you can hear the black poison lacing through her voice.
that every word is a thick pungent poison wanting to come out.
exposing itself, even if for her, it was unintentional
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
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* I know this is some lazy thing to do but I love this blog...and I am currently addicted to reading at thought catalog, so bear with it all. >:)))
What you can do instead of loving someone you can't be with
By 
Instead of loving someone you can’t be with, fictionalize them. Reimagine your encounters as dreams: the kind you wake up from, shake off, disregard; not the kind you journal, analyze, relay relentlessly to bored friends. Treat them like the subject of a poem that tickles you in the chest cavity but only very slightly, a poem you copy paste publish on the internet and forget about soon as you read something else worthwhile, something that moves you to repeat the process like you’ve never read poetry before. Think of them the way you remember characters from books you haven’t read in a while; fondly but vaguely and all smudged ’round the edges.
You can fill your days with hobbies, god knows unrequited love swallows free time like it’s air. Why not begin running, learn to get away, and fast. Or you could read a few novels, is there a more efficient way to stack your life with characters who will eventually leave? Because that seems to be the type that attracts you, the ones you know will end before they begin. You can knit, keep your fingers busy and away from the phone and away from that soft patch of skin you like to hold when you’re alone, to remember. You can finally learn to swim, because it’s summertime and there’s nothing else to do and you’re so good at holding your breath, anyway.
Remind yourself that you are other things besides in love and hopeless and sort of sad in the saddest way possible like, you are also a friend or a son daughter or an employee student and also a thinker, a doer, a person who lives and has lived before this sad, sad mess came to pass. Think about when you were a five-year-old on a beach somewhere collecting shells and digging moats and chasing strangers through the sand because you were about the same height and had the same castle-building interests and wore almost-matching swimsuits. Remember when you were a 10-year-old who wore smiling faces on t-shirts and backpacks and scrunchies and when you were a 13-year-old who was ashamed for having done so. Remember when you were 17 and began to form a soft casing around your stomach that spoke to your affinity for beer, remember when you turned 21 and spent the night spinning and drinking and kissing the best friends you’ll ever have. Remember whatever age you were the first time you had your heart broken and how the pain felt endless until it ended and then it was like you’d imagined it all, a fever dream of a romance. Uncountable things to define who you are, and the only one you toil over is the one you’re not permitted to have you silly, silly…
Go be silly with someone else and maybe you won’t love them, but maybe you will. Maybe you’ll see-saw between having everything and nothing to say to one another until you’re wearing each other’s weight and finding yourselves somewhere in the middle. Maybe in a rush of words they’ll say something arbitrary that for some reason makes your stomach smile, you know, tickles you in ways that a copy paste publish poem can’t. Maybe you’re unsure because you’ve already invested your thoughts and feelings elsewhere without yielding any profit or interest; maybe you feel safer holding on to what’s already failed because that failure is familiar and comfortable and you wear it so well. But maybe — and this is just another suggestion — maybe you can try again, instead of loving someone you can’t be with.
Read more at http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/what-you-can-do-instead-of-loving-someone-you-cant-be-with/#yjWaKYYdKKViEBH7.99
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more thought catalog bombs:
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/im-going-to-break-my-own-heart/
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/im-going-to-break-my-own-heart/
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/sometimes-youre-the-one-whos-wanted/
* I tried copying the whole thing here but it turns out bad, so here are the links instead.
* I tried copying the whole thing here but it turns out bad, so here are the links instead.
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Musings Lately:
1. I wonder how the guys I wrote my prose, poetry, etc. about would react when they read what I wrote about them. I wonder.
2. I wonder what my 12 year old and 16 year old self would think about my 22 year old self.
1. I wonder how the guys I wrote my prose, poetry, etc. about would react when they read what I wrote about them. I wonder.
2. I wonder what my 12 year old and 16 year old self would think about my 22 year old self.
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Brewing another blog.
A more responsible, presentable, filtered, themed blog.
That requires work.
:)
I got jealous of my little sister having these comments
from strangers that her works are good.
And I want comments from strangers, good or bad,
corrective and/or destructive.
Sometimes, I also want to be read.
But I am not saying good bye to this blog.
This blog is primarily for writing,
for letting out those somethings that want to be out.
Sometimes, writing doesn't have to be read. :D
A more responsible, presentable, filtered, themed blog.
That requires work.
:)
I got jealous of my little sister having these comments
from strangers that her works are good.
And I want comments from strangers, good or bad,
corrective and/or destructive.
Sometimes, I also want to be read.
But I am not saying good bye to this blog.
This blog is primarily for writing,
for letting out those somethings that want to be out.
Sometimes, writing doesn't have to be read. :D
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Another thought catalog blog. (This is Myla's fault)
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/i-like-your-flaws/
comments extracted from the page that caught my attention:
http://thoughtcatalog.com/2011/i-like-your-flaws/
comments extracted from the page that caught my attention:
Monday, September 24, 2012
Friday, September 21, 2012
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thoughtcatalog.com overload
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/stop-telling-that-pathetically-in-love-dude-to-just-get-over-it/
- this is written so wittingly, so funny. I love it. I was smiling the whole time. It is funny, but it is true. I love it. :D
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/how-to-want-someone-you-cant-have/
-cute.
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/and-i-miss-you/
-thoughtful and sweet.
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/21-questions-i-have-for-people-in-long-term-relationships/
- questions worth asking.
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/i-want-to-take-care-of-you/
- sweet. (with promises, the cynic in me doubt.)
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/stop-telling-that-pathetically-in-love-dude-to-just-get-over-it/
- this is written so wittingly, so funny. I love it. I was smiling the whole time. It is funny, but it is true. I love it. :D
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/how-to-want-someone-you-cant-have/
-cute.
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/and-i-miss-you/
-thoughtful and sweet.
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/21-questions-i-have-for-people-in-long-term-relationships/
- questions worth asking.
* http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/i-want-to-take-care-of-you/
- sweet. (with promises, the cynic in me doubt.)
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*http://thoughtcatalog.com/2012/you-like-reading-you-are-so-special/
This is obviously a jab on "Date a Girl who Reads".
I've posted it before and I'll post it again. Because I love it.
“You should date a girl who reads.
― Rosemarie Urquico
Obviously, I am a girl who reads (or used to). I really don't think that this is an elitist piece of literature. It doesn't shove other girls who do not read down, or push girls who read up on a pedestal. For me, it is just putting the spotlight on the girl who reads. Nothing more. It just shed some light on the girl who likes getting lost in a story. And it was beautifully written, so maybe it came out as intimidating, or something. But it is heart warming. It is merely waving to the world that "hey! girls who read have so much to offer, than just being boring, the way that they are usually viewed". There's nothing wrong about it. Elitist or self-back-patting. It is not a girl-who-reads' fault that she can express her self better in syntax compared to other girls. And I really don't think girls who read are rare. All my life, girls around me read. I don't feel so special reading. I never felt special with just the fact that I read, or read more than others do. Never. and Never will. People just think that not a lot of people read, but I think a lot of people do. This piece of literature is not telling the world that girls who read are special and rare, this piece of literature is telling the world how, in what ways, girls who read are different.
This is obviously a jab on "Date a Girl who Reads".
I've posted it before and I'll post it again. Because I love it.
“You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or if she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”
― Rosemarie Urquico
Obviously, I am a girl who reads (or used to). I really don't think that this is an elitist piece of literature. It doesn't shove other girls who do not read down, or push girls who read up on a pedestal. For me, it is just putting the spotlight on the girl who reads. Nothing more. It just shed some light on the girl who likes getting lost in a story. And it was beautifully written, so maybe it came out as intimidating, or something. But it is heart warming. It is merely waving to the world that "hey! girls who read have so much to offer, than just being boring, the way that they are usually viewed". There's nothing wrong about it. Elitist or self-back-patting. It is not a girl-who-reads' fault that she can express her self better in syntax compared to other girls. And I really don't think girls who read are rare. All my life, girls around me read. I don't feel so special reading. I never felt special with just the fact that I read, or read more than others do. Never. and Never will. People just think that not a lot of people read, but I think a lot of people do. This piece of literature is not telling the world that girls who read are special and rare, this piece of literature is telling the world how, in what ways, girls who read are different.
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* I am waiting...
waiting for something to leap off the page.
*This is the first September that I don't feel excited about (or second).
I have always been waiting for September...and when September comes
I've always been waiting on September. Like something magical or fantastic,
amazing, life-changing (in a good way) is coming up. September always
felt like an early morning drizzle, cold, wet, calming, exciting, new.
but not this September. Or is it just me. I have stopped waiting for
it. Stopped waiting on it.
waiting for something to leap off the page.
*This is the first September that I don't feel excited about (or second).
I have always been waiting for September...and when September comes
I've always been waiting on September. Like something magical or fantastic,
amazing, life-changing (in a good way) is coming up. September always
felt like an early morning drizzle, cold, wet, calming, exciting, new.
but not this September. Or is it just me. I have stopped waiting for
it. Stopped waiting on it.
The Clock on the Morning Lenape Building
The Clock on the Morning Lenape Building
Must Clocks be circles?
Time is not a circle.
Suppose the Mother of All Minutes started
right here, on the sidewalk
in front of the Morning Lenape Building, and the parade
of minutes that followed--each of them, say, one inch long--
headed out that way, down Bridge Street.
Where would Now be? This minute?
Out past the moon?
Jupiter?
The nearest star?
Who came up with minutes, anyway?
Who needs them?
Name one good thing a minute's ever done.
They shorten fun and measure misery.
Get rid of them, I say.
Down with minutes!
And while you're at it--take hours
with you too. Don't get me started
on them.
Clocks--that's the problem.
Every clock is a nest of minutes and hours.
Clocks strap us into their shape.
Instead of heading for the nearest star, all we do
is corkscrew.
Clocks lock us into minutes, make Ferris wheel
riders of us all, lug us round and round
from number to number,
dice the time of our lives into tiny bits
until the bits are all we know
and the only question we care to ask is
"What time is it?"
As if minutes could tell.
As if Arnold could look up at this clock on
the Lenape Building and read:
15 Minutes till Found.
As if Charlie's time is not forever stuck
on Half Past Grace.
As if a swarm of stinging minutes waits for Betty Lou
to step outside.
As if love does not tell all the time the Huffelmeyers
need to know.”
― Jerry Spinelli, Love, Stargirl
*World's favorite poem. LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE this poem. :D
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*I am not the person I was before because I don't have energy.
I don't have that energy anymore.
Let's take for example,
I am the type of person who cares about what is fair and just.
I didn't realize how much energy fighting for fairness and justice,
even with small things, requires.
And how little it moves the world.
How little it changes the world.
And at times it even emits negative energies, one wouldn't
want to be thrown in one's way.
So I stopped, halted. Took a break.
Took it slow. In a temporary hiatus.
I don't know how to call it but like most things that I used
to be, it's in a slumber.
* "I mean I love writing and drawing and there's nothing that makes me happier in the world, save for eating, but being passionate doesn't make you great. It doesn't mean that when you're completely in love with something, it is meant for you. Being passionate at most times, just makes you passionate - nothing more."
- One of my sisters wrote this on her blog, and I couldn't agree with her more.
Being passionate about something doesn't mean you're good at that something. Not great, not even good. I mean one can love singing and suck, I mean really suck at it. Right? And where does that leave you? Passionate. Just plain passionate. And not even all the passion in the world could push you to being great, remarkable. But the thing is, being passionate doesn't have to mean that you mean to be grand, great and remarkable. Passion is a drive, passion is life. So, I think, whether we suck, we thrive, we are good or great with what we are passionate about, the point is that we have passion. We have something that makes us feel alive more than just mere existing. Passion is passion. And if you let passion leave you, what is there that is left of you?
Then why the hell am I not writing anymore? Why the hell am I not taking as much pictures as I want to? Why the hell am I not traveling as much as I really want to? Simple, energy. There's no driving force that drives me towards these things. There's no inspiration. The feeling and the thought that after chasing for these things, you'd only get temporary highs that you have to work for again and again. Not to mention money. Life is not all that easy without money, and I think a person is a hypocrite when one says pursuing one's passion without money is enough.
So what's the point of being passionate? Actually, what's the point of being all these? Having to put up energy for what, for existence, for what? Please answer me.
I don't have that energy anymore.
Let's take for example,
I am the type of person who cares about what is fair and just.
I didn't realize how much energy fighting for fairness and justice,
even with small things, requires.
And how little it moves the world.
How little it changes the world.
And at times it even emits negative energies, one wouldn't
want to be thrown in one's way.
So I stopped, halted. Took a break.
Took it slow. In a temporary hiatus.
I don't know how to call it but like most things that I used
to be, it's in a slumber.
* "I mean I love writing and drawing and there's nothing that makes me happier in the world, save for eating, but being passionate doesn't make you great. It doesn't mean that when you're completely in love with something, it is meant for you. Being passionate at most times, just makes you passionate - nothing more."
- One of my sisters wrote this on her blog, and I couldn't agree with her more.
Being passionate about something doesn't mean you're good at that something. Not great, not even good. I mean one can love singing and suck, I mean really suck at it. Right? And where does that leave you? Passionate. Just plain passionate. And not even all the passion in the world could push you to being great, remarkable. But the thing is, being passionate doesn't have to mean that you mean to be grand, great and remarkable. Passion is a drive, passion is life. So, I think, whether we suck, we thrive, we are good or great with what we are passionate about, the point is that we have passion. We have something that makes us feel alive more than just mere existing. Passion is passion. And if you let passion leave you, what is there that is left of you?
Then why the hell am I not writing anymore? Why the hell am I not taking as much pictures as I want to? Why the hell am I not traveling as much as I really want to? Simple, energy. There's no driving force that drives me towards these things. There's no inspiration. The feeling and the thought that after chasing for these things, you'd only get temporary highs that you have to work for again and again. Not to mention money. Life is not all that easy without money, and I think a person is a hypocrite when one says pursuing one's passion without money is enough.
So what's the point of being passionate? Actually, what's the point of being all these? Having to put up energy for what, for existence, for what? Please answer me.
Monday, September 17, 2012
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Life is not fair. My life this past few days have been a struggle and it has been a pendulum and its swings to the tune of "life is not fair". People always complain that life is not fair. Well it isn't and nobody said it would be. And the truth is "life is not fair" is not bad at all. It is a double edged sword. Life is not fair and it can swing both ways. Life is not fair every time you get something you didn't work hard for, some thing you didn't work for at all. When you have some thing you relatively don't deserve. Something you didn't pray for but still have. And sometimes when good things happen to you, someone somewhere out there is saying "life is not fair". Not that life is a perfect balance of things, that when somebody says life is not fair in a bad way, someone would say life is not fair in a good way. Because let's face it, nobody ever says life is not fair in a good way. We just give thanks that life is good, or sometimes we don't even realize that life is being good. Sometimes, it is just about perspective. And i hope some time in your life, you'd say life is not fair, life is good, life is great.
Sent from my iPod
Sent from my iPod
Monday, September 10, 2012
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I've decided to pack my itouch with loads of movies because for one, my so called movie collection is piling up and my watching rate is not keeping up and that i think i am more "enticed" to watch when it is on my itouch, meaning i can watch while lying on my back or on my side, or on my stomach. Anyway, here's the update:
1.) It's Kind of a Funny Story - it's a mental institution kind of a movie. Reminds me of Paulo Coelho's "Veronika decides to die.". It is freeing, the movie. It gives the feeling that a mental institution is far more accepting of who you truly are than the so called real world. Because there's no such thing as expectations there, or there might be not so much. No pressure.:D
I like this movie. :D
2.) Mr. Magorium's Wonder Emporium. - I like/love the kid, Eric. I like that he has a hat collection that he wears, which is good. And he said "What's the use of them, if he won't wear them?", not an exact quote but it's the gist. And I like the fact that he has this "tiny yellow lights" in his room. And that he made a "universe" inside the hospital room of Mr. Magorium. And he was absolutely adorable when he was trying to make friends with Henry, the mutant (accountant). I like Henry too. For that, I don't really like Natalie Portman here, kind of awkward and annoying. (I know, I use the word annoying a lot but there's just no substitute to the word annoying, in describing how I feel about things, people and characters.). Yes, she is absolutely beautiful, but it just didn't connect with me. And the fact that her character was in a frustrating situation didn't help. Mr. Magorium, on one hand, is yet another annoying character. I don't like the way he talks. And even though, I am a fan of weird, well let's just say he's not my kind of weird.
3.) Happy Thankyoumoreplease -I like this movie. I like Rasheen, the kid who draws and I like Annie. My favorite lines in this movie is "Thank you. More Please. That with gratitude, the universe is eternally abundant." And I like the way Annie dresses herself. :D This movie is nice.
4.) Think Like A Man - This is a romantic comedy with african-americans as protagonist. I enjoyed this movie. It is funny and sweet. I've been talking "black" ever since. :))) I have to stop doing that. :)))
5.) Closer - Good lord. This movie is so complicated. Emotionally exhausting. And gaaaaah! it is just so complicated and exhausting, did I mention that?! Ahm yeah. that's it. Although, the last clip of Natalie Portman's character was absolutely stunning. :D
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
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I was worrying how I would make this one cohesive. but I thought, "These are snippets dude they don't need to be cohesive." And yeah. What the hell.
*I am uninspired. It's the worst uninspired days/weeks/months/time of my entire life. There is just no looking forward to ANYTHING. Anything AT ALL. I am only living through the movies that I watch and the books that I am reading (yes I am reading again. will elaborate on that later.). In short, the perfect temporary escapism. I don't know anymore. I just don't know. I only look forward on Sundays. And that's just about it. I am counting the days before I get to swim. I love swimming. I wake up on Sundays earlier than I do on weekdays and Saturdays but I don't mind. But I mind waking up on weekdays and Saturdays. There's just no reason to wake up to. To get out of bed. There's just none.
*http://lattelav.tumblr.com - once upon a time, i would think of this site at us sanctuary, a haven. I used to love this kind of elaborate. this kind of beautiful. but know. it's just too much for me. too much detail. too elaborate. too much. not that it's not beautiful, actually it is really beautiful but it's not the same for me anymore. I used to love fairies and this kind of beautiful but before I turned 18, I just stopped. Without even being conscious that I have stopped.
*Sarina and I had been watching tagalog movies in the cinemas lately. I only have three criteria to watch a movie at the cinemas. One, it's a movie best enjoyed in the big screen. Two, it's a movie I couldn't wait to watch. And Three, it's a tagalog movie. Why no. 3? For one, let's support our own industry the ones that are worth or seemingly worth supporting. Two, I find it hard to download tagalog movies. So if you know how to easily download tagalog movies please tell me. Thanks.
*Having that said, here's the update to the movie front:
- The Reunion. - yes the tagalog one starring young actors and actresses. This I will just say, but Megan Young is beautiful with a punch! :D. Xian Lim, turns out a little less annoying in the movie than I have perceived him to be. Enrique Gil was cute. Kean Cipriano is really a good actor. I have appreciated the way he acted in "Ang Babae sa Septic Tank" and he didn't let down on this one. Enchong Dee, well...hmm.. no comment. Literally. :p
- The Fall. - is so beautiful! so so beautiful! It's like a very beautiful collection of moving pictures. (When I thought and said "moving pictures", I thought that probably the word movies came from the phrase "moving pictures". movies = moving + pictures. Anyway, I have no basis whatsoever to that, it's just me.) It is one of the things you'd want to always carry in your pocket. At times when you think the world is dull and you need inspiration. You'd be able to just pick it out of your pocket and watch it and everything would be okay.
Lee Pace's eyes. Gahd. His eyes are so beautiful. It's not fair that a guy has that kind of eyes. Really. And Catinca Untaru is just so cute. so cute. You'd love to cuddle her all day long.
I cried watching this movie. It's awfully endearing.
And because of this movie, all the other movies I have intended to watch had a backseat. I wanted to watch movies that are somehow like The Fall. This lead me to the "Big Fish".
- Big Fish - this movie stars Ewan McGregor. And with this movie I realize I am not a fan of him. :P. His characters are always cocky and yes, annoying. So, I associate his characters with him, which is wrong but I can't help it. I didn't appreciate the first part of the movie but as it went along it gradually grew on me. It's a story-telling kind of movie and anything that has lots of story-telling is always okay in my book. I liked the story about the witch with a glass eye that when you looked at it, you'd know how you'd die. I guess, it is nice to know how you would go out of this world. Like Edward Bloom said, at least you'd know that you'd get through anything before you die. So, whatever situation you are you'd know you'd be okay and it won't be the end of you. I started having the same notion when I had my so called fortune told. Not that I believed in them a hundred percent but if what I was told was true, I'd get through this current mishaps in my life. And I think that, that slight percentage of assurance will do, for now. Anyway, it is fascinating to see a young and not-yet-annoying miley cyrus in this movie. There's also a filipino ventriloquist in this movie, who talks in front of this foreign soldiers using tagalog.
- Do bi do bi doo - this movie could have been so much better. It failed my expectation. I mean, knowing the creativity of Filipinos, this is such a let down. The music is nice of course but that's it. The story was "pilit". It doesn't jive at all. Like the plot of the story was made by some high school students. The concept was really really nice and the movie could have been a lot lot more than how it turned out. I love the "Batang-bata ka pa" and "Blue Jeans" portion but that's as far as I can praise it. Not that it was boring, or downright not good. It just doesn't live up to my expectation. (Sarina and I were a running commentary of the movie. And we sort of unconsciously talked a little louder than we're supposed to. Forgetting that we were not in the private confines of our room where we usually watch a movie. This is why I like watching at home where I can hit pause and play whenever I want to. Not to mention subtitles. So we won't miss a thing while commenting or thinking aloud.)
-The Little Rascals - this movie is uberly cute. :D The kids are cute and witty. I especially love porky. :D "Dear Darla, I hate your stinkin' guts. You make me vomit. You are scum between my toes. Love, Alfalfa." :D They are all so adorably cute. "Quick! What's the number for 911?!" -Buckwheat. But this movie was in 1994 so all this adorable kids are all grown up now. They're probably my age or just a couple of years older.
*I am uninspired. It's the worst uninspired days/weeks/months/time of my entire life. There is just no looking forward to ANYTHING. Anything AT ALL. I am only living through the movies that I watch and the books that I am reading (yes I am reading again. will elaborate on that later.). In short, the perfect temporary escapism. I don't know anymore. I just don't know. I only look forward on Sundays. And that's just about it. I am counting the days before I get to swim. I love swimming. I wake up on Sundays earlier than I do on weekdays and Saturdays but I don't mind. But I mind waking up on weekdays and Saturdays. There's just no reason to wake up to. To get out of bed. There's just none.
*http://lattelav.tumblr.com - once upon a time, i would think of this site at us sanctuary, a haven. I used to love this kind of elaborate. this kind of beautiful. but know. it's just too much for me. too much detail. too elaborate. too much. not that it's not beautiful, actually it is really beautiful but it's not the same for me anymore. I used to love fairies and this kind of beautiful but before I turned 18, I just stopped. Without even being conscious that I have stopped.
*Sarina and I had been watching tagalog movies in the cinemas lately. I only have three criteria to watch a movie at the cinemas. One, it's a movie best enjoyed in the big screen. Two, it's a movie I couldn't wait to watch. And Three, it's a tagalog movie. Why no. 3? For one, let's support our own industry the ones that are worth or seemingly worth supporting. Two, I find it hard to download tagalog movies. So if you know how to easily download tagalog movies please tell me. Thanks.
*Having that said, here's the update to the movie front:
- The Reunion. - yes the tagalog one starring young actors and actresses. This I will just say, but Megan Young is beautiful with a punch! :D. Xian Lim, turns out a little less annoying in the movie than I have perceived him to be. Enrique Gil was cute. Kean Cipriano is really a good actor. I have appreciated the way he acted in "Ang Babae sa Septic Tank" and he didn't let down on this one. Enchong Dee, well...hmm.. no comment. Literally. :p
- The Fall. - is so beautiful! so so beautiful! It's like a very beautiful collection of moving pictures. (When I thought and said "moving pictures", I thought that probably the word movies came from the phrase "moving pictures". movies = moving + pictures. Anyway, I have no basis whatsoever to that, it's just me.) It is one of the things you'd want to always carry in your pocket. At times when you think the world is dull and you need inspiration. You'd be able to just pick it out of your pocket and watch it and everything would be okay.
Lee Pace's eyes. Gahd. His eyes are so beautiful. It's not fair that a guy has that kind of eyes. Really. And Catinca Untaru is just so cute. so cute. You'd love to cuddle her all day long.
I cried watching this movie. It's awfully endearing.
And because of this movie, all the other movies I have intended to watch had a backseat. I wanted to watch movies that are somehow like The Fall. This lead me to the "Big Fish".
- Big Fish - this movie stars Ewan McGregor. And with this movie I realize I am not a fan of him. :P. His characters are always cocky and yes, annoying. So, I associate his characters with him, which is wrong but I can't help it. I didn't appreciate the first part of the movie but as it went along it gradually grew on me. It's a story-telling kind of movie and anything that has lots of story-telling is always okay in my book. I liked the story about the witch with a glass eye that when you looked at it, you'd know how you'd die. I guess, it is nice to know how you would go out of this world. Like Edward Bloom said, at least you'd know that you'd get through anything before you die. So, whatever situation you are you'd know you'd be okay and it won't be the end of you. I started having the same notion when I had my so called fortune told. Not that I believed in them a hundred percent but if what I was told was true, I'd get through this current mishaps in my life. And I think that, that slight percentage of assurance will do, for now. Anyway, it is fascinating to see a young and not-yet-annoying miley cyrus in this movie. There's also a filipino ventriloquist in this movie, who talks in front of this foreign soldiers using tagalog.
- Do bi do bi doo - this movie could have been so much better. It failed my expectation. I mean, knowing the creativity of Filipinos, this is such a let down. The music is nice of course but that's it. The story was "pilit". It doesn't jive at all. Like the plot of the story was made by some high school students. The concept was really really nice and the movie could have been a lot lot more than how it turned out. I love the "Batang-bata ka pa" and "Blue Jeans" portion but that's as far as I can praise it. Not that it was boring, or downright not good. It just doesn't live up to my expectation. (Sarina and I were a running commentary of the movie. And we sort of unconsciously talked a little louder than we're supposed to. Forgetting that we were not in the private confines of our room where we usually watch a movie. This is why I like watching at home where I can hit pause and play whenever I want to. Not to mention subtitles. So we won't miss a thing while commenting or thinking aloud.)
-The Little Rascals - this movie is uberly cute. :D The kids are cute and witty. I especially love porky. :D "Dear Darla, I hate your stinkin' guts. You make me vomit. You are scum between my toes. Love, Alfalfa." :D They are all so adorably cute. "Quick! What's the number for 911?!" -Buckwheat. But this movie was in 1994 so all this adorable kids are all grown up now. They're probably my age or just a couple of years older.
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