Twilight experience

I've heard so much about this movie...even the big-white-lump-that-follows-me-around-these-days commented on how a big hit this movie was in the states.

Being the curious cat that I am, I couldn't wait to get my ticket to watch and witness for myself the awesome-ness of Robert Pattinson as a vampire (hahah! you thought, it's about the movie?! =P- nope it was all about the guy)...

The moment he cme on screen i said to myself -- C E D R I C ? (is that you? hahah!)


Remember the lanky guy in harry potter that gets to die in the graveyard after being zapped? yep, that's him.

He admirably played dead and played the death thing so well that this time, in the Twilight movie, he's become the walking undead... but i have to admit, he is more gorgeous as a blood-sucking vampire (eeeehhhh!!!!!)

Cedric is definitely looking plain beside Edward Cullen --but the harry potter movie was stitched better than Twilight.

Which reminds me... watching Twilight is like watching a series of moving postcards -- also like watching paint dry, added the talking big white lump here beside me ( he just can't help himself, it is his therapy to express an opinion and may I add that he did said opinions are like a**holes, everyone has one -- somebody shoot me!)

But I do love the magnification and emotions and reactions in slow mo...reminds you of macro photography -- but this time, the subjects are feelings and expressions. The dragging feeling might have come from this direction, it has been used too much in the movie, it makes you wanna talk in slow motion too.

It has it's fast moments too... and when i say fast, i mean F-A-S-T.

The baseball scene for instance...nyeheheh! just saw an epiphany of what it would be like to play baseball with Superman and friends... without having to worry that you'll be the snack after the game...it's kinda hard to play while at the same time, you're asking yourself who'll be the first one to grab your leg.

*They do take everything the extra mile.
When the scenes are slow, it's really dragging...but baseball game and fight scenes...were also very fast, your eyes would have a hard time following it...as if someone who is in charge of the play button is messing with the rewind and fast forward.
drat.

But I love it. I love the cinematography of the movie...
the angles...the HDR effect...the way they used colors to differentiate characters, the magnified reactions, the slow motion turns, the classic 'james dean' expressions, the disheveled looks, the unusual angles, the postcard scenes...

and thus, the undead experience of Twilight, no matter how dragging in most parts was a generally a nice one...The dragging part is really unforgivable...as it is eating the whole movie!!! but oh well... one cannot have everything

Plus the pale-skinned Edward Cullens was almost making me blush...hahay... his lines are giving me goosebumps though...hey I just turned twenty-five...and so I've left the teeny bumper boat seven years or so ago... I don't swoon anymore... I get curious... I get testy...and I now do research nyeheheheh!
hmmm...i think they can redeem this movie with a more interesting sequel...

boundaries

by felixspencer2 (taken from flickr)

the boundaries of having no boundaries is to know how far one can go about running the fields without going insane.

we are so set to put a barricade of contradictions in everything we do because we always expect things to stop sooner or later. But what if the stop to occur has no direct relation to the boundaries we set?

Thinking all the while that boundaries and limits help us regulate the stop we are expecting to occur, when in fact, it is the manifestation of fear to go out beyond what we do not understand.

Thus, the stop we are expecting is but an illusion and excuse to set ourselves in our comfort zone because we fear to go and explore that which we find strange...worse...things we cannot control.

One example would be the fact that we define ourselves.

Who am I.
What makes me ME?
and what makes me different?

So obssessed we are in defining ourselves and setting a different character to be identified from the commonalities of the human race.

I am myself. I am beyond what you think of me. I am more than what you see. I am more than a product of my relationships and decisions. I have a certain quality higher than that you percieve me to have.

Yet in my moment of confusion and anger, I see myself acting against the set of rules I have conveniently fenced around me.

That is definitely me.
But I see no one doing it aside from that shell that bore my face.

Is that me?
But it goes against the set of character I've learned to fence myself around with.

Can it be me? I would have known... I am myself. and on goes the debate...

We become trapped within the limits we set ouselves with... forgetting that we could easily lift it. That with one blow and it topples like cards...

so set me a boundary...
map me out and find me, like a rat, sniff my way out.

aut viam inveniam aut faciam

There are things that are opposite to eachother but are utterly inseparable...but the world has a unison of the differences that overlaps eachother.

In order not to get lost, we map ourselves certain lines of what is and what is not. But we often forget that the dichotomy of life, though real, is never hindering and it never will. Differences are just that, differences, they are not barricades, nor are they walls to alienate the world or the people around us.

And even with boulders positioned so that we may limit ourselves in terms of co existing and interacting, so we may preserve a certain sanctuary -- too sacred for others to insert themselves in...Trancendence is what we do best.

We draw the lines so we do not get lost as we live in this complicated world. But the lines are but imaginary. And the lines vary according to the map maker...

but the the lines can only do so much as bound those who've forgotten how boundless life can be.

so take me and ill show you how it is to be me.

hapi beerday to meee!

birthday photos !

now officially hit sweet sixteen (nyahahahah!)
it's a good beerday, my bestfriend cam home from Kuwait and
the weak minded one found a ticket back here.

more photos posted on flickr. click on the image =P

more photos coming up ^.^
thanks guys...