Mad Max: Fury Road, 'the' Eye Candy

Mad Max; Fury Road is an eye candy so sweet, it's deemed to give you diabetes. It has one of the simplest plots in a movie: let's take our heroes in a ride, race them with baddies, and see what happens. But the same seemingly senseless plot acts as a plate to serve what it really aims, a full-time visual spectacle.

It has diverse gimmicky characters, from the horrendous ventilator-assisted grandpa, to the wacky fiery guitarist, and finally to the war-cyclist grandmas. It's as if all the characters in Mortal Kombat, or Kill Bill, or The Raid decided to do a destructive car chase.

And the car chase, oh my... There were trucks, armored cars, motorcycles, god-knows-what scrapped vehicles, hooks, chains, poles, and obviously spilled gasoline. Try imagine them in one picture, and that's what you get.

Sometimes there is meat hidden in the dressing, but in Mad Max: Fury Road, the main course 'is' the dressing. And it is a beautiful one. In the midst of movies with hidden meanings and heavy plot, this is a welcome break. Sometimes all we need is a movie where you can scream, "Holy sh*t!"

"To be loved is great, but to love is great too...!"

- Ifir

And why not?
It involves the action and actualization of me, arguably the most important person we have to deal with in our lives.

Natuna: A Brief Account on Accidents

Three things happened to me while I was in Natuna. I didn’t lose my life, I met an old man, and I lost something dear. All of them involved accidents. Only one is still giving me aches. Two I will write.

The first case is when my life failed to escape me. It had something to do with a car, stumbling backwards, out of control, and down a hill. The engine was dead and the brake was loose. On the car’s right and behind was a cliff. After that, it was a descend of several hundred feet.

There were five of us. We were going out. I remember my glasses were thrown out of the car through the open window. I remember thinking that that was it.
And I remember the car finally stopped before plunging into the ravine.

Minutes before the crash

The accident left us with a broken nose, a torn up upper lip, four disoriented people, and one badass. The badass wasn’t me. It was the first time my legs couldn’t stop trembling, something that I thought had something to do with the steep ground but turned out to be purely hormonal. I was filled with adrenaline.
So no, the badass wasn’t me. The badass was a woman-friend, someone who could see and examine a new patient while we were still admitted to the emergency room, despite the presence of other active-duty doctors, someone who turned out having a habit of snoring on the floor like an exhausted Viking after a raid, and someone who after that said sleep, rose full alert like a Viking on raid day. And she didn’t get hurt in the accident either, which hinted her Vikingly constitution (I’m sorry for the references, I’m hooked with the History Channel show).

Anyway, the experience should count as a near death experience. And as it should, it made me grateful to be alive. It got me to be more cautious, though. I had always been a naive-everything-will-turn-out-fine kind of person. But after the event, even the view of brewing rain before a flight disturbed me. Not to the point of Final Destination visions, but still disturbing. It is a good disturbance I think. It will keep me from doing anything stupid.

The second case didn’t really involve an accident in the sense of the vehicular one. It was only a thing that happened by chance. We (the same culprits involved with the car crash) were visiting a beautiful spot on the beach that had immense round stones scattered around. Out of nowhere, out of darkness, we were greeted by an old man. This is not a ghost story and he was certainly not a ghost. We just didn’t see him because he was standing on a lower level. He turned out to be the owner of the place who was by chance visiting to inspect the place.

The old man

He showed us around and told us his visions about the place, what he wanted to do to make it better. I loved hearing what he had to say. I didn’t know it then but now I think I liked his stories because he represented what I had wanted in life. He was working a project he loved by heart, he seemed to love his wife, and he was filled with gratitude and respect for the realities. He looked like an idealist and yet he looked content. It almost seemed contradictory, the idealism and the real world. But he seemed to pull it through. I want that. I do.

The third case doesn’t have anything to do with vehicles but rather with chances too. It is also the one with aches. However, as I said above, it is a story for another time.

In short, Natuna was great. It’s got its drawbacks but generally it was good. I like how you don’t need to go far to find natural landscapes. I like how everything goes pitch black in the night. I like how the place is not packed with people. I even like how I could see the blue ocean line behind my lodge, peeking through the tight branches of trees. Although of course, after the Viking woman told me that it was actually someone’s blue-colored roof, the view had been a turn-off.

Still, I’m grateful.
Glad I got to experience everything.
I just wish I didn’t have all these deadlines choking me the minute I got back.

Natuna 15

The Burning Meadow

The meadow was on fire. Flames started abruptly, anywhere, in various patches. Their color wasn’t yellow, it was white. The meadow had several stones laid down on it, forming a path and a small sitting area. Flames would form on the grass between the stones, but never on the stones themselves. The sky was dark, and everything was tinted in blue.

I ran as fast as I could, collecting my items scattered across the grass. The grass was green, bluish green with the light, but yet I thought to myself, “This may be an event of spontaneous combustion considering how dry the plants are.” I picked up my laptop cable which was already in a small flame. I panically tried to extinguish it by tapping the cable to the ground. “I hope it’s not broken,” I said to myself. I couldn’t find my laptop.

Suddenly I noticed a soldier in the viccinity. That soldier again, I had met him before. His uniform indicated he was a World War II soldier. The soldier was going to a log cabin that protruded from the hill. The door was large and round, and it had red and blue checkered pattern on it. The soldier knocked the door hardly, but nothing happened. It stayed shut. Somehow I knew, he was looking for his lover.

The log was above my level area. So there was nothing I could do. I wasn’t permitted to go inside yet. To open it, one had to acquire the key from the gnomes who lived in the next cabin. The cabin was just like the first, but less colorful. It was the cabin I was headed to, all running and panicking. I wanted to put my burned items there before I searched for more.

The soldier had to know that the gnomes in my cabin held the key, because after failing, he went straight to it. He arrived before I did, and knocked the round door hardly. It opened, and showed that its inside was divided into two levels, a higher half of circle and a lower one. A gnome was standing on the higher half. To my surprise, he was large, maybe even larger than me. He’s just shaped like an ordinary gnome. He wore long pants with straps and a shirt with long sleeves and vertical stripes. His clothes looked old, and they looked like something a lumberjack would wear in children’s stories.

The gnome parted his mouth but didn’t produce any sound. Perhaps he was about to say something to the new guest before the soldier stopped him. The soldier had pulled out his small caliber gun and put it up, right in front of the gnome’s face. “Where is the crystal key?” he asked. “I need to find my girl!”

-April 18th, 2015-

Love Me Hardly

In the light of Fifty Shades of Grey movie coming out, I had a talk about sadomasochism with a girl-friend. She had a thing with sadomasochism videos and I wanted to know what the practice truly meant, at least for her. The only thing I knew at the time was that it meant a love for inflicting/receiving pain in a sexual activity. However, what she revealed next got me thinking.

A Best Man's Speech

Since I believe it is customary for the best man to say something about the bride and groom, even when the matrimony was already done five days ago, I will still do it... in writing of course.

So here it goes.

I have known the groom for twelve years now, and for the first several years, I honestly thought that he was actually a robot. All I saw was that he had limited sets of mood, which were friendly and even friendlier. Never did he show another hint of emotions. This inhumane quality plus the fact that he never showed any extra excitement when encountering members of the different sex put me to believe that he was deprived of any organic tissue.

This view had a slight change when the robot had what can be argued as a relationship with female Homo sapiens. However, it was quickly transpired that although he showed a degree of fleshy interest for women, he lacked what a real human had, which was a heart that could feel. He was as cold as the Lich King’s throne. This was also made worse by his deeply analytical mind and his strong tendency to weigh and evaluate, probably stemming from the ray of his celestial sign, Libra. He had complaints for every female that had the unfortunate opportunity of falling in love with him. Mind you, the robot was not a handsome contraption. His head was eerily almost a perfect sphere, yet this did not stop him from finding more and more dissatisfaction about his partners.

Things took for a drastic turn, however, when a female Homo sapiens, simply called Angie, entered the robot’s life. The robot was finally dazzled, his complaints reduced to almost nothing. She also got him, the creature whose primary directive regarding women seemed to be fight or flight, to want to spend the rest of his life with her. As incredible as it sounds, I can say that I was at the very least surprised about this. Angie was beautiful, kind, smart, and caring with a hint of Thatcher persona. No wonder the robot stopped searching.

So there it was... the robot and his human female counterpart.
But, my story is not yet finished.

When the priest who led their holy matrimony asked Angie what she thought was the robot’s not-so-desired trait, she answered, “His insensitivity.” Knowing the robot’s history I couldn’t agree more. However, what happened next got me wondering. The fact that the robot constantly produced serous secretions from the corners of his eyes during mass posed several questions for me. First, “Does the robot really possess lacrimal glands?” And second, “Is the robot really a heartless bastard?” But, the answer came to me faster than he could mutter, “I do.” Perhaps, he was not a robot for a long time anymore. Perhaps he was then already a simple human being. Perhaps, he had found, in all intents and purposes, his long lost heart.
It was Angie all the time.

So there it was... the groom and the bride, the heart of his life.

Metaphors aside, I’ve always believed that marriage is a constant struggle. So, if someone were to ask me whether the bride and groom would face hardships, I would surely answer, “Of course.”
Marriage is hard work. It requires strong partnership, trust, humility, loyalty, and a whole lot of love. It’s always hard to bring two different personalities under one roof, let alone for a lifetime.

But metaphors aside, if someone were to ask me whether I had the slightest doubt if they could make it, I would faithfully say, “Hell no.”
This is Ivan and Angie we’re talking about, the dynamic pediatrician duo with friends and contacts more than the population of any small town in East Borneo. It’s the best complementing, highly spirited, and loving team you can get. I have faith in them as much as I have faith in Jesse and Celine from Before Sunrise, and coming from me, you know it’s special.

So here is to the bride and groom.
May the Lord Almighty, bless them with an ever growing friendship, love, joy, and all the peace in the world.