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…Falling in love.

God I could listen to Otis Redding all day. I realize his For Your Precious Love is reminiscent of Unchained Melody from the movie Ghost, but Otis was way ahead of whoever wrote Unchained Melody. The song is indescribable; it makes me fall in love.. or something. It is for this reason, this feeling, that I will watch Tell No One (Ne le dis à personne), a movie that has For Your Precious Love as a soundtrack, sometime this week. I will also watch the film because, apart from rave reviews and an intriguing trailer, it was directed by Guillaume Canet. GUILLAUME Canet. You know, the guy who starred in Love Me If You Dare (Jeux d’enfants) and is now living with his co-star Marion Cotillard, only the most captivating French actress in history. (Well, for me she is.)

P.S. To my best friend, if you’re reading this, you have to watch that movie. (Love Me If You Dare, I mean. I hope you can find a copy somewhere. 🙂 )

“I don’t live to please you.”

I don’t effin’ want to work yet. As for my goal in life. Ha! I have none.

Watching.

Watched The Good Guy today, only because of Alexis Bledel and Bryan Greenberg. The movie was okay, I guess. I expected a bit more as comments on the uploaded trailer, which convinced me to check it out, suggested that it was an above average movie. However, I was able to figure the whole thing out several minutes into the film.

Despite this, I did appreciate the movie. The soundtracks were great; it’s been a while since I’ve encountered a movie that had so many good soundtracks (e.g. Lately by The Helio Sequence, Sideways by Let’s Go Sailing, Can You Tell by Ra Ra Riot and so many more). Also, Alexis stepped up in her acting. Usually she’s so ordinary (like in Post Grad, which I saw yesterday) but she displayed something more in this.

I’m currently looking for more films to watch.

Your Ex-Lover Is Dead.

Stars. I’d heard of this band before but I never tried to listen to them. Am now addicted to this song.

“When there is nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire.”

Freeeeeeee.

So I’ve officially graduated. It took a while for that to sink in–for me to realize what it actually meant: no more late nights cramming, no more chasing deadlines, no more dealing with worthless groupmates (at least for the meantime), and no more waking up early. I’M FREE. I wish I could take a couple of months of vacation just to prolong my liberty, but I don’t think my parents would allow that, the control freaks that they are. A while ago, when a television channel began telecasting the “Royal Wedding of the Century,” my dad repeatedly bugged me about joining them to watch it. I was so annoyed I practically shouted back at him words about me not being interested AT ALL in the royal-stinking-wedding. He left me after that. I think I’m in for the silent treatment tonight. Oh wait, no, there’s gonna be non-stop yapping about how I missed so much.

Anyway. I didn’t mean to be harsh, but I’ve just been so irritated with all the weight people have been putting on the stupid wedding.

It sucks to be alone.

Especially when I need somebody.

I’m on the brink of hating myself again. Maybe I already have.

I don’t need this right now. I have to concentrate. But I can’t.

Children’s book series I love.

A few days ago Time compiled a wonderful  list of old book series for kids. Lately the online magazine and I haven’t been on the same wavelength with regard to their lists, but this I found interesting. (See the full list here) I found that I’d read at least one book for six out of ten series they enumerated (The Boxcar Children! The BSC! What fine memories.:)). What I had not read were Little House, Biggles, The Hardy Boys, and, I’m embarrassed to say, Nancy Drew (me wonders what Jessica Zafra, a huge fan, would say about this).

It’s not like I’d never heard of these series before (Oh, wait, that’s with the exception of Biggles. What is that about?). I’m pretty sure I saw copies of Little House and The Hardy Boys at our grade school’s book shelf, but I always thought The Hardy Boys was for guys and Little House was one of those books I always saved for later–to the point that I never got to read it. As for Nancy Drew, I guess I just never got acquainted with the series because I was too busy enjoying others (like Ramona and Sweet Valley). That’s a bit sad, but it’s not such a great loss. After all, if not for two of the series on Time’s list (aforementioned), I would never have become a writer.

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If you got the hint, the two series are Ramona and Sweet Valley.

I think I started reading Ramona in second grade, when we started ordering a lot of books from Scholastic, Inc. I can’t remember if my mom picked it out or I did (I wish I knew), but I love every book I ever read. (My favorite is Ramona and Her Father:)) I believe Beverly Cleary’s books are what encouraged me to write. I remember thinking in my little girl’s head back then, someday, I’m gonna write books for children just like Beverly, so I can make others happy the way she made me happy. I credit her with my passion.

In the latter part of my cringeworthy elementary school experience, I progressed from Ramona to Elizabeth and Jessica in Francine Pascal’s SVH, which had bigger vocabulary words and catered to those undergoing puberty. The impact of the series on my bashful, naive self was strong since I could relate to Elizabeth’s woes. I found her to be more appealing than Jessica, who was considerably shallow, because of our blinding similarities: the seriousness. the academic perseverance. the passion for writing.. Years later I realize I seem to be following in her footsteps, what with the decision to major in journalism… However, we were also different in some ways, like how she always has an admirer (I envy.. Kidding.), and how she can be so driven by her dreams.. But more than these little things that bound me to the series, what I treasure about it is how it made me write again. Don’t get me wrong, I never stopped writing since the day I got my first diary (around the same time I began reading Ramona), but some time in sixth grade, trivial girlhood adventures distracted me and when trials came, I was dumbfounded and I forgot about my foolproof way of relieving my stress. Enter SVH (SVH Senior Year was more influential than the standard SVH series), and voila, my relationship with pen and paper blossomed once again. I credit the writers of SVH (because I think there are a lot of writers of SVH, is that correct?) with refueling my desire to write–with keeping me on the write track (citation: onthewritetrack is an acquaintance’s blog).

I guess I’m just overcome with memories. Thank you Time. You always have something interesting for subscribers like me.


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