way competition, Benny and Lora has set a record score of 247!  That beat Cynthia’s record set in 2001 by 49 points when she was playing against her mom and I.  Cynthia and her mom took the 2nd place with a score of 196.  And the humble king of Scrabble took the last place with 187.

Yet another rematch crying out loud.

PS. Click onto the picture above to take a closer look at the game.

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Documentary Movie Reviews

This Film Is Not Yet Rated – Hard To Relate To

 

It is hard for me to relate to the magnitude of filmmakers’ disappointment after being handed a NC-17 rating in America (no children 17 and under admitted) when here in Singapore, we have the R21 rating (for above 21s). Nor do I necessarily agree with the proposition that rating should be given and can be appealed based on precedence because though I do not necessarily agree with the censorship here in Singapore, one thing I learned is that films should be rated based on the current tolerance of the society.

But if I could put myself into the shoes of an American independent filmmaker, I would certainly feel the frustration having to go against the MPAA’s film rating system (Motion Picture Association of America) that in general favors the big studios.  “This Film Is Not Yet Rated” attempts to uncover the mechanism behind this rating board.  The original cut was given a NC-17 rating and the new version – that is not yet rated – includes the appeal process undertook by the film director Kirby Dick.

Overlapping a set of at times entertaining and at times serious interviews is a rather interesting journal that documents how Kirby Dick hired a private investigator in an attempt to uncover the identities of the MPAA rating board members.  Some parts of the movie are entertaining such as when different movie clips are shown as an illustration on how inconsistent the rating system is.  Some commentaries are informative such as the topic of why violence is so much easier to obtain a non-NC-17 rating compare to sex.

Maybe I am secretly comparing “This Film Is Not Yet Rated” to my favorite documentary film “Bowling For Columbine” by Michael Moore (or even “Super Size Me”).  “This Film Is Not Yet Rated” seems to lack the depth and authority and probably not as funny as what some critics have mentioned.  While I wouldn’t go to the extend to say that it is a must-watch for those who are frequent movie goers (like some reviewers actually do), “This Film Is Not Yet Rated” is certainly a good starting point to understand how the MPAA rating system affects the mainstream Hollywood films that in turn may affect the American culture.

Is “This Film Is Not Yet Rated” going to change how films will be rated in America?  Only time can tell.

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Announcement

恭喜發財 – Gong Xi Fa Cai

恭喜發財

Instead of the usual wishing all my readers a prosperous Chinese New Year and a Happy Holiday message, this year I have picked a few rather unusual red couplets (揮春 / 春貼) for you … see picture below.  To those who are new to red couplets, they are usually displayed on the door frames and contain auspicious words or phrases (吉祥話). Maybe you are not familiar with the Chinese characters, maybe traditional Chinese is too much for you.  Here I am attempting to translate them using my 唔鹹唔淡 Chinese knowledge (literally translated to neither-salty-nor-bland that loosely means … not so good … ha ha ha).

The first one from the left is great for the ladies.  It literally means (1) to move people’s heart with striking beauty.  Don’t we all secretly want to stop traffic and to dazzle the opposite sex (don’t bluff!)?  And there is a guy version too!  Right next to it is (2) handsome and cool.  While (3) an obedient husband is definitely something for the wives to stick everywhere from PC gaming room to bedroom, I have difficulty in pondering if (4) a prosperous wife is for the husbands or the wives.  I personally think that if mine is rich and successful, I can stay at home and shake legs the whole day.  Hence, sure, I would love to stick red couplet #4 everywhere from laundry room to kitchen.

Looks and family politics aside, of course all of us want a (5) wallet or purse bulging with money and for the investors, (6) a bull market for both share and property.  What to do with all these money and good fortune?  For the available ones, (7) happy love affairs.  For the rest of us?  Perhaps (8) dreams come true.  People say beauty is only skin deep.  But it certainly wouldn’t harm to have (9) a lifelong beauty.

Okay, there you go!  I hope I have done a reasonable job in translating these interesting red couplets.  Picture above is produced by courtesy of Cynthia.  It was one of the MMS she sent to me while we did remote red couplets shopping.

Funny Red Couplets

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Silly Me

Plan B – Celebrating CNY In Singapore

NTUC at AMK Hub

OK.  Don’t panic.  It is not as though I have not celebrated Chinese New Year in Singapore before.  Like that one year I had to hunt for oranges at the very last minute after discovering that it is the tradition here to pass the oranges around.  Or that year … erm … to be honest, I don’t recall that many times I have spent the holiday in Singapore.  Last year, Cynthia and I were in Melbourne.  The year before we were in Hong Kong.  This year, since our plan A road trip to Malaysia doesn’t work out, time to execute plan B.

I pulled out a large piece of paper this morning and pondered what I needed to do next.  I wrote down: spring cleaning, red couplets (揮春) for decoration and good luck, and stocking up the refrigerator.  Since I have already done spring cleaning prior to Cynthia’s mother arrival, that is one headache off my list.  I stared at ‘red couplets’ and since Cynthia planned to visit Chinatown with her mother in the morning, I delegated this wonderful task to her.  Except she can’t read nor speak Chinese at all.

First, Cynthia sent me a picture of a rat in cartoon format via MMS and asked if I wanted it.  I repeated that I only wanted either one single character (I wrote the word 福 that means ‘luck’ to her beforehand) or pairs of 4 characters.  Then came the 2nd MMS with tons of red couplets.  Bingo!  Another headache’s down.

I was pretty relax over the last item until I started to hear from my friends at my workplace all the horror stories of last minute grocery shopping in Singapore.  No way I am going to starve myself over the CNY!  Besides, I so planned to make the best out of plan A and cook some delicious dishes for Cynthia and her mother.  I even planned to invite my sister over for the first time ever brother-and-sister bonding over CNY here in Singapore!  This is big, so big that I must have sounded pretty stressed up until my friend ST kept reminding me to relax and don’t get stress.

This afternoon, on the way to the-mother-of-all-NTUC at AMK Hub, I have literally converted my car into a war-room not unlike what the US President does inside Air Force One.  I was shouting out the name of the dishes into the air and Cynthia captured a list of what we needed to buy on a piece of paper.  It has to be a decisive strike.  We have to know our exact targets and we have to … like Bush once said … smoke them out!

AMK Hub was packed with last minute shoppers.  As I saw trolleys full of NTUC bags leaving the hypermarket, I couldn’t help but to think-out-loud: there goes my chicken! There goes my vegetable!  And there goes my …  I was thinking out so loud that Cynthia has to calm me down.  My breathing went deeper, my heart beat faster, my head went lighter, and into the war zone we entered.

Inside NTUC was a total chaos.  Shoppers were grabbing everything they saw.  I went to the meat rack and there were only a few packets left.  When the meat trolley came out, I couldn’t bother to look at the list that was composed back at Air Force One.  I didn’t even care what sort of meat it was.  It was either pork belly or pork chop or nothing.  In any given day, I would not consider either.  Today, we fought for survival.  I went to the poultry section and must have grabbed the last few chickens left in Singapore.  Cynthia asked why I bought two chickens.  I replied, “Don’t think, just grab.”  I was not the only one who was going crazy, everyone was going crazy.  The last time I was having this euphoric feeling was inside the factory outlets in US.  I was going crazy with my friend grabbing all the clothes we could see.  I saw live fish inside the tank and I asked for one.  The reply was, “Sorry Sir, this section is closed and we are unable to have the fish cleaned and gutted for you.  Do you still want one?”  I was stoned for a while with the scenes of me killing a fish running through my head again and again and I told Cynthia, “I know I can do it!”.  She reminded me that a live fish was not in our list.

I have bought a trolley full of stuffs that were not in our list!  Oh well, Cynthia was right.  We could do without a fish.

How could Cynthia be so calm?!

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Diary

It’s Ash Wednesday …

Singapore Cathedral … or rather Ash Wednesday that happens on a Tuesday.  Ash what?!  I know … when I told people around me that I have to MIA for an hour due to Ash Wednesday, quite a few didn’t know what it is.  And when I am back with ashes on my forehead, the concerned ones would pull me aside and tell me that there is dirt on my forehead (ps: thank you!).  On the street, there are usually three types of people.  Most see it without really seeing it (ain’t we all too occupied on the street?).  Some do a double take on my forehead probably wonder what it is.  A minority few actually smile at me … which is nice.

Let me do my part in raising the awareness of what Ash Wednesday is all about, in a rather short and sweet manner.  Roman Catholics throughout the world observes Ash Wednesday in the form of fasting, abstinence from meat, and repentance.  During Mass, ashes are put onto our foreheads to remind us to turn away from sin, be faithful to the Gospel, as well as we are all dust and unto dust we shall return.  40 days from Ash Wednesday is … ?  Easter of course!

I certainly welcome taking a break from the mundane office life and to attain a 1.15pm lunch time Mass at the Cathedral.  The downside is of course to have ashes on my forehead till sunset (that’s the tradition).  Cynthia and I often joke that the more sins one has, the bigger the ‘ash mark’ is going to be.  Deep inside, we – or at least I – secretly hope that the priest or the minister has mercy and try not to make the ‘ash mark’ all too obvious … ha ha ha.  Bad eh?  And here are the tips to make the mark as subtle as possible (disclaimer: results not guaranteed) but not make it disappears.  Otherwise, what’s the point in having ashes on our foreheads?

  • Quietly seat yourself strategically somewhere that you are not the first in line to receive the ashes and yet able to see what everybody are getting.  You see, some priests or ministers have strong hands and large thumbs (sadly, mine today) and tend to leave a rather prominent and huge ‘ash mark’ onto your forehead.  Some are more gentle when applying the ashes.  Once you found what you want, wiggle your way into the right queue!
  • Grow your fringe beforehand.  Pull it back before the ashes are applied, let it down afterwards.
  • Have a “Sign here” or rather “Press here” sticker at the corner of your head.  That way, it is much easier to somewhat cover it up with your fringe.

OK.  Enough humor for the day.  Back to something serious.  After Cynthia and I received the ashes, as we always do for the past don’t-know-how-many-years, we looked at our foreheads and asked, “So, how was it?”  I stared at her forehead and said, “It has a nice cross shape … pretty faint.”  Cynthia let out a sign of relief.  I looked at her in anticipation and …

“It’s … big.  It’s dark.  Certainly looks like a thumb print,” Cynthia said.  Realizing that I looked more and more concerned, she waved her hand as a matter of look-silly-it-is-not-that-bad and said, “It is more like an extension of your fringe.”

Oh gosh.  That’s bad.  I will try to sin lesser this coming year …

PS. For those who wonder why Ash Wednesday falls onto a Tuesday instead, it is because tomorrow is Chinese New Year Eve so the Pope brings forward the event for one day.  That way, we can still celebrate our Chinese New Year Eve in the traditional way (imagine a Chinese reunion dinner without meat).

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Book Reviews Non-Fiction

Islam By Karen Armstrong – A Short History

Karen Armstrong’s Islam

Any English book that attempts to give an overview of Islam targeted at the mass market will inevitably draw lots of criticism. The scholars and academics may question the credibility of Karen Armstrong and the historical accuracy of “Islam” while suggesting alternative titles, titles that the non-academics may find it hard to read. Other readers may feel that Karen Armstrong is being too politically correct and bias towards an idealistic view of Islam. But, I suppose we forget the fact that “Islam” is a short history of the religion from the days of the Prophet Muhammad to our modern day, a 161 pages of main content that attempts to help us in identifying some of the knowledge gaps we may have and to research further if we want to. It is not meant to be an in-depth analysis of the religion nor to primarily examine the modern day Islamic communities.

Being brought up in an environment of polytheism then turned atheist and now a Catholic, the first thing I observe from reading “Islam” is that I have this preconception based on the way I am being brought up.  If in the Christian Bible, Jesus Christ is the God-made man, what should the main human character in the Quran be?  If the Bible is being composed and cross-referenced and interpreted in a certain way, shouldn’t Quran be complied in a similar fashion in order to be deemed religiously worthy?  Of course, my initial impression with regards to Islam was largely incorrect.

Although Islam is one of the three faiths of Abraham, it evolves in a different way.  The 21 pages of chronology at the beginning of the book gives readers an idea of the constant political turmoil the people of Islam have lived under as the religion evolves.  Islam is indeed centered towards politics since the beginning.

Throughout the history of Islam, the concept of ummah (the Muslim community) is important to the fragmented tribal community in the land of scarce resource (oil was discovered much later).  Prophet Muhammad received the first revelation of the Quran in Mecca in the year of 610.  The Quran together with the prophet’s way of life have guided the ummah till today.  Upon the death of Prophet Muhammad in 632, a series of kahlifah or caliph were elected, and the ummah was guided and ruled by the ulama (guardians of the legal and religious traditions of Islam) and imam (the leader of the Muslim community) respectively.  What followed was a series of civil wars that relegated the power of the caliphs and transferred it to the local rules who established dynasties in various parts of the empire. Then came the first Crusader in 1095. In 1187, Kurdish general Saladin defeated the Crusaders and restored Jerusalem – the third holiest city – to Islam.

Although the invasion of the Mongol in 1220 has brought forth immense destruction to the Islamic cities, once they had achieved victory, the Mongols rebuilt the cities they had devastated on a magnificent scale. It was Mongol policy to build on local traditions once they had subjugated an area.  Soon, all the Mongol empires had converted to Islam.  This laid down the path of the continuation of militarization of the society that led to the “Islam Triumphant” – three major empires that arose after the Mongol empires dissolved in 1500.  They are: the Safavid Empire in Iran, the Moghul Empire in India, and the Ottoman Empire in Anatolia, Syria, North Africa, and Arabia.  Each empire has its own unique challenges – Shiism versus the Sunni Islam for the Safavid Empire, Islam being the minority in India for the Moghul Empire, and the variation of culture within the states of the Ottoman Empire.  Nevertheless, as the “Imperial Islam” progressed a great deal between 1500 to 1700, so was the religion.

The last chapter “Islam Agonistes” is one that I can personally relate to and have found some of my questions answered.  Born as a British subject, I often wonder what leads to where we (the colonists) are today.

The rise of the West is unparalleled in world history.  300 years of innovation and modernization of the society made them powerful enough to colonize other civilisations in a worldwide scale.  It was a painful process for those societies that have these 300 years of continuous progression taken away from them and were brought to face modernization imminently.  Raw materials were channeled into the West, products were made and sold back to the colonies.  No longer focus on the production of the raw materials, the West reinvest its future and created an economy that grew to what it is today.  Traditions of the colonies no longer survive the Western modernization and many of these traditions have become tourist spots instead.  The rest of the world was demarcated as and when the West colonized without taken consideration of the distribution of the race, culture, and religion of the people.  Countries were formed later with people having difficulties to identify with.  Violence continues as individual groups continuously seek for independence.  In the sub-chapter “The Way Forward”, Karen Armstrong subtly advances her theory of religious fundamentalism whereby fundamentalism is a child of modernity, and fundamentalists are fundamentally modern.  That, I found is refreshing.

“Islam” is best to be read in as few sittings as possible because the number of historical figures and Arabic terms introduced can be overwhelming.  Because the writing style is straightforward and engaging, it is generally accessible and can be a good starting point to get to know the history of the religion better.  I enjoy reading “Islam” as much as “The Bible” by the same author.

PS. My sincere apology if this blog entry is not entirely correct.  The mistake is all mine as this entry is written based on what I remember of or rather what I absorbed from reading the book.  All feedback is welcome.

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Experience Sharing

Bee Hoon – Cynthia’s Version

Cyn Cyn Bee Hoon

I literally have to wrest the recipe of this simple healthy tasting home cooked bee hoon (i.e. rice vermicelli) from Cynthia in order to have it published in my site.  She is just not comfortable with the limelight, which I reassured her that not many people visit my site anyway.  Perhaps I should re-brand my site as: where I’ll go all the way to get things that you want to read.  Except, I don’t really know what you want to read.

To be fair, this bee hoon recipe does belong to my family’s treasure box, a well-kept secret of the Wong’s family.  One fine year, my mother visited my home and like how the kung fu master finds his disciples, my mother taught Cynthia how to make some of my favorite dishes that I don’t seem to have the talent to learn.  What is amazing is that my mother speaks in Cantonese (that Cynthia doesn’t understand) and Cynthia transcripts in Bahasa Indonesia (that I don’t understand).  Maybe cooking recipes transcend languages.  Maybe all one needs is the patience to record.

Armed with my camera, here is my attempt to record how this dish is made.  From left to right, top to bottom …

  1. Cynthia’s secret cookbook with my mother’s well-kept recipes written in Bahasa Indonesia that I can’t comprehend.
  2. Chop the pork into bite size.  For the Muslim readers, feel free to use chicken instead.  For the vegetarian readers, I wonder if replacing fried bean curd yields the same result.
  3. Marinate the meat with the usual ingredients (soy source, sugar, salt, and corn flour).  There is no scientific rule in how much ingredients to add to the meat.  Marination is an art and I usually go with the feel.  If the meat turns out to be too salty, add less soy source and salt next time and vice versa. Pay attention to the distinct taste of each ingredient and adjust accordingly.
  4. Smash the dry scallop into pieces using a chopper.
  5. Boil the dry scallop with the right amount of water as that will be your soup base.
  6. Wash the vegetable of your choice.
  7. When your soup base is boiling, throw in the marinated meat.  There is no need to add salt or whatsoever at this stage.
  8. Meanwhile, prepare another pan of hot water to cook the bee hoon (or rice vermicelli).  Upon my request, Cynthia used the Japanese thin flat noodle instead.  Somehow I prefer that to bee hoon.
  9. When the been hoon is cooked, run it under cold water to rinse away the extra starch that may cloud your soup.
  10. Throw in the vegetable after the dry scallop becomes soft to the mouth (usually about half an hour or more).
  11. Divide the bee hoon.
  12. Pour the soup onto the bee hoon!

I like the way this dish is cooked because it tastes healthy – subtle and not too overwhelming.  The soup base has a distinct taste of meat, dry scallop, and vegetable.  You can always add a few drops of Maggi (Chinese seasoning source) if the taste is too healthy for you.  Alternatively, add a few pieces of abalone will definitely enhance the dish in a big way.

Note: The 1-800 number advertised is invalid.  Please don’t waste your money.

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Drama Movie Reviews

Sweeney Todd – Yawn?

Sweeney Tood

Why does the musical film adaptation “Sweeney Todd” receive such a positive review from so many sources?  I don’t know.  One thing I know though is that director Tim Burton loves to work with Johnny Depp and especially his wife Helena Bonham Carter time and time again.

Maybe it was the green tea or maybe it was something I ate the night before, I had a terrible stomach cramp.  I thought I wasn’t able to make it to this evening’s movie outing.  Maybe there is such a thing as ‘green tea overdose’.  But since I am replacing alcohol with green tea, I ain’t going to quit that as yet.

“Sweeney Todd” surely made my stomach churned with all those throat cutting scenes and blood spurting scenes.  The blood does look fake but still … that silver blade that cuts throat after throat, gruesome!  I give a thumb up to the computer generated scenes though. The effect goes well with the dark, insane nature of the movie.  If I could bypass the utterly boring monotonous melody and silly lyrics, I would say the acting is pretty good.  Come to think of it, I am a big fan of Tim Burton for his “Corpse Bride” (2005).  Had “Sweeney Todd” be filmed in the same way as “Corpse Bride”, I may be able to enjoy those silly music.  It is hard to watch Johnny Depp sings about being complete with his blade or Helena Carter sings about the worst pie in London.  I just couldn’t get into the mood with real actors.

That is my view.  How about the rest of the Movie Review Squad?  TK fell asleep 20% of the time, couldn’t bear to see the blood scenes, and Cynthia thinks that it is so-so and below expectation.

My stomach cramps again.  I should moderate on green tea consumption.

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Music Reviews Pop Rock & Alternative World Music

Vanessa Paradis’s Divinidylle – Creatively Classy … Sexy

Vanessa Paradis’s Divinidylle

Most non-French speaking people may recognize Vanessa Paradis as the partner of the American actor Johnny Depp and the mother of their daughter and son. Some of you may remember her as the girl who promoted Chanel’s fragrant Coco back in 1991. I certain remember her by her single “Joe le taxi” (1987) when she was 14. Despite having 20 years of music career, she has only released 5 studio albums. “Divinidylle” is 7 years in the making.

I like French music because it brings something fresh into my English music collection. There is something about French music that is hard to explain, something that doesn’t quite follow the usual formula of the English music scene. The melody sounds fresh, the way of singing sounds fresh, even the music arrangement sounds fresh. Especially “Divinidylle”, if you pay attention to each individual music track, there are full of little bits of creative moments scattered along the tracks. The entire album is consistent with memorable hooks. Vanessa Paradis took part in the writing of some of the songs and she sings well throughout “Divinidylle” – from her low range to light whispering to falsetto.  Need not to say, I found her voice pretty sexy.

“Divinidylle” seems a bit short (35 minutes). But it is a perfect album to listen to in the evening on the couch surrounded by candle lights with a glass of wine – on your own or with your partner.  Check out the song below called “Dès Que Je Te Vois”.  If you like it, you may wish to try the single “Divinidylle”