You probably noticed my other blog renamed j-enah, while I took this URL. Transferred my personal posts to make it a more personal blog! I will delete the other one once I get things situated.
This blog will be different slightly. Aside from longer posts about myself, it will shift more of a focus toward history / news / art / photography and a little less about fandoms.
I got rid of my queue as well~
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When I was 10 and wanted to win the damn AR points competition, I read and read and read
and found myself enjoying it.
One of the books that I now realize has influenced my writing greatly, was Flipped. A story told in two voices of a girl and boy that grow up across the street from one another, who were never quite on the same page. After watching Spike Jonze’s Her, I felt like I needed a bit of fluff to lessen the blow (but I still wanted something of a romance).
The story itself may be deemed predictable, but as a child I didn’t realize the depth of the minor characters juxtaposed with the growth of the main two. It gave a whole new dimension to the piece, something that kept it from being merely a pre-teen novel, to one I recommend for anyone who wants a bit of light reading.
Anyway, the movie. Right. I feel like the movie did the book justice. Of course, things had to be altered slightly; but the feel of it was just right; all the emotions I felt at 10, reading these characters and seeing them brought to life was… wonderful. It was a short film, (the book is pretty short), but it’s absolutely charming.
Without spoiling it:
Personally I get uncomfortable watching people have sex; let alone phone sex —I don’t know, the act is just too intimate for me to be watching/listening.
Aside from that, the movie as a whole is absolutely stunning and breathtaking —the script and cinematography/locations and the music oh the music complemented it in such a way that compelled me to ugly crying. I’m going to own the soundtrack. There are few movies I deem perfect right down to the casting, and this really is one of them. It’s poignant and funny and daring and I think I’ll be rewatching it whenever I can.
But I might be biased because SPIKE JONZE(!!!).
Just watched ‘Flight’
You find yourself cheering for Denzel’s character because although during the entire movie (literally from the first scene) you’re given a flawed and extremely problematic man, who miraculously saves an entire commercial aircraft. Washington’s performance makes you love Capt. Whitaker.
I think that’s what we want to find in anyone we meet. A reason to love someone despite their vices or addictions. This movie makes you think of the humanness behind almost super-human occupations/situations. A bit more dramatic than it had to be, it was still worth a watch.
(Also I need to have a Don Cheadle marathon.)
WHY DON’T MORE PEOPLE WATCH THIS MOVIE - currently on netflix.
Just finished watching this. It’s exactly what it looks like, though you’ve probably haven’t seen anything quite like it before. Blatant satire that deals with homophobia, the gender-spectrum, stereotyping, and race issues; this quirky coming of age story leaves you feeling warm and fuzzy.
The Fault in Our Stars, by John Green
This isn’t so much a review as it is my own experiences revolving around my finishing the story.
Let me start off by saying that though this novel contains characters with cancer, is by no means a cancer book. It is short and bittersweet, wrapped up beautifully in a bright orange bow. But don’t let its length fool you. In 313 pages, Green gives you ample enough time to fall utterly in love and then mercilessly break your heart into tiny, star-shaped pieces.
I’ve been a fan of John Green and his brother via youtube for years, but this is the first book I’ve read of his. Because he leaked the first two chapters of his novel by reading it aloud, I was both delighted and disturbed to note that the entire time I was reading, his voice would switch in and out with my mental depictions of the characters’. That however, did not break me away from the flow of the narrative.
Thankfully, even with Green’s unintentional intrusions, I was absorbed by the story, unable to put it down as I polished off the last few chapters during lecture today.
For a while after concluding it, I kept my mind silent. I didn’t even think the entirety of it would hit me.
And suddenly, I cried “the same way you fall asleep: slowly, then all at once.” Honestly, I didn’t notice it at first, trickling then flowing and then waterfalling as I morphed into this mass of ugly-crying and angry-crying and banged on the steering wheel to calm myself down, all in the comfort of my tinted moving vehicle. It wasn’t fair. These fictional characters deserve their happy ending —and at the same time, they already got it. They did what they could with what they had and here I was mourning for them and aching for something so stunningly deep to happen to me.
Then I contemplated the precarious position I was in, possibly endangering the people around me by being in this huge emotional coctail which compromised my vision slightly; and how selfish I am.
Though it is a work of fiction, there are real lives out there shaped by the same conditions; and here I was, in my car, wondering about my own non-existent romantic pursuits.
I don’t cry that often when it comes to books —the way I’ve sped through them lately, I didn’t think I was going to again since Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close—so when I found myself so moved like this, I had to wonder how ridiculous and completely rare the situation was.
I mean, what are the odds that there was someone else in all the cars of the world who was as emotionally battered by lives that don’t even exist as I was? Consequently, I thought to myself,
what an amazing thing—
that I could be reduced to so little by a jumble of letters bound at the spine; written by someone I’d like to think I know (just through one-sided videos but whatever); someone so goofy and nerdy and normal—
and how one day I’d like to be able to do that too.
You should read it.
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time
is one of those books which I’d like to keep to myself.
It started off slow for me, but with its plot-twist and subsequent minor-character growth it became something more
Milan Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being.
An intricate, yet not-so intricate look at the lives of four different people, who, for whatever reason, cross paths —for a lifetime or for a moment. Set before, during, and after the Communist invasion in the Czech Republic, its brilliance lies within its simplicity. The stories told are ones you’ve heard, yet haven’t seen woven in quite the same way— the fourth wall is constantly broken, ironically not breaking the flow of the narrative. Sensual, romantic, and perceptive; in the end I was given the happy ending I didn’t even realize I wanted.
It is love, it is life. Kundera tells of the dynamic that exists of heaviness and weightlessness through shifting perspectives between each person during each chapter of each section; pinpointing our inherent need to attach meaning to all that we know and experience.
Is being truly free not a burden in its own right?
So I stumbled on the MTV US version of the show first; the iconic ‘Bus Wankers’ episode in the Brit version, and it piqued my interest in the show. Watching that episode without the influence of the original series —it’s actually alright.
After watching the originals (up to the end of season 2, fuck you netflix); I still stand by my opinion that the US’s version isn’t half bad, mostly because I like the main character in theirs more than the Brit one. (Or maybe I’m not supposed to cozy up to any of the characters too much??) What US’s lacks though, is the in-your-face raunchy humor that —I sometimes can’t handle; but mostly— gets me rolling.
Also joe thomas.
Norman is a middle-schooler who talks with the dead. Mocked by family and friends alike, he bonds with a fellow outcast, Neil. Quickly afterwards though, Norman’s estranged uncle Mr. Prenderghast thrusts upon Norman the responsibility of holding back the Witch’s Curse which befalls the town during the anniversary of her death. Will he get to the Witch’s grave before sunset?
Absolutely phenomenal. There is not one thing about it I didn’t appreciate. From the same animators of Coraline, I expected it to be tantalizingly freaky; but not as utterly genuine as it turned out being. There was so much depth in everything; I was in complete awe at some moments. From the setting and smallest details, to the characters themselves; the witty/charming dialogue, and the blatant satirical view of American culture/politics, the music and cinematography —there was just so much richness, I think I’ll see it for a second time. And maybe even another.
You gotta love those intellectual social-pariahs.
I even told my friend who watched it with me, that I’d actually buy this when it comes out on DVD — y’know, instead of downloading it or something.