Monday 27 January 2014

p.Show - 衣锦还乡

The last part is here:   Show - 非常完美 (2014)

The show is here:   衣錦還鄉 [微電影]

衣锦还乡(或作“衣锦荣归”),穿着华丽的锦缎衣服回到家乡,在中国多指官员回到出生地或少时长期生活的地方探亲访友,其意与光宗耀祖类似,多用于仕途通达之人。衣锦还乡属中性词语,但不同的人会对其赋予不同的理解,正方认为是一种积极的荣誉,是对个人成就的肯定,是褒义;反方则认为是一种自我或家族炫耀,是贬义。

In this festive season, how many of us dare to claim that we have achieved this? I think not many. Even with the best intent and purpose, I have epic failed.

As written in all gal books, there was not a single occasion that one can make amend. The only option left is to move on and hope that the next person I encounter would be greater than the sum of parts.

I have tried my best. I can therefore only hope for the best.

In the show:
  • Criminal - He took the fall for 10 years and the ring leader promised him $100k as part of the agreement. When he finally returned, his mother disapproved. His wife ran off with another gang member. His $100k was also makaned. In short, he returned home empty, crippled and jobless. His mother has no respect for him.
  • Young Gal - She returned hoping to find a nice house built, but instead found a shell. Her father explained that her $100k was no where enough for the building of the house. She found out that he has gambled away the money. She has hope that the money would have built-up a nice house where all members of the family (including the mother) could be reunited and live under one roof. She went off disappointed and never return.
  • Old Man - He returned after 32 years of work, to find that his son "married" off to a faraway place and when his son left, his son's wife cried herself blind and died. He managed to locate his son's address and the son agreed to bring him over. He refused and claimed that he is already home.
Chinaman has a great way of doing hard hitting themes. This I must give it to them. They wave their poverty as an excuse to do crime, to gamble (as there were no other meaningful activity in the village), to elope, to fuck another man and to exonerate one-self from all responsibilities.

I am sick to the core that my skin remained yellow, i.e., self-loafing. I am sure the other races are just as bad. The shit-skin is definitely in the same class as the yellow-skin, given their long cultural history. The pinoy-skin is not far either. Civilization has taught us nothing, except cunning, deceit and trickery. Even the Sun Tzu must advocate in his last and most important concluding chapter that we have to use deceitful spies to complete our tasks.

I know life is tough on that fucken little island. What makes you think that it is any easier in other parts of the world? We only just have to huddle together and try.  If one were to work hard and be extremely happy with what we already have. We wouldn't need so much want. We can always have the companionship of family and friends.

I am of course no saint. I cannot hope for a blissful end. But, I do hope in this festive season all kins are well.

That fucken little island is getting more and more poisonous. Even my childhood friends are going at each other's throat. Why? I asked. For that few crumbs of bread dropped from the table? The world is so big. Why? I asked again. Isn't there more to life than to compare, compete and connive? Isn't there better activity than to go at one another or for that matter, any throat. It was not just one on one, but gang versus gang. The few whites I knew are also going at each other's throat. This world is crazy.

Let's enjoy the show ...

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