Before anything else:
Lovely, isn’t it?
:D
And now to tell the story.
Last week, while having dinner at Chef’s Quarters, I wanted to go see a movie. We weren’t able to make it. 9_9 To make it up to me, we went to the cinemas last night, after going to church.
Which is weird. You’re going to a mall, and you look like this:
THAT was at the food court. And people were STARING at me. Lol.
And by force of habit, I often acknowledge any person who gifts me.
Must’ve taken a hint that I lost my butterfly brooch. :>
Maybe I’m a nut for dressing too maturely (and acting too immature) but that’s the way it goes. Try living a life with all-girl cousins who are older than you by seven to ten years, and most of your clothes comprised of hand-me-downs. Let’s see YOU not dressing maturely after that. XD
And he’s a pain, but I love my brother anyway.
Sometimes, it’s the fact that we’re the only children around that starts my love for the minority, often treated with injustice, just because it isn’t the decision of the greater party.
For example, last week, when I made my request to watch a movie, I said “let’s go watch UP!” and my brother was all giddy with excitement. And I kept on telling him that we’ll watch UP in 3D the next weekend.
So yesterday, we were thinking to watch it. But everyone else wanted to watch The Time Traveler’s Wife (which was good, sure. But still…) So my brother gets depressed, because he couldn’t see the movie he wanted in 3D. More than that, he’s forced to watch some sap of a love story regarding an impossible genetic anomaly.
Really.
And I’ll throw them off a cliff because:
And I went around the mall following after him, begging for his forgiveness because I didn’t stand up for his opinions and preferences when I could have.
Sorry, pare. I failed. :/
(Well I may suck when it comes to landscapes and such. But I’m pretty good with people’s emotions and…photojourn. XD)
I went through the same childhood. No one in my family is my age. And if anyone WAS my age, it would be some cousin who lives faraway with no common interest, who I barely see—even on holidays. I know only ONE cousin who is my age. Everyone else is older than I am. And inevitably, their children are younger than me.
So when we went out for movies, I could never see the movie I liked. :/ It happens every time. There is injustice in the smallest things, and children’s opinions being neglected, just because they are the minority.
I would have watched UP in 3D with you, kid. But I would have wanted to watch a movie where we don’t have to split up for once. For years, I’ve lived through WANTING to make a decision to watch a movie I liked, for once, and everyone else can go their own way. I get called a killjoy for it.
I’ll try to make it up to you somehow, baby. :/ Really sorry.
Krrr, the guilt is enough to kill me. :/ I wasn’t able to fight for the preferences of the one person who remembered what I wanted for my birthday: to watch UP in 3D and get a pair of those rubber shoes from Tokyo Angels. He still remembers the color, and what it looks like. :/ And for almost every week, up until my birthday, he was telling me, “Ate, let’s tell mom that we should buy you a pair of Tokyo Angels!”
Bro, you’re adorable when you’re not driving me crazy.
And yeah. There was this UP display prepared at the cinemas. IT was adorable. There were children playing in it, and they were going about a few coloring book pages which they pinned up a huge wall behind the display. There were a bajillion balloons connected to the house, and large, painted cut-outs of the characters were there.
At least my younger brother got to enjoy THAT.
ANYWAY, The Time Traveler’s Wife (the movie) was good. I mean, the story was good—it was based on an award-winning novel. But the movie version was a little cut-off. There were no explanations as to how the man had the genetic anomaly. Though I love how the camera angles were. The scene where Henry and his girlfriend got out of bed in the morning—favorite one there. And, hm. Well what I couldn’t forget was what Henry said. He lives his life as if though only to wait for the time that he’ll have to travel again. It’s how everyone lives, I guess. We go to elementary school, only to wait for high school, then college. We live, only to wait to die.
I think what’s important here is to maximize the minimal time given, before you travel to a different time, or dimension, or state of life.
Speaking of Life, Death and otherworldly matters, anyone here seen the movie My Sister’s Keeper yet? It was quite well done. Cameron Diaz was such a wonderful actress. She managed to display emotions and have them come off the screen, enough to make her viewers cry. Although, she was not the only one I celebrated here. The girl who played the role of Anna Fitzgerald was an award-winning kid from Little Miss Sunshine, playing alongside Steve Carrel. She’s all grown up now. :] And I love the movie more so because of her.
The only thing I had to complain was how the movie deviated from Jodi Picoult’s novel.
SPOILER.
Highlight to view.
In the movie, Katie dies from Leukemia, just as how she wanted it. Anna won the case, got to keep her body, the way her sister told her. But in the novel—which was so BRUTALLY spoiled by my cousin ;A;—Katie got to live. Anna won the case, but she died with her lawyer, Alexander, in a car accident. And her kidney was donated to Katie, and she lived. It was a great twist of fate, I say. Imaginary fate, for that matter. Also, it wasn’t their brother who said “Katie wants to die!” in the novel (as it did in the movie)… It was Anna who said it.
/Spoiler ^^;
And that’d be it, basically.
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