Sunday, July 17, 2011

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!

Thursday, July 14, 2011

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^)/



Sunday, July 10, 2011

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!

Thursday, July 7, 2011

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.