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*

Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130


I was just looking through random videos in YouTube when I stumbled upon this wonderful, wonderful little video. Alan Rickman… wait for it… reading Shakespeare! I mean, his voice is heavenly enough, but to hear it say Sonnet 130 in particular?

Oh.

My.

Gosh.

Okay, so my experience with this sonnet is — well, I didn’t know the name of the sonnet, let’s just say. I’ve only heard it once, and that was during that Comic Relief thing with David Tennant and Catherine Tate. Even then, Tate speaks it so fast I just focus on her voice than the words.

My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips’ red ;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damask, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress, when she walks, treads on the ground:
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.