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Too much for my eyes to bear...
Don't ask me what I'm doing up at 7.44 am. My body clock has programmed me such that I awake promptly at 7.05am everyday WITHOUT FAIL. So here I am after breakfast, supposedly to write my TIP journal but that can wait :)Met with my dear D yesterday after she highlighted her hair (rich woman) and we headed down to Cine to watch a movie. Guess what we watched... no not some chick flick but....
I tell you my fragile heart CANNOT take shows like this. Half the time I was watching from behind my cotton on cardigan either that or one eye was closed. I kind of alternated between the two throughout the show. D suggested watching The Hurt Locker and before the show started I asked her exactly what it was about and she replied 'I don't know... I just saw that the review had many popcorns.'
So there we were, sitting through a two hour show without knowing what it was about beforehand. I only knew it was about the Iraq war but exactly what about it ... I didn't know. The two hours were very educational I guess and totally worth the 6 bucks.
Firstly, I think the director of the film, Kathryn Bigelow, is a total saddist. Seriously. Either that or she enjoys filming war films. Then again I think she deserved the Oscar for Best Director (ok I'm in no position to judge cus I didn't watch Avatar but why torture yourself to 3 hours of looking at blue people. Don't you know blue is bad for the eyesight? Or just watch Pocahontas.)
Secondly another thing that struck me is how the soldiers only knew how to express pain using one word. You guessed it. That word. There was a soldier who got shot in his legs nine times and while he was being whisked away in a helicopter I think he spew that word like twenty times. Maybe it's cus after a while in the army you lose your vocabulary.
One of the more painful scenes in the show was when there was this boy whom one of the soldiers knew and the boy had had his intestines taken out by the Iraqi insurgents. In place of his intestines the insurgents had put a bomb and had blown the boy up. It was vomit-inducingly gross and disgusting and I couldn't bring myself to watch it. Then again the visual effects were amazing. It is quite believable but after that scene I was thinking how on earth they managed to film that scene. Maybe they used a dummy or a real dead person.
The film also portrayed the mental trauma and stress the soldiers faced, plus the threats they faced all the time. One moment you might be there, the next you might be gone; blasted by a bomb.
It has made me treasure my life a lot more, and made me realise that the boys in Tekong are kind of like living in a chalet now. Hopefully those guys won't have to experience what it is like to be fighting a real war. Bloodshed is inevitable.
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After the movie we went to grab a bite at Sun With Moon (Wheelock Place, 3rd floor). I think the lunches there are more worth it though. Throughout the dinner I had cramps. My first time in like ten thousand years. We talked about the future, the past, the mistakes we made and hopefully would avoid. I like talking to D cus we're on the same wavelength and I know that it hurts her so much. I LOVE U DDDDDD! Smile ^^
