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posted by ncmhp @ 28.6.05

lundi


It was a very P kind of thing (ok, yy and fcs are P types; I'm the extreme J type) but on a whim, yy decided that we should go out to watch initial D. That was 8pm last night. And fcs was doing what he always did on a saturday night, so we decided to go watch it at around midnight.

After a bit of haggling, I got to drive :) Well, after all, since public transport after midnight consists of midnight-surcharge taxis... Initially we wanted to go cine, since the cinema is open 24 hours, but amazingly for some funny reason, cine didn't show Initial D, so we went to lido instead. We got there only around 10 mins before the 12 midnight starting time, and amazingly the movie started on time (considering how packed and popular the movie is, you would think they would do like 20 mins of adverts, or maybe its cos its 12 midnight).

What did I think of Initial D? Well, if you are looking for story, you would be disappointed. There is no real deep story or special philosophical discussion involved. The plot twists are shallow and most of the dialogue is devised for the standard humour slapdash stuff that you see so often in Hong Kong movies. The conclusion is very open and doesn't leave the audience with any sense of closure; it is also very sudden and it appears that ths scriptwriters didn't put much thought into this aspect of the movie. However, as a caveat, it does leave open the possibility of an Initial D sequel.

Of course, there are some redeeming features. It appears that the authors tried to parallel the development of the hero with the development of his car; through its crashes, its suspension and engine upgrades, its fine-tuning. This makes for a slightly interesting plot twist, although it was not smoothly carried out. The "Like Father, Like Son" point made in this movie is also one that could be used for philosophical discussion, although in the movie itself it was used more for comic effect than anything else.

Most of the characters are one-dimensional, in the sense that they don't have much depth - what you see in your first impression is almost always literally what you get - I think the one character that may have some depth is the hero's father, although for the most part, he's portrayed as your standard chi ko pek. Even the main protagonist's so called internal conflict between racing and his love life is superficial in my opinion, as it was quite obvious what his path would be from the very beginning.

The acting is semi-decent, sub-standard at times. Most of the actors are just around to be a pretty or handsome face. But I suppose there's not much to blame them for, as their characters themselves are so shallow that even a decent acting job would not have portrayed or developed the character much further.

But of course, none of this is why people go to watch Initial D. The real reason everyone goes to watch it is for the action, the car racing down Mt Akina. And even for someone like me, who had watched the anime before and knew more or less what to expect, I was impressed. The drafting and braking action was top-notch, and the filming of the drivers' hand and legs motion was expertly done as well. For me, I highly enjoyed the race scenes; they mixed humour with action and kept the audience excited and interested. Although there was some degree of predictability in the sequence of the action, overall I would say that the action alone made the movie worth it.

In conclusion, I would say that if you want a light-hearted, fast paced movie in which you don't have to think much and just sit back and relax and enjoy the movie, Initial D is for you. Makes for a perfect midnight movie, when you are tired and can't think much. If you're watching at 4pm, watch something like Memento (old, but good!) instead.

Anyway after the movie, we drove down to Mustapha Centre, where there's a 24-hour prata place nearby. Not-so 24 hour still; they ran out of all except egg prata by 11pm. But still, we enjoyed two egg pratas apiece and had a good time talking cock.

I think I scared some people by my driving. It's not that bad, seriously :P But after sending fcs and then yy home, by the time I reached home it was 5am already :( Grrrr.

posted by ncmhp @ 27.6.05

samedi


After NS, I dreaded going outfield. Lousy food, shelter, and no toilet facilities, among other things.

I think for many of us guys, OBS opened our eyes to the fun of the outfield again. I think the major difference between OBS and NS was the environment. In NS, everyone is me first; avoiding blame; and tekan sessions. In OBS, we helped each other out, and the atmosphere was much more relaxed, and as a result, we really did enjoy ourselves.

We learnt a lot about each other and especially about ourselves. For myself, I got really scared during the Vertical Challenge due to my fear of heights, but I got through it eventually :)

I think its a good experience; ppl should go for OBS!

I would like to paraphrase one of our team members on something he learnt from his OBS experience:

"Impossible can be done."

posted by ncmhp @ 25.6.05


"Frank, Jesus was a bachelor and never lived with a woman. Surely living with a woman is one of the most difficult things a man has to do, and he never did it." - JJ

posted by anodyne @ 18.6.05

lundi


TODAY we began our rounds with a sweep of the obituaries - the very borders of our medical arts. Skirting from woe to woe, our eyes gave pause on the countenance of a familiar stranger:

Francis Ayamm Pillay Chelliah
passed away peacefully on 12 June 2005.
Fear not, for I have redeemed You;
I have called You by name: You are mine.


Who was Chelliah? A man of many contradictions.

We remember striding vainly into Ward 44 on what was probably our 5th day at Changi General, in search of a patient, any patient at all, for our first clerking. We decided on the lonely bespectacled Chelliah - if we recall, due to his copy of Cleo (a testament to his conversability, no more) - and promptly began our neurologic examination. What ensued was a friendship of sorts that was to last a large majority of our time at Changi.

Chelliah was managed as a discharge issue when we first knew him. This meant that all pathology was given pause, the overridding priority being to empty bed 12A by any means. He claimed to have made many, many mistakes in his life - taking back his wife after she left him, choosing to be admitted into the ward to escape his family, estranging himself from his children. Every day, we would pop by for a chat, hand him a copy of whatever periodical happened to be handy at the visitor's lounge, and he would repeat his wish to be discharged directly into an elderly care facility. And each time we would tell him not to hope for comfort in the arms of strangers when there is comfort in the arms of his family. Trust that time heals all wounds, we would say.

"Time, I have no time."

We remember his jubilation the day his wife and daughter visited well, for the very next day he greeted us with rancor - "YOU - always only know how to talk - why can't you do get me out of this shithole?" We've been taught repeatedly that when confronted with an angry patient, the worst thing you can do is to lose your own temper as well. His insistence that we be personally reponsible for his discharge led to frustrations on both sides, and ended with him yelling slurs.

We later learnt from V-- that his case file was replete with similar rages - he could stay at void decks drinking beer, refusing to go home. Even his medical condition gave us pause - RS3PE?? We, however, did have a word with our ward resident regarding Chelliah's discharge. Within two days, his bed was empty; slot 12A on the ward sheet which he had occupied for the last four weeks was a blank.

We never had a chance to see him after that, except for our chance meeting today in the obituary pages - we sometimes wonder if he remembers our altercation on that last day. We can only hope he remembers fondly, the medical student who tried to assauge his loneliness, strengthen his faith in humanity, and with limited success, lend a listening ear.

There is a parable concerning Abraham and the fireworshipper. Abraham, welcoming a elderly stranger into his tent one night, was shocked to find the man prostrated before the fire idol, and promptly chased the man out of doors. And that very night the Lord came upon Abraham and declared unto him "What is he to you O'Abraham? I have borne him patiently for seventy years, surely you could have borne him for a single night?" My patient, Chelliah, 70 year-old Indian male, has verily taught me patience.

Requisat in pacem

posted by anodyne @ 13.6.05

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