Grateful

It’s been a long while since the time when I wrote most of my posts very wordily and lengthily. The reason was primarily because I was too busy or just too tired to write much, even though I did have much to tell. Blogging is a very tiring task, I tell you, especially if you are blogging for the sake of pleasing your audience. I found no delight in pleasing any audience of mine, and even now I find my solace in writing my blog the way I like it- random and just fitting to my plentiful swinging moods.

Ah, so this post is entitled ‘grateful’. To start with, I am grateful for so many many things that I feel so lazy to write each one of them down. Let us just see it this way: my result for last semester was awesome and I have to thank God for that.  I know without His blessings, such a result is impossible for someone like me to achieve, even though many people often think I am intelligent and bla bla bla. I am not, I am just someone who loves to read but usually forgets what she reads on the very next day. So am I intelligent? I don’t think so.

To all brats: Be grateful, man. Some people are more pitiful than you are. So be grateful for whatever you have. [Am sorry, but I am having an issue with brats now. hee!]

I am grateful I have my dear over-anxious parents with me all these while. I am grateful that I have two sisters instead of two brothers. I am grateful I have a house, unlike some tramps wandering along the streets. I am grateful I am having a scholarship, and not burdening anyone with my university fees. I am grateful I am not too ugly to be seen, nor too unbearably fat. I am grateful I have black hair instead of being an albino with pale hair.  I am grateful I have a beautiful corner room in the first floor. I am grateful I have great friends in my university (You know who you are, people). I am grateful I am now in my second year of studies. I am grateful I am blessed with no financial problem. I am grateful I am being the way I am now. Perhaps for the latter one, there’s still room for minor improvements, but for now, I am glad I am me. I am glad of my own  life.

And most importantly, I am glad and grateful that I am a Christian, and I have my God to rely on when the trying times come. I am glad He gave me choices and let me choose. I am glad I am still alive today, breathing normally and not suffering with any chronic diseases. Thank you, dear Father.

I have watched Pan’s Labyrinth, and my, I was so intrigued by it. It was a movie worth watching, truly a Catholic and haunting movie worth of my two-hours. Such beautiful CGI effects! And the silly but scary Pale Man, who was depicted to eat small children, was suprisingly too ugly and saggy for my taste. Even ugliness must have its limits! When Goay told me about Pan’s Labyrinth being a fairy tale, I was so sceptical when I saw the darkness of the movie.  That was no movie to be watched by kids, I thought. Not with all these gruesome images and buckets of blood scenes! But, the movie is indeed awesome! And the lullaby continues to haunt me. Yeah, even now I am writing all these down, I am still listening to the lullaby and original soundtrack from the main website of Pan’s Labyrinth.

See that: It’s a movie featuring fairy tale for grown-ups. And I JUST LOVE THIS ONE: Innocence has a power evil cannot imagine. Very true.

This is the UGLY faun, played by Doug Jones. At first, I was so sceptical about this ugly thing. I thought it was sure to be something evil but I was proved wrong. Never judge a book by its cover, man. Never.

Okay, this is the saggy and silly Pale Man (also by Doug Jones). He has no eyes on his face, and the two holes that you see on his face are his nostrils. But this Pale Man symbolizes something important: The faceless Church society who blindly accepts everything these days. That’s why I just love this story. It is so real. It tells you violence and cruelty are real. It tells you that even fairy tales can be gothic and evil. Because evil  does exist in this world.

Its eyes are on its bloody palms. This Pale Man was awakened when stupid Ofelia went and ate the juicy grapes displayed on the long dinner table. I mean, in such a scary room with walls all about this scary saggy thing eating children, would Ofelia be so daring enough so as to secretly eat the grapes? I just don’t know how stupid Ofelia could be. See what a horror following her narrow escape after this scene.

In the bathroom. Ofelia had a steamy bath, ready for her. She was reading the Book of Crossroads which was given by  the Faun earlier in their first encounter in the dark labyrinth.

This is the ten-year old Ofelia who loved fairy tales too much that she was living in her make-believe world.

Ofelia in her green evening dress, made specially by her ailing pregnant mum, went and explore the thick forest nearby her stepfather’s home. This fig tree grows well after the death of Ofelia.

The main cast for the movie: (from left to right) Sergi Lopez as Captain Vidal, Ivana Baquero as Ofelia, and Maribel Verdu as Mercedes

This is a mandrake (the plant that dreamt of being a human) as originally conjured up by Guillermo del Toro.

In conclusion, go and watch Pan’s labyrinth if you have not watched the movie. It is really worth watching.

To my sister, I pray that you may do well for your exam this week. All the best, gal! Ganbarimasu!

Good night, peeps! Till another time, so long!