Good Hope
Saturday, January 31, 2009 @ 11:21 PM
Hope is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul. / And sings the tune—without the words, / and never stops at all. - Emily Dickinson
You know what? Today was actually a good day.
First of all, I woke up early (hallelujah!) and I was able to edit/shorten the script for the Social play about the French Revolution. Then later in the day, people came to my place to work on the Health project—specifically Jiane (and oh Jiane, bring your flute again and we shall play, yay!), Joey, Mara, and Sophie, which is pretty pathetic since the group is actually composed of eight members—gah, Health groupmates, why?? But anyway, it wasn't all that bad because there was so much fun and funniness throughout the entire afternoon. Case-in-point, here were those bloggable moments:
1. Joey was a laughing machine!
2. Jiane locked herself in the bathroom when there was actually just a manual bolt she had to pull! xD
3. Jiane bumped into the kitchen door, LOL! (Way funnier than it sounds.)
4. Sophie's pregnant costume comprised of tiny pillows and socks for makeshift boobs that looked saggy in almost all the scenes, HAHA.
5. We're all insane.
Man, the entire day was just laughter and insanity, and the bloopers were just impossible to live through. Then after we did the project, I went off to Trinoma to meet my mom so that I could finally buy a prom dress, HAHA. But then again, that's a good sign because at least I felt some sense of responsibility. So I ended up getting purple and gray (purple for MC; gray for the Ateneo prom), and afterwards it was just a surge and splurge of shopping. New shoes, which were actually really good finds; Chinese food; The Coffee Bean, which was actually a shocker since my mom hates overpriced coffee shops; and I bought The Welsh Girl and The White Tiger! and that really made my day.
Today was still sort of weird though. I suspected it to have been more stressful and angsty, especially since I was shopping for a prom dress with my mom, who hates fat people like Iraqis hate Bush, and yeah she did make her you-are-so-ugly-fat-and-disgusting comments, but it was alright, I guess. (Except the first time we went into a store—majorly fucked! D8—but besides that, it was relatively livable. And plus it was hard to actually get mad at her since she was in such a weirdly eager, high-flying mood to shop, even for my mother, and she was agreeing to buy me stuff, so yeah. You're kind of just forced to go along.)
So it was a pretty good day. And I think my not-going-to-the-field-trip, I decided, was the last draw to my apathetic, asshole ways, so I hope this seemingly happiness or contentedness prolongs. Or whatever this actually is, I do know there's hope.
Apathy Kills
Friday, January 30, 2009 @ 9:04 PM
In any moment of decision the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing. - Theodore Roosevelt
Apathy is a killer. With all this stuff going on: with school, at home, prom, the worst you can do is not care, because that's when you don't do anything. That's when I don't do anything.
There are some things in life that you can explain: gravity, colorblindness. I believed that everything was explained, or could be; everything had its reasons. But the two things I really can't understand right now are what's become of me, and what's become of Michael Jackson. And trust me, it's horrible to know that I can associate part of myself with the black-turned-whiteness of the now freaky King of Pop.
I don't know why. I mean, I thought that high school would have made me more diligent and hard-working ... smarter, even. But I've gotten dumber, in the sense that my grades have gotten lower, because I don't care. I really don't give a sincere, long-lasting shit about a lot of things that are happening to me, and I'm scared. I'm scared of apathy like some people are afraid of Satan; but apathetic is exactly what I've been: (and here's some humiliation:) My A minus in Chem became a B minus. Minus. My Geom grade lowered to a C. The only A minus I actually had in my third quarter report card was CL, nothing more. And I don't care. I don't sincerely care.
I don't care much about my piano lessons anymore, whereas before, I was always excited to learn. Now it's like, even if I knew I had time to practice, I would sleep or use the computer, just basically be a bum—and not just with music, but even with school. Maybe especially with school. Like I submitted the crappiest introduction for English just to submit an introduction for English. I sleep my ass off and literally do nothing—literally do nothing—when I am fully aware of the facts that (a) I have free time to work and study, (b) my computer is on and ready and right in front of me in my bedroom, and (c) I just really have stuff to do. But I don't do them because I don't care. It's not even called procrastination, it's called indifference to everything. And I want to be outraged myself, and I AM, but I don't do anything about it. I wake up in the morning for school and it's already past 6 o'clock, and I don't care. And as much I know this is the least of importance, prom is already next week and I don't even try to look for a dress yet. I don't care about school, about music, about prom, about anything. I'm just so scared of what the hell I've become and I can't even explain why. I mean, I knew myself so much as responsible and hard-working and studious, but now it's like ... I don't know myself at all. I'm ashamed of myself, humiliated at the fact that despite what I am I am now, I don't sincerely want to do anything about it. Not even a desire to change—I mean, what the fuck is that? It's as if I'm merely existing.
I don't live.
I do nothing.
Angst
Thursday, January 29, 2009 @ 9:08 PM
This is what I don't understand:
IS EVERY FUCKING THING ALWAYS MY FUCKING FAULT?
Headache and Stress
Friday, January 23, 2009 @ 5:59 PM
To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe. - Anatole France
My head has been aching for five horrific hours, and I only remembered that I had Tylenol with me fifteen minutes ago (what a dumb ass); so I'm going to blow off this headache whilst it heals via acetaminophen to blog about this hell of a tiring week.
First of all, congratulations to us, bwahaha! This year, the JUNIORS were the overall champion for the intrams (which by the way is entitled "Kulaydasports"—like what the hell). We won all the major sports: Basketball (Niky, you are heroic!), volleyball (So much teamwork!—I love it. And congrats to Maybel, MVP!), futsal (Yani, you are amazing with your soccer skills and pink bandana, whooo), ultimate frisbee (I so love how frisbee is totally our staple sport), table tennis (Billie and Anna, man, you are both awesome), and track (So. Fucking. Awesome.). Plus we won this sprinting thing, and SCRABBLE, HAHAHA. Although against my own will, I did play for the first Scrabble round, and all who participated actually got a medal, ha ha ha. It's an embarrassing thing to have around: a medal that literally says "Championship: Scrabble" at the back (oh man); but it's still really cool that the Pink Batch won so many of the sports, that the Pink Batch is overall champion of the intrams—and thank God, because I was going to kill someone if the seniors were the champion. Apparently, the overall championship is "supposed" to go to the seniors every year, but thankfully, victory went to the rightful batch when the results were just glaringly obvious.
Another thing about this week and the next is the amount of work needed for school. I'm sure there's something to do for almost every subject: For English, we need to submit the introduction for our final paper. For THE, we have to create the diorama of a living room. For Social Studies, we need to produce a play about the French Revolution and I need the script done as soon as ever possible—SO BADLY LIKE I CAN DIE OVER THE STRESS. For Chem, we need to revise the draft of the IP for the absolutely final paper. For Filipino, we need to read El Fili (and more for me, since I didn't read chapters three and four yet) and get ready for an upcoming post-test. For PE, we have to write a reaction paper about a futsal game during the intrams. Even for Social Action (though that's not technically a subject) we need to do something: Gawad Kalinga Build this Saturday—which is a concept/event that I so love, but scheduled at the worst of possible times. And in CL ... oh wait. Do we actually do anything in CL? Um. No.
So yeah, it's been a long week, and it'll be even worse for the days to come, but I just hope I can finish the complete shitload in time.
Curious Case
Tuesday, January 20, 2009 @ 10:06 PM
What I dream of is an art of balance. - Henri Matisse
I just saw The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. I loved the trailer, and even if my friends didn't hype about the movie (although all of them did), I still would have watched it because, based on the critical consensus, it is a good film. And it was nominated for five Golden Globes, which is a plus; and Cate Blanchett is never disappointing.
But I hated it.
I've had my fair share of bad movies before: Twilight, War of the Worlds, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, Four Christmases ... Twilight—but now Benjamin Button? I hate to know that a Golden Globe-nominated movie is horrible, but it really, really was.
The most I can say about The Curious Case of Benjamin Button is that it's pretty, and yeah, I literally mean that it's a pretty movie—but of course, the issue is whether or not there's more to the film's aesthetic value. There are scenes in the film that are obviously physically beautiful, like the twilight scenes, ocean scenes, and ballet scenes—and heck, Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett aren't bad to look at either—and so at face-value, Benjamin Button was executed perfectly. But if you examine the narrative, it falls completely flat; and what's even more disappointing is that the plot is set in such a promising timeframe: It encompasses two great wars and constantly moves across the Atlantic Ocean, whilst foreshadowing the 2005 Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans, but the story just can't be taken on the same great level. The story can't hold up for such a great setting. There's this illogicality and oddity and almost even absurdity to the narrative (and no, I'm not talking about Benjamin Button growing younger) because the events are based too much on mere coincidence that it comes off as shallow, complacent, and overly ambitious. As oppose to an ideal drama, there's sincere depth in the narrative. When you watch The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, the events were already so obviously and flatly predetermined—like you just know who's going to die and everything else that's going to happen that Benjamin Button becomes this lifeless drama, an insubstantial soap opera that you would love to admire as visual art, but not literary or successful cinematic art. Sure the film has great insights and life lessons to be learned, but they don't come off equal to the prettiness of the film. It's like a priest preaching about glorious works of God but they sound utterly boring.
Benjamin Button is a visual achievement, and musical success as well because I did love the scores, but that's it—nothing more and nothing less to that.
Film List
Saturday, January 17, 2009 @ 4:09 PM
Cinema is a matter of what's in the frame and what's out. - Martin Scorsese
Because I am bored and lazy to homework, I shall now make a list of films I want to see this year. These aren't all recent though, and they aren't in order or anything.
1. The Reader
2. Defiance
3. Revolutionary Road
4. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
5. Doubt
6. Slumdog Millionaire
7. In Bruges
8. Milk
9. Rachel Getting Married
10. Vicky Cristina Barcelona
11. Happy-Go-Lucky
12. Last Chance Harvey
Revolutionary Road
Friday, January 16, 2009 @ 4:12 PM
We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth. - John F. Kennedy
So anyway, I just saw Revolutionary Road a few hours ago; I'm trying to find the right words to describe it.
Like one critic said, nothing about the film takes you by genuine surprise since the plot is basically a flat lifeline. The narrative tends to go ceaselessly downhill that, while watching, it's almost impossible to believe it could develop otherwise. Although I don't really have a problem with a flat narrative unless it's told beautifully, for some people who prefer changing stories and round characters (and happy endings, at that), the film may be unappealing.
At the same time, though, Revolutionary Road truly resides in this certain level of genius, especially with the way that Sam Mendes admirably crafted the film to really emphasize certain emotions of, for example, hopelessness and emptiness. Paired with a beautiful narrative, the direction of the film makes the audience feel like they're going downhill with the Wheelers too, the way that Revolutionary Road is able to make your heart feels its heaviest sense of grief, loss, and mistake because it's really a film that doesn't play safe.
Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet, who played Frank and April Wheeler, were just amazing in the film, and you could really see how those two were working together as actors. They weren't overpowering one another, in the sense that neither one was outshining the other, and they were just these two great energies in the film that Revolutionary Road would have failed without them. The personalities of Frank and April Wheeler came off the screen equally strong: Their personal issues were clearly felt and understood, and so as a viewer, you don't leave the cinema immediately leaning towards the opinion of someone else—like who was right and who was wrong—but instead, your thoughts are really challenged and provoked.
Additionally, after watching the film, it makes you want to read the novel it was based on, written by the late Richard Yates—a plus that some film adaptations can't completely do.
The New Year
Sunday, January 4, 2009 @ 12:04 AM
Warmaking doesn't stop warmaking. If it did, our problems would have stopped millennia ago. - Colman McCarthy
Seriously. Can you just look at that?
Sometimes I wonder if there's ever going to be peace in the Middle East, or in this case specifically, peace between the Israelis and Palestinians. I mean, to be honest, I'm not completely informed about what's going on there—well since there's so much happening in just a matter of days or some infinitesimal timeframe—but if stuff like... that keeps happening, well, then I guess there really isn't going to be peace.
I know I'm just sixteen years old, naive and ignorant as some people might say, but considering how long the Israeli/Palestinian hostilities—although that word isn't really sufficient for what's happened, is it?—have been going on, I don't think either side is going to back down. They're not going to back down (possibly, although God forbid) until their enemy is completely annihilated, until they've acquired what they consider their victory. Plus, I don't think any third party's attempt to call for peace or any ceasefire is going to sway anyone. The most they can do is just delay the problem—and that just gives people more time to plan things.
As much as I hate the cynicism, maybe there isn't going to be any peace in the Middle East anymore (though was there, ever?). In short, maybe all that will be left is war, or either enemy.
Good Hope
Saturday, January 31, 2009 @ 11:21 PM
Hope is the thing with feathers / That perches in the soul. / And sings the tune—without the words, / and never stops at all. - Emily Dickinson
You know what? Today was actually a good day.
First of all, I woke up early (hallelujah!) and I was able to edit/shorten the script for the Social play about the French Revolution. Then later in the day, people came to my place to work on the Health project—specifically Jiane (and oh Jiane, bring your flute again and we shall play, yay!), Joey, Mara, and Sophie, which is pretty pathetic since the group is actually composed of eight members—gah, Health groupmates, why?? But anyway, it wasn't all that bad because there was so much fun and funniness throughout the entire afternoon. Case-in-point, here were those bloggable moments:
1. Joey was a laughing machine!
2. Jiane locked herself in the bathroom when there was actually just a manual bolt she had to pull! xD
3. Jiane bumped into the kitchen door, LOL! (Way funnier than it sounds.)
4. Sophie's pregnant costume comprised of tiny pillows and socks for makeshift boobs that looked saggy in almost all the scenes, HAHA.
5. We're all insane.
Man, the entire day was just laughter and insanity, and the bloopers were just impossible to live through. Then after we did the project, I went off to Trinoma to meet my mom so that I could finally buy a prom dress, HAHA. But then again, that's a good sign because at least I felt some sense of responsibility. So I ended up getting purple and gray (purple for MC; gray for the Ateneo prom), and afterwards it was just a surge and splurge of shopping. New shoes, which were actually really good finds; Chinese food; The Coffee Bean, which was actually a shocker since my mom hates overpriced coffee shops; and I bought The Welsh Girl and The White Tiger! and that really made my day.
Today was still sort of weird though. I suspected it to have been more stressful and angsty, especially since I was shopping for a prom dress with my mom, who hates fat people like Iraqis hate Bush, and yeah she did make her you-are-so-ugly-fat-and-disgusting comments, but it was alright, I guess. (Except the first time we went into a store—majorly fucked! D8—but besides that, it was relatively livable. And plus it was hard to actually get mad at her since she was in such a weirdly eager, high-flying mood to shop, even for my mother, and she was agreeing to buy me stuff, so yeah. You're kind of just forced to go along.)
So it was a pretty good day. And I think my not-going-to-the-field-trip, I decided, was the last draw to my apathetic, asshole ways, so I hope this seemingly happiness or contentedness prolongs. Or whatever this actually is, I do know there's hope.
Apathy Kills
Friday, January 30, 2009 @ 9:04 PM
In any moment of decision the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing. - Theodore Roosevelt
Apathy is a killer. With all this stuff going on: with school, at home, prom, the worst you can do is not care, because that's when you don't do anything. That's when I don't do anything.
There are some things in life that you can explain: gravity, colorblindness. I believed that everything was explained, or could be; everything had its reasons. But the two things I really can't understand right now are what's become of me, and what's become of Michael Jackson. And trust me, it's horrible to know that I can associate part of myself with the black-turned-whiteness of the now freaky King of Pop.
I don't know why. I mean, I thought that high school would have made me more diligent and hard-working ... smarter, even. But I've gotten dumber, in the sense that my grades have gotten lower, because I don't care. I really don't give a sincere, long-lasting shit about a lot of things that are happening to me, and I'm scared. I'm scared of apathy like some people are afraid of Satan; but apathetic is exactly what I've been: (and here's some humiliation:) My A minus in Chem became a B minus. Minus. My Geom grade lowered to a C. The only A minus I actually had in my third quarter report card was CL, nothing more. And I don't care. I don't sincerely care.
I don't care much about my piano lessons anymore, whereas before, I was always excited to learn. Now it's like, even if I knew I had time to practice, I would sleep or use the computer, just basically be a bum—and not just with music, but even with school. Maybe especially with school. Like I submitted the crappiest introduction for English just to submit an introduction for English. I sleep my ass off and literally do nothing—literally do nothing—when I am fully aware of the facts that (a) I have free time to work and study, (b) my computer is on and ready and right in front of me in my bedroom, and (c) I just really have stuff to do. But I don't do them because I don't care. It's not even called procrastination, it's called indifference to everything. And I want to be outraged myself, and I AM, but I don't do anything about it. I wake up in the morning for school and it's already past 6 o'clock, and I don't care. And as much I know this is the least of importance, prom is already next week and I don't even try to look for a dress yet. I don't care about school, about music, about prom, about anything. I'm just so scared of what the hell I've become and I can't even explain why. I mean, I knew myself so much as responsible and hard-working and studious, but now it's like ... I don't know myself at all. I'm ashamed of myself, humiliated at the fact that despite what I am I am now, I don't sincerely want to do anything about it. Not even a desire to change—I mean, what the fuck is that? It's as if I'm merely existing.
I don't live.
I do nothing.
Angst
Thursday, January 29, 2009 @ 9:08 PM
This is what I don't understand:
IS EVERY FUCKING THING ALWAYS MY FUCKING FAULT?
Headache and Stress
Friday, January 23, 2009 @ 5:59 PM
To accomplish great things, we must not only act, but also dream; not only plan, but also believe. - Anatole France
My head has been aching for five horrific hours, and I only remembered that I had Tylenol with me fifteen minutes ago (what a dumb ass); so I'm going to blow off this headache whilst it heals via acetaminophen to blog about this hell of a tiring week.
First of all, congratulations to us, bwahaha! This year, the JUNIORS were the overall champion for the intrams (which by the way is entitled "Kulaydasports"—like what the hell). We won all the major sports: Basketball (Niky, you are heroic!), volleyball (So much teamwork!—I love it. And congrats to Maybel, MVP!), futsal (Yani, you are amazing with your soccer skills and pink bandana, whooo), ultimate frisbee (I so love how frisbee is totally our staple sport), table tennis (Billie and Anna, man, you are both awesome), and track (So. Fucking. Awesome.). Plus we won this sprinting thing, and SCRABBLE, HAHAHA. Although against my own will, I did play for the first Scrabble round, and all who participated actually got a medal, ha ha ha. It's an embarrassing thing to have around: a medal that literally says "Championship: Scrabble" at the back (oh man); but it's still really cool that the Pink Batch won so many of the sports, that the Pink Batch is overall champion of the intrams—and thank God, because I was going to kill someone if the seniors were the champion. Apparently, the overall championship is "supposed" to go to the seniors every year, but thankfully, victory went to the rightful batch when the results were just glaringly obvious.
Another thing about this week and the next is the amount of work needed for school. I'm sure there's something to do for almost every subject: For English, we need to submit the introduction for our final paper. For THE, we have to create the diorama of a living room. For Social Studies, we need to produce a play about the French Revolution and I need the script done as soon as ever possible—SO BADLY LIKE I CAN DIE OVER THE STRESS. For Chem, we need to revise the draft of the IP for the absolutely final paper. For Filipino, we need to read El Fili (and more for me, since I didn't read chapters three and four yet) and get ready for an upcoming post-test. For PE, we have to write a reaction paper about a futsal game during the intrams. Even for Social Action (though that's not technically a subject) we need to do something: Gawad Kalinga Build this Saturday—which is a concept/event that I so love, but scheduled at the worst of possible times. And in CL ... oh wait. Do we actually do anything in CL? Um. No.
So yeah, it's been a long week, and it'll be even worse for the days to come, but I just hope I can finish the complete shitload in time.
Curious Case
Tuesday, January 20, 2009 @ 10:06 PM
What I dream of is an art of balance. - Henri Matisse
I just saw The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. I loved the trailer, and even if my friends didn't hype about the movie (although all of them did), I still would have watched it because, based on the critical consensus, it is a good film. And it was nominated for five Golden Globes, which is a plus; and Cate Blanchett is never disappointing.
But I hated it.
I've had my fair share of bad movies before: Twilight, War of the Worlds, Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull, Four Christmases ... Twilight—but now Benjamin Button? I hate to know that a Golden Globe-nominated movie is horrible, but it really, really was.
The most I can say about The Curious Case of Benjamin Button is that it's pretty, and yeah, I literally mean that it's a pretty movie—but of course, the issue is whether or not there's more to the film's aesthetic value. There are scenes in the film that are obviously physically beautiful, like the twilight scenes, ocean scenes, and ballet scenes—and heck, Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchett aren't bad to look at either—and so at face-value, Benjamin Button was executed perfectly. But if you examine the narrative, it falls completely flat; and what's even more disappointing is that the plot is set in such a promising timeframe: It encompasses two great wars and constantly moves across the Atlantic Ocean, whilst foreshadowing the 2005 Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans, but the story just can't be taken on the same great level. The story can't hold up for such a great setting. There's this illogicality and oddity and almost even absurdity to the narrative (and no, I'm not talking about Benjamin Button growing younger) because the events are based too much on mere coincidence that it comes off as shallow, complacent, and overly ambitious. As oppose to an ideal drama, there's sincere depth in the narrative. When you watch The Curious Case of Benjamin Button, the events were already so obviously and flatly predetermined—like you just know who's going to die and everything else that's going to happen that Benjamin Button becomes this lifeless drama, an insubstantial soap opera that you would love to admire as visual art, but not literary or successful cinematic art. Sure the film has great insights and life lessons to be learned, but they don't come off equal to the prettiness of the film. It's like a priest preaching about glorious works of God but they sound utterly boring.
Benjamin Button is a visual achievement, and musical success as well because I did love the scores, but that's it—nothing more and nothing less to that.
Film List
Saturday, January 17, 2009 @ 4:09 PM
Cinema is a matter of what's in the frame and what's out. - Martin Scorsese
Because I am bored and lazy to homework, I shall now make a list of films I want to see this year. These aren't all recent though, and they aren't in order or anything.
1. The Reader
2. Defiance
3. Revolutionary Road
4. The Curious Case of Benjamin Button
5. Doubt
6. Slumdog Millionaire
7. In Bruges
8. Milk
9. Rachel Getting Married
10. Vicky Cristina Barcelona
11. Happy-Go-Lucky
12. Last Chance Harvey
Revolutionary Road
Friday, January 16, 2009 @ 4:12 PM
We must never forget that art is not a form of propaganda; it is a form of truth. - John F. Kennedy
So anyway, I just saw Revolutionary Road a few hours ago; I'm trying to find the right words to describe it.
Like one critic said, nothing about the film takes you by genuine surprise since the plot is basically a flat lifeline. The narrative tends to go ceaselessly downhill that, while watching, it's almost impossible to believe it could develop otherwise. Although I don't really have a problem with a flat narrative unless it's told beautifully, for some people who prefer changing stories and round characters (and happy endings, at that), the film may be unappealing.
At the same time, though, Revolutionary Road truly resides in this certain level of genius, especially with the way that Sam Mendes admirably crafted the film to really emphasize certain emotions of, for example, hopelessness and emptiness. Paired with a beautiful narrative, the direction of the film makes the audience feel like they're going downhill with the Wheelers too, the way that Revolutionary Road is able to make your heart feels its heaviest sense of grief, loss, and mistake because it's really a film that doesn't play safe.
Leonardo DiCaprio and Kate Winslet, who played Frank and April Wheeler, were just amazing in the film, and you could really see how those two were working together as actors. They weren't overpowering one another, in the sense that neither one was outshining the other, and they were just these two great energies in the film that Revolutionary Road would have failed without them. The personalities of Frank and April Wheeler came off the screen equally strong: Their personal issues were clearly felt and understood, and so as a viewer, you don't leave the cinema immediately leaning towards the opinion of someone else—like who was right and who was wrong—but instead, your thoughts are really challenged and provoked.
Additionally, after watching the film, it makes you want to read the novel it was based on, written by the late Richard Yates—a plus that some film adaptations can't completely do.
The New Year
Sunday, January 4, 2009 @ 12:04 AM
Warmaking doesn't stop warmaking. If it did, our problems would have stopped millennia ago. - Colman McCarthy
Seriously. Can you just look at that?
Sometimes I wonder if there's ever going to be peace in the Middle East, or in this case specifically, peace between the Israelis and Palestinians. I mean, to be honest, I'm not completely informed about what's going on there—well since there's so much happening in just a matter of days or some infinitesimal timeframe—but if stuff like... that keeps happening, well, then I guess there really isn't going to be peace.
I know I'm just sixteen years old, naive and ignorant as some people might say, but considering how long the Israeli/Palestinian hostilities—although that word isn't really sufficient for what's happened, is it?—have been going on, I don't think either side is going to back down. They're not going to back down (possibly, although God forbid) until their enemy is completely annihilated, until they've acquired what they consider their victory. Plus, I don't think any third party's attempt to call for peace or any ceasefire is going to sway anyone. The most they can do is just delay the problem—and that just gives people more time to plan things.
As much as I hate the cynicism, maybe there isn't going to be any peace in the Middle East anymore (though was there, ever?). In short, maybe all that will be left is war, or either enemy.
Introduction
Greetings and salutations
Just to properly say hello, um, hello! xD I'm Carissa, and this is my blog, Realcardbored, some random name I picked up because I couldn't think of anything else. I'm 16 years old, born on October 31, and living in the Philippines. The rest of me can be better explained below.
Currently
This very minute
Song: Exogenesis Symphony by Muse
Artist/Band: Rachael Yamagata
Album: The Resistance (Muse)
Film: The Brothers Bloom
Television: Glee
Book: William Shakespeare's Julius Caesar
Person: Matthew Bellamy
Quote: "Dream on, but don't imagine they'll all come true. When will you realize? Vienna waits for you." - from the song 'Vienna' by Billy Joel
Passions
Beyond hobbies
Film. Whoever said that cinema was just for entertainment? It's art. I aspire to become a film director some day, and hopefully I can live the rest of my life with that as my permanent career.
Literature. I mostly read drama novels, like those from authors Jodi Picoult and Alice Sebold, but I also like some fantasy ones (i.e., Harry Potter).
Music. From Beethoven to Lady Gaga to Rage Against the Machine, music is my religion. I play the piano as well, and I'm pretty OC about sound quality. I need good earphones and a kickass sound system.
Travel. With this, I wish I could get more of it, but I savor every moment. I've been to the United States, Singapore, Japan, Thailand, and Hong Kong. I hope to tour South Africa, Egypt, and several countries in Europe.
Gender equity. Women's equality and gay rights are just long overdue, and the world has got a long way to go.
Favorites
Of significant range
Music: Muse, U2, The Beatles, Coldplay, Phoenix, Santana, Michael Jackson, Vampire Weekend, Rage Against the Machine, Eric Hutchinson, Amy Winehouse, Adele, Duffy, jazz, classical
Film: Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist, Pride and Prejudice, Juno, The Devil Wears Prada, Iron Man, Up, The Brothers Bloom, Good Will Hunting, Kiss Kiss Bang Bang, Mrs. Doubtfire, Finding Neverland, Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day
Television: American Idol, Project Runway, House, Glee, Gossip Girl, Ellen
Books: The Lovely Bones, Skylight Confessions, My Sister's Keeper, The Time Traveler's Wife, Cyrano de Bergerac, Confessions of a Shopaholic, Shopaholic Takes Manhattan, Shopaholic Ties the Knot, Remember Me?, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Thespians: Johnny Depp, James McAvoy, Ralph Fiennes, Robert Downey Jr., Mark Ruffalo, Ricky Gervais, Clive Owen, Adrien Brody, Will Smith, Morgan Freeman, Kate Winslet, Jodie Foster, Helena Bonham-Carter, Ellen Page, Saoirse Ronan, Susan Sarandon, Anne Hathaway, Amy Adams
Directors: Joe Wright, Jason Reitman, Martin Scorsese, Peter Sollett, Edward Zwick
Wishlist
Keeping track
» To pass the ACET
» New iPod case
» New headphones
»
New cellphone
» Showbiz album by Muse
» Origin of Symmetry album by Muse
» Absolution album by Muse
» HAARP album by Muse
» Black Holes and Revelations album by Muse
» The Resistance album by Muse
» Leonard Maltin's 2010 Movie Guide
» Hungarian Dances by Jessica Duchen
»
The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde
» Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist DVD
Film list
Superabundance!
[4/5]
About Schmidt
[4/5]
Adventureland
[n/a] Annie Hall
[4/5]
The Brother's Bloom
[n/a] Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs
[n/a] Dr. Strangelove
[n/a] Everyone Says I Love You
[n/a] The French Connection
[4/5]
Garden State
[5/5]
Goodfellas
[4/5]
Harry Potter 6
[4/5]
He's Just Not that Into You
[5/5]
The Hurt Locker
[4/5]
I Love You, Man
[n/a] Lolita
[n/a] Margot at the Wedding
[n/a] Moon
[n/a] My Father's Glory
[n/a] My Sister's Keeper
[n/a] The Piano
[4/5]
The Proposal
[n/a] Public Enemies
[n/a] Rain Man
[n/a] A Room with a View
[n/a] Schindler's List
[n/a] The Silence of the Lambs
[2/5]
The Soloist
[n/a] Somewhere in Time
[n/a] St. Elmo's Fire
[n/a] State of Play
[3/5]
Sunshine Cleaning
[n/a] Taxi Driver
[3/5]
The Time Traveler's Wife
[5/5]
Up
[n/a] Up in the Air
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