Rashomon Effect

Caught the "Rashomon" screened at the National Museum during the Akira Kurosawa Retrospective some time back. Although I had watched the movie many years ago during my Jap lecture, the experience was quite forgettable since one could never quite pay attention in a vast lecture hall with coldness leeching onto the skin. For this second viewing, much attention was needed, however, to filter out the irritating 'screeching' (produced by the old footage) amidst the cinematic sounds. Aside the great storytelling, I was amazed by the extrapolation of the tensions and complexities of thought through the composition of the scenes, especially the ones in the woods, of the three main characters (bandit, samurai and samurai's wife).Rashomon had earned much critiques and analyses, even to the extent of having the term "Rashomon Effect" being coined in the social, psychological and law academia. The "Rashomon effect' also influenced me to watch Kurosawa's other films, "Ikiru", "The Hidden Fortress", "Red Beard", will be laying my hands on other titles from our campus library.

Untitled

I can't seem to put a finger on the title of this post. well, "Untitled" it shall be.

Very recently, my body and soul drifted into the self reflection mode again..I had this sudden realization that, I have been constantly wrestling with what I ought to do and what I thought I should be doing. Besides wasting time, energies spent don't yield desired results or outcome...So what went wrong and what's the root of the problem? Or was it simply a mid-life crisis I am going through?

Unfortunately I have no answer for myself..

Feeling useless

There are often times that I feel useless. And that follows a frantic rush to feed myself with knowledge of all sorts, filling the emptiness within...

For today, I shall be rubbing my nose against the pages of Egyptian culture and history, while trying to understand the art theories of different periods.

2nd hour of the 34th year

Crossing into the 2nd hour of my 34 years of life. If I could live for 90 years, this would be more than a-third of my life passing by..


I've decided that I needed a place to park all that has happened to me. And here I am, blogging about myself at 3:13AM. Welcome to my blog of ramblings from the soul.