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So if I was the casting director, I’d pick Gabriel Macht as Grey and Rooney Mara as Steele (Fifty shades of Grey). It’s a very long shot because Rooney Mara’s already on TGWTDT trilogy. Oh well, a girl can dream.
I’m going through the whole fangirl cycle again and I’m sorry. I just can’t help it.
Since the surge of people who carry around SLR’s around their neck, there was a sudden increase in photos of flowers, shadows, random people, etc. Taking pictures is supposed to capture moments that we’d like to go back to someday in the future. But what we forget to do is to actually experience and live those moments (arght, there! I finally remember the expression, LIVING THE MOMENT).
For example, there is the fire tree right in front of the building where I work. People have been photographing it since it went into full bloom last week. The tree, with it’s orange flowers does look like it’s on fire. I think everyone in the building has a photo of it already. With the photo in their cameras, celphones, and computers, they do not even have to look outside to admire the tree. I also have been meaning to photograph it but then I realized that even if I took a photo of the tree, I will never appreciate it as much as actually seeing the whole thing. The shuttle drops us off every morning right in front of the tree. I give my self a minute to enjoy the view and I still haven’t gotten tired of it even after more than a week. If I actually took the photos, it would probably still in my cellphone memory stick unuploaded and will probably get deleted soon.
Another thing I don’t get. Taking pictures/videos during a concert. People never seem to learn that unless you own some really expensive good camera, those photos and videos will only be nothing but blurry and mangled. Instead of documenting these moments, how about just try to live it and enjoy the whole thing while it lasts. Okay, I’d probably still take blurry mangled photos during a concert if and only if I get to be upclose and personal with the band.
Okay so I am not bashing those who like to take photos of practically everything. I just want to give a suggestion that you should not have more photos than the length of those moments. Appreciate with your eyes and not just with your lenses.
Okay for those who give “the look” to people who have read Fifty Shades of Grey, let me ask you one thing, have you even read the book or you read about it on the internet? If you actually have read it and flagrantly declare it as hardcore pornography in paperback, well I think you need to get out more and you need to grow up.
I’m halfway through the first book and I admit that it’s pretty graphic but I’ve read more intense stuff (Sookie Stackhouse series and Game of Thrones). I think a lot of people are going nuts (the positive and the negative kind) about it just because it involves BDSM. If the typical romance/erotica enthisiast reads this, they might get a bit disappointed or at least underwhelmed.
It’s just about two consenting adults who are exploring each others sexuality. The characters are not immoral at all. They don’t sleep around and they have true affection for each other. The characters getting into “kinky fuckery” is still more acceptable (at least for me) than having a string of one night stands and friends with benefits sort of thing, as exemplified by the Jersey shore crew.
The story is actually sweet. Yes, I said it. Sweet. Jane Austen would probably love the plot (sans the kinky fuckery of course). CG is actually sweet even with his stalker tendencies and preference for spanking.
Okay, I must admit the quality of the writing is not gonna give EL James a Nobel prize for Lit anytime soon but the book is a real page turner and I got to give her that.
When I was a college freshman, my humanities (literature) class required us to read a novel by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and it the final exam will be all about it. The book was “Of love and other demons”. I took pride in being really good with my lit subjects in gradeschool and highschool so I studied the book in a very technical point of view. I got a perfect score in the exam and forgot all about the book completely, just like what I usually do with my other classes (hah!)
So the other day, I found my old photocopied version of the book. I finished reading it last night and when I was about to fall asleep, I wept a little.
The book was about a 12 year old girl who was suspected to have rabies, then possessed by a demon. Her absent parents (a slightly mentally handicapped father and a drug addicted mother) left her in the care of their slaves so she grew up like she was one of them. So when the suspicion of her having contracted rabies, her father went to the libertine athiest doctor, Abrenuncio. Abrenuncio did not prescribe her any medicine but instead told the father that happiness will make the girl better than any medicine in the world. So the girl’s (old) father tried to have a real father-daughter relationship with her. They started off awkwardly but soon they were finally having a bit of connection with each other.
Then the church called.
They want to have the girl sent to the convent after hearing about the peculiarity of the girl. The father reluctantly agreed. The bishop put her under the supervision of another young priest, Delaura. The girl was treated badly by the nuns at the convent (big surprise there) but Delaura always tried to make things better for her. Long story short, he fell in love with her. To make the story easier to digest, I tried to forget the fact that he’s a 36 year old priest and she, a 12 year old girl.
When the bishop realized that something was up, he sent the priest to a hospital for lepers. Delaura managed to sneak out at night and sneak into Sierva (the girl’s name btw) room through tunnels at the convent. Although they spent the nights together, I don’t think they ever went past 2nd base because Delaura’s conscience was eating him alive. Life was getting too perfect for them so reality punched her in the face by being subjected to cruel exocism conducted by the bishop. Delaura came to her the same night and comforted her. Unfortunately, one of the prisoners managed to escape the convent using the tunnel Delaura also uses. The authorities discovered it and had the tunnel sealed. Delaura was never able to get back to Sierva and when he attempted to go throught the convent’s main gate, he was repelled by the nuns.
Another day of brutal exorcism rites and Sierva was ready to give up…and she did, all the while wondering why Delaura never came back.
I really feel bad for the girl. Her parents treated her like a ghost in their house. And just when she was starting to have a good relationship with her father, the church took her just because she was one weird puppy. But when you look a little closer, Sierva could’ve saved her self if only she wasn’t such a pathological liar. Making up stories for entertainment. Delaura, on the other hand is one confused priest. Had he agreed to runaway with her, she wouldn’t have died and he didn’t have to spend the rest of his life with the lepers. He prayed really hard to contract leprosy as well but I guess God has other plans for him besides a quick escape from the fact that he was into a 12 year old chick.
How the story ended really got into me. Sierva’s giving up and thinking everyone abandoned her. Her mother, her father who left her at the convent and Delaura who never came back without knowing why.
Shinchanus Monyetus Geblekus · Top Commenter
some girls sense that they get friendzoned by the guy, so they decide to friendzone him too, in return.
if the guy actually falls in love with the girl at the time of the second phase (girl’s feeling for guy has disappeared since she assumed the guy doesn’t like her),
we know what’s going to happen to that guy; he will got friendzoned by the girl.
this sad reality is likened to destructive interference due to phase difference.
and sadly, such phenomenon happen to guy and girl in SAME FREQUENCY.
in order to break this curse of FRIENDZONED due to PHASE DIFFERENCE, sadly they have to change their frequency such that their phase has a common multiple so that one day they will end up in CONSTRUCTIVE INTERFERENCE.
but then when the guy and girl realized they are now not in the same frequency, there is a very high tendency that they’ll prefer to move on, separate ways.
sad story, isn’t it?
Conclusion:
Relationship is too much of a hassle.
Hence, :Forever Alone:
I’ve been obsessed with empire cut clothes for a while. Being a true believer of flattering fits and cuts of clothes, this is actually a big deal for me since the empire is one of the most unflattering cuts ever. It all started after watching Jane Austen movies, particularly lost in Austen and 2005’s P&P. Ladies who wore it look schlumpy, shapeless, and worst of all, pregnant. So I wondered why I am draw to it anyway.
And I just realized it the other day.
Wearing them is the closest thing I’ll ever get to a Regency era England where Ms. Elizabeth, Ms. Emma, and Ms. Anne exist. I can dress-up and pretend in my own little world that somehow, I can live the lives they had (whoa, that is really SAD) without looking like a Georgian cosplay reject.
It has been a while since I got to wear my empire clothes. Being in the field has compelled me to dress up like Wang Lung from the Good Earth.
Anyway, that’s it for today.
Since highschool, I have been fascinated by my peers who are able to get their parents to buy them expensive stuff such as gadgets, cool clothes, shoes etc. While everyone had their laptops, I was only able to buy a netbook after graduation with the graduation gift money. While my cousin was able to buy the bags I can only dream of, she was able to get them at 17. I grew up with a bit of resentment towards my parents for not buying me stuff I know they can afford to get for me, especially my father. I know I sound like a brat because my parents did give me what I NEEDED but never the stuff I really wanted. And that irks me…sorry.
Since I started on my first legit job, I’ve been buying things I always wanted. Shoes, clothes, and gadgets. Though in my defense, almost every stuff I buy aren’t really highstreet. Most of the clothes are from ukay or surplus shops. I rationalize my purchases by saying that I earned the money I’m spending, so why feel bad?
Dang, as I reread what I just wrote, I do sound like a brat…
So I’ve been making posts on this site called 9gag.com. 9 posts so far and still haven;t made it to trending yet. But looking at the 50+ likes in a half glass full point fo view, I realized that I probably made more than 50 people smile. I’ll be posting my works here maybe in a few hours. Gotta catch the bus!
Of course I think about them every now and then. We were friends since highschool anyway. Although things will never be as they were before between us, I still wish them well.
