Why Not Lady in Red?

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I forgot it was Halloween. I was wondering why TV was focused on these things caught on camera which eventually are reflections of sorts. But it would never fail to fascinate me when a White Lady is being described. First, why do these ladies have to wear white? Is it a fashion statement of sorts for ghosts? Did they die wearing white? Or, is there some kind of dress code once you're a ghost? 

I do not know. But they are also described as long-haired women... Isn't this some sort of marginalized issue for short-haired women who died? Does this mean they could not haunt those who ailed them since they opted for cropped or bob?

Another thing to raise my curiosity is the fad of having little children as the objects of fear. Was it a trend a filmmaker made? I understand about phobia on clowns, dolls, insects and even wide spaces and yes, children but kids are often adorable if not cuddly!

Someone suggested that these things are reflections of other people's guilt. There are some folks who would get scared out of their wits when they see children standing on the hallway because they probably have histories of violence to kids. Their paranoia heightens when they could see children taking over!

Another point is the prejudice and humiliation some gave to persons they consider "ugly". The ugly ghosts are the representations of their guilt, the theory continues... It was even thought: Does it mean that Anne Curtis must have a gash on her face so to be scary? Again, isn't it a little bit biased on the beautiful ones? Meaning, they could not pass for ghosts because they do not look scary?

But then, I like the horror genre. It would always fascinate me when shrieks of terror would soundtrack in the cinema and check on my own pulse. For years of immersing myself to scary films, one thing is common: Once fear would evolve to anger, you would never be a victim.

A friend recommended The Conjuring. She told me that she wet her pants viewing the flick. But save for the intricate use of a seemingly hand-held camera, the plot and story failed to hold me. I guess Insidious is better since it bothered me... so with its sequel.

What really scares me most is the situations that could happen to us. The time when a criminal mind crosses our paths. For me, the flick to scare the wits out of me is David Fincher's "Seven". And the ghost story which made me leap from my seat is M. Night Shayamalan's "The Sixth Sense".

Well, the best time to be gripped by terror is through viewing the news.

"Gone Girl" and its claws

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Who would miss a David Fincher film? That’s a question one could ignore but with his “The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo,” I was convinced. I also came through The New York Times Best Sellers List two years ago and saw Gillian Flynn’s “Gone Girl” on top of it but failed to read the book… after immersing myself for two hours on her screenplay, I guess I became a convert.

These days, there’s too much reviews on the film that one would be confused whom to believe or not. But it would be wise not to allow someone else’s voice to nudge you in your thought processes but make your own opinion. That’s the beauty of viewing well-crafted films, you will be compelled to think.

Flynn’s collaboration with Fincher became a marriage of sorts. The outcome became some kind of a journey to your own stands on the issues and realities of being married. I know I’m not but I always be the sounding board of my friends when times get rough.

“Gone Girl” is about a husband who is looking for his wife who went missing. The story then unravels allowing the viewer to make the husband as the suspect and when he is almost sure that murder happened, the wife’s real intentions slap him on the face. Then, after seeing how evil the wife could be, the viewer will then wish that the husband would murder her.

Fincher is indeed a master on directing his actors. Ben Affleck (Nick Dunne) is good enough to look both the suspect and the victim, his controlled arrogance seethes. Rosamund Pike is also one hell of an actress who could shift expressions from a lovable one to a mean woman.

Then it caught me. I wanted Amy to be convicted or be dead for all her hideous plots and sick lies. But why won’t I wish Nick harm where in fact he is also a villain on their marriage with his infidelity, selfishness and bum-ish traits? Did I fall into the trap of gender bias?

With domestic conflicts, we sometimes fail to look on both sides of the stories. If we are the wife’s friend, we then paint a bad picture on the husband not wanting to know whether the wife is just trying to justify her quirks and emotional hang ups. If we are also buddies with the hubby, and he aired his story vividly, we would drink till the wee hours to drown in alcohol with him for sympathy. 

But the truth is out there…

“Gone Girl” is fascinating. Basically, this is in the mystery/thriller genre but it shows the unsettling realities of having relationships. It’s the up-front fact that with a partner, there is always a competition on who is the fittest. Some wives/husbands thought that they are the ONE only to find out late that their partners exceed their expectations.

When the film ended and lights flooded inside the cinema, I saw the same expressions from the four viewers of the last full show: fear. They’re probably wondering what they or their partners are capable of.

Just did it!

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While doing choreography, I would rant on the technical aspects of the dance: Promenade must be executed well! Point your toes while on a kick! Find your center! Perfection on the pas de deux…

But, basketball?

There are times when I could feel the tension of the TV viewers on the NBA games and would sometimes hear some curses after one lost a bet. I don’t question their passion for I understand being passionate into something. I often talk about the very good cinematography of Nine Inch Nails’ “A Perfect Drug” music video and would see blank expressions from my companions. I could go on and on describing the work of Mia Michaels and Travis Wall and will be brushed off by my friends. That’s why I understand myself when I ward them off as well when they talk about how the Spurs’ victory affects them.

I was then pushed to the world of basketball when our brother got hooked with it. I thought it was just another “phase” since he was into dancing, tennis, badminton and even strumming the guitar (which incidentally brought me to Cebu’s Carbon Market and scourged the good guitars from the Queen City of the South)… I would be irked when he misses tasks in favor of shooting baskets.

He then insisted on buying basketball shoes so not to injure his feet. First, I ignored the request since I thought that any rubber shoes would be OK. It was when I insisted on the use of the proper ballroom shoes to a pair of dancers when I realized the point of buying the right shoes for him.

Lately, I went to Cebu again for a friend’s wedding and got the time of my life as my sister and I went to a shoe store and the two of us were amazed on the kaleidoscopic colors of these basketball gear. She shrieked in horror as I tried fitting on a pair with comic strips printed on the pair in neon colors!

I also realized that signature shoes like that of Lebron and Durant have their own colors that allowed us to see a different side of fashion and function. I was fixated on that green ensemble from Lebron but then again my sister raised hell not to consider the color since our brother is into earth tones. How the hell would he manage to sport a look with shoes similar to a “katsila” (bettle)?

In the end I bought a KD for myself and a Lebron for the sibling. When the bill came, we thought we were on dreamland. We could’ve bought a ticket for Singapore for such amount. But then, what matters most is the affection we nurtured with each other.

Life is short. Just do it!

Full Time

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I am a full-time Facebook worker.

 I devote 97 percent of my waking time ogling the pictures posted. I like reading the shout outs of others and sometimes laugh at their stupidity. I follow the movements of my virtual friends and sometimes, feel sorry for them…They’re so pathetic! They would post their selfies without preparing themselves to be presentable – sometimes they reek of poverty and ugliness!

I’m a full-time Facebook worker.

I know the latest word wars and the scandals posted on this social network! I wince on the grammatical errors of those who dare to post their twisted sentences and I laugh out loud in my room for their sorry situations.

Yes, I’m better than them. I often criticize the way they present their ideas. I always anchor on freedom of speech and opinions but I could not take on their shallow ideas! How dare these imbeciles populate on these grounds? This is my world and the mistakes I commit could be justified. Theirs are purely out of this world!

I like doing springboards on breaking relationships. Friendships must run amok. Lovers must throw negative comments on each other. I like talking about the latest feuds… It’s a nice way to start a conversation – other’s pains!

There are instances when I talk about things in the real world of what’s happening in the Facebook world. I would grimace on the ignorance of others when they tell me that they do not do FB. How could they miss these chances of a lifetime? I do not get alarmed when I would blurt out things I learn from FB. Why should I, that is the normal thing now!

No, I’m not sick. I am just observant, right? 

There are also instances when I sign up for fake identities and feel a sense of exhilaration when I could hurt others. I have this…powerful fluttering inside my heart. It’s like being high from a virtual drug. I could sense the power in me every time I could do something on these lesser beings. 

Why should I read books instead? The pages of those bound paper is not in vogue! I could skim the e-books linked on FB. There are free apps which could be downloaded. Who cares if these are not properly edited and are being digested by editors? I dislike those faggots who often yack on their latest reads! In FB, the people themselves are the books I like reading!

Yes, I’m a full-time Facebook worker. And I could feel that we are many. There might be a time when we will conquer not just the virtual world but the real one.

In FB, it’s like playing God… nay, it is like BEING God.