The Garden Filled With Weeds

Movie Reviews, ACG and Cosplay Discussion, or just any rambling topics that come to my mind.

[Movie Review] Puella Magi Madoka Magica Movie: The Rebellion Story February 10, 2014


It’s actually pretty rare for me to do reviews for Anime movies, because I have a very different scale for them, I’m a lot more lenient and forgiving to the mistakes Anime may have made, as compared to a live action movie.

However, this movie really had me stunned for a really long time after watching it, so I had to write a post about it.

Still, this movie will not be like my other review, it’ll be more of my ramblings about this movie.

If you’re unfamiliar with the series, Puella Magi Madoka Magica(I’m just gonna type Madoka Magica from now on) is a very popular Anime, that experiments and challenges the concept of the Mahou Shojo(Magical girls) genre, it also deals with teenage girls’ emotions and feelings in a very believable and relatable manner.

It’s a series that makes you think it’s something, but turns out to be a completely different thing, and I guarantee you, it’s a pleasant surprise.

This movie is the third instalment for the series’ movie trilogy, all new events and storyline, also, the grand finale.

At first I thought this movie is going to be a happy conclusion of the whole series, something that marks the end of this journey, that we can contently tuck it into our collection folder and move on.

And… I was wrong, so very wrong.

I really should have expected it considering that was exactly what I felt when I first watched the Anime series, expecting rainbows and butterflies, but what I got was me looking down at my chest to see my heart shatter into a thousand pieces.

I love the visual in the entire series, when the magical girls are fighting against their enemies, the visual design for the enemies is shown in a very classical, dark fairytale kinda design.

It’s one of the reason why I love Anime, even despite of being someone who studies film, and kinda do a little bit of Animation here and there.

Anime dares to go beyond the norm, the only animated movie that was nominated for the Oscar in the last 10 years that actually made me feel that it was being bold and dared to reach beyond the limits of the norms for it’s visual design, is Coraline.

However anyone who watched more than 5 different Anime in a year, can tell you that, experimenting and reaching beyond what is expected of them, is a pretty typical thing in Anime.

Madoka Magica is a solid example of that, it’s not the best animated movie ever, it can’t be compared to Miyazaki’s films, but the effort put into it to make this movie, this entire series, special, is greatly commendable.

Another thing I’d like to talk about, is how the movie deals with emotions of the characters.

For a series centered around the topic of ‘hope’ and ‘despair’, you’d expect melodramatic plots of teenage girls crying over boys, and you’d get exactly NOT that.

Not sure about the male audience, but as a female, there’s a lot of things the characters go through in this series, that I can relate really well to.

Even for the ultimate despair, you can feel the character’s last shred of hope disappearing in front of your eyes, you feel for them.

Which was why when a character does a really terrible thing, you don’t completely hate them, because you knew how much pain they were going through, and so you forgive them a little bit for the bad things they do.

The character Kyubey, despite our ultimate hatred towards him, I actually really like his existence in the series.

He is the existence that sees a picture so big, he can’t be bothered to care for the smaller pictures. It makes him a cruel existence that exploits and manipulates teenage girls, for the greater good that only he know about.

The only reason why Kyubey is cruel and cold blooded to us, is because we don’t see what he sees.

We relate to the magical girls easily, they’re humans, they have emotions, we have emotions, we can sympathize with people who experience the same thing as us.

But for Kyubey, he is bigger than us, his goal is to maintain stability in the universe, we would probably never be given such a huge responsibility, so we can never understand his actions, which makes him look like an asshole.

When you really think about it, he’s just doing his job, to make sure this entire universe still exist.

That doesn’t mean I like him though, I still hate him.

The ending of this movie, is what made this movie complete.

It’s shocking and heart wrenching, but in a way, it’s not completely unexpected or unreasonable.

Following the lives of these girls, there’s a part of you that will eventually realise that, this is exactly what is gonna happen.

All the things every character did, were logical, and all these actions, eventually leads up to the climax of this story.

I love the direction they took with this, it’s a great decision, it breaks my heart, but that just means they succeeded in achieving what this series is striving for.

What is frustrating me about this movie, is whether will there be a sequel.

The ending left you at a point, that if this is the final end, it will be despair for the fans forever, it can actually be considered a bad ending, a tragedy. It leaves you empty, they take away what we hold preciously and throws it in the shredder, when reminded of this series again, a void will always appear within ourselves.

However, if there is gonna be a sequel, it would drive the whole series back up to a different direction, a hopeful inspiring story that will etched onto the memories of the fans for a really long time, giving the audience a complete conclusion. It will become a classic, something that does not die off even with the test of time.

In conclusion, The Rebellion Story is a perfect movie for the trilogy, however, I won’t consider it an actual ending to the story.

I wish everyone could give this trilogy a chance, and look beyond the fact that it’s Anime.

That’s all, and I’d really like to thank my friend BPRX(Cosplay Meme’s page admin) for helping me buy the tickets for this movie, I’m terrible at booking tickets for limited showings, without his help I wouldn’t be able to have such a great experience watching this movie on the big screen.

Rating: 10/10 – Well designed, well planned, a movie that is here because of the success of the franchise, but not here just for the money.

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Apparently, My Handwriting Sucks May 25, 2013


Growing up there’s always those few things people kept telling you about yourself, things they thought you don’t know and don’t realise, and they need to take up the role of the hero to remind you about it.

For me, those things were:

1.My height

2.My hair length

3.My pale skin tone

4.My handwriting

The first three was pretty much fixed on me, so whenever someone mentions it, I’ll just smile and agrees, yes I am pretty tall, has really long hair, and I am indeed pretty white for an Asian… But when it comes to my handwriting, sometimes I had to disagree.

The story goes like this.

I came to Singapore at the age of 8, my English level was as low as you could possibly imagine, and it’s hard to pick up writing and speaking a new language in a whole new environment that you’re unfamiliar with.

From primary 1 to primary 5, I could still agree with others that my handwriting is indeed pretty terrible, and I always tried my best to improve.

Then during primary 6, when my form teacher, who I still highly respects even till today, mentioned to the entire class that I have terrible handwriting in a pretty harsh tone, it sort of damaged my confidence.

The fact that some bullies in class picked it up and rubbed it in me whenever they wish to bully me didn’t help the situation.

(Long story short about the bullies, I ran to the toilet and cried, then when I got out of the toilet, the situation was reversed and I fought back to them, throwing their papers all over the place and made a mess in the class with all their worksheets, from then on they never dared to bully me again.)

That incident grew into me, and till now, I still can’t forget how damaging it was to my self confidence.

Reason being, I didn’t think my handwriting was THAT bad at that point of time.

My teacher also often praised this classmate of mine, who writes like a robot.

I could never understand how is her tiny boxy handwriting nice, perhaps it was neat, but personally it was an absolute pain to read them.

Many people always mentioned about one thing, ‘You can tell a person’s personality from their handwriting’.

This logic always makes me wonder, exactly what sort of handwriting represents a positive personality?

Is it wrong to write with your own style? Expressing yourself? Or should we all write like robots, with accurate measurement of every letter fitting perfectly onto the paper?

I get extremely defensive of my handwriting as I grew older, whenever teachers mention to me about my handwriting, I just smile and nod, but never actually took in the advice.

Now that I think about it, if they really wanted writing assignments that’s perfectly legible, why not just request for us to type it out and print it?

You know, after reading so much, why not I just show you guys my handwriting, and let you be the judge?

Forgive my lousy phone camera

Yes, I know, some of you are gonna cringe and tell me, ‘your handwriting is pretty bad’.

But you know what, I’m proud of it, I call it cursive, how many people nowadays still writes in cursive?

It’s a personal identity, even if it’s messy to some people, I personally love it.

Just like how we compare Merida and Rapunzel, Merida has hair that looks like she’s having bad hair day all day all night, while Rapunzel looks like she’s got hair that never ever tangles.

Don’t get me wrong, I adore them both.

Most of you probably cringe at Merida’s hair and pray for Rapunzel’s hair, but when you take away Merida’s crazy curls… She’s no longer the same Merida we know.

She will lose a very distinct trait about herself, we’ll no longer see her the same way as before.

We all have that one or few things that no one else appreciates, but we ourselves is absolutely in love with it.

Be it the length of your lashes, the way your hair curls, how you stand… the little things that only you notice.

We all need those things, to feel more like… ourselves.

People always tries to define what is better than the other, what is perfect, such as logic like big eyes are good and small eyes are bad, sharp chin, V-shaped face…

As a result we see beauty pageant contestants looking exactly like each other.

This is why I always hate it when people tell me that I look like or act like someone, even if it doesn’t offends me, but it takes away my exclusive personal identity.

It’s the same with what they’re doing to my handwriting, telling me I should follow a ‘good example’, and become just like them, taking away my form of expression to fit into their definition of good.

So no matter how many times people tell me that my handwriting sucks and I should improve, I’m never gonna change it, even if I ever change it, I’ll let it happen naturally, it flows and goes, nothing forced upon my right hand.

And you, my friend, should also find that few things you’re absolutely stubbornly in love with yourself.

 

The Female Body Size and Confidence Issue – From Guys’ POV? February 20, 2013


Note: I’m not gonna bother to censor any of their names, when you post a comment on a public page, jolly well expect it to be public else where too. I’ll only censor names when conversations are held in a place the other party expect it to be private, like a private chat, or facebook profile.

You can actually consider this to be just a rant.

You can also skip down directly to my opinions on such issues, and ignore this long argument.

Just a while ago, I got into this argument with a guy on the Singapore Poly’s confession page, about whether a fat person love and respect themselves.

Here’s the original confession,

 

Of course, being the Aries I am, I posted a reply.

Some people try to defend the person’s thinking, but I countered it either way.

Then this guy came in, his thinking is almost identical to the person who posted the confession.

My reply.

This guy continued to counter me, but in a way which I believe religious people would.

Then I gave my final reply because at the end of the day, all these argument provided for me was running in circles, just the same thing over and over again.

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I really wish I could speak like TheAmazingAtheist, have a good quality camera, and do this on Youtube instead.

First and foremost, they are guys.

To all my male readers out there, if you’re a guy, don’t try to act like you understand girls well enough.

Because you almost never will, and unless if you’ve been inside the brain of each and every girl on this planet, don’t try to act as though you do.

You can understand the few girls that you’ve dated, your sister, mother, or even grandmother, but that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

There are times even girls do not understand ourselves, but we see through things females do a lot easier than you can.

What seem confident about a girl to you? How much skin she dares to show?

Let me tell you, the more a girl flaunt her body, the less confident she is.

How is that even possible?

Because she’s fishing for you compliment, she wants to flaunt it so as to feel loved and wanted.

Surprising huh?

A true confident lady don’t need to flaunt anything, she don’t need to show her body to you to prove that she’s confident, confidence is an attitude, not an action.

Now moving on to fat pride.

Almost everyone on the comment section assumed that I’m fat… Well I can’t exactly say am I fat or not, but for those of you who had seen me in real life, you can be the judge.

I’m not thin or fit, that’s for sure.

The people on the comment section kept repeating one thing, which is, ‘Fat people have no self love and self respect, they don’t love their body’.

How do you love your body? Love itself is very abstract.

Let me use an apple as an example. I love this apple, so, am I gonna eat it, or not? Because I love it, but love it as in, eating it? Or preserving it and hugging and and taking care of it?

That’s the giant flaw in their argument, how can you define how another person love something else.

A person love his or her body because she simply love and accept everything of themselves, or a person love his or her body because they’re taking care of it?

I hate arguing about abstract things, such as God.

Because there’s no basis to what you’re saying, no real life example, no hard solid evidence which I can counter.

You’re giving me a thinking, an ideal, like making me a castle in the sky, and expect me to jump onto it.

The entire time, these guys were trying to tell me what sort of girls attract them.

Guess what, I don’t give a fuck.

The other guy even tried to do it on a personal level, by telling me I’m unattractive to him.

Guess what, I don’t give a fuck.

I have a boyfriend, so why the fuck do I care? As long as he loves me for me, he thinks I’m attractive, I’m not gonna give a shit to what other guys think.
(Which is the direct evidence my previous post about weight and size issues is valid, the opinion of someone we love is way more important than a stranger’s)

It’s funny, because throughout my argument, I’ve never said anything like, “you should date fat girls, you should be attracted to them’.

The entire time, I was trying to explain that every living human being can have self love and self respect, regardless of their size, race, age, sexual-orientation, anyone can love themselves, why are you saying these people don’t?!

Simply because they don’t follow your lifestyle? They’re not like you?

So can I say that, a guy who takes half nude pictures of themselves and post it online have no self love and respect for himself? Because that’s exactly what he did.

I clicked on his profile, and I see himself taking half nude pictures of himself.

I’m gonna say, you have no self respect for your body because you’re showing it to the entire world.

But no, that’s just my opinion, I can’t force it on you.

In fact that’s not even my opinion, for those of you who still don’t realise it, I’m simply using it as an example.

Yet the entire time, they’re trying to tell me, oh I love a girl who train herself, who lift weights, who stay fit.

Yeah, so the fuck what? I didn’t mention no shit about girls you’re attracted to, you can say, you love girls with D cup boobs, and I won’t give a single fuck.

Because that’s your opinion, something I won’t even bother trying to control or change, why would I? Who are you to me? Not like you’re my 12 year old daughter falling in love with a pedophile.

Actually, I do understand why they keep mentioning it, they’re trying to seek reassurance from me, try to get me to say, ‘yeah those girls are the best, fat chicks are not worthy, everyone should date fit chicks’.

You, my dear reader, should know that I won’t.

I adore fat people, I adore them, I adore how chubby and nice it is to hug them, I fucking love it when they have poise and pride, when they’re happy to be who they are.

I adore fit people, I adore their dedication, I adore how they can be the perfect anatomy model for my drawing assignments, I love the determination in their eyes to reach their own personal goals.

One last thing that got me very annoyed is that, these guys thinks that, if a girl is fit, she must be really confident, if a girl is fat, she must have no confidence at all.

Now, if you’re a guy, let me lead you to explore the female brain a little, if you’re a female, let’s just review on this thing we can all agree on.

99.9% of the females on this planet, are not 100% happy with themselves.

Which brought about the famous Dove advertisement, that told all the ladies, you’re beautiful for who you are, and don’t think otherwise.

If you don’t know about it, here’s a video.

Dove realised one thing, most ladies aren’t happy with themselves, they want to become someone else, usually someone on TV, or megazines, someone who they believe is perfect.

No matter how fit, skinny, plump, fat, tall, short a girl is, they won’t be happy with themselves.

If you think that the lady in a club, her make up is perfect…

Have you ever think about this, why is she wearing make up then? If she’s confident about herself?

If she work out, is she really trying to stay fit, or just because someone told her they don’t have her size for a beautiful dress she saw in a shop?

This is one thing most guys always don’t understand, females are like that, and if your girlfriend ever ask you, is she fat?

Don’t, don’t you dare, don’t you ever tell her, ‘yes’.

The answer is always NO.

Unless if you want to cripple her confidence for the rest of her life, and make her hate herself.

Anorexia and bulimia exist for a reason, people die from it, our society is hard on us, and yet these guys are still trying to tell girls, ‘you’re fat, go work out, if not I won’t even giving you a second look’.

You’d be surprised how many people agreed with the confession, liked it, shared it, hailed the guy who posted the confession as a hero.

You don’t ever, EVER talk about a girl’s size like that, and act like you’re justified.

There are girls, who have the BMI that is considered underweight, who STILL think they’re fat.

And here you are, saying, ‘fat chicks don’t deserve my second look’.

Did you know that, girls who consider themselves as fat, aren’t limited to just girls who are overweight?

Even skinny girls will cry about how they think they’re fat, even the fit girls might feel like they’re not ‘fit’ enough.

The dream girl these guys are looking for, is a mere 0.01% of the entire female population, and might become extinct if these guys continue with their attitude.

I believe those guys barely knew much about love, and you might agree or disagree with me.

But if you love someone, and they grow fat, if you’re giving them up simply because of that, no, you don’t love them.

Love is beyond superficial things like looks or money, love is a choice you make.

You choose to continue loving that person, no matter what they become, no matter whether do they lose a leg or completely have their face ruined, you love them anyway, and never give them up.

That is love, despite the fact I’m a non-religious person, I have a huge respect for the Roman Catholic marriage vow, which is the following.

“I, ____, take you, ____, to be my (husband/wife). I promise to be true to you in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health. I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”

In good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, that is love, not something like, ‘the moment you grow fat, I’ll want to give you up’.

No, that’s not love, that’s just attraction.

That’s end of this long post about somethings in life I just can’t agree with, sorry if you hated it, thank you if you loved it.

Also terribly sorry for my long absence, I’m being honest here, was REALLY busy with school, barely even had time to sleep, but right now it’s my holidays, and I hope I can squeeze more blog posts out of myself.

 

 
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