2016: A Review and Goodbye

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I am glad that 2016 will be over soon.

I wouldn’t even call it a balanced year. While there were some spots of light, there were many more dark moments. 2016 is like that sarcastic uncle you always wanted to punch – a man who makes a spectacle simply because he can. Sometimes he does good deeds, but for most part you just want to rip him a new one. Continue reading

Goodbye, Carrie Fisher

Woke up this morning in preparation for my flight to hear that Carrie Fisher had left at the ripe “old” age of 60.

Carrie Fisher. GODDAMNIT 2016 STAHP.

I’m angry and I’m sad. I don’t usually comment on celebrity deaths (I prefer to keep my grief private) but holy crap, really, 2016? Carrie Fisher?

When I was a kid, Carrie Fisher was Princess Leia. She was one of the strongest women I knew, a princess who went out and DID things. A deft politician, a commanding general. She was capable of holding a blaster as much as the other guy. In a way, she made it okay for girls to be bloodthirsty too. And to get their hands dirty doing so.

As an adult, Carrie Fisher was an inspiration to me trying to be a writer. She was unapologetic, open, forthright and perhaps most importantly, herself as she wrote. I didn’t realise that there was such a thing as a script doctor, and knowing that such a role existed gave me a sense of relief – on the surface, the idea of a fixer-writer (as opposed to simply an editor) seems to be anathema to the idea of writing.

Goodbye, Carrie Fisher. Thank you for the stars. Watch out for that moonlight though.

Hokkien Funeral Rites: An Observation

Hokkien Funeral Buddhist Altar

My maternal grandmother, bless her soul, was buried today. She was my last surviving grandparent, and her death means the end of an era for me. We buried her according to Buddhist rites. These are what they entailed at least for my side based in Klang, Malaysia (mainly because most other sources cite Singapore and that’s a completely different ball game).

Note that this may be incomplete as I wasn’t there for some of the rituals (being an “external granddaughter” meant my presence was not completely compulsory).

So, what can you expect at a Hokkien funeral? Continue reading

Red lips, red lips~

Over the weekend, the bear and me went to Midvalley for the Maybank Treats Fair. However, this is not an entry about that Fair.

Rather, it’s about Shisedo’s slogan for their new range of lipsticks.

Red the first color.

While their website indicates that this is a throwback towards Shiseido’s history, I would like to think that it means the first colour seen on a human being besides their skin tone.

Red, the colour of blood.

Passion, heat, intensity. In most of human culture, lips were almost always painted red. Not blue, not brown, but red.

It’s a vibrant colour, stark against the colour of our skin. It’s attention-grabbing. It’s unsubtle. It’s powerful.

Red, the lip.

I love having red lips. There’s something incredibly strong about such a colour. I love especially, wearing them on my lips. I wear them though, not for others, but for myself. It is a silent affirmation, a subtle reminder. My words are my own, but when I speak, how they are received, depends on how I deliver them.

And that pretty much reminds me of my job as a copywriter.

Having my painted lips is a form of armour. A silent reminder to stand firm. To speak clearly. And to carry myself with confidence. To remember that I chose to wear this face. That I have control.

A control I need to exercise more often.

[Quickie] Jungle Book 2016

Look for the~ Bare necessities~
The simple bare necessities~
Forget about your worries and your strife~

TL;DR: 9.5/10, would watch again, completely enjoyed it, might be worth a watch in 3D.

As you can tell, I really liked the new Jungle Book. It was a fun romp, and one that I would be glad to watch again. I’m impressed by just how many arcs they managed to cover in the movie, from Mowgli’s ousting to Kaa to Baloo and then to King Louie. It was a good childhood romp, and the fact that Mom enjoyed it too was a real bonus.

It is a bit darker and grittier than the original though, so I’d recommend this for kids aged 7 and up. Neel Sethi, as Mowgli, is quite the right mix of bratty and innocence. As for the rest of the cast, I’ll admit that Lupita’s Raksha’s was the one that stood out the most to me. The right mix of motherly care and firmness. And now, bed.