Book First, Movie Later

So finally, the wait is over. Majority of the metropolis is raving about Twilight, the movie. And because I am one, self-confessed Edward and Bella lunatic, oops I mean, fanatic, I dashed to the mall 48 hours after the first day of showing. So yeah, while I’m still at it, I’d take this time to write about it and finally break this long-extended blog leave. Forgive me though, my creative juices are still dripping at a minimum level, so please bear with me folks. 

Watching the movie after having read (and re-read the book a couple times over) is, actually not a good idea. And since that part of my left brain lusts for some accurate visual entertainment, to my dismay, the movie failed to seduce the reader’s keen sense of detail. 

Well what do you expect? All 498 pages of the book cramped into a two hour silver screen version. So just imagine watching a Cliff notes version of the book. All chapters summarized into one, organized story line. Most details where changed, some parts altered and deleted, but just the same, it ended with the way it should. Edward and Bella together, still, more vampire hunts ahead. 

But to be fair with the movie producers and the director, vampire chase-scenes and other out-of-this-human-league vampire qualities are brilliantly delivered in the movie. That’s A for effort. And yeah, Robert Pattinson did Edward Cullen justice, so does Kristen Stewart to Isabella Swan. The movie theater is filled with rustling shrieks of admiration, as these two beings perfectly personified a drop-dead-gorgeous-and potentially-dangerous immortal, head over heels in-love with a Phoenix-bred lass who was somewhat perceived to be a bit jaded.

So a few things I’ve learned when watching a movie that I enjoyed reading:

• don’t expect all the scenes to be as accurate as it was vs. the book.
• the movie won’t turn out the way you imagined it to be. Some may be better than your imagination, while the others are better left within the confines of your creative mind.
• it is not THAT bad to watch the movie though, it helps to know other people’s perception of the book. And then you realize how distorted your brain works as the movie turns out to be a mismatch of your imagination.

Now the disclaimer : This is not a film review, I am not a film critic. This post is brought about by simply watching Twilight. And I will remain an Edward and Bella fan. 

Though I have this nagging impression that the director didn’t actually read the book….tsk. Hahaha.

Peace!

Carpe Diem

 

Got this from postsecret: 

I hope not.

T.G.I.S

“It’s the most annoying question and they just can’t help asking you. You’ll be asked at family gatherings, particularly weddings. Men will ask you it on first dates. Therapists will ask you over and over again. And you’ll ask yourself it far too often. It’s the question that has no good answer, and that never makes anyone feel better. It’s the question, that when people stop asking it, makes you feel even worse….”

- Julie Jenson in How to be Single by Liz Tuccillo

Hits straight home. It’s undeniably one of the main reasons why you could creatively think of a thousand and one reasons to beg off at family gatherings and weddings. The last single woman standing. They’d incessantly tease you on it, much to your chagrin. And you’ve grown tired of answering the same questions over and over again. Funny how people can really get into your nerves. Such are things that make your life a tad ordeal to speak of, things that you have to live with for the rest of your single life.

But then again, single life isn’t all about being miserable, it isn’t about having to live a lonely, pathetic life.

Because there are times….

When you stand witness to a domestic squabble that went violently out of hand; when you look at the terrified face of a mother tending to her sick child; when you’ve grown tired of listening to a wife’s agony on her philandering husband – much to your dismay, and much to her being a bonafide candidate to martyrdom; or when you gasp in disbelief when your highschool chum who used to be the most popular in your batch shows up in her shabby, dishelved self, exuding that aura that she badly needs a makeover  – all because of her good-for-nothing lifetime partner and her seemingly tedious domestic chores.  And worse when a friend can’t  afford the simplest of life’s pleasures because of financial constraints.

These are the moments when you can momentarily rejoice in silence thinking that you are lucky enough not to be in their shoes. These things can subtly break that sporadic loneliness creeping in to you in the most unwanted moment, because logic dictates that you’d rather be alone than go through the same predicament.

I am not saying that married life or coupling up is like a curse, neither do I say that single life is a blessing. It’s just that today, is one of those out-of-the-blue-extraordinary-day when I can say:

Thank God I’m Single.

Reflections

I am another year older again today. Don’t ask how old, for I myself cringe at the thought of how ancient I am already. As with the previous years when I began dreading this day, I always wake up lost, staring on a blank space with empty thoughts nestling in my head. Only to be brought back to life as my cellphone beeps with greetings from those who cared to remember.

Anyway birthdays for the oldies aren’t that bad at all….I surmise. For one, being the celebrant gives you the privilege to take a day off. And I decided to have one today.

Or when you’re done sulking in misery, ranting about how life could be better when you’re younger or when you almost curse at your body’s metabolic rate who decides to slow down every year, time comes when you reflect about the good things in your life.

Ok, writing this post in my brand new macbook is also another thing to be thankful about. Lol. Alright, forgive me for bragging, it’s my birthday today remember? And this is my blog anyway. Hahaha.

Then I have my job. Ah this job. It’s a love-hate relationship…. but just the same, this job is responsible for the macbook that I’m holding today, the car that I’m driving, the paycheck that makes a few  of life’s indulgences quite affordable, the countries I’ve been to and to say the least, the constant backpain I get. Still, I love this job more than I hate it.

Ok enough of this already. I’m off for the day. This old birthday hag decides to simply enjoy the day, and is off to some place where her feet would lead her to.

Cheers.

Too Close for Comfort

Sometimes when people get too close and comfortable with you, they also get the highest probability of offending you, recklessly.

Time and again, it’s been said that the ones who are most likely to hurt you are your friends and your loved ones – unintentional or not. Well, maybe because you are who you are when you’re with them. You’re not tied-up with numbers nor do you walk on eggshells when dealing with them. No qualms. No reservations. No pretensions.

Sure.

But that doesn’t give you any right to be a thoughtless, mindless individual, behaving under false pretenses that you are just being “yourself”. And occasionally, for some unfortunate event, you come across people who’d take advantage of your kindness. Those who’d subtly attempt at getting at you and see if they can get away with it.

Ahhh…such human foibles.

But still, everybody deserves second chances. While they say you can never polish a turd, I say, forgiveness is also a virtue.

I only hope that this person would prove someday, that he deserves such forgiveness.

Plain, Dull and Beautiful

Excerpts from: Walter Kirn on Relationships:

“They tend to go out on the town in pairs, I’ve noticed: the conventionally pretty one, all dolled up and shining, and her average-looking friend, who’s barely had time to do her hair. The pretty one, I have a hunch, is generally the instigator. With the plainer one by her side, she thinks she’ll look even more dazzling than usual. And the plainer one goes along with the idea because she wants to bask in her friend’s glow—or maybe because she just doesn’t get out much. I don’t know. I do know, however, that when I spot them and manage to push in beside them at the bar, I often feel sorry for the pretty one. Because she’s about to learn that she’s not the pretty one”

“I like her friend. Her friend has hands that are too big for her wrists. And when she gestures with them to make a point, I’m mesmerized by their power, their vitality. I’d like to hold them. To feel them on my back. I bet they’re warm-much warmer than the pretty one’s which are small and slender but look icy.”

“…..in the fairy tale, Cinderella goes unnoticed until her appearance is magically transformed to match little girls’ ideal of loveliness, which they grow up believing is little boys’ ideal of loveliness. This belief is wrong, though. And I should know, because I’m a grown-up boy who longs for Cinderellas who’ve never touched a pair of glass slippers—who are plenty alluring barefoot. I prefer them to some princesses I’ve danced with. I prefer them—these unconventional-looking women who too frequently call themselves ugly or imperfect when they ought to call themselves perfecting—because their transformations are still ongoing.….”

I wonder how many men look at women in the same way Walter Kirn does. And I wonder too, how many of us, plain-looking women think and see ourselves the way this man does.

I marvel at the thought of how typical masculine whim transcends physical attraction. When being beautiful doesn’t mean having to spend hours on end standing in front of the mirror, doing all things imaginable – in an attempt to look pleasant in the eyes of the opposite sex or even in the eyes of people around you.

It is so true that we women tend to internally scoff at ourselves as we are driven by a penchant for having an appearance of perfect geometric proportions. We’d always find flaw in every inch of our body – from the head down to our toes. And we’d do anything and everything just get what we “physically” want.

How great it is to think however, that heads turn to your direction not because you are the sexiest woman on the face of the earth, rather it is quite endearing to sense and spot you as a transformation in progress….

And yes, we ought to call ourselves perfecting.

Etc. Etc. Etc.

Myanmar death toll rose to 15,000; China earthquake claimed 62,000 lives; Images of the RCBC massacre keep on sending chills down my spine; David Cook is the new American Idol; the saga continues with Barrack and Hillary; the peso is down again….jeepney fare is at eight pesos; there’s a whole lot of commotion over the Meralco thing……and this blog is close to dormancy already.

It’s been more than a month since I last clicked the “write a new post” button. And in my attempt to compose my very first entry after a long time, random flashes of this month’s tragic events are the things that came to my mind.

Life seemed to stand still over the past few weeks. Feels like I’m being hauled by a centrifugal force as my inner world radically spins out of orbit. But as they say – life goes on.

One good thing though, my battle with this weight issue is giving favorable results….12 pounds gone and still counting! Thanks to Arthur S. Agatston, finally, I can see a glimmer of hope in my eternal crusade against fat.

There’s so much to write about….but I guess my blogging habit needs to get all warmed up again before I can truly, fully set off to normal blogging mode.

Thank you my blogfriends for bearing with me. Well, I guess I’m back….as in SEXY back. Lolol!!!!