JOURNAL: Amizadai (Lee Amizadai )

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  • Yatta! Yatta! 2002-05-05 02:38:17 http://www.collegehumor.com/go.php?movie=yattapv.asf
    (indirect link, 7.7 MBs)

    Definitely not work safe... there are men in briefs... and they're dancing. DANCING MEN IN BRIEFS. Brain... curdling... help me... *hand slides down glass pane*

    PS: Check out the granny enjoying the show. 
  • 2002-05-04 12:16:56 Aaargh, it's red! Kill it, kill it! 
  • "Hi. We're the people stuck in the lift." ~ Alarm girl 2002-05-04 03:26:47 I got stuck in the elevator in school yesterday. I spent 2 hours in there, missing my lecture and wishing I had stayed home to sleep like I had been so tempted to that morning.

    I had almost gotten into an earlier lift, but it was too crowded, so I took the lift that came next, with 15 other people. A few seconds after the doors closed, the lift jerked to a halt.

    Silence. Blank looks. After a couple of seconds of futile button pressing, one girl finally went, "Well, I think we should press the bell." She does that, and the security officer answers and tells us he will call the technicians.

    After about 30 minutes of waiting I suggest she call again to ask when the technicians will arrive. The security guy says that the lift-maintainence company is located outside the city. Everyone groans, and about three quarters of us sit down to wait it out. People start calling their friends to tell them about the predicament, and a lecturer stuck in the lift with us has to call someone to pick up the guest lecturer he had been going to meet.

    One gung-ho guy pried open the lift-doors from the inside, and we saw the bottom bit of the doors on the 7th floor above our heads, and the top part of the 6th floor around the vicinity of our knees. We were stuck right between between the 6th and 7th floors.

    It was warm, it was stuffy, and Gung-ho Guy who kept suggesting we climb out through the doors even though the technicians were on their way. I kept imagining the lift car jerking at the wrong moment and cutting the person in half while halfway out. Eww. Imagine the guy's severed torso trapped in the lift with us and entrails festooning the lift shaft from the 7th floor to whichever floor the elevator ended up on.

    People started talking about movie scenes involving elevators and gory death scenes, and how we could save ourselves by jumping at the last moment before impact if the lift suddenly decided to send us plunging to the bottom of the shaft. Gung-ho Guy did a couple of jumps to demonstrate, and people told him to stop. When all that ceased to be entertaining, they fished out their Nokia phones and started playing Snake via infra-red. I fell asleep leaning against the door jamb while others read their magazines. One guy had his friends come to the 6th floor, and they had a conversation in Bahasa Indonesia through the door. It was weird, especially when the voices went up to the 7th floor and the conversation continued.

    Suddenly we felt a jolt and everyone tensed up. A voice came down from on top the elevator, and we realised the technician had arrived and was walking about on top of the lift. He opened the outer door to the 7th floor and said he'd be back in a few minutes with a ladder so we could climb out of the lift via the trapdoor in the top of the lift and from there step out onto the 7th floor, which was level with the top of the lift.

    We were all quite excited with the prospect of seeing the lift shaft from outside the elevator. Gung-ho guy said, "Girls with skirts go up first!"

    While we waited, one of the Asian boys got his friends to hand in his assignment by passing it out to them, and a couple of girls got their friend to fill up their water bottles. I told them it wouldn't be very wise to consume too much fluid until we got out.

    All this time, people were been gathering around the lift, gawking at us as if we were in some kind of display. We were amused at first, but then it started to get uncomfortable, especially because we couldn't see much of them except for their shoes. And that was if we craned our necks. I kept waving at them with a deadpan face hoping they'd go away and gawk at somebody else's misfortune.

    People suggested we take pictures, so I volunteered my camera. I took a couple of shots and passed the camera to someone on the outside so they could take pictures of us inside the lift. Lucky he didn't run off with it. It would have been hard to go after him. I asked people to write down their email addresses on a piece of paper so I could send them the images.

    When the wait for the technician's returned reached the 30 minute mark, Gung-ho Guy persuaded a petite Asian girl to be boosted out onto the top of the lift, probably as a proof of concept that we could get out without the technician. By the time they got her out through the trapdoor amidst alot of giggling and squealing, the technician arrived and told us (through the door) that he couldn't do what he was talking about before with the ladder, because it was against lift safety regulations. Then he looks up to see this Asian girl perched on the top of the lift. He went "No, no no! You can't do that!" but in the end, it was easier to get her out than get her to go back into the lift.

    So anyway, by then the technicians managed to fix the motor. They winched us up to the 7th floor, and opened the doors and everybody flooded out, grateful for the fresh air and a chance to stretch our legs. A couple of us set off running to our respective classes, me included. On hindsight I think I should have stayed a couple of minutes to at least get a last shot of all of us finally out of the lift.

    Anyway, you can see the pictures of the ordeal here:
    http://www.geocities.com/feistyfeline78/stuck_in_a_lift

    When I arrived in class, I realised I had enjoyed my experience in the lift a lot more than if I had atteneded the lecture. For one thing, time passed a lot faster, despite the hours of waiting and doing nothing.


    I've just re-read my account of the event... and boy, it sounds so bloody boring. It wasn't action film material, but neither was it as boring as I made it out to be. I apologise for my lacklustre writing. I'm just really drained from writing my essay. These things suck the life out of you.

    I have other stuff I would like to recount, but I don't think now is a good time... I wouldn't want to make it sound as dead and sullen as I did my lift experience.  
  • Advertising is the new propaganda. 2002-05-02 15:59:40 AD: I haven't watched the entire thing yet, so I can't really comment on the points you brought up. I will keep an eye out for them when I have the time to sit down and watch it. But regarding the classical music/violence juxtaposition, it's been used in quite a few instances, particularly in war films... there's something about contrasting violence and classical music. Even John Woo's done it, in Face Off. But still, I never get tired of it, no matter how many instances I encounter.

    Iserlohn: I know what your lecturer means when he warns you not to sound too positive. The Nazi propaganda machine was amazing. It's hard not to be dazzled, both by the product, and by the process behind it.  
  • There's nowhere to go. Join us. Now. 2002-05-02 15:25:13 Hey Iserlohn, you're studying propaganda too? I'm taking a subject called Propaganda and Persuasion... and I'm trying to finish a 2000 word essay on it by tomorrow. It's taught by a lecturer who had his brother die in the WWII. He got really riled up when he gave the lecture on Nazi propaganda.

    I watched Triumph of the Will in my Documentary Studies class. Fantastic production values. They must have had 50 cameras at the event. I'm amazed that such sophisticated visuals came out of an era that was so new to cinema.


    I downloaded Battle Royale today, watched bits of it. It's a Japanese movie about a bunch of kids put on an island who're told that they have to kill each other in order to survive. It's really violent and gory, but surprisingly engaging. And the angst, oh, the angst! The Japanese are such masters of tragedy.

    Plus the girls are really cute. Uniforms galore!

    And I rediscovered my love for Air on a G String, which was on the soundtrack. Imagine classical music playing while psycho kids murder each other. Hoo... goosebumps all over. What can I say? I'm bloodthirsty.


    Kyburg, I am so sorry. I ate the chocolates I was going to send you. I am evil. I just... couldn't... help myself! I was losing steam over my essay, and was just thinking how much I needed sugar to help my brain chug better, and all of a sudden my mind went to the chocs in the cabinet. I tried to stop myself! But I was weak! Aaargh! I would lop off my hand, but I need it to do my essay. Which reminds me... I've got to get back to it. 
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