Stef-fen King!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Before i continue with my post, i just want to mention a brief summary of what i did yesterday. Fer fun. I had tennis from 8:30 to 10:30a.m., at Chinese Swimming Club Sports Complex. I only had it there once before, but i found my way easily nonetheless. Trained with Jason alongside this boy called Joshua, whom the coach usually mixes up my name with. So much so until when he calls out Joshua, i have a sort of inkling to answer. Joshua is a left-handed tennis blayer btw, and he looks old for his age, this year being only in Secondary three. Taller than me, too, i am thinking.
I went straight for a council meeting later, and proceeded to cut endless cardboard stars for the upcoming event, Thank God It's Friday (TGIF) as well as draw 9 out of 20 Patricks from Spongebob Squarpants, which was really absurd. The plan was to have one for every Councillor IC as identification tags. I can now testify that drawing Patrick is much easier than Spongebob.
In any case, i watched The Mist last night, and i give the movie... 9.5 out of ten. Found the Military Project idea of opening another dimension a bit... overused. The movie was also a bit one-dimensional, given at climatic points in the middle of chaos, everything suddenly quietens down. Incidentally, there are these group of Blacks in the movie who venture out into the mist despite warnings, whom the main character calls 'the flat earth society'. 0.o
What i found really interesting was that near the end of the movie, where the engine sputtered and died, the four of five of them were contemplating suicide by gun. My mom didn't understand the connotation when the group was silently formulating the power of the revolver, but Joel and i did. The two elderly persons, the teacher and the son got shot one by one, knowingly, (with the exception of the little boy) leaving only the main character, which is when he steps out of the car to be taken by the monsters, disillusioned and agonized, only to find a long armoured column of soldiers and tracked vehicles, escorting dozens of surivors, who include a woman who left the supermarket early into the movie, in an attempt to find her kids. He proceeded to cry, "They're all dead!"
What i found interesting was that as a side comment, when explaining their contemplation of suicide to my mom, she didn't understand why they wanted to do that, compared to alternatives such as venturing out to see if there were any monsters first, or like Joel, waiting for the monsters to come before killing themselves, as validation that they really would die either way.
The thing is, i wasn't thinking like them, in my mind i was thinking that quick suicide was the obvious and rational choice, to get it quickly over with and not suffer anymore. It kind of showed my intrinsic pessimism, compared to the bit of hope in my mom and Joel, or\f surviving such a horror. It probably is a manifestation in my ideals, and given such a real situation occuring, i would also contemplate suicide without really hoping of a way out. Talk about serious pessimism.
Pessimism doesn't follow me in every ideal, however, such as in my procrastination of doing my homework.
posted by joseph at 7:57 AM