I am coming home again. Even though I have psyched myself that I would be staying in Manila to assist my mom in her bar exams, and that I had to earn my living from now on - now, I have to go back, to that lazy days thinking about the letters, doing errands for my boss, so and so.
It's not exactly bad. It's just that it's hard to adjust one thing to another. In one second, you're suddenly being called back to the world of working life (the one which you bargained for, for four years in college), and you're full of uncertainties because you don't know if you can live the way you wanted to since you've been frozen for months.
And then on the next second, you're heading back, after finally regaining your journalistic sense, your sense of working, your ideas coming into full bloom as opportunities sprouted everywhere.
It's hard, but somehow I'm getting used to it. I'm not saying I liked it at all. Sudden change upsets me easily. And I don't like being caught unprepared. I hate it the most.
But the fact that I'm coming back home doesn't change anything. Just that, I can see myself lying back on my bed, getting up the next day, sitting on my mom's table, answering calls, surfing the net, and waiting the sun to set. Oh, and of course, waiting for my brothers to come home. I love my brothers. They're one of the reasons I come home to. The reasons I can uphold myself till now.
But sometimes, my tears of unworthiness seep out. Being unable to practice one's expertise is frustrating. It can kill will better than heart attack.
You know, sometimes I want to stop understanding. Of thinking of others instead of myself first. Of saying what I mean and meaning what I say without apologizing nor regretting. Maybe in that way, I can see myself clearly. But I wasn't brought up that way. I didn't bring up myself that way. Maybe that's why, I still remain an obscured essence for myself. The mirror only shows my front. I still cannot get out.
When can I free myself from this? I want to make that first step. I want to stop waiting for something to happen. I want to make things happen.
I want to see myself, understand myself, before looking at others.
Decision: I am coming home. I'll finish this six-month promise. And I will head out.
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Killer Eye
Tonight is a really funny one. And naughty.
While they were busy discussing cases that appeared in bar exams, I was sipping my hot chocolate, which I have been craving for ever since I had my last McDonalds treat during our drive back in
I caught sight of a guy, who was lining up on the queue. There wasn’t anything interesting at all about him. But I held my gaze between my sips. He looked normal. Pentagon face, clean haircut, with some of his mane on the top rising like grass. He was thin with pinkish white skin. Not exactly different from the rest of the people swarming in McDo. The fast food was fully packed with college students, mostly fair-skinned nursing students.
(Really, if Filipinos are spread all around the world, Koreans are all around the
The guy was wearing blue shirt and khaki shorts. He was talking with his friend, who was wearing an orange shirt and denim shorts. His friend sported a Jerry Yan-hair. I switched my eyes back to him, and then he caught my eye.
He lingered for more than a second, his lips still moving as he talked almost unconsciously to his friend, then broke eye contact.
I don’t know why, but I smiled slyly behind my cup. Aha, I thought. This is the power of the eyes. And I was suddenly giggling that I had to switch back to my parent’s conversation (which was unexpectedly funny since they were smiling and chuckling) before they start to ask why I was acting weirdly.
I keep dipping in and out of my parent’s conversation, so I didn’t exactly know what they were talking about the entire time. Just bits of it. I looked back at the guy along the queue to check if I wasn’t exactly hallucinating that a guy stared back at me, and to check if “the eye” is not an illusion.
He looked at me again as I was sipping and I didn’t move my eyes away. As quickly as he did, he gazed away. And I was thinking – aha! So I can be intimidating! J Very, very powerful senses indeed, these eyes are. Normally, it would be me who would drop the gaze. But, maybe it was the hot chocolate, I was feeling rather silly today. I like the effect I see with my just-discovered flirting ability, if I can call it one.
His friend came close to him again, maybe to change his order. He talked to his friend, and suddenly, I found his friend scanning the crowd. I stared at him. His friend gazed back at me and then dropped the gaze. As though nothing had happened, his friend pointed his order to him, and then left him alone.
And then, the guy moved to the farthest lane. I suspected it’s a deliberate move. I couldn’t almost see him. I shrugged. My stare scared him. A small smile remained on my lips as I turned back to my parent’s conversation.
(I could almost hear Papasam calling it the Hegisaurus hungry look, and Poli telling me that the guy probably thought I was going to eat him. *shake away the voices*)
And just when I thought he wouldn’t be there anymore, I looked up again, taking a sip of my hot chocolate, and then caught his eye. It appeared that we had turned at the same time and looked at each other for half a second before he dropped the gaze and started talking to the cashier.
If I could laugh, I would. I had to cover my chuckle with fits of cough. Silly, silly me. Silly, silly imagination.
As I was finishing my drink, my mom complaining that she can’t finish her chocolate sundae, I stared ahead just in time to see his friend sit on a table, two tables and around fifteen tiles away, directly facing us. The guy went to their table and started distributing the goods. I stared. Jerry Yan stared back for more than half a second this time before talking to him.
I began to shake my head. Just one look (or rather four times) and I got them talking and staring back at me. Whether they were talking about how ugly I am, or rude, or flirting in a disappointing way, I couldn’t care less.
I couldn’t help myself and laughed privately. I was a bit ditzy today. Surprisingly aggressive and coy. Surprisingly secretive and bold.
So much for my first non-verbal flirting.
Although later, I did check my reflection if I didn’t really look like an idiot tonight. I parted my hair today in half-ponytail on two sides. Not exactly beautiful enough to be a head-turner. But just a clean up-do with bangs for dramatic effect. I was just wearing my brown journalism shirt and old denim pants. As I stared, I shrugged. Nothing exactly interesting but that sly smile lingering on my lips.
Hahaha. I think I’m drunk…
Nope. I think I have a hormone that produces tipsiness because I don’t drink at all…
I think it’s the hot chocolate…
I don’t think I need alcohol to get tipsy at all…
What do you think?
Yup. Definitely the chocolate.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
What's Bad Before Reading A Book?
That's seeing a personified character coming on big screen.
Well, I haven't read The Time Traveler's Wife yet, and it's now in the cinemas. But, I wasn't hurt that much. Although I have wanted to read it ever since I saw it in the bookstore (i haven't heard of it), I haven't.
I was just about to read Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac by Gabrielle Zevin. And then I was told that there's an upcoming movie for it. Out of my own curiosity, I checked it out, and realized that the upcoming movie will be made my Japanese producers, with Japanese actors and actress.
Now, I don't have anything against the Japs, because I am a fan of most of their movies, especially their mangas/anime creations, and I like their tradition and culture, and all that stuffs. I don't even have anything against Horikita Maki, because I liked the Live adaptation of Hana Kimi. (And I would also like to see her in a live adaptation of Ouran High School Host Club as Fujioka Haruhi. This character suits her best).
But knowing that Naomi in the person of Horikita, my own imagination for self-made Naomi failed. I found it difficult to picture her myself, because the actress kept getting into my brain mirror. And that being the case, I think I failed to connect with the book.
Horikita, based on how I saw her in Hana Kimi, was a bit stiff as opposed to ever-energetic Ashiya Mizuki. While she captured the emotional Ashiya, the fun part of the character was lost to Ikuta Toma who played the part of Nakatsu Shuichi.
That made Naomi a bit stiff for me too. It's a bit hard to see her kiss James and Ace at all. I guess I have a narrow imagination then.
I have to claim the fault at this.
But I guess it's really bad if you really and badly wanted to read a book and you couldn't form your own version of Naomi.
Anyway, the book was good. I'll just have to pass this irritation before I write a review. Or maybe, I'll read it again. I must have read it too fast. I started yesterday late afternoon. I finished it just after lunch today.
Yep, I think I am going to read it again. Maybe I can see why I didn't see Naomi having deeper feelings for Will.
And I will get my hands on a Japanese Movie Adaptation of the book. I want to see if I'm totally wrong about Horikita. I really love the actress, but my observation can hold limitations.
Well, I haven't read The Time Traveler's Wife yet, and it's now in the cinemas. But, I wasn't hurt that much. Although I have wanted to read it ever since I saw it in the bookstore (i haven't heard of it), I haven't.
I was just about to read Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac by Gabrielle Zevin. And then I was told that there's an upcoming movie for it. Out of my own curiosity, I checked it out, and realized that the upcoming movie will be made my Japanese producers, with Japanese actors and actress.
Now, I don't have anything against the Japs, because I am a fan of most of their movies, especially their mangas/anime creations, and I like their tradition and culture, and all that stuffs. I don't even have anything against Horikita Maki, because I liked the Live adaptation of Hana Kimi. (And I would also like to see her in a live adaptation of Ouran High School Host Club as Fujioka Haruhi. This character suits her best).
But knowing that Naomi in the person of Horikita, my own imagination for self-made Naomi failed. I found it difficult to picture her myself, because the actress kept getting into my brain mirror. And that being the case, I think I failed to connect with the book.
Horikita, based on how I saw her in Hana Kimi, was a bit stiff as opposed to ever-energetic Ashiya Mizuki. While she captured the emotional Ashiya, the fun part of the character was lost to Ikuta Toma who played the part of Nakatsu Shuichi.
That made Naomi a bit stiff for me too. It's a bit hard to see her kiss James and Ace at all. I guess I have a narrow imagination then.
I have to claim the fault at this.
But I guess it's really bad if you really and badly wanted to read a book and you couldn't form your own version of Naomi.
Anyway, the book was good. I'll just have to pass this irritation before I write a review. Or maybe, I'll read it again. I must have read it too fast. I started yesterday late afternoon. I finished it just after lunch today.
Yep, I think I am going to read it again. Maybe I can see why I didn't see Naomi having deeper feelings for Will.
And I will get my hands on a Japanese Movie Adaptation of the book. I want to see if I'm totally wrong about Horikita. I really love the actress, but my observation can hold limitations.
Market, Mom, and Music
Ever since dad came home, I felt dad has been bit giddy.
Giddy Dad. Giddy. Dad. These words never came together, even if there's a period between them. Dad can be silly, but not at this level. Somehow, he came home with that atmosphere. Or, I'm just excited to do the things I wanted to do - like going to my HS friend's party whom I've never met for four years, and planning for a Manila getaway this Sunday, which is now postponed.
Anyway, as always, Sunday means Market Day, besides being Church Day of course. And I've gotten into the routine to visit the market with dad. I was adamant to get meat today, because Milkfish (bangus) is not always a good lunch course. It's good to stay fit. It's unhealthy for young people who had been accustomed to meat, unless of course, the cook can whip up fish balls, which unfortunately only my mom can do. My mom is in Manila as of the moment.
Dad persisted we don't get meat today and for the rest of the week. It's part of his diet. Yep. His diet is the diet of the house. What one eats, the other eats. What one doesn't eat, the others doesn't eat. Although this rule fades more and more due to democracy. But since I am also at home - the deviant one when it comes down to food - and the substitute manager for food management, I've been buying kids' food too. Anyway, it's totally unfair for my baduds not to eat them when we had them when we were kids.
After parking his car, we wove our way into the chaotic wet market, passed by an alley of ukay-ukay and pirated DVDs, through the lot of fresh vegetables, and went straight ahead to the fish section. Well, I didn't have a choice, he was leading the way. But he really wanted to buy some sea food, I was haunting for something else. I was looking for squid.
Squid. I really liked the black-colored soup of Manang Shirley's and Mom's Adobong squid. It's just... yummy. Has rubbery texture but smoother in the mouth. Delicious.
Alas, the squid was far off, and dad, having bought the oil-in-the-butt-inducing fish (i forgot to ask its name), decided to get some tilapia. He started bargaining for them, and later, since I was still distracted, looking for some shrimps now (which I remember was just around the corner), when he started to laugh.
I tried to get the conversation he was having, but I was already lost in translation, literally. He moved on to the next. He was still laughing.
That Devil Laugh. It was a deep booming kind of laughter. Devil, but not filled with evil. Did that made some sense? It was coming from deep recesses of his diaphragm. I called it Devil laugh, because some crap dude in the media thought that the "Buhahahaha" with a big heavy tone is Devilish.
He does this when he's in a business talk with some business people, and he's pleased, or telling a business joke, which I don't usually get. Well, talk about never.
"Nako wala na tayong pera," he kept saying, with a giddy grin on his lips, teasing me as he stopped just at the poultry section. I can usually pair a frown and a stretched smile on my face. That's what I gave him. And he laughed more. It's good the market is noisy enough to hear his booming laughter. Nonetheless, I think he was successful in prevent me from looking for squid, and bought 1.5 kilo of chicken thighs. I egged him to buy 2 kilos. And he did.
We strayed to the pork section. Again, he planned to buy just 1.5 kilose. Again, I insisted for 2. That's the food manager for you.
Actually, I was just sick of eating fish for the last week lunch, while my baduds took away the goods for their own, during breakfast and lunch. Yep, yep, stingy sister. But I'm still a meat-lover, however I look at it. And I'm not mom. I still have the habit of pakikipag-agawan. It's fun until I take pity to my watermelon-sized youngest brother, who seemed unaware that he's understood my reverse psychology towards giving/taking things.
I've been trying vegetables. So far, I've gotten carrots, kangkong, some broccoli, stringed beans, malunggay, and onion stalks in to my system. But I still couldn't go for cauliflower and ampalaya, rabong, squash/pumpkin. (Honestly, I thought squash and pumpkin are one and the same, until I got into Farm Ville and Farm Town).
After taking the pork, we headed to the dried fish (fish again) section, and took more vegetables in that section. We also stopped for two dozens of eggs. All the while, dad's wrinkles were all stretched upward, as he go through the selection, muttering things like, "Nag-nginan, awan bale na madam? (Ang mahal naman, wala na tong bawas madam?)" or "Nakkkooo, wala na tayong pera."
The understanding that money was as good as slipping away anyway, and still letting it slip away.
After getting some more bananas and saba, the one which we all preferred since it can be boiled/banana-cued, we headed back.
We had a stop on the grocery too, since some bathroom/laundry supplies had ran short during his absence. I had to buy a Tang, because my brothers and I are consuming Milo too much too fast. I haven't bought any juice since Ian was eating Tang powder too. I don't know how he manage the taste though. I get disgusted whenever I see him because I can almost taste it too, just by looking at him.
It was totally stuffy in the grocery. I really hate it when this happens. Too crowded. But what can I do. Market Day goes hand in hand with Grocery Day. And CSI stood kilometers from the town proper. I suspect they're also having the same situation anyway.
After buying them, dad drove us home. I opened the radio, and Kenny Rogers was just in time to open his song with a woman. Dad mentioned this was their time (mom and dad's). Kenny Rogers (I just associate him with a food restaurant though). And he was all this giddy again, saying that time flew so fast. And he was just 20 years younger than he was too, looking at me.
"Aha! Inamin mo ring 40+ ka na!"
I loved catching my dad off-guarded. He has been denying his age (he says he's 29 forever), despite the wispy white hairs on his head, which mom takes care of with her hair-color stuffs.
What made him giddy, I'll never know I guess. Dad is bad at remembering things like this anyway. We call it selected memory. I remember we had to turn the house upside down just for his missing car keys - which was lying unperturbed in a heap of curtain, slumped on a chair by the corner of the house. And this wasn't the sole case, and will never be.
But one thing's for sure. Dad's happy when he's going to market. He likes bargaining. His Devil Laugh comes out and I'm captured with his conversation to whomever it was. But sometimes, he can become Evil Devil when it comes to beating down the price. Just sometimes. And I thought men weren't fond of shopping?
I guess too much generalization isn't helpful at all.
Dad's happy when he hears his century's music. I like some of it too, depending on the music and the mood anyway, but I'd still stick with my generation.
Fun fact: When in the mood, dad sings Elvis Presley-like, out loud, out of nowhere. He would take a pose, or pretend there's a mic. I think I might have inherited that in exaggerated measures - I don't care if I'm in the street at all. (I guess that's what you get when you watch too much Filipino movies that end up singing and dancing in the middle of the story).
Also, Dad's happiest when he talks about mom.
Dad can be unbearably grouchy, touchy, overprotective and can use that Devil tone to a frightening level. But when he's this --- GIDDY, and romantic, and energetic (after the two-hour trip to market, he played table tennis with Mark for an hour) he can be the most fun person to be with, and the easiest person to joke on.
Still. It's not good to say, "punta tayo ng Baguio," and retrieve it. *still pissed*
Giddy Dad. Giddy. Dad. These words never came together, even if there's a period between them. Dad can be silly, but not at this level. Somehow, he came home with that atmosphere. Or, I'm just excited to do the things I wanted to do - like going to my HS friend's party whom I've never met for four years, and planning for a Manila getaway this Sunday, which is now postponed.
Anyway, as always, Sunday means Market Day, besides being Church Day of course. And I've gotten into the routine to visit the market with dad. I was adamant to get meat today, because Milkfish (bangus) is not always a good lunch course. It's good to stay fit. It's unhealthy for young people who had been accustomed to meat, unless of course, the cook can whip up fish balls, which unfortunately only my mom can do. My mom is in Manila as of the moment.
Dad persisted we don't get meat today and for the rest of the week. It's part of his diet. Yep. His diet is the diet of the house. What one eats, the other eats. What one doesn't eat, the others doesn't eat. Although this rule fades more and more due to democracy. But since I am also at home - the deviant one when it comes down to food - and the substitute manager for food management, I've been buying kids' food too. Anyway, it's totally unfair for my baduds not to eat them when we had them when we were kids.
After parking his car, we wove our way into the chaotic wet market, passed by an alley of ukay-ukay and pirated DVDs, through the lot of fresh vegetables, and went straight ahead to the fish section. Well, I didn't have a choice, he was leading the way. But he really wanted to buy some sea food, I was haunting for something else. I was looking for squid.
Squid. I really liked the black-colored soup of Manang Shirley's and Mom's Adobong squid. It's just... yummy. Has rubbery texture but smoother in the mouth. Delicious.
Alas, the squid was far off, and dad, having bought the oil-in-the-butt-inducing fish (i forgot to ask its name), decided to get some tilapia. He started bargaining for them, and later, since I was still distracted, looking for some shrimps now (which I remember was just around the corner), when he started to laugh.
I tried to get the conversation he was having, but I was already lost in translation, literally. He moved on to the next. He was still laughing.
That Devil Laugh. It was a deep booming kind of laughter. Devil, but not filled with evil. Did that made some sense? It was coming from deep recesses of his diaphragm. I called it Devil laugh, because some crap dude in the media thought that the "Buhahahaha" with a big heavy tone is Devilish.
He does this when he's in a business talk with some business people, and he's pleased, or telling a business joke, which I don't usually get. Well, talk about never.
"Nako wala na tayong pera," he kept saying, with a giddy grin on his lips, teasing me as he stopped just at the poultry section. I can usually pair a frown and a stretched smile on my face. That's what I gave him. And he laughed more. It's good the market is noisy enough to hear his booming laughter. Nonetheless, I think he was successful in prevent me from looking for squid, and bought 1.5 kilo of chicken thighs. I egged him to buy 2 kilos. And he did.
We strayed to the pork section. Again, he planned to buy just 1.5 kilose. Again, I insisted for 2. That's the food manager for you.
Actually, I was just sick of eating fish for the last week lunch, while my baduds took away the goods for their own, during breakfast and lunch. Yep, yep, stingy sister. But I'm still a meat-lover, however I look at it. And I'm not mom. I still have the habit of pakikipag-agawan. It's fun until I take pity to my watermelon-sized youngest brother, who seemed unaware that he's understood my reverse psychology towards giving/taking things.
I've been trying vegetables. So far, I've gotten carrots, kangkong, some broccoli, stringed beans, malunggay, and onion stalks in to my system. But I still couldn't go for cauliflower and ampalaya, rabong, squash/pumpkin. (Honestly, I thought squash and pumpkin are one and the same, until I got into Farm Ville and Farm Town).
After taking the pork, we headed to the dried fish (fish again) section, and took more vegetables in that section. We also stopped for two dozens of eggs. All the while, dad's wrinkles were all stretched upward, as he go through the selection, muttering things like, "Nag-nginan, awan bale na madam? (Ang mahal naman, wala na tong bawas madam?)" or "Nakkkooo, wala na tayong pera."
The understanding that money was as good as slipping away anyway, and still letting it slip away.
After getting some more bananas and saba, the one which we all preferred since it can be boiled/banana-cued, we headed back.
We had a stop on the grocery too, since some bathroom/laundry supplies had ran short during his absence. I had to buy a Tang, because my brothers and I are consuming Milo too much too fast. I haven't bought any juice since Ian was eating Tang powder too. I don't know how he manage the taste though. I get disgusted whenever I see him because I can almost taste it too, just by looking at him.
It was totally stuffy in the grocery. I really hate it when this happens. Too crowded. But what can I do. Market Day goes hand in hand with Grocery Day. And CSI stood kilometers from the town proper. I suspect they're also having the same situation anyway.
After buying them, dad drove us home. I opened the radio, and Kenny Rogers was just in time to open his song with a woman. Dad mentioned this was their time (mom and dad's). Kenny Rogers (I just associate him with a food restaurant though). And he was all this giddy again, saying that time flew so fast. And he was just 20 years younger than he was too, looking at me.
"Aha! Inamin mo ring 40+ ka na!"
I loved catching my dad off-guarded. He has been denying his age (he says he's 29 forever), despite the wispy white hairs on his head, which mom takes care of with her hair-color stuffs.
What made him giddy, I'll never know I guess. Dad is bad at remembering things like this anyway. We call it selected memory. I remember we had to turn the house upside down just for his missing car keys - which was lying unperturbed in a heap of curtain, slumped on a chair by the corner of the house. And this wasn't the sole case, and will never be.
But one thing's for sure. Dad's happy when he's going to market. He likes bargaining. His Devil Laugh comes out and I'm captured with his conversation to whomever it was. But sometimes, he can become Evil Devil when it comes to beating down the price. Just sometimes. And I thought men weren't fond of shopping?
I guess too much generalization isn't helpful at all.
Dad's happy when he hears his century's music. I like some of it too, depending on the music and the mood anyway, but I'd still stick with my generation.
Fun fact: When in the mood, dad sings Elvis Presley-like, out loud, out of nowhere. He would take a pose, or pretend there's a mic. I think I might have inherited that in exaggerated measures - I don't care if I'm in the street at all. (I guess that's what you get when you watch too much Filipino movies that end up singing and dancing in the middle of the story).
Also, Dad's happiest when he talks about mom.
Dad can be unbearably grouchy, touchy, overprotective and can use that Devil tone to a frightening level. But when he's this --- GIDDY, and romantic, and energetic (after the two-hour trip to market, he played table tennis with Mark for an hour) he can be the most fun person to be with, and the easiest person to joke on.
Still. It's not good to say, "punta tayo ng Baguio," and retrieve it. *still pissed*
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Delicious Movies
Raining hamburgers, hovering pancakes, tornado pasta
finding traces of happiness in following footsteps
relearning how to find oneself after mistakes
and simmering a delicacy of how life tastes.
Two movies are now up in my lists for a must-see movie this year. Though, I'm quite disappointed none of the cinemas I've checked seemed to be lining them up for the next attraction or a coming up movie.
JULIE & JULIA
Cast: Meryl Streep, Amy Adams, Stanley Tucci, Chris Messina
Director: Nora Ephron
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Adaptation
Release Date: August 7, 2009
Julie Powell (Adams) is frustrated in her work. To escape the secretarial world, she soon finds herself boarding on a journey as she launches a culinary project - cooking Julia Child's (Streep) 524 recipes in 365 days - dutifully jotted down on her blog, which soon drew the attention of the crowd. Meanwhile, the film flashes back in the 1940's in France to portray Julia's struggle to become a cook amongst the throng of proud male chefs, and ultimately write her own cook book, that eventually "changed the world." Two completely different people, two different lives, living in different time, and yet despite all this, sometimes some people are connected in more ways than one. This is definitely a munch-see for me! ^_^ Click HERE! HERE! for the trailer!
CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF MEATBALLS
Director: Phil Lord, Chris Miller
Genre: Animation
Release Date: September 18, 2009
Ever since he was a child, Flint Lockwood had a knack for creating inventions which ended up unwanted due to the problems it resulted to other people. Now, during the crisis of hunger, he developed a machine that directly converts water into food. Just when everyone was giving up, multi-colored mountain-sized clouds started rolling by from the seas, and in the next second, food started to rain down. However, complications started rising when the machine developed a mind of its own. It's now up to Flint to stop the pancake invasions, pizza air force, tornado pastas, from phasing out the earth. ^_^ You should see the trailer! Click here! here! here! here! and another one!
finding traces of happiness in following footsteps
relearning how to find oneself after mistakes
and simmering a delicacy of how life tastes.
Two movies are now up in my lists for a must-see movie this year. Though, I'm quite disappointed none of the cinemas I've checked seemed to be lining them up for the next attraction or a coming up movie.
JULIE & JULIA
Cast: Meryl Streep, Amy Adams, Stanley Tucci, Chris Messina
Director: Nora Ephron
Genre: Comedy, Drama, Adaptation
Release Date: August 7, 2009
Julie Powell (Adams) is frustrated in her work. To escape the secretarial world, she soon finds herself boarding on a journey as she launches a culinary project - cooking Julia Child's (Streep) 524 recipes in 365 days - dutifully jotted down on her blog, which soon drew the attention of the crowd. Meanwhile, the film flashes back in the 1940's in France to portray Julia's struggle to become a cook amongst the throng of proud male chefs, and ultimately write her own cook book, that eventually "changed the world." Two completely different people, two different lives, living in different time, and yet despite all this, sometimes some people are connected in more ways than one. This is definitely a munch-see for me! ^_^ Click HERE! HERE! for the trailer!
CLOUDY WITH A CHANCE OF MEATBALLS
Director: Phil Lord, Chris Miller
Genre: Animation
Release Date: September 18, 2009
Ever since he was a child, Flint Lockwood had a knack for creating inventions which ended up unwanted due to the problems it resulted to other people. Now, during the crisis of hunger, he developed a machine that directly converts water into food. Just when everyone was giving up, multi-colored mountain-sized clouds started rolling by from the seas, and in the next second, food started to rain down. However, complications started rising when the machine developed a mind of its own. It's now up to Flint to stop the pancake invasions, pizza air force, tornado pastas, from phasing out the earth. ^_^ You should see the trailer! Click here! here! here! here! and another one!
Friday, July 31, 2009
Do you love books?
Anyone who doesn't, haven't tried reading. Or, they just have missed good books to read.
I dream to have my own library in my own house. And how do I even do that. As far as I know, my collection of books would only count to, let's see, minus the textbooks handed from generation to generation, I think I have nine.
1. Life of Pi by Yann Martel
- very nice book. Just bought it this year, before I graduated.
2. Q&A by Vikas Swarup
- now known as Slumdog Millionaire - I hope they didn't edit the book version to fit the movie version. I still think the book was better. The movie did good justice to it. But still... It was good that this book was in a bargain shelf at that time. I bought it at around P199 or lower in Powerbooks. When I checked the National Bookstore, it's P299. Ha-ha!
3-4. The Children's Hour (Stories on Childhood) Volume I and II
- i haven't read all of them yet. Favorite so far: The Bread of Salt by N.V.M. Gonzales. Partly because it saved me from the Spanish recitation of how to translate bread of salt - yep, it's pan de sal.
5. The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe
- favorite: The Pendulum, Maelstrom, and one about a cat whose title I can't remember. But I must say, it's really hard to read his works with all the old English in use. The most vivid I could only imagine are these stories.
6. If Tomorrow Comes by Sydney Sheldon
- good story. It's just nowadays that I appreciate such endings.
7. Three stories in one book: Bloodline/A Stranger in the Mirror/Naked Face by Sydney Sheldon
- it's not actually mine. I don't even know who originally owned it. I found it in our bookshelf when I was looking for a book to read. But out of the eight of us in the house, it's just me, dad and mom who have read it.
8. The Tale of the Girl who turned into a Fish and other Filipino Folk Tales
- erm, it's somewhere filed in the cabinet. I was still into our own folk tales by then. I was glad I told my mom to buy it together with the following book..
9. Philippine Ghost Stories
- whose author I can't remember but I'll do if I ever hear it somewhere. Actually, it's... oh! i remember! It's Marivi Soliven Blanco. But I lost it somewhere in the house. It comes up once in a while though... We bought it in a shop near the Manaoag Church/Parish. I was still about elementary at that time... ah, memories.
10. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
- how can I forget. The very first Harry Potter book I ever owned. I've just incidentally dug out my things in search for an encyclopedia, and looked! It popped out!
11. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
- Yep, the fifth installment of J.K. Rowlings' HP series. My sister gave it to me as a gift as far as I remember. Wow. But it's nowhere to be found though. I can't remember where I put it.
So there you have it. My dream of a library, still decades away from materializing. So now, I'm going a step closer to it in a form of luck.
So there you have it. My dream of a library, still decades away from materializing. So now, I'm going a step closer to it in a form of luck.
Chery Rainfield, teen fiction author, has opened a contest to win $15-$50 gift certificate to online bookstores plus her own book with her autograph. Well, actually, I think it's to promote her book too. And I'm taking the bite to her bait. Haha...
I hope I can make it too.
So here it is, her promotional video. :))
You can go to this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YuAfTLFBDGo&feature=player_embedded
You can go to this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4cTST4Bhcw8&feature=player_embedded
I dream to have my own library in my own house. And how do I even do that. As far as I know, my collection of books would only count to, let's see, minus the textbooks handed from generation to generation, I think I have nine.
1. Life of Pi by Yann Martel
- very nice book. Just bought it this year, before I graduated.
2. Q&A by Vikas Swarup
- now known as Slumdog Millionaire - I hope they didn't edit the book version to fit the movie version. I still think the book was better. The movie did good justice to it. But still... It was good that this book was in a bargain shelf at that time. I bought it at around P199 or lower in Powerbooks. When I checked the National Bookstore, it's P299. Ha-ha!
3-4. The Children's Hour (Stories on Childhood) Volume I and II
- i haven't read all of them yet. Favorite so far: The Bread of Salt by N.V.M. Gonzales. Partly because it saved me from the Spanish recitation of how to translate bread of salt - yep, it's pan de sal.
5. The Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allan Poe
- favorite: The Pendulum, Maelstrom, and one about a cat whose title I can't remember. But I must say, it's really hard to read his works with all the old English in use. The most vivid I could only imagine are these stories.
6. If Tomorrow Comes by Sydney Sheldon
- good story. It's just nowadays that I appreciate such endings.
7. Three stories in one book: Bloodline/A Stranger in the Mirror/Naked Face by Sydney Sheldon
- it's not actually mine. I don't even know who originally owned it. I found it in our bookshelf when I was looking for a book to read. But out of the eight of us in the house, it's just me, dad and mom who have read it.
8. The Tale of the Girl who turned into a Fish and other Filipino Folk Tales
- erm, it's somewhere filed in the cabinet. I was still into our own folk tales by then. I was glad I told my mom to buy it together with the following book..
9. Philippine Ghost Stories
- whose author I can't remember but I'll do if I ever hear it somewhere. Actually, it's... oh! i remember! It's Marivi Soliven Blanco. But I lost it somewhere in the house. It comes up once in a while though... We bought it in a shop near the Manaoag Church/Parish. I was still about elementary at that time... ah, memories.
10. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
- how can I forget. The very first Harry Potter book I ever owned. I've just incidentally dug out my things in search for an encyclopedia, and looked! It popped out!
11. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
- Yep, the fifth installment of J.K. Rowlings' HP series. My sister gave it to me as a gift as far as I remember. Wow. But it's nowhere to be found though. I can't remember where I put it.
So there you have it. My dream of a library, still decades away from materializing. So now, I'm going a step closer to it in a form of luck.
So there you have it. My dream of a library, still decades away from materializing. So now, I'm going a step closer to it in a form of luck.
Chery Rainfield, teen fiction author, has opened a contest to win $15-$50 gift certificate to online bookstores plus her own book with her autograph. Well, actually, I think it's to promote her book too. And I'm taking the bite to her bait. Haha...
I hope I can make it too.
So here it is, her promotional video. :))
You can go to this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YuAfTLFBDGo&feature=player_embedded
You can go to this link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4cTST4Bhcw8&feature=player_embedded
Thursday, July 16, 2009
What Fear Makes In Us...
The saddest thing reality can give me, is showing that there are things that are not meant to be.
Am I still dreaming? Maybe I am. And I haven't woken up. And maybe I refused to wake up. That I still slumber under my parents house, maybe that's why. That I fear facing telephones. I fear facing the interviewers. I fear almost everything that has reality ringing on it.
What have I learned in school? For almost twenty freaking years?
I have been irresponsible. Were my calls of support empty, after all? Am I not in the position to say something that supports or encourage my friends? Not simply because I am a friend, but because I have something to tell? That there is something better than good. That happiness is not just something that passes by, but also something that we earn.
What are these?
Is it empty positivity? Oh, there it is - naivety?
After graduation, I have succumbed to a promise with my parents. What's there behind my willingness? Is it really compassion for them? Or is it an extension to my teenage freedom?
People regard me as someone with full of optimism with a promising future. What was that? A masquerade? I wished to be someone infectiously optimistic as one of my idols, Luffy. I want to face reality head on, and throw what things I can throw. And if ever they don't come back, at least it's better to have tried at all.
But people seemed to have regarded me as that. Optimistic. Childish. Patient. A girl with simple pleasures.
Who was that?
Pessimism resided darkly in me as well. It could have probably saved me from what I'm feeling right now, if I bred it right. If I listened to it intently. Why, I have survived high school listening to it mostly. And trying to convert that energy to living.
But I did not want reality mess with me. I did not want it to blemish my colorful look of tomorrow, even though I foresee something bleak on it. I did not want to show that to others, seeing as they already see it as bleak. They already have a feeling as to what lies ahead.
I wanted to be someone who can tell them, it's alright. You just have to do what you gotta do. Do what you want that you know you'll never regret. Smile once in a while. Laugh at your problems. Cry if you have to but don't forget to raise your head after. After night is day. And the world has 365 days to live for.
But. Think about it. Who am I to say these things. I know nothing of their sufferings, their pains, their sacrifices. I may have been informed, but I don't know what that feels like. I don't know how they start their mornings, what they see when they ride a jeep/fx/taxi, what they feel when their boss demand of their presence.
So who am I to just suddenly blurt out nonsense like this in an effort to make things light? How could they feel it if my words are nothing but an empty words of a kid who has only opened windows but not doors towards reality?
I really feel foolish. I came to believe that they believe me. I believed I believe myself.
I simply wanted to help. I can't even help myself.
What use is that?
Am I still dreaming? Maybe I am. And I haven't woken up. And maybe I refused to wake up. That I still slumber under my parents house, maybe that's why. That I fear facing telephones. I fear facing the interviewers. I fear almost everything that has reality ringing on it.
What have I learned in school? For almost twenty freaking years?
I have been irresponsible. Were my calls of support empty, after all? Am I not in the position to say something that supports or encourage my friends? Not simply because I am a friend, but because I have something to tell? That there is something better than good. That happiness is not just something that passes by, but also something that we earn.
What are these?
Is it empty positivity? Oh, there it is - naivety?
After graduation, I have succumbed to a promise with my parents. What's there behind my willingness? Is it really compassion for them? Or is it an extension to my teenage freedom?
People regard me as someone with full of optimism with a promising future. What was that? A masquerade? I wished to be someone infectiously optimistic as one of my idols, Luffy. I want to face reality head on, and throw what things I can throw. And if ever they don't come back, at least it's better to have tried at all.
But people seemed to have regarded me as that. Optimistic. Childish. Patient. A girl with simple pleasures.
Who was that?
Pessimism resided darkly in me as well. It could have probably saved me from what I'm feeling right now, if I bred it right. If I listened to it intently. Why, I have survived high school listening to it mostly. And trying to convert that energy to living.
But I did not want reality mess with me. I did not want it to blemish my colorful look of tomorrow, even though I foresee something bleak on it. I did not want to show that to others, seeing as they already see it as bleak. They already have a feeling as to what lies ahead.
I wanted to be someone who can tell them, it's alright. You just have to do what you gotta do. Do what you want that you know you'll never regret. Smile once in a while. Laugh at your problems. Cry if you have to but don't forget to raise your head after. After night is day. And the world has 365 days to live for.
But. Think about it. Who am I to say these things. I know nothing of their sufferings, their pains, their sacrifices. I may have been informed, but I don't know what that feels like. I don't know how they start their mornings, what they see when they ride a jeep/fx/taxi, what they feel when their boss demand of their presence.
So who am I to just suddenly blurt out nonsense like this in an effort to make things light? How could they feel it if my words are nothing but an empty words of a kid who has only opened windows but not doors towards reality?
I really feel foolish. I came to believe that they believe me. I believed I believe myself.
I simply wanted to help. I can't even help myself.
What use is that?
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Bad Habit
That is, thinking of something else when I'm already writing.
I'm into fanfiction writing. And I've always wanted to finish one. (I had one unfinished way back in my high school years... and I still couldn't put a good end to it.)
I've written a dozen of them, I think. And still, some of them remains as plot alone. Laying silent in My Document, hidden from trespassers. I've even set up passwords, in case some people came to explore my files and accidentally open them.
Still, I couldn't pass through chapter two on the one I wanted badly to publish.
Dammit.
I've done dozens of something else - updated this blog twice, updated my other accounts, helped my brothers in their assignment... hah... and when I come back to my chapter two screen, I would be reading, and rereading them again, all night long, and still... nothing.
Urgh.
I hate thinking a lot of things. Especially when I'm doing something I wanted to write down asap.
I'm into fanfiction writing. And I've always wanted to finish one. (I had one unfinished way back in my high school years... and I still couldn't put a good end to it.)
I've written a dozen of them, I think. And still, some of them remains as plot alone. Laying silent in My Document, hidden from trespassers. I've even set up passwords, in case some people came to explore my files and accidentally open them.
Still, I couldn't pass through chapter two on the one I wanted badly to publish.
Dammit.
I've done dozens of something else - updated this blog twice, updated my other accounts, helped my brothers in their assignment... hah... and when I come back to my chapter two screen, I would be reading, and rereading them again, all night long, and still... nothing.
Urgh.
I hate thinking a lot of things. Especially when I'm doing something I wanted to write down asap.
Time for a Film Break?
So in almost four months after graduation, what have you become?
Me? Hehe. A surfer.
*crash! the large wave crashes into the seashore, and spreads far like a live liquid carpet, scaring some little tourists who had come to watch surfers and instead found themselves wet to the hips for trying to sunbathe from what they thought was out of the waves' reach. But my surfboard had gone over that wave and succesfully rode on it...*
Oh, not that kind of surfer though. Haha.
The net has been the ocean for me - breaks, after-office hours, weekends... If I remember it correctly, the last time I visited a real beach was the last week of June, even though I live near it. With this, I also have given up watching television, so I'm a bit outdated with news/shows - well, except if I come across big news like Hayden's camera, MJ's death, electronic elections...
Being withdrawn from my second home - the library - I've been reading bits online, the huge chunk of my time was set on reading manga. Reading e-books on a computer surface is tiresome, after all. Too much light exposure blurs my vision (hah! and how long do i read manga anyway?)
Well, not really withdrawn, seeing as my dad had been pestering me with reading his book Rich Dad, Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki and Sharon Lechter - book of investing knowledge. I dodged that initially, but I soon found my nose stuck on it for a while.It is a good book after all. Then, he's also pushing Og Mandino's Greatest Secret in the World. And I was... okay. Maybe after a year?
So besides missing books, I am also a bit film-deprived, so I started surfing YouTube.com. And I've struck luck.
Here are six of the videos I liked.
1. TANGHI ARGENTINI
Nominated for 2008 Best Live Action Short in the 80th Academy Awards, Guido Thys' Tanghi Argentini tells about a clerk who pesters his office mate into teaching him to dance Tango, after telling the girl in the chatroom that they will meet in a tango gathering. But the clerk seemed to have something up his sleeves, for this Christmas gift he wished to give.
You can also watch it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isDtYDmANkI
Comment: You'll just have to be a bit patient with subtitles though. But the learning of tango is a laugh. The years' worth of mastery of tangocrammed to two weeks? The girl was a bit a surprise herself. Maybe I do have a chance for tango too, haha :))
2. MARRY ME
A girl likes a boy, and the boy likes his BMX. So what should a little girl do for a little attention? This is a very light story of how far a girl can give for someone she loves.
It's a film finalist directed by Michelle Lehman for the 2008 Tropfest Australia Film Festival.
You can get it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFdbZHMBxfg
Comment: It's very light, that even my brothers took their time to watch it and laugh with me. I also like the background music, it adds to the pinkish atmosphere between this guys (so if there's anyway you have it or knows how to acquire it, please buzz me here!) And the kids can really act. It's cute! Go girl power!
3. SPIDER
(I really like this summary, so I'll just copy-paste it here.)
Jack and Jill are always hurting each others feelings. But like Mum said, Its all fun and games until someone loses an eye.
It's directed by Nash Edgerton.
You can get it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jmbv8kevQ-E
Comment: Like they said, it's a symbiotic relationship. Karma plays big on this film. The guy could've been sweet, save for the lame flowers. And the girl's really severe (oh, not the acting though). But the chocolate saves the day.Until the spider came to take it away.
I just have trouble following their conversation. It's either the volume was too low, or they just like talking in the volumes that they'd hear. I'd prefer subtitles though.
The title and the film's quote "It's all fun and game, until someone loses an eye," reminds me of an episode in xxxHolic, when Doumeki and Watanuki suffers eye loss after destroying a spider's web. Haha, just a trivia.
4. BEYOND WORDS
A deaf woman finds herself being stalked by a guy. Is he really a stalker? Or a rescue? This thriller is a finalist in 2009 Tropfest Australia Film Festival, directed by Armand de Saint-Salvy.
You can get it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJlVNxBbrU8
Comment: It says it's a thriller. But it's just that at the beginning. Anyway, the dark scenes with noises were terrific portrayals of a blind world, while the same can be said to the opposite world of the deaf. It's a real wonder how to find oneself in another's world, despite the gaps of senses.
Though I find it odd why the blind man tilts his head to, coincidentally/not, the direction of the girl, which freaked her out. It's as if he knew she was there.
And the girl. She was, erm, talking to herself, right at the beginning right? Does she really need to use sign languages, though? She can understand what she's missing, and all that...
5. I'LL FOLLOW THE SUN
"Is your child lonely? Call today to find your child their very own imaginary friend!"
Single mom takes this chance to make her child happy. And exactly whose imaginary friend is he? This film is a finalist in the Tropfest NY 2008, directed by Ben Thompson and Emily Marcuson.
You can get it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ar3HcPgwGlA
Comment: At first, I thought it was magic. Then I concluded that it is really magic. Simply Imagine Inc. sure knows who to pick up in times of lonesome crisis. I must say, I find the story touching. For as far as I understood the story, it's a tale of a person who try to fill the absence of someone significant in their lives, by seeking another person into it. And in the end, the mother sees significance in herself, as someone who can fill that gap.
Though I should also say, I couldn't understand her conversation on the phone. Someone should require them to put subtitles in it! (hehe). So, the last conversation with sunflower man is still a mystery to me.
6. SKELETTI GARDEROBEN (Skeletons in the Closet)
A woman wakes up in a dirty room, with no memory of she was, where she was, and who was the man in the same room with her. Trying to piece it together, they discover their relationship and their destruction.
It's directed by Ulrik Friberg for the 2007 Tribeca Film Festival. (Not sure whether it's really 2007 or 2008 though.)
You can get it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEdwi7XfdMk
Comment: Poor guy in the basket. He's forever condemned to see their little skit repeat every time they wake up. Unless, of course, they decide to shoot him. Though the film doesn't really appeal to me, I think it's a good portrayal of two people who can only be treated as a destruction for each other. If there's such a thing as time loop, then this story is.
7. MORSURE (Bitten)
A girl named Clara flees in the night from a man who was intent on shooting her. However, things aren't what they seemed. Why is a man whose sanity seemed intact, is trying to pursue his injured wife?
You can get it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvFAy_NSncg
Comment: It was a bit unexpected for me, since neither did I read the plot nor expected anything at all (brings suprises in store all the time.) Cool cinematography though. Just one thing, why didn't the police pursue him immediately? With his injury, he couldn't have escaped as quietly as he wanted to. And given with their ability to gather info fast and hunt people on the run quickly... but oh well. The husband is doomed after all.
Light, dark, gloomy, sad, scary, romantic - just in short while. And free. Ah, the power of the internet is indeed like the ocean.
Powerful and also destructive. Hypnotizing and then stimulating.
Want to watch them?
Me? Hehe. A surfer.
*crash! the large wave crashes into the seashore, and spreads far like a live liquid carpet, scaring some little tourists who had come to watch surfers and instead found themselves wet to the hips for trying to sunbathe from what they thought was out of the waves' reach. But my surfboard had gone over that wave and succesfully rode on it...*
Oh, not that kind of surfer though. Haha.
The net has been the ocean for me - breaks, after-office hours, weekends... If I remember it correctly, the last time I visited a real beach was the last week of June, even though I live near it. With this, I also have given up watching television, so I'm a bit outdated with news/shows - well, except if I come across big news like Hayden's camera, MJ's death, electronic elections...
Being withdrawn from my second home - the library - I've been reading bits online, the huge chunk of my time was set on reading manga. Reading e-books on a computer surface is tiresome, after all. Too much light exposure blurs my vision (hah! and how long do i read manga anyway?)
Well, not really withdrawn, seeing as my dad had been pestering me with reading his book Rich Dad, Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki and Sharon Lechter - book of investing knowledge. I dodged that initially, but I soon found my nose stuck on it for a while.It is a good book after all. Then, he's also pushing Og Mandino's Greatest Secret in the World. And I was... okay. Maybe after a year?
So besides missing books, I am also a bit film-deprived, so I started surfing YouTube.com. And I've struck luck.
Here are six of the videos I liked.
1. TANGHI ARGENTINI
Nominated for 2008 Best Live Action Short in the 80th Academy Awards, Guido Thys' Tanghi Argentini tells about a clerk who pesters his office mate into teaching him to dance Tango, after telling the girl in the chatroom that they will meet in a tango gathering. But the clerk seemed to have something up his sleeves, for this Christmas gift he wished to give.
You can also watch it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=isDtYDmANkI
Comment: You'll just have to be a bit patient with subtitles though. But the learning of tango is a laugh. The years' worth of mastery of tangocrammed to two weeks? The girl was a bit a surprise herself. Maybe I do have a chance for tango too, haha :))
2. MARRY ME
A girl likes a boy, and the boy likes his BMX. So what should a little girl do for a little attention? This is a very light story of how far a girl can give for someone she loves.
It's a film finalist directed by Michelle Lehman for the 2008 Tropfest Australia Film Festival.
You can get it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XFdbZHMBxfg
Comment: It's very light, that even my brothers took their time to watch it and laugh with me. I also like the background music, it adds to the pinkish atmosphere between this guys (so if there's anyway you have it or knows how to acquire it, please buzz me here!) And the kids can really act. It's cute! Go girl power!
3. SPIDER
(I really like this summary, so I'll just copy-paste it here.)
Jack and Jill are always hurting each others feelings. But like Mum said, Its all fun and games until someone loses an eye.
It's directed by Nash Edgerton.
You can get it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jmbv8kevQ-E
Comment: Like they said, it's a symbiotic relationship. Karma plays big on this film. The guy could've been sweet, save for the lame flowers. And the girl's really severe (oh, not the acting though). But the chocolate saves the day.Until the spider came to take it away.
I just have trouble following their conversation. It's either the volume was too low, or they just like talking in the volumes that they'd hear. I'd prefer subtitles though.
The title and the film's quote "It's all fun and game, until someone loses an eye," reminds me of an episode in xxxHolic, when Doumeki and Watanuki suffers eye loss after destroying a spider's web. Haha, just a trivia.
4. BEYOND WORDS
A deaf woman finds herself being stalked by a guy. Is he really a stalker? Or a rescue? This thriller is a finalist in 2009 Tropfest Australia Film Festival, directed by Armand de Saint-Salvy.
You can get it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FJlVNxBbrU8
Comment: It says it's a thriller. But it's just that at the beginning. Anyway, the dark scenes with noises were terrific portrayals of a blind world, while the same can be said to the opposite world of the deaf. It's a real wonder how to find oneself in another's world, despite the gaps of senses.
Though I find it odd why the blind man tilts his head to, coincidentally/not, the direction of the girl, which freaked her out. It's as if he knew she was there.
And the girl. She was, erm, talking to herself, right at the beginning right? Does she really need to use sign languages, though? She can understand what she's missing, and all that...
5. I'LL FOLLOW THE SUN
"Is your child lonely? Call today to find your child their very own imaginary friend!"
Single mom takes this chance to make her child happy. And exactly whose imaginary friend is he? This film is a finalist in the Tropfest NY 2008, directed by Ben Thompson and Emily Marcuson.
You can get it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ar3HcPgwGlA
Comment: At first, I thought it was magic. Then I concluded that it is really magic. Simply Imagine Inc. sure knows who to pick up in times of lonesome crisis. I must say, I find the story touching. For as far as I understood the story, it's a tale of a person who try to fill the absence of someone significant in their lives, by seeking another person into it. And in the end, the mother sees significance in herself, as someone who can fill that gap.
Though I should also say, I couldn't understand her conversation on the phone. Someone should require them to put subtitles in it! (hehe). So, the last conversation with sunflower man is still a mystery to me.
6. SKELETTI GARDEROBEN (Skeletons in the Closet)
A woman wakes up in a dirty room, with no memory of she was, where she was, and who was the man in the same room with her. Trying to piece it together, they discover their relationship and their destruction.
It's directed by Ulrik Friberg for the 2007 Tribeca Film Festival. (Not sure whether it's really 2007 or 2008 though.)
You can get it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEdwi7XfdMk
Comment: Poor guy in the basket. He's forever condemned to see their little skit repeat every time they wake up. Unless, of course, they decide to shoot him. Though the film doesn't really appeal to me, I think it's a good portrayal of two people who can only be treated as a destruction for each other. If there's such a thing as time loop, then this story is.
7. MORSURE (Bitten)
A girl named Clara flees in the night from a man who was intent on shooting her. However, things aren't what they seemed. Why is a man whose sanity seemed intact, is trying to pursue his injured wife?
You can get it here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qvFAy_NSncg
Comment: It was a bit unexpected for me, since neither did I read the plot nor expected anything at all (brings suprises in store all the time.) Cool cinematography though. Just one thing, why didn't the police pursue him immediately? With his injury, he couldn't have escaped as quietly as he wanted to. And given with their ability to gather info fast and hunt people on the run quickly... but oh well. The husband is doomed after all.
Light, dark, gloomy, sad, scary, romantic - just in short while. And free. Ah, the power of the internet is indeed like the ocean.
Powerful and also destructive. Hypnotizing and then stimulating.
Want to watch them?
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Beginner
Ah, finally. Managed to settle down this site.
I'm not new to blogging, but I'm new to this site. I guess, I just wanted a wider circle, and be a bit adventurist and anonymous.
I'll try to post as soon as I manage to pick up my mind.
But this is rather cool. Ha-ha. Just suck in fixing my layout.
Hello to myself to a new world. And hello to you, who may accidentally tumble across this blog. :)
Kudos!
I'm not new to blogging, but I'm new to this site. I guess, I just wanted a wider circle, and be a bit adventurist and anonymous.
I'll try to post as soon as I manage to pick up my mind.
But this is rather cool. Ha-ha. Just suck in fixing my layout.
Hello to myself to a new world. And hello to you, who may accidentally tumble across this blog. :)
Kudos!
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