Beyond the 3D and HD

A while ago I just finished watching The Iron Lady, a biographical movie starring Meryll Streep as former Britain's Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher. I really admired her acting as it really moved me with a lead-like weight that's lingering long after the movie was over.


Nowadays, the hype is all about splashing pixels "in your face" as 3D and HD flatscreens are the "in" thing. Moreover, 3D renderings of movies including the Titanic promises a better experience and spectacle than their 2D counterparts. I have to admit that 3D movies are a whole different experience altogether- though 3D glasses are a bother when you're wearing eyeglasses already. However, the ultimate satisfaction from a movie in my opinion is its ability to leave a striking impact- a lingering emotion, a memorable image, or even the mood created from the sound, long after you finish the movie.


Being entirely immersed into the world the movie is creating takes the spectator on a higher level. Now, she is not only merely watching but also she feels the very emotions the film portrays on its every aspect. I find it quite uncomfortable that after the movie ends, I'm like Richard Collier in Somewhere in Time who was forcefully pulled out after fishing out 1980 coins in 1918. There's that awkward feeling you get being suddenly returned to the real world and its incessant dripping of time. For me, it takes time to adjust as the film still swirls in my mind as it bids its last goodbyes. Not many movies achieve this kind of impact on me, and as a result, I tend to forget most movies I watch.

After all, a good film is not limited to the vibrant display of 3D or HD; nor is it undermined by the handicaps of its own time like the lack of sound for the early silent films. It is through the lasting impact in me that somehow works like the LSS I have on certain songs on a regular basis.

Wanted: Something to Say

I don't think people usually experience being invited by a party of her friend whom she never saw for five years already. Time really flies so fast and it's been five long years since we ate lunch and laughed together at one of the school's corridors. I remember listening to her stories about a guy whom she suspects of liking her. I remember her love for poems and books. We could sit all day and share anything because somehow we connect to each other. I remember her calling me by a very long name that ends with "baby kamatis." The weird feeling I get right now is quite funny. I've been thinking of the right words to say to her when we finally meet. But somehow, the five years seem to taunt me on coming up with the right string of words. A lot of things can happen in a year...so how much more five years? I know that it's impossible that she never changed in that span of time. What if the changes that happened to both of us will hinder the connection we had before? What if I'm already uncomfortable in telling stories and random stuff to her? I'm quite nervous but I know that when I finally see her face, I know I would finally come up with the right words to say.

Back to Reality

I face the New Year with the same problem. I still can't maintain my blog regularly. It is indeed ironic when I have so many thoughts running on my head and I just let them go by without a trace. I somehow feel sorry for I feel I've wasted those little sparks of creativity and inspiration. Tomorrow I'll be going back to school. I will face the lessons, the exams, the familiar faces. I will be back to reality. I will face the incessant early morning traffic. The short tempers and deception. I will be back to reality. May I not forget to post on my blog once a week.

I need fresh air

I have a very outgoing personality, and I admit I'm gregarious. I've just realized that this disposition, although it really helps that I'm in a happy and good mood all the time regardless of circumstances, is not good all the time. Sometimes, there are times when I wonder if I have really lost myself in the laughter. You see, when you're loud, your ears are shut off to the beauty of silence. It takes silence to spark an inspiration, to get things in a new perspective, and to hear clearly God's voice. When you keep still, so many things come rushing to you and you just feel them until you can really connect with them.

I know I need to stay quiet at times, and find a secluded spot where I can think about anything. I realized I missed my pondering times, but I know that slowly but surely I'm getting back slightly lost pieces of me. I'm writing stories again but I have not written poems for quite some time. Considerable time had also passed since I've just stopped and stare at Mother Nature's beauty.

Maybe I should have a "creative" retreat? Oh well, now with my loaded class schedule, it would be quite hard to do so. But I believe God will guide me through setting the right time for everything.

Off-topic: I would post in this blog at least once a week...hopefully...:D

I love to write...so why can't I blog?

This is a dilemma I've been facing for quite some time now. I just can't seem to find consistency on blogging. Now that I have a much more jam-packed class schedule, I guess it would be just a far-away dream again I'm afraid...

Chikara Hat Madness

Well, maybe I do believe in love at first sight...but only with Chikara Hats!:D The first time I saw one sitting on top of my cousin's head, I've loved it and I've always wanted to buy one since then. Since I'm pretty scared at making online purchases, I've planned to buy one at an anime convention. But it's a crappy thing that I never went to conventions because of my parents...T__T

But at last! My wish came true and I finally had one! Yay! It was a Christmas gift and it's a frog aviator hat made of fleece. I've been planning to wear it in the resumption of classes....teehee!

Well, for my birthday on November, I want to treat myself to having this chikara hat custom-made...:)

I'm so happy...:D

A Kooky New Year

It was 11:45 PM. As usual, I was standing at the patio of our grandparents' house and watching the fireworks lit up by our neighbors. As the time draws near to midnight, the fireworks gradually became brighter and more expensive. It was quite weird how I, having seen so many fireworks in my life, be still amazed by the multi-colored pyrotechnics splashing neon colors on the palette which is the night sky.

A while ago, I saw the status of a Facebook friend saying, "What's with new years being big deals?"

Well, it seems we human beings are so enthralled by the fact that there is someone or something new. Whether it be a new notebook, a new pen, or even a new boy whom you've never met before, we love them all. I guess it's the same for new years. For me, it's like a clean slate. I think of new years as somehow a "back-to-zero" thing wherein you are given a new opportunity to make the most and the best out of the moments of your life.

On the other hand, I should not forget all the lessons I've learned in the past year. I remember when it was Jan. 1, 2010, I thanked God for the new year and I said that I hoped that year will be a year of maturity for me. True enough, I've been in situations in the past year that left me valuable lessons in life. I don't see the need to enumerate those situations as some of them are personal....:p. Nevertheless, I believe God really made me more mature and I can say I'm a better person than I was before.

This year, I prayed to God that this year will be the year of striving for perfection and holiness. This year, I want to take my faith and my relationship with God to the next level. I want to give more effort and time in doing everything for His glory. I want to be a fountain of blessing that all the blessings that God is giving me will be freely shared to others. I believe God will make me fulfill this year's theme...:D

Maybe my Facebook friend is getting cynical at the optimism of other people to reinvent themselves in a new year. It's as if "Hey, this is a new year. Thus, I should be 'new' too!" That's why there are New Year Resolutions. I believe that friend is getting sick of people not fulfilling their promises of improvement.

What's wrong with New Year Resolutions is that the things you want to improve on yourself may not be necessarily the same things God wanted to change in you. For example, maybe you want to shed off a couple of pounds, but God actually wanted you to shed off your very short temper. Improvements we want are usually for feeding our egos and taking ourselves to a higher level. But as I've said, that's not necessarily God's plan. And maybe that's the reason for the never-ending malady of frustrations brought about by broken New Year Resolutions promises.

Let's just pray to God for guidance for this brand new year. A Blessed New Year to everyone!