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Review and some other...
Posted by Dan. Ee.
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1:44 AM
Frankly, I don't write reviews.
I deem reviews are basically is just one man's opinion about something that people can fall back upon. Reviews about movie, music, even literature, practically dot the seemingly volatile condition of the mass media in the present. Reviews are would, say, something to become a point of reference before anyone would buy a music CD, or a book, or even to purchase a movie ticket. Or in this Internet-slash-Piracy age, the aforementioned items are easily obtained from the vast recesses of the Net.
But piracy and its symbolic greatness of freedom against oppression, is hardly the thing that I would want to elaborate at this moment in time.
My opinion on reviews has been basically the same - not credible and hardly represents the actual value of said items. Hence that's why I do not write reviews. I face the possibility of my writing to be dismissed by some Bieber freak or ripped to shreds by a Twitard.
However, I have read something special that is written by a dear friend, and it somehow drove me to write something about it. Honestly, this friend of mine, a girl, she didn't want me to read her works before and now I still wonder why she let me read this time round. The written material in question is, an obituary that is supposedly an assignment.
Let me blunt for a moment here; obituaries are depressing and hardly the kind of thing you want to read on a Sunday morning. In the newspapers, I doubt anyone would want to flip to the obituaries section in the actual time you get it moments after being tossed by the paperboy in the morning. It's either the sports section or the front page.
There I go again, railing off the track on purpose.
What's different about this particular obituary is that, it is written with a passion so fiery and loving at the same time. It is a work of someone who had loved and lived with the departed and misses her dearly. The language needless to say, it is flawless, with a lot of touching phrases in line with quotes from infamous individuals. But, the selling point of this obituary is that, the emotions that conveyed in every each sentence. As I read, the emotions reached out to me with its caressing fingers, and snaked into the dark recesses of my inner emotions and practically, moved me to bits.
In a light moment, stuff like this are only written with the assistance of Hans Zimmer's Davy Jones Theme. Sombre and somehow uplifting.
That is how the obituary was. The writer did not lament the loss of her dear departed so grievously, but at the same time writes about her deeds and how everyone misses her. Admittedly, it was something that I would want someone to write about me when I actually leave this oh so cruel world.. Morbid much?
If only the lecturer that graded her essay/obituary could read this dear post of mine. I would adjure her to actually give this piece of work a standing ovation in class, and of course a highly distinctive recognition to it. If her lecturer didn't, and assuming the lecturer is a female, I would personally regard this "qualified" person as another cold, heartless academician that only regards flowery words and "witty" phrases. Like there isn't enough already from British comedians or shockingly unfunny Malaysian comedians.
Wrapping this up, I would say to you, my dear writer, continue writing! And keep at it! You are seriously, stupendously amazing.
I deem reviews are basically is just one man's opinion about something that people can fall back upon. Reviews about movie, music, even literature, practically dot the seemingly volatile condition of the mass media in the present. Reviews are would, say, something to become a point of reference before anyone would buy a music CD, or a book, or even to purchase a movie ticket. Or in this Internet-slash-Piracy age, the aforementioned items are easily obtained from the vast recesses of the Net.
But piracy and its symbolic greatness of freedom against oppression, is hardly the thing that I would want to elaborate at this moment in time.
My opinion on reviews has been basically the same - not credible and hardly represents the actual value of said items. Hence that's why I do not write reviews. I face the possibility of my writing to be dismissed by some Bieber freak or ripped to shreds by a Twitard.
However, I have read something special that is written by a dear friend, and it somehow drove me to write something about it. Honestly, this friend of mine, a girl, she didn't want me to read her works before and now I still wonder why she let me read this time round. The written material in question is, an obituary that is supposedly an assignment.
Let me blunt for a moment here; obituaries are depressing and hardly the kind of thing you want to read on a Sunday morning. In the newspapers, I doubt anyone would want to flip to the obituaries section in the actual time you get it moments after being tossed by the paperboy in the morning. It's either the sports section or the front page.
There I go again, railing off the track on purpose.
What's different about this particular obituary is that, it is written with a passion so fiery and loving at the same time. It is a work of someone who had loved and lived with the departed and misses her dearly. The language needless to say, it is flawless, with a lot of touching phrases in line with quotes from infamous individuals. But, the selling point of this obituary is that, the emotions that conveyed in every each sentence. As I read, the emotions reached out to me with its caressing fingers, and snaked into the dark recesses of my inner emotions and practically, moved me to bits.
In a light moment, stuff like this are only written with the assistance of Hans Zimmer's Davy Jones Theme. Sombre and somehow uplifting.
That is how the obituary was. The writer did not lament the loss of her dear departed so grievously, but at the same time writes about her deeds and how everyone misses her. Admittedly, it was something that I would want someone to write about me when I actually leave this oh so cruel world.. Morbid much?
If only the lecturer that graded her essay/obituary could read this dear post of mine. I would adjure her to actually give this piece of work a standing ovation in class, and of course a highly distinctive recognition to it. If her lecturer didn't, and assuming the lecturer is a female, I would personally regard this "qualified" person as another cold, heartless academician that only regards flowery words and "witty" phrases. Like there isn't enough already from British comedians or shockingly unfunny Malaysian comedians.
Wrapping this up, I would say to you, my dear writer, continue writing! And keep at it! You are seriously, stupendously amazing.
