On HP 7

First, the epilogue sucked!

What happened to Ron's line "Thank god you have your mother's brains" and "It's me. I'm famous."?

Malfoy and Ron had a spat! And where the hell was Scorpius??? I wanted to see him! And like SEE him!

They also ruined the kissing scene!... Ron and Hermione were suppose to kiss in the heat of the battle, not after killing the snake. Okay, I'll admit. Killing the snake somehow gets the adrenaline pumping but still the hype was not enough.

Battle scene=romantic scene/funny scene...get it???

It was when Harry said, "Guys, this is not the time."

Then Ron replied, "We'll never know."

But, kudos for the Death of the Prince. It was intensely heartbreaking although I really did not cry in that scene.

My tears poured when I saw Fred lying on the floor lifeless. And the scene with Tonks and Loony and their hands! They were almost touching! Just heart-wrenching! I tried so hard not to reach for the tissue I got compliments of KFC but I just could not help it.

Kudos to Professor McGonagall. Never thought she had a funny side.

"Always wanted to use that spell," was what she said. She sounded like a teenager. And her fight scene with Snape, OUTSTANDING!

The scene where Harry was alone in the forest with the dead was the way I imagined it to be except for the taking-the-snitch-out part. He WHISPERED to it. Okay. WHISPERED. Sheesh!

I'm sorry for being exaggerated but the film people keep chopping out the good parts or should I say, the parts that I was expecting the most! I know it can be a little bit boring like what happened to the first two films but, hey! Show a little loyalty! And pick the right scenes!!! I always wanted to see Cornelius Fudge's face when Harry said that he was Dumbledore's man through and through! And some other scenes that I can't quite remember now because of this rage in my head.

Anyway, I still enjoyed the movie. Watched it with my closest girlfriends! Until next time!

Pouting Little Angel

Every time I go home back to my apartment, I see this really cute Chow-Chow. Actually, there are three of them: brown, white and black. But that the cutest among them is the brown one. I sneaked a picture. I'm familiar with the owners but, I guess, I'm a little embarrassed.




This is him up close...


I wanted to get a closer view...but I was afraid to wake him...and be chased at...heehee...(^o^)/

Pain Shmain

Pain is the same, wherever we got it. Yesterday, I had a grueling 5 hour exercise. It wasn't continuous but it still killed.

The last time I felt pain like this was back 3 years ago when I was active in the Varsity. Preparations for tournaments have always been tiring, not to mention frustrating. It's hard when you want to do something that your body would not want to do because it knows that whatever you're doing is either suicide or just plain out of your nature. Sometimes practicing over and over and over helps but still...some things just doesn't work.

Going back...

Yesterday, I went jogging at 6:30 in the morning. It was late compared to my regular which is 5:30. I think I need to point the fact that I watched Transformers 3 with some of my friends the night before and did not expect to go home that late. It is my fault obviously. But I had made an improvement in my jogging routine. I made 4 laps yesterday not including the 2 laps of walking. The first two runs, I had to rest in between. One lap Jog. One lap Walk. Jog. Walk. Then I felt a sudden wave of enthusiasm and I don't know what kind of spirit came over me but I wanted to do 2 more laps without a walking break. And I did. And I felt great. I honestly did not think that I would regret what I did until now. I shouldn't have pushed myself that hard. Well, at least, not yesterday.

So after jogging, I went straight to my other stuff. Homework. Sketched during break. Actually, sketched a lot. (Sorry, I just can't keep away from an empty paper and a sharpened pencil. I always find the need to use them.) Then a text came. It was from Miko, a very sporty friend of mine. He asked me when I was at the movies if I wanted to play badminton the next day. I texted okay. Now, I wish I didn't.

While I was sketching, Miko reminded me of our thing. Of course, I remembered. We met up and I realized that we weren't the only people playing. We had company. The more the merrier right? Where's the harm in than? Wrong again.

There we were at Dr. Cervantes' home and waited for a certain Korean Dr. Lim. When the gang was finally there, we left. Miko and I sat quietly at the back, letting Dr. Cervantes do all the talk. Apparently, Dr. Lim knew a little English. I also think his daughter Ella was at the same level.

We finally arrived at the place and started playing. We played for 3 straight hours. I barely sat down. If I did, it would take only a couple of minutes and then game on. I really had to hand it to Miko. He did not sit. Just this one time for water break. And that was it. He was playing the entire time.

Then a friend of Miko's caught up, Kuya Jan. And like a habit, we played. We just finished a match, a real match (Dr. Lim and Miko vs. Jan and me), which was just after another real match (Dr. Cervantes and Jan vs. Miko and me...by the way, I'm one big loser. Wherever I was was the losing team. I suck.), Ella wanted to play and needed a play mate. Dr. Cervantes asked me if I could but my right arm is about to fall off so I declined very very nicely. But she kept insisting...my golly wow. It's a good thing Kuya Jan was there to the rescue. He took Ella to the court, played with her for a while then introduced her to some kids there. Minutes later, she was playing with them as if they were BFFs. Thank god for children's innate ability to make friends.

After the strenuous playing, Dr. Lim bought us dinner. The dinner was grand (Thank you Dr. Lim). I hand not eaten that many in ...well, since the summer. But life at a University is a life of a pauper and just weeks of it makes you want to leave and come home. And that's another pain for you.

It's not that I did not enjoy the company. I did. I actually did! We had fun but I was just so tired afterwards... I just wanted to whine, I guess.

See...Physical pain can ease out instantly. All you need to do is rest, just what I did today. When I woke up, I realized I couldn't get out of bed and so I laid there from 8 am to 4 pm. I did eat but with much agitation and difficulty. I also had trouble attaching Salonpas to my body. Every movement ached. But there are other forms of pain, the kind of pain that doesn't leave a virtual mark. You just hurt but no one can see it. There is no evidence. And that pain, my friends, is the meanest, cruelest, most annoying pain ever.

Take for example the pain in being pressured. Everyday we are pushed into doing things that we don't want but most of the time what we need, like going to school or work. Not many people know this but its a pain. A drag. Not unless, you like doing it then by all means, please.

Then there's also a pain of confusion. When things come right up in front of you then you start questioning what you stand for, there is pain. You realize that some of the aspects that you know are wrong and you want to accept this new deal but you seem to can't, not because you're being stubborn but because that's not you. And that hurts. It sucks.

And there are the more popular kinds of inner pain like break-ups, misunderstandings, death, financial instability and other related stuff that people tend to avoid discussing for the fear of going crazy. So what they do...what WE do is pretend. And that's pain there. Pain of hiding what you truly feel. And isn't that just freaking cliche.

I'm getting way out of line and my words, way out of hand. I should be writing this in my diary but I need something from the net and this white empty screen just keeps on tempting me.

No one reads my blogs anyways. I think that's good enough for me.

I think I need more rest. Good riddance!

Continuing...with First of May

I just did the last four chapters of the First of May...and I am honestly, quite happy about it. I'm not really into the lovely mushy love stories but I ended up writing one. What's wrong with me?

Maybe deep down I am really a hopeless romantic...WAIT!...Did I just admit that I, me, I, am a hopele--- hhhuuummmppphhhfffffff! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Erase that. That never happened. Going back.

Like I said, I just finished four chapters. Now, why is it that I can't do that with my thesis? I mean both takes a lot of time and research and patience...Hmmm...must be the drive. But I have a drive! I BADLY WANT TO GRADUATE!! PLEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAASSSSEEE!!!

But...really now, I'm straddling among three realms: Reality (thesis), Animation (Comics and Anime) and Ink (Books and other Literary Finds). Opportunities keep opening up to me and all of them are just tempting except the manus...I NEED to do it for me to finish college. But the other stuff...well, it seems like they're calling. I feel like I'm in those chick flick movies where the protagonists needs to choose her path. And it always happens in the most tumultuous time of her life ...well, for me...minus the love life...

I do have time to write AND to make comics...but now, I am currently occupied with the academics but what do you do when the opportunity you always wanted I staring right back at you...now, it really feels like the movies...It's freaking me out!

Anyhow, I still have my head. I know what I have to do. I just hope that the opportunities that were presented to me are willing to wait for me. One more year please. Just one more year. And I'll be all yours. Just one more year.

The Restless Slug

Today, I found myself in a lake of emotions. Not a sea. I can assure you my world is not that vast. I believe that there are still so many places, things and experiences to see, do and feel.

Anyway…

Just seconds ago I was comforted by a memory. It was way back when I was competing in Arnis. I remember forfeiting a match because I had to help run some errands for the team. I cried. I can’t believe I cried. It was not the first time I cried in front of everybody but I still felt embarrassed. Maybe, I badly wanted to compete. I don’t know. Or maybe I was just mimicking Dwane who was in tears and was profusely apologizing for dragging me around and asking for my help. My friends were there, Ate Ariane and Ate Pat. Ate RC was not able to come. I don’t remember why. The two of them cheered me up. It took a long time before I could smile again. Then my coach came back and said, “Okay ka na?” Then I cried…again. Ate Ariane responded, “Sir naman eh! Ang hirap patawanin niyan eh!” My coach smiled apologetically. He even said sorry. Then I found myself half sobbing-half laughing like a medically insane person. I was confused on what exactly to feel. But, back then, I felt great. And remembering it right now, I feel an unwavering smile etch across my face.

It is one of those moments that I have in my head that I hungrily hang onto to keep me afloat in this ever treacherously changing wave called life. Some people might judge me based on my academic standing. Some with the connections I have made. Some with the business each of my family member does. Some with the money I would soon make. Some, who are just plain shallow, would judge me base on how I look. Honestly, I rarely care for these. I worry about my grades and I sometimes feel embarrassed by them. I know my family is not as wealthy as the Ayala’s. I definitely do not look like a super model. I’m the total opposite. I’m short, beefy and healthy. The only assets we have in common are the lady parts. Aside from that, there is nothing else. But I don’t mind this.

Not at all.

I have friends who are caring enough to make an effort to urge me to laugh. That’s priceless. If one of these days the devil would show up and make a bet with me that I cannot survive a day without talking to anyone, I’ll say it out loud, “I’ll be a billionaire.”

The woes of the world continuously batter on as I try to exert myself in every possible way. It will be an endless feat but I know I’m not alone. I have these wonderful book filled with memoirs that I am lucky enough to keep to myself until I be made part from the Earth. I might be restless but I’m lucky. Extremely lucky.

The Real Gumiho

June 24, 2011

Since I’m bored and the relentless rain has managed to lock me in the confines of my apartment, I found myself gorging half of my food supply while watching the Korean drama My Girlfriend is a Gumiho. I had other choices but I had to finish what I started. So here I am. A word of caution, I am planning to be spiteful.

I enjoyed the entire drama but as I have predicted, there were some clichés. As I have observed in years of watching Korean Dramas, there will always be 3 important points:

1. Someone dies or suppose to die but is suddenly saved. It is usually the protagonist’s love interest. No matter how funny the first few episodes may be, the drama will always find a way to make you want to burst into tears.

2. There is a pivotal moment and it’s going to be big and will eventually cause the couple to temporarily part ways. The signs are scattered in the first few episodes of the series. These scenarios will be used as flashbacks when the truth has been let out.

3. There will always always be scenes where the couple becomes mushy and embarrassing. Sometimes it makes me smile but often it sends goosebumps down to the finest hairs on my back. It makes me say, “Kill me. Kill me now. I beg you.”

Nonetheless, even with these facts pointed out, I still watch them. I really cannot point a finger to it but there’s something in Korean Dramas that makes you want to watch them. I cannot say it is the uniqueness of the story. Most dramas are adapted from Japanese Manga. I think there is such quirkiness in the delivery of the script and in the personality of the characters that gives a lighter feel into the drama. It’s a little off and unorthodox but it is still effectively funny.

Now, I’m going to be ruthless. See, what I hate the most about this sort of drama is that the lead character feels like he/she is protecting his/her love interest by crossing her out of the list of people he/she should tell the big secret to. Come on! He/she can tell the world but not his/her other half. That’s ridiculous. We all know that if there is something important that needs to be discussed, it should be directly regarded to the person concerned. Too many cook spoils the food, they say.

Since we’re talking about the characters, I also hate it when the characters think that the answer is that simple. I do not mean that they have to over think but maybe they should think things through. Well, there would be no drama if they were smart enough to figure things out. I feel like retracting what I just wrote….hmm… let me think about it… No. I hate it. I also noticed that it is not only the main characters that have frequent mood swings. This goes for the rest of the cast. They’re all fickle but maybe with the exemption of the antagonist. Antagonists are always mean until the very end. They are either shamefully defeated or tragically persecuted. The end is always bleak for them.

As for the protagonist, he/she seemed to be fine at first like the person you would want to be or a person whose experience you can related to but cool enough to be looked up to or clumsy enough to be laughed at. But in the end, they are all martyrs. They always will appear to be bullied. And all of the sudden, their coolness is gone and is replaced by this sweet maiden who cannot hurt even a single fly. Suddenly, she is transform from this out-of-this-world girl to an epical saint. Does that happen in real life? Do people really become nice when they’re always attacked? I thought the normal response was to fight back and not succumb to the antagonist’s evil. Well, I guess that’s drama for you.

AND what I really do not get is why the characters seem to forget that they own a phone when they are looking for their mislead partners. I mean, I get it. The running of the protagonist towards the item of his/her affection is dramatic but please be logical. You have a phone. A phone is created for convenience. People, in general, know that. When there is someone a person wants to see, he/she doesn’t go running around the district yelling his/her name. He/she grabs the phone, dials the number and talks to him/her. It’s that simple. Now why can’t they get that?

I think my concerns are not only particular to this drama but to all Korean Dramas. I enjoy them, yes. But these things just really annoy me. And it is these things that often give away the ending. For me, that is. By noticing this pattern, I get to the end of the story easily. The only thrill I get are those in funny parts. Getting the ending becomes a no-brainer for me. I’m not bragging. I’m just saying that I can immediately see the flow of the story.

Well, that’s all I got to say for now. I’m planning to switch to Japanese mode. Du-RaRaRa. It’s not a Japanese Drama. I want to get back to my usual scene. Anime. I’m beginning to miss it. I hate to admit it but even if I’m already in college and is about to graduate, I still enjoy animated series. I think more thought is place upon Anime than Drama. Just my opinion.

Getting New

I have not blogged for the longest time. The last blog I did was on March 8, 2010. Today is June 22, 2011.

Let me start this blog by saying that I happen to have started a DIARY. I have not done one since the fourth grade when my mother "accidentally" discovered my Steno pad. If you're wondering why I wrote on a Steno pad, I wrote on the damned pad for 4 good reasons:

1. To avoid the risk of piquing someone's curiosity. We all know that diaries have this LOOK. The Look that makes people "Huh? And what might this be?" or "What's the lock for?" A typical diary is prone to speculations, with its frilly designs and floral coverings. So, that's that. Steno.

2. It's easier to hide. A diary is almost always bulky with its glittering designs and all but a Steno...you can roll it, squeeze it between your books...I sometimes hide it under my shirt. It doesn't show. Secrecy at its finest.

3. I have this problem with creases. Whenever I see creases on a book or magazine or wherever, I get goosebumps. I mean, how can people treat such informative materials like that! (I am most particular about books.) And in lieu with that, I DO NOT WANT CREASES ON SOMETHING THAT'S IMPORTANT TO ME. PERIOD. So, once again, Steno.

4. Most diaries do not have a place where you can put you're pen. Whenever I want to write, I sometimes have to struggle for a pen. Then I get tired. Then bored. End of Diary Career. The Steno, with its ring...what do you call this?...Backbone? I do not know...You can insert the pen in it and Voila! Instant pen holder! LAVET!


That's that with the diary. I also started writing...again. But I can't seem to move forward because I keep editing the earlier chapters every now and then. I get OC over these stuff. I have to remind myself to stop doing it.

That's it for now. Hope things turn out for the better. Til next time!