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MY 2 CENTS ON THE HUNGER GAMES
Caption: Katniss and Gale cajoling and hunting
V-I-O-L-E-N-C-E! The movie fell short on violence. Though I understand that the film-makers want to please a larger audience (tweens who hunger after the mush), a little more blood wouldn’t hurt as the movie title implied just that. Come on Hollywood, does “The Hunger Games” sound clean and peaceful to you?
Overall however, the movie did not disappoint. The screen writers did not stray too much from the book, pleasing fans who have facebooked this event for so long. Their only mistake really, was casting Josh Hutcherson as Peeta Mellark. His blonde-dyed hair didn’t even do him any favor as there was just no chemisty between him and Jennifer Lawrence (the heroine Katniss Everdeen). I’m a staunch Team Peeta advocate but the movie will inevitably convert anyone to Team Gale (childhood sweetheart of Katniss). This, despite Liam Hemsworth’s (Gale Hawthorne) short screen time. Sigh.
Then again, Jennifer Lawrence and her perfectly woven lines and costumes were able to raise the ante. Where Josh Hutchershon would lead you to believe that it’s a romantic comedy, Jennifer Lawrence, in all her stunning glory, would make you go hungry for more.
Photo source: http://www.csmonitor.com/USA/Society/2012/0322/Hunger-Games-fandom-Can-it-become-a-force-for-good
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My hunger for Hunger Games can no longer be contained. Gaaa. I want to watch you now, GIRL ON FIRE!
#fangirlmode
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12 RESOLUTIONS FOR 2012
The last time I unearthed resolutions on my planner, I ended up wallowing in disappointment and despair. Seeing my resolutions get broken after a year was too much for my ego to bear. Lesson: Don’t ever write in planners again. I kid! I kid!
So why bother? For one, I think that failure to fulfill past resolutions is a lame excuse for not trying again. Besides, lists of any kind are fun to make (Click here for my other list-type entry)! It’s easy to read and easier to write—which gives birth to my new theory: List-making and resolution-accomplishing are inversely proportional —- which now leads to my first resolution…
- Apply moisturizer daily. Well, there is really no connection between this one and the preceding paragraph. I just can’t think of a good segue. Hehe
- Do a physical activity. I’m leaning towards boxing like Manny Pacquiao, you know.
- Do not pester Ponggi a.k.a mi sister.
- I’m taking this list seriously so I’m scratching number 3. Sisterrrooo, am I annoying? Am I annoying? Am I annoying?
- Do not be late for work. This is the hardest by far but since part of making resolutions is being mature, I’m ambitiously keeping this. Bring it on, bed weather!
- Stop telling myself not to log in to Facebook. It’s time to face the fact that I cannot stay away from the internet because of uhm…reasons!
- Stop telling myself to eat half rice. Lesser rice leads to hungrier stomach, which leads to fatter woman.
- Visit Canada again. I hope we can fly by April. If not, I’ll just cry a Niagara of tears.
- Go to Bohol or any province in the Philippines. As DoT says, it’s more fun in the Philippines.
- Read, read,and read some more. This is my lifetime resolution. After fixating on Norwegian Wood last month, I’m resolute in adding more Murukami on my reading list. And oh, book donations are very much appreciated.
- Write, write,and write some more. Despite my perpetual love-hate relationship with writing, taking this off the list will only hurt more. OA but true.
- Lastly, be braver. This encompasses all aspects – Love, Career, and Faith.
As Confucius has so eloquently put, “It doesn’t matter how slow you go, as long as you don’t stop.” So here’s to being an eager beaver. Here’s to not giving up. :)
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AZKALS 101
Seeing Neil Etheridge half-naked more than made up for the loss. Lol. Vlad hates it when I watch games for the players and not for the play. She calls me ignorant. I call him jealous.
But hey, I get him. It’s just that football is not something you comprehend in a snap. It takes weeks of watching and tons of Azkal-love to fully own it.
But because I’m dead serious at learning and at making my boyfriend happy (hihi), I’m listing three tips which could aid fledglings like me in future ball games:
1. Learn some dance moves. In football, goals are rare and difficult to achieve that it usually takes six minutes for throngs of insanely exhuberant fans to calm down. Given the long celebration time, it would be cooler to teach devotees of the opposing team how to dougie.
2. Know the numbers. After Schrocky scored, we cheered as if our voice boxes will stop functioning tomorrow. Football Guru Marx however decided to burst our bubble by crying out the impossible and the unjust: The Azkals must make four goals to clinch victory while Kuwait must not score at all.
FIFA rules state that points are cumulative and every point scored by a team away from home ground a.k.a. Kuwait is worth double. Rarrr.
Now I understand why the Kuwaiti fans behind us were pompously shouting “Sandali lang” during all the hoopla. And that whatever urges Azkal-devotees had of punching them were thwarted by their hilarious attempts at speaking in Tagalog.
*Spot the cutest Kuwaiti fan below. Hint: Naka-smile. lol
3. Last and most important of all (which could perhaps summarize all these gibberish), you have to cheer despite the loss. In that way, you’ll get more than what you bargained for.
I know we did.
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DIE-HARD
Yesterday, Vlad, Marx, Pong and I snaked through the traffic of EDSA to catch FIBA Asia’s semi-finals of Philippines versus Iran.
Dignity dictates that I admit it was not my intention to support the country (oh the irony) as I only agreed to the double date in the hopes of rubbing elbows and cheeks (haha) with Chris Tiu. It’s adulterous I know, but gratifying nonetheless. Jooooke.
To make the long story short, the Philippines lost to Iran by three freaking points and all I got was a hallucinated flying kiss from Chris. Damn.
BUT *bold, underline, enlarge* through it all, you can hardly call the day a failure or the Philippine team a loser.
Smart Gilas Pilipinas put to shame all those pundits who pronounce that basketball is not a sport that Pinoys should mess with. Our players may be relatively small but they stood out like Davids in a bunch of Goliaths. They slung great shots, built solid defenses, popped in and out like fireballs, enabling them to register ties throughout the game.
They converted doubtfuls like me to believe a.k.a. scream, jump, fall to my seat, and basically go bonkers for the country. Oh, they’ve turned me into a groupie!
Now I’m making a pact through this blog to support the Philippines next season even without Chris.
But since I’m making it a point to make only promises that I could keep, I will just cheer for Chris a teeny bit less and cheer for the country more.
*drumroll*
“GO TEAM PILIPINAS! HUSAY AT LAKAS”
This is Criselda Pescante, Pinoy, proud and die-hard. ;-)
LOVE, CAREER, FRIENDSHIP AND OTHER LIFE DRAMA
A lot has changed in my life, even rivaling the poignant story of a lotto winner turned poor.
In less than a year, I’ve managed to break off a relationship of three years, shifted from Public Relations to Banking, lost my friends, and found love again.
I can’t say that I’m proud or that I’m stronger, heck, I’m more vulnerable than ever. But I would like to believe that I’m learning.
ON LOVE
My ex was a wonderful man. Even with my new found love, I still think of him as sugar, spice, and everything nice (Powerpuff pun unintended). We didn’t break our promise of forever because of a third party, making our break-up all the more hard to explain. I think (he may believe otherwise) that we faded away. It’s like we let our relationship die of a slow and silent but no less painful death. We love each other but we were no longer in love.
So I moved on and found Vlad or he found me (more of our love story on my next blog. Lol). I was at first hesitant to take the plunge again, thinking that once we tread years in our relationship, we’ll eventually tire and give up the way my ex and I did. History is a bitch. Infatuation is bitchier. Love is bitchiest.
But defiant-me wants it bitchy. Kidding. What I’m really saying is…I’m not sure of what the future holds, along with the pain it might inflict upon me. But I’m willing to take the risk. Again.
Laugh all you want but I may have found my Mr. Right. It may sound foolish and even careless but it makes perfect sense to me.
ON CAREER
For someone who hates, no, abhors Math, choosing Banking over PR is career suicide. It’s like Manny Pacquiao entering a debate contest or Anne Curtis joining American Idol. Simply, it was not in my character therefore objectionable.
Fast track four months later, I graduated top three in the Junior Executive Development Institute a.k.a. JEDI program of PNB. Now, I’m in the Treasury Department, writing market updates but mostly digesting numbers. Every single day.
How, why, and until how long? I honestly don’t know. But so far, I’m having fun.
And numbers, well, they’re kinda cool too.
ON FRIENDSHIP
I have a theory that after college and during work, you will be able to count with your fingers who your true friends are because it’s the phase of your life when you can use work as an excuse to gradually say goodbye, especially to people you secretly dislike.
This year, I found out that I only have a few which I can consider my real friends. More than shame, this perplexed me because I’m pretty sure I’m lovable. LOL
But then, knowing that there are people who love me not only in spite but also because of my faults is more than enough for me. And that I’m still lovable. LOL
In retrospection, I can’t say that I’m proud of my decisions. Most of them are unfathomable, rebellious, even bordering toward crazy. But overall, I’m happy because it is in these choices that I know I grew more than just a little, learned more than just a little, and lived more than just a little.
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