Well, I'll be very blunt and straight to the readers: I'm going for National Service very soon. This blog has been on hiatus since June due to lack of ideas and things to ramble about, but this announcement is my official declaration of hiatus for this blog called the Suave Badassery. I don't know exactly when I will get back home, but what is definite is that I will be back.
Prior to this announcement, I have made another blog called Wingless Huzzar's Dramatic Bastardisations, featuring traditional stories which will be bastardised by my most impure of thoughts. So far, I could not bring myself to make a post there as well due to - again - lack of ideas. But what will be definite is that the blog will have at least a post once I come back from National Service.
All that has been said (and I don't wish to repeat myself now, you can read the post above as many as you want instead), I bid you readers adieu until next time.
With suavest of badasseries,
Wingless Huzzar
04 October, 2008
08 June, 2008
Suave Reviews: 5 Centimeters Per Second
Today, for something completely different, I shall review a very moving gem of a Japanese anime movie, 5 Centimeters Per Second. This romantic drama movie, set in Japan in the nineties and concluding on the present day, centers around this guy named Takaki Tohno and is split into three parts (titles translated to English): Cherry Blossom Extract, Cosmonaut, and 5 Centimeters Per Second. The first part, Cherry Blossom Extract, tells the story of Takaki reuniting with his close childhood friend, Akari Shinohara, after being separated after elementary school. The second part, Cosmonaut, chronicles Takaki mainly through the perspective of Kanae Sumita, Takaki's classmate who has a crush on him. The final part, 5 Centimeters Per Second, is the concluding part where it wraps up Takaki's trials and tribulations from the previous two parts.
Now you'll be asking, "Dude, you're a suave badass! Why the hell are you reviewing such a mushy story?" Before you blurt out that question to me, don't. It may be a mushy story, but three reasons outweigh the mushiness of the story.
You know what I'm saying?
Sure, this movie is a romantic drama, but underneath all the love and the romance, there is that underlying theme to the whole story. A message which is hard for me to describe in words, but nevertheless depicts a person's tug-of-war between time and the love they left behind over time. The message is very deep, but very true in terms of how people cope with life.
The surroundings... it's beautiful...
I have to admit, the beautiful scenery in the scenes were so beautiful I wish it was real. From the countryside to the city, the depiction of the scenery was awe-inspiring, I watched the movie full-screen to capture fully the panoramic view of the scenery. Disregarding the romantic theme in the movie, those who love beautiful sceneries, I recommend this movie to you guys.
One More Time, One More Chance
Now, the theme song was what drew me to the movie. The translated message in the song describes about one searching for that special someone whom they lost along the way, and the way the song fits into the movie was seamless, like the song and the movie was made for each other.
If you're a helpless romantic, or someone who is a sucker for beautiful scenery, then 5 Centimeters Per Second is the movie for you. I shall conclude this post with the theme song for the movie, One More Time, One More Chance by Masayoshi Yamazaki.
Now you'll be asking, "Dude, you're a suave badass! Why the hell are you reviewing such a mushy story?" Before you blurt out that question to me, don't. It may be a mushy story, but three reasons outweigh the mushiness of the story.
You know what I'm saying?
Sure, this movie is a romantic drama, but underneath all the love and the romance, there is that underlying theme to the whole story. A message which is hard for me to describe in words, but nevertheless depicts a person's tug-of-war between time and the love they left behind over time. The message is very deep, but very true in terms of how people cope with life.
The surroundings... it's beautiful...
I have to admit, the beautiful scenery in the scenes were so beautiful I wish it was real. From the countryside to the city, the depiction of the scenery was awe-inspiring, I watched the movie full-screen to capture fully the panoramic view of the scenery. Disregarding the romantic theme in the movie, those who love beautiful sceneries, I recommend this movie to you guys.
One More Time, One More Chance
Now, the theme song was what drew me to the movie. The translated message in the song describes about one searching for that special someone whom they lost along the way, and the way the song fits into the movie was seamless, like the song and the movie was made for each other.
If you're a helpless romantic, or someone who is a sucker for beautiful scenery, then 5 Centimeters Per Second is the movie for you. I shall conclude this post with the theme song for the movie, One More Time, One More Chance by Masayoshi Yamazaki.
03 June, 2008
Call me Halim.
Right, I shall blow off the lid here on my online anonymity, since the only people visiting this blog consist of people on my Windows Live Messenger and nobody else. My full first name is Noorhalim. But please, call me Halim.
I have to admit, being called by my full first name by my closest family members gives me that awkward and uneasy feeling. At the worst extreme, I will get annoyed on the mere mention of my full first name. I have no problems with my own name, actually; I even write my full name on any paperwork I have to do. I am still proud of my name given during my birth, it's who I personify. But when it comes to speaking within my circle of friends and family, using my full first name makes it too formal in an otherwise informal setting. So please, do call me Halim.
To my elder brother who's reading this, I hope you understand. And I apologise that I had to use this kind of medium to speak my mind. I am not one who rambles about my personal successes, strifes and tribulations to anyone, not even in my own blog. But this entry, hoping for it as a one-off, should clear the air on my position and my choice of how I should be called by, and I do hope you understand it.
I have to admit, being called by my full first name by my closest family members gives me that awkward and uneasy feeling. At the worst extreme, I will get annoyed on the mere mention of my full first name. I have no problems with my own name, actually; I even write my full name on any paperwork I have to do. I am still proud of my name given during my birth, it's who I personify. But when it comes to speaking within my circle of friends and family, using my full first name makes it too formal in an otherwise informal setting. So please, do call me Halim.
To my elder brother who's reading this, I hope you understand. And I apologise that I had to use this kind of medium to speak my mind. I am not one who rambles about my personal successes, strifes and tribulations to anyone, not even in my own blog. But this entry, hoping for it as a one-off, should clear the air on my position and my choice of how I should be called by, and I do hope you understand it.
17 January, 2008
'The school uniform is NOT a fashion statement, idort' Parte Dois: Pamela
So I was reading The New Paper on Wednesday and I saw a report where a "schoolgirl" (quotations intended due to the fact that she might not be one) by the name of Pamela sells her used knickers online. To me, not a problem as the Japanese schoolgirls did it for money, so maybe she emulated that to boost her income, but the problem is that she was, in an erotic manner, wearing school uniforms which resembled a certain convent school which has campuses around Singapore (fellow Singaporeans know which I'm talking about). This had the students of the school outraged, as they see "the abuse on their school uniform" as "damaging the school culture".
(Here's the link to the report in the New Paper, immortalised in the Electric New Paper)
I've just taken a glance at the website (can't link it in a worksafe blog), she sells her knickers, and her bra, yadda yadda yadda, while wearing school uniforms to attract school uniform fetishists. Okay, a kinky yet innovative way to attract money from perverted people of a certain demographic. That's not the point I'm talking about down here, however; the point is that the students (maybe the current students, maybe the alumni, but more inclined to current students in this entry) see such kinky usage of the aforementioned uniform by Pamela as desecrating. You see, I have a problem at that sentiment down here. To all the obliging convent girls who wear the convent uniform proudly and with passion, good for you sweet ladies, give yourselves a pat on the back.
For those convent girls who wear the convent uniform as depicted in my previous entry, particularly those who blow their tops at this Pamela incident, it's like the pot calling the kettle black. If you girls think that Pamela's acts are desecrating the school culture, what have you girls have to say about yourselves, wearing the pinafore belt on the hips instead on the waist as intended? You girls are no better than Pamela herself! You say she's making a mockery of YOUR OWN school uniform, but have you taken a look at yourselves and how you wear your school uniform? Protip: self-reflection before you slam someone for 'desecrating' your uniform.
Why am I saying all this bullshit for the past two entries, you say? Once you step outside your school gates with your uniform on, you are representing your school. You may not like it, but whatever you do or say - as long as you are in your uniform - will be scrutinised and fed back as school reputation. If you did good deeds in your uniform, good job, you have made your school proud. If you did otherwise, like shoplifting or gangsterism, in your uniform, you are clearly and openly tarnishing your school reputation. Would you want to be cursed with a tarnished reputation you get while in school? It might be unfair to those people who strive to make your school a much more reputable name, and then you screw it all up with just a random act of mischief. You can do whatever the hell you want out of your uniform, but please, whenever you wear that school uniform of yours, you are ambassadors of your own school. If you tarnish your school's reputation, your reputation is tarnished as well.
Too long; didn't read: Wear your uniform proudly and smartly, Pamela is just making her money, and yes I was aroused when going to Pamela's site. And no, I will STILL NOT link you guys to her site. This is a worksafe blog, dammit!
(Here's the link to the report in the New Paper, immortalised in the Electric New Paper)
I've just taken a glance at the website (can't link it in a worksafe blog), she sells her knickers, and her bra, yadda yadda yadda, while wearing school uniforms to attract school uniform fetishists. Okay, a kinky yet innovative way to attract money from perverted people of a certain demographic. That's not the point I'm talking about down here, however; the point is that the students (maybe the current students, maybe the alumni, but more inclined to current students in this entry) see such kinky usage of the aforementioned uniform by Pamela as desecrating. You see, I have a problem at that sentiment down here. To all the obliging convent girls who wear the convent uniform proudly and with passion, good for you sweet ladies, give yourselves a pat on the back.
For those convent girls who wear the convent uniform as depicted in my previous entry, particularly those who blow their tops at this Pamela incident, it's like the pot calling the kettle black. If you girls think that Pamela's acts are desecrating the school culture, what have you girls have to say about yourselves, wearing the pinafore belt on the hips instead on the waist as intended? You girls are no better than Pamela herself! You say she's making a mockery of YOUR OWN school uniform, but have you taken a look at yourselves and how you wear your school uniform? Protip: self-reflection before you slam someone for 'desecrating' your uniform.
Why am I saying all this bullshit for the past two entries, you say? Once you step outside your school gates with your uniform on, you are representing your school. You may not like it, but whatever you do or say - as long as you are in your uniform - will be scrutinised and fed back as school reputation. If you did good deeds in your uniform, good job, you have made your school proud. If you did otherwise, like shoplifting or gangsterism, in your uniform, you are clearly and openly tarnishing your school reputation. Would you want to be cursed with a tarnished reputation you get while in school? It might be unfair to those people who strive to make your school a much more reputable name, and then you screw it all up with just a random act of mischief. You can do whatever the hell you want out of your uniform, but please, whenever you wear that school uniform of yours, you are ambassadors of your own school. If you tarnish your school's reputation, your reputation is tarnished as well.
Too long; didn't read: Wear your uniform proudly and smartly, Pamela is just making her money, and yes I was aroused when going to Pamela's site. And no, I will STILL NOT link you guys to her site. This is a worksafe blog, dammit!
04 January, 2008
The school uniform is NOT a fashion statement, idort.
Seriously, everywhere I look around town I see students wearing their school uniforms like they are some kind of fashion statement or something. You dumb retards think it's a fashion statement to wear the uniform as you see fit; tell you something, kid, you're making an ass out of not only yourself, but the school that you represent. Well I do hope you're happy dragging your school into shit with your slipshod manner of wearing your school colours, because I'm not. To all the schoolkids reading this entry, don't pretend you idiots don't know what I mean. To help you recall, here are some of the trends of you guys wearing your school colours which really boils me to the core.
Ankle Socks
Seriously, what' the goddamn deal of ankle socks? You're making an ass out of yourself wearing them and pretending you guys don't wear your socks. Are your pairs of socks a shame to flaunt? What's wrong with white socks, anyway? It's not like people will call you gay or something while wearing white socks. I wear my white socks all the time, and I've no trouble flaunting them. Seriously, cover your ankles with your socks and flaunt them like they're the fashion statement.
Pinafores: Wearing that belt way below the intended height
Damn it, you girls are making your pinafores look like, in Maddox's words, "tit curtains"! Why on earth are you wearing that belt below the waistline!? Are you pregnant or something? Or are you just applying that stupid hipster culture in your pinafores? Seriously, you girls look like dumb bitches with no regards to your school reputation when wearing your pinafore belts below the waistline. Also it looks fugly on you. You girls would look helluva nicer when you wear that belt on the waistline.
Tapered pants
What. The. F-word. And this is why I really hate the emo subculture (rant of emo subculture coming soon to The Suave Badassery; watch this space!). Dammit, what are you trying to show, your lean legs? You look like a flipping faggot wearing tapered pants, and more so when you taper your school pants. It looks dumb, and you're making an ass out of yourself. Why don't you guys let your pants hang loose for a change? It's less likely to rip compared to tapered pants, and it feels more cooling.
Unless school rules say otherwise, tuck in that damn shirt!
Why on earth are you folding the lower part of that shirt to create the illusion that you tucked it in? You look like as if you're a caveman just emerging into society after eons under a rock. A very slipshod way to promote your school, and not a good way to promote yourself either. Tuck it in and be proud! Also it boosts your confidence.
So there, avoid doing whatever shit's in bold and make your school proud. After all, the school name is stuck on you in your CV.
Ankle Socks
Seriously, what' the goddamn deal of ankle socks? You're making an ass out of yourself wearing them and pretending you guys don't wear your socks. Are your pairs of socks a shame to flaunt? What's wrong with white socks, anyway? It's not like people will call you gay or something while wearing white socks. I wear my white socks all the time, and I've no trouble flaunting them. Seriously, cover your ankles with your socks and flaunt them like they're the fashion statement.
Pinafores: Wearing that belt way below the intended height
Damn it, you girls are making your pinafores look like, in Maddox's words, "tit curtains"! Why on earth are you wearing that belt below the waistline!? Are you pregnant or something? Or are you just applying that stupid hipster culture in your pinafores? Seriously, you girls look like dumb bitches with no regards to your school reputation when wearing your pinafore belts below the waistline. Also it looks fugly on you. You girls would look helluva nicer when you wear that belt on the waistline.
Tapered pants
What. The. F-word. And this is why I really hate the emo subculture (rant of emo subculture coming soon to The Suave Badassery; watch this space!). Dammit, what are you trying to show, your lean legs? You look like a flipping faggot wearing tapered pants, and more so when you taper your school pants. It looks dumb, and you're making an ass out of yourself. Why don't you guys let your pants hang loose for a change? It's less likely to rip compared to tapered pants, and it feels more cooling.
Unless school rules say otherwise, tuck in that damn shirt!
Why on earth are you folding the lower part of that shirt to create the illusion that you tucked it in? You look like as if you're a caveman just emerging into society after eons under a rock. A very slipshod way to promote your school, and not a good way to promote yourself either. Tuck it in and be proud! Also it boosts your confidence.
So there, avoid doing whatever shit's in bold and make your school proud. After all, the school name is stuck on you in your CV.
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