Weekly Photo Challenge: Sunset


Four out of five of these pictures were taken at the very end of my family’s trip to Palawan. We were on the flight back to Manila, and I was fortunate enough to have a window seat. Suffice to say, I annoyed my brother by taking picture after picture after picture.

The fifth picture was taken a year or so ago from outside my grandparent’s house. It was one of those off days in which I actually stepped out of my room and ‘frolicked’ in the outside world.


Celebrity Crush of the Moment: Will Smith


I may not be familiar with The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air beyond the fact that my friend has recommended it to me a couple of times, but this scene that I stumbled upon really made me cry. I could relate to it, you know? I’ve just had a bad day and I need all the reassurance I could get, and lo and behold! I see this clip! *grin*

I can do this, you know? Survive life and all the mess it hands to you.

There’s a role model here in Will. I mean, he’s got a brilliant work ethic, a total family guy AND he’s acting range is pretty wide. From Fresh Prince to Pursuit of Happyness? Yeah ^_^ One of these days, I might just watch Hitchcock and see what all the fuss is about.

10 Things I Hate About You

Today was a really bad day and I seriously needed a pick-me-up. However, since I couldn’t find any large tubs of ice-cream in the shops on my way home from school, I figured watching a film from a decade ago ought to make me feel better.

Yeah, I’m a sucker for ‘old’ movies….

…That, and I like Julia Stiles. *grin* She was wonderful in Save the Last Dance, plus she was the girl in The Prince and Me, right??

Anyway, I watched 10 Things I Hate About You. What caught my attention was not just the catchy title, but also the fact that it’s based on one of Shakespeare’s plays, The Taming of the Shrew. And given that my experience with Shakespeare’s works include only a few sonnets, the balcony scene from Romeo and Juliet and whatever my English Lit. class has covered in Hamlet, I can’t say how much the film was based on the play. However, I plan to remedy that in the future.

I figured it watching it was worth a shot. My experience with modern remakes of Shakespeare is pretty good. (She’s the Man with Amanda Bynes comes to mind.) Suffice to say, I enjoyed the movie because not only did it distract me for an hour and a half, but Kat totally inspired me to be a shrew er, I mean to be a kind of person who does not follow the crowd. One who expresses what they think is right. One who does what they want despite it being uncool.

Of course, it does help that at the very beginning of the movie, Joan Jett’s ‘Bad Reputation’ was blasting from her car stereo. \m/ And my favourite quote from the entire movie is when Patrick says “Who needs affection when I have blind hatred?” to Kat.

And Kat’s sonnet, which is what the title of the film is all about:

I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you’re always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you’re not around, and the fact that you didn’t call. But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

Ohh, isn’t it sweet? Putting up a front and mistaking hatred for love… *sigh*

Random thought: I found it weird seeing Joseph Gordon-Levitt and David Krumholtz so young. I suppose I’m just used to them looking much older…

Let’s Talk Anime

During one of our free periods today, my friend and I were having an intense discussion about anime series. As I am more inclined to read about ill-fated love stories than watch a cartoon-ized version them, let’s just say my knowledge in all things anime is severely lacking. Heck, I don’t even know what anime really is — just that they’re good to look at, that’s all.*smirk*

My only experience with anime, as far as I could remember, was rushing home from school to catch the latest episode of One Piece and Slam Dunk. Even then that was only because my youngest uncle watched them as well. That was years ago when I was around nine/ten years old.

I remember watching Dragon Ball Z as well, but that’s neither here nor there.

A year or so ago, however, I was so caught up on a particular anime show that I stayed up late to catch its episodes every night (or was it every week? I forget…). The show’s title was Fate/stay Night, and I became hooked after seeing the main guy’s ginger hair. The entire story revolving around the Holy Grail War interested me, despite having caught it right at the middle of the story.

Anyway, my friend ended up recommending to me Tsubasa: Reservoir Chronicle. I’ve just finished watching the first episode and guess what? I’m hooked! What can I say? I’m a sucker for love stories, and the tension filled friendship between Syaoran and Sakura are just irresistible! Of course they’re in love with each other; it’s a classic plot!!

In the words of Filipina girls out there: nakikilig ako ^__^

Watch the first episode here.

A View from the Bridge: Alfieri’s Prologue

All right, this is me doing the entire internet community a public service.

I have spent the better part of an hour looking for the script of Alfieri’s opening speech in Google, only to come up with summaries of either the entire Act One or interpretations. Now, while that is all well and good, the actual excerpt would help!

So here I am now, typing the entire thing from my copy of the book (which, by the way, I bought online from Amazon — très cool). I’ve sacrificed ten minutes of my life to do this, so whoever you are reading this, be thankful. ;D

You wouldn’t have known it, but something amusing just happened. You see how uneasily they nod to me? That’s because I am a lawyer. In this neighbourhood to meet a lawyer or a priest on the street is unlucky. We’re only thought of in connection with disasters, and they’d rather not get too close.

I often think that behind that suspicious little nod of theirs lie three thousand years of distrust. A lawyer means the law, and in Sicily, from where their fathers came, the law has not been a friendly idea since the Greeks were beaten.

I am inclined to notice the ruins in things, perhaps because I was born in Italy . . . I only came here when I was twenty-five. In those days, Al Capone, the greatest Carthaginian of all, was learning his trade on these pavements, and Frankie Yale himself was cut precisely in half by a machine gun on the corner of Union Street, two blocks away. Oh, there were many here who were justly shot by unjust men.

Justice is very important here.

But this is Red Hook, not Sicily. This is the slum that faces the bay on the seaward side of Brooklyn Bridge. This is the gullet of New York swallowing the tonnage of the world. And now we are quite civilized, quite American. Now we settle for half, and I like it better. I no longer keep a pistol in my filing cabinet.

And my practice is entirely unromantic.

My wife has warned me, so have my friends; they tell me the people in this neighbourhood lack elegance, glamour. After all, who have I dealt with in my life? Longshoremen and their wives, and fathers and grandfathers, compensation cases, evictions, family squabbles – the petty troubles of the poor – and yet . . . every few years there is still a case, and as the parties tell me what the trouble is, the flat air in my office suddenly washes in with the green scent of the sea, the dust in this air is blown away and the thought comes that in some Caesar’s year, in Calabria perhaps or on the cliff at Syracuse, another lawyer, quite differently dressed, heard the same complaint and sat there as powerless as I, and watched it run its bloody course.

This one’s name was Eddie Carbone, a longshoreman working the docks from Brooklyn Bridge to the breakwater where the open sea begins.

EDDIE has appeared and has been pitching coins with the men and is highlighted among them. He is forty — a husky, slightly overweight longshoreman.

This one’s name was Eddie Carbone, a longshoreman working the docks from Brooklyn Bridge to the breakwater where the open sea begins.

ALFIERI walks into darkness.

I had to make an essay about this entire thing for my English Literature class, and let me say just how much I hated every minute of making it. I try my best, I really do, but I can’t help but feel my best isn’t good enough. Like my goal is right there, I could see it… but I can’t get to it because I’m not equipped enough to do so. I don’t know why, since I use big words and everything!

Anyway, it’s all very confusing, and I tend to not think about it much in fear of going insane. Well, being more insane that I already am. ^__^

Woah, I didn’t see that coming…

I know I’ve been busy with school the past few days, but… have things really changed that much? I went to sleep last night (one of the most epic Fridays I’ve had recently), and I wake up to find that Facebook has some new updates.

Don’t get me wrong — I’m all up for the betterment of our social networking experience, but this is just too much so soon. Every time I check my News Feed, I feel like the Friends lists on the left hand side are staring at me. ‘Oh look, my Family is gonna see my status update… better make it less vulgar.’ ‘Oh look, my school friends are gonna see it as well, better make it sound cool.’ ‘Oh look, I have a list for Acquaintances — better not put any important information either.’

It’s just TOO MUCH to worry about!!

This is the new Wall layout, to be released soon. There’s a customisable cover art at the very top, which is like a header (I get flashbacks of Bebo with this). Also, the timeline format of status updates and recent activity kinda reminds me of Twitter…


What ever happened to ignorance is bliss, huh? Back then, I couldn’t care less about what I said on Facebook (there was even that one time I got scolded by my aunt because I lacked tact). Now however, all I could think about is that my Family, my school friends, Acquaintances and whoever-else-is-on-a-list is going to hear my random shout-outs… and I feel slightly self-conscious.

Argh, maybe this is my subconscious telling me I should quit.

Naaah… it couldn’t be ;D

By the way: If you want the new Facebook timeline now than waiting for its release on October 1st, then follow this link for a step-by-step how-to.

Lookie What I Found!

So in accordance to my English Lit. homework, I’ve searched in the internet the many versions of Hamlet in film. I’ve managed to find three: a 1996 movie with Kate Winslet as Ophelia, a 1990 movie with Mel Gibson as Hamlet, and one really, really old version made in 1948. (As for the David Tennant fan in me, I’m searching for a video of that play for fun.)

Anyway, as I was searching through the web pages, I stumbled upon this nifty poem.

Green Eggs and Hamlet

I ask to be or not to be.
That is the question I ask of me.
This sullied life, it makes me shudder.
My uncle's boffing dear sweet mother.
Would I, could I take me life?
Could I, should I end this strife?
Should I jump out of a plane?
Or throw myself before a train?
Should I from a cliff just leap?
Could I put myself to sleep?
Shoot myself or take some poison?
Maybe try self immolation?
To shudder off this mortal coil,
I could stab myself with a fencing foil.
Slash my wrists while in the bath?
Would it end my angst and wrath?
To sleep, to dream, now there's the rub.
I could drop a toaster in my tub.
Would all be glad if I were dead?
Could I perhaps kill them instead?
This line of thought takes consideration-
For I'm the king of procrastination.

Awesome, isn’t it? It brought a smile to my face ^__^

Busy, Busy, Busy…

I’ve been so swamped up with school work, I think a part of my molecular structure has morphed into a bee or something. Geddit? Busy bee? ^__^

School has pretty much taken over my life. I know I’ve complained about the lack of work I’ve had in the past, but honestly, I was not expecting this. I mean, I don’t mind waking up as early as seven am (not much, anyway). And I don’t mind the fifteen to twenty-minute walk (depending on speed) to school either, once I figured out which way to go. What I’m really worked up about is the school work.

the basic gist of my schedule

At the beginning of the school year — that is, just two weeks ago — I was taking four lessons: English Literature, ICT, Media Studies and Mathematics. However, after the first few lessons, I decided to quit ICT because it was not what I expected. Researching about the NHS and Britain’s dental health was not what I wanted to do after leaving school, so yeah…

As for English Lit, I had to read The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy and do essays — pretty easy, though it requires some time and effort. Media Studies is, to be honest, not what I expected. It’s a BTEC course, meaning there would be no exam and your grades will be based on the homework and projects in class. I’m trying my hardest here to get Distinctions.

And for Maths, well… (I can’t believe I’m saying this, but) I miss the Maths in the Philippines!! Back there, all you had to do was listen to the lesson and do the work your teacher assigned you, then pass it the next day. Here, the teacher has to go over points again and again, and then assign homework to be passed the next week! The suspense kills me. I am so not used to the British school system yet >_<

So it seems I’m a very hard-working student who does her work immediately and days before it’s due. But then, how come I feel to swamped all the time? Perhaps it’s because on top of the homework, I have to do house chores as well. Or maybe it’s the fifteen to twenty-minute walk (depending on speed) that eats my energy away.

I dunno, but either way, I’m as busy as a bee.

Things to do:

  1. For English Lit.
    • finish reading The God of Small Things
    • watch several versions of Hamlet
    • research on 1950s America (in preparation for The View Under the Bridge by Arthur Miller)
    • buy a copy of The View Under the Bridge by Arthur Miller
    • complete the first three grids on the Hamlet booklet
  2. For Media Studies
    • essay on “What is Media Studies?”
  3. Maths
    • complete the re-do of the unit test (don’t ask; I got a 62%)
    • check/mark exercises F, G, H and I
    • oh, and start writing more neatly (as if that is possible for me)

NEW Breaking Dawn (Part 1) Movie Trailer

Here it is, what Twi-hards all over the world are waiting for…

*drum roll*

…the new BREAKING DAWN, PART 1 theatrical trailer!! This is no measly teaser trailer, but a full on two minutes and thirty seconds preview. To be honest, it pretty much covers the first half of the book so even non-Twilight fans can get the gist of the plot — what’s the point of the movie?

Okay, that was a joke. I didn’t mean that. (Not completely, anyway ^__^)

Random thought: If the Cullens are supposed to be vampires and therefore never-changing, how come their hairstyles change every time there’s a new film out? I understand it’s impossible to keep the same hairstyle over three or four years, but at least let them be the same colour.

Remember That List?

I love making lists; yes, I do. Call me a list-aholic if you wish, for I am not ashamed. Lists are fun and useful. They organise your thoughts into a practical format and they can be easily ticked off when needed, unlike in paragraphs wherein you have to search for key words and blah blah blah.

The list I want to talk about is the one I made around four months ago, way back when I was still in the Philippines and in the middle of the most boring of summers. I made a list about the movies I want to watch, and I’ve slowly been ticking them off one by one. It’s a slow process, but as of this moment, I’m happy to announce that I’ve watched the following movies:

It’s not much, but given my record, five out of eighteen in the space of sixteen weeks is an accomplishment. ^__^ However, it was only recently have I finished watching the last two films on the list, Jane Eyre and Sense and Sensibility.

For the former, I watched the more recent version, the one with Mia Wasikowska (y’now, that girl who played Alice in Alice in Wonderland?) I enjoyed the movie, though they did cut some parts off from the novel. Because of that, I’m dead set on watching the 1996 version just to see if that was truer to the book. (Reading Wikipedia, however, I doubt it…)

As for Sense and Sensibility, I enjoyed it immensely. Of course, it helped that Emma Thompson and Alan Rickman from the Harry Potter series portray Elinor Dashwood and Colonel Brandon, respectively. And Kate Winslet, who needs no introduction. Oh, and let’s not forget the Hughs Grant and Laurie (Notting Hill, House M.D.) Watching the move makes me want to read the book again… sigh.

So yeah, I had a busy weekend. *cheeky grin*