Hihi! I am Serene Heng:) I was born on 22 December 1988, a huge baby who weighed over 9 pounds. I grew up in a humble house, raised by my adorable parents. I have two elder sisters, 4 nieces, 1 nephew, and 1 rabbit. Hahaha はじめまして。 どうぞよろしくお願いします！
2015 Resolutions1) Learn how to swim
2) Learn to speak the Japanese language
3) Go for dance classes
4) Take part in Oschool Dance Recital
5) Help my P6 students do well for PSLE
6) Decent savings in my bank
7) Run 100km by 2013
`°•.¸¸.•°` Saturday, March 31, 2012 `°•.¸¸.•°`Last night, I caught the movie, Hunger Games, with the boy. It was a movie with so much hype going on even before the movie was aired. I remember the first time I saw the trailer in the theatre, and immediately I booked the boy for a movie date to watch it. It is impossible to deny that the female lead was an eye candy, and the content itself was so fresh and unique in the movie industry, although it did remind me so much of Battle Royale. But overall, it was a very enjoyable movie. I love movies, especially those that set me thinking. And Hunger Games was one of them.
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Here's the trailer if you haven't watch it.
By watching the trailer itself, one would have known that it was a survivor movie filled with actions and love. All movies revolve around the theme of love. It's inevitable. Sadism was another clear theme. The Hunger Games served as a punishment and a reminder to warn people against rebelling. The game was being telecast across the country like a TV show. What triggers my thoughts was seeing how the metropolitans, or people from the Capitol, would so much desire to watch people kill each other in order to survive. People living in the Capitol worn outfits like clown as their own fashion novelty. Clothed in outrageous striking colours with make-up as thick as clay for both men and women have comfortably legitimised Shakespeare famous words, "All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players." I couldn't help but to joke with the boy that how make-up remover would have been sought for as a necessity in their world.
A few minutes into the games, I told the boy that I would die within a day if I were put to into their battlefield. The boy delightfully replied, " I would just surrender." Hahaha.
I, on the other hand, wished the game did have to go on. It was quite a sight to watch young teenagers being forced to kill one another or be killed. I teared when Rue died. She was such a sweetheart. I was rooting for Katniss all the way, hoping that she would survive the massacre. It was at this very point that the truth hit on me. If I wanted Katniss to win, that would have also infer that all the rest of the "tributes" must die. Then how I am any different from those crazy clowns from the Capitol who betted on the winner? I became one of them, the only difference is that I am watching them watching the Hunger Games. It's like inception. How ironic was that?
What came across your mind? Did you support Katniss like I did?
The tributes were like chess pieces. Those people in the Capitol had the power to alter the landscape of the battleground. Who are they to decide the life or death of those tributes? One thing for sure, Hunger Games left a deep impact in my head. I hated that augmented ferocious bear they planted into the forest. I had the shock of my life when the bears jumped into my face out of the dark. The boy and I was sitting on the third row seats from the front. The bears almost kissed me. The impact lingered. At night, I dreamt of a black bear
attacking my city and everyone went mad. Fortunately, the bear was extremely afraid of the heat from the sun and we had the chance to escape.
At the very end, I asked the boy again, if we were the two last survivors and one had to die, who should live?. He replied conveniently, "Me." Surprised by his answer as to why didn't he want me to live instead, I questioned him for a answer. Then he said, " Because you ignored me when Rue died."
HELLO! Of course ignore you lah! Katniss was doing a simple burial ceremony for Rue and I was crying. It was rude to interrupt the ceremony! HUH!. When Katniss did that kiss on the hand and raise three fingers up into the air, I almost followed, even thought I don't really know what it represented. I just felt so sad. ;(
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Happy Hunger Games, and may the odds be ever in your favor.