Les Misérables

  

19^th century. Revolution. Powerful musical.

I was half-hearted to watch Les Miserables for two reasons: one, I promised my best friend that I’ll be watching it with her and two, I was mentally spent by exam earlier that I don’t want to watch anything that might require my thinking faculty. But since I don’t like going home straight after school, I gave in to my classmate's pang-aaya. So we went to Trinoma and head to cinema floor right away. We were both pissed when we found that Les Miserables tickets were all sold out (like wtf? Its only 3pm). Blah. Blah. Blah. I must stop ranting here before this post turns into a rage post. Anyway, were able to secure tickets from SM (they've got it all for us, apparently) hah! :)

Okay, I knew from the beginning that Les Miserables won’t be an easy film to watch but I never thought it would require too much patience (for me anyway) to finish it. The opening scene with all the slaves working reminds me of The Prince of Egypt for some reason. Anyway, I thought it was a cute opening, really catchy. The first hour of the movie’s alright. Hugh Jackman who played Jean Valjean was a revelation (I didn’t know Wolverine could sing, hahaha!) On the other hand, Anne Hathaway’s appearances were little yet she really made an impact. Hathaway (Fantine) will surely break your heart. The scene where she had to sell her hair, two front teeth and resort to prostitution after being kicked off her job served as emo-drainage for me. Her singing of I dreamed a dream is just something I really felt. Overall, I think Anne Hathaway’s portrayal was profound. Although I’m Amanda Seyfried’s fan, her character (Cosette) didn’t appeal to me, at all.  The movie in totality is beautiful. I just don’t get why they have to sing practically every dialogue. I know its meant to be musical but I think that characters could have given more emotion on some scenes if dialogues were spoken, not sung. But hey, that’s just me. 

A Slice of Pi

A boy of many faiths. A 450-pound Bengal tiger.

A shipwreck. A lifeboat. The Pacific Ocean.

I never thought I would like love the movie since I didn’t really enjoy the novel (I didn’t even made it halfway) but since I don’t have anything better to do, I watched it anyway. Eye-popping, thought-provoking would best describe the movie, I think. Overall, it wasn’t perfect but there are couple of scenes where I found myself lost with my own thoughts. I don’t know about the “story that would make you believe in God” (snot like I need any story to believe in God) but I didn’t really find it as something religious or anything in the least, or maybe it’s just me. I’ve already told my company to tap me if he ever see sleeping (were doing LFS, hey!) but it was such a visual feast, I was up the whole time. In any case, I’ve gotta say that it is one of the best movies I’ve seen. Style and substance rolled in one, how can I possibly not love it? Hah! :)

Pi -at wit's end. :(

I have two favourite scenes in the movie. First would be when dolphins showed up and he saw a ship nearby, he shoot in hopes of being rescued but his attempts have failed. I find this scene sad and real. I thought hey, life’s really like that. There’d be times where everything’s just messed up you don’t know what to do. You’d sink into depression; you’d seek help only to realize no one could really help you but yourself. I think it tries to convey that there are things in life that we must do alone. My second favourite was when he found the floating island of trees –the temporary salvation. Feel free to judge me of over reading but I think the island symbolizes the idea of settling for something seemingly good when in reality, there’s something better (only it would be risky, of course). For someone whose gone hungry for days, it would be very tempting to just stay in the island which offers unlimited food, water and shelter. Then again, we all know what would eventually happen to him. The algae island is simply an allegory to crossroad between mere existing and living, on how one decides to spend his life.

As for ending, I don’t really know which version I like better…yet. The first story is very appealing though. Guess I’m reading the whole thing, after all.

awesomenimity

It felt like it was just yesterday when I was crazily waiting for 2012 to come, hoping and praying for a bigger and brighter year; now I’m bidding it goodbye. Ah, how time flies.

Twenty twelve has been a tough year. It was demanding, it was stressful; not a second of it was easy but it was all worth it. Troubles here and there were well paid off by kilig everywhere (hihihi) so, blah. I’ve learnt a lot and I’ve come to see life in new light. There’s just heap of good things and people that have come to my life (yays for that) that I’ve actually forgotten the things I wanted to complain about. Hoho.

Anywhooo, a new year has come. Let’s all leave whatever baggage we have in the past and start fwesh. 

Cheers to life that keeps getting sweeter and better! <3 

Dodging glances

1.       It makes you glow, makes you grow;

Never would it drive you low.

Most people’s dream, it’s always free;

Hard to get a grip, for it continuously flee.

What is the answer to this riddle?

2.       O! tril-lil-lil-lolly~

Do not make me angry,

God! For I am so hungry;

Somebody hand me lolli?

What the hell was that? Okay. Truth be told, that was my fail attempt of making rhymes and riddles. I'm gaga like that, ha! I’ve got my nose stuck on The Hobbit for couple of days now, and I really find it fun and an amusing read. I have tried reading it in the past, but I just don’t find it interesting then. Dwarves? Err. I’m not one bit fond of them. I reckon, I’m just gonna have to watch the movie without reading the novel since I find it bit childish for my liking… or not.

I just have this habit of reading stuff first before watching, it makes me superior than half of the people I am watching it with. Just kiddin!

What’s this post is all about? I don’t even know. I’m sure though that it isn’t just about The Hobbit or Tolkien’s awesomeness. It’s something big and deep; and is coming from within. Chos!

 I just feel so giddy and funny lately.

PS. It’s really an empty post. I just feel like updating my blog since I realised I don’t have anything for December yet. :D

It's not you, it's me.

Dear Chemistry,

It saddens me how our relationship is turning into a bad romance. In all honesty, I never thought we’d ever lose spark. Since I respect and loved you once, with all my heart, I’m just gonna take a different path. Just so whatever in between us won’t have to turn into something really ugly and bitter? I don’t know but recently, all you do is bring out the dumbest in me and I don't like it. Though I cannot tell you yet what I want in the future, I am very certain that its not you or anything like you, at all. I'm sorry. I’m afraid this is the end of us. I hope to see you not, ever. 

Sincerely,

J

I’ve always thought the need to work my ass to get something I really want would be the most difficult thing I would ever get to do in this life time. Boy, I was wrong. Trying to figure what I really want in life is the bomb. That stagnant and lost feeling –asn@!!cna! I don’t even know where to start. L

While I’m on my third semester on Master of Science in Chemistry Education, I had this sudden change of heart. Okay, maybe not sudden, since it is actually recurring, whatever. The thing is I don’t find Chemistry fascinating anymore. It’s only been two weeks since class started yet I can’t wait for the semester to end. God knows how much I wanted to fast forward to Christmas break and how hopeful I am for class suspension every time it rains or whenever new LPA is around (true story, bro). I hate how my mind automatically shuts down upon hearing chemistry related words; that I have to dyslexic-ally sit for a three hour lecture of derivatives and stuff; how I do injustice to my professor –like, he does his lectures beautifully and I, in return, leave his class without understanding one bit of it.

This is me during class:

Prof: Reviewing derivatives.

*IMH: Ah, so sleepy. I should’ve grabbed coffee on my way.

Prof: On total differential.

IMH: Dammit, it’s so cold. I should’ve worn something thicker. Wait, what the hell is he talking about? Damn, I need coffee. /doodles

Prof: On cyclic rule and thermodynamics.

IMH: Is it 11 yet?

Prof: Answer numbers 2 and 3. B.

IMH: Sufferings. Crap, I wanna go home. /doodles

*IMH – Inside My Head 

Sigh. I wish the thought never crossed my mind. 
Trololol.

Chase

“I just wanted to hear your voice”

Right! How else could I possibly start a beautiful day but with a very random phone call? I don’t know why you called; it’s been months since our last conversation, since I realized something and decided to distance myself from you. What can you possibly want from me now? I wanted to befriend you, but I realized it would be impossible, with you always ranting on how I left you before and how you’d always ask me to try and see if we could make it work this time. In all honesty, I wanted too, but the last relationship I had ended up so ugly that I lost my appetite on love, romance and its synonyms. I’m just not ready to commit again…yet. I know you are with someone else now, I could tell that she likes you a lot. Which brings me back to my question, why’d you call me?  Okay, I might’ve an idea why and I think that’s real cute and sweet. Then again, guilt eats me up; you are not supposed to behave like that. We are not friends; you don’t have to check on me. We’re two people with history and I reckon it’s improper to say cute and sweet things to people from your past especially when you have someone in present. It’s just wrong.

I don’t know. Try to ring me in 2013. Maybe then, some irony in life would’ve melted. Like, people would stop running away from people who loves them and people would stop running after people who doesn’t love them. Maybe then things would be better for us. Maybe.

At wit's end

I’M LOST –the idea finally struck me after hours of walking and trying to figure my way home. I know I was somewhere in San Juan but everything seemed unfamiliar to me. It was getting dark and the bad weather made my situation worse. I was walking in some narrow street; it was a bit scary for I can’t see a single person or street lamp ahead. I got goose bumps for some reason I cannot fathom, my instinct tells me I should walk faster. I’m not the kind of person who ignores instinct or voices in my head; just when I decided to run, someone gripped my backpack and pulled me. I tried my best to outpace him but I failed. Irritably, he asked for my stuff. Anger’s all over his face. Scared, I looked straight to his eyes and begged him. I was willing to give him whatever; I only begged for his mercy, I was afraid he’d hurt me.  He just laughed, then I felt surge of pain somewhere in my body. It took me seconds to realize that he gouged me with a knife. I wobbled; everything is just blurry. I was screaming, I remember myself cursing. I promised I would haunt him and whoever gets hold of my stuff.

And then, I woke up. It was raining outside, I have the air condition on yet I was kind of sweaty. It was quarter past midnight. I was so thirty I went straight downstairs for drink. That was one hell of a dream. Must be Crime and Punishment's effect on me. I swear, it was freaking vivid. I just thought to myself: I don’t usually dream but when I do, it’s awful. Took hours for me to shake off the thought and get back to sleep. It was my first night of living alone and bam! So much for I'm-twenty-four-I-should-try-doing-things-on-my-own-and-living-alone, eh? :)