domingo, 9 de enero de 2011

Don't mess with karma

So! My last entry before midnight! I'm going to tell you about the day with the worst luck in my life. Just because! (My Soulmate already knows about this, LOL)

I was in Vancouver and I couldn't sleep (how weird) so I went to the kitchen with a book in hopes that my flatmate would come out of his room so we could talk for a while to kill my boredom. I filled a glass of water and after drinking I left it on the table, next to my book. A little after midnight, I was concentrated in the story and I went to pick up the glass without tearing my eyes from the book, I miscalculated the distance and knocked over the glass. Of course, all the water spilled, getting completely wet the pillow of the chair next to mine. The day was starting really well. I dried the table and the floor, left a note of warning to my flatmate about the chair and went to sleep angry with myself.

The next day, I woke up just fine. I went into the shower and tried to get the water to start but, as I grabbed the faucet, it came off (it was very loose) and slipped from my hand falling on the floor of the shower and making so much noise it could have woken up all the neighbourhood. Great.

When I was ready, I came out of the house and walked to the skytrain station. After I got there, I noticed that I had actually come out one our and a half before the meeting time, and not knowing what would I do alone in a place I didn't know (other than getting myself lost), I decided to go back home.
As I crossed the door mumbling about how stupid I was, I run into my flatmate. He asked me why I had come back and, after I explained, he invited me to go get coffee at Starbucks, so I went.
There, I got my throat burned with the coffee and made a fool of myself coughing like a maniac. After some time, I went back to the station.

Then, I saw the skytrain arrive while I was going upstairs and hurried so much I tripped and fell on my knee, which hurt like hell. I got up the skytrain, sit down and started listening to my i-pod. The thing is, I got into the skytrain to the wrong direction, but only noticed after 20 minutes, after seeing a restaurant with a ridiculously big Elvis on the roof, which I hadn't seen any of the times I had taken the skytrain to Downtown.

The result was that I arrived half an hour late.

I still can't believe they didn't kill me.

"Not being able to sleep is terrible. Your have the misery of having partied all night... without the satisfaction." - Lynn Johnston

Here comes the sun in the middle of winter

I hate my blog.
Why won't it let me put YouTube videos?
Here Comes the Sun

 I've already talked about a book, films, a painting, so I guess now it's turn to talk about music. More particularly about the song Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles. Because it's simply wonderful that it's early January and 20º outside. A weather that invites you to lay on the ground like a cat and sunbath, despite the proximity of the exams, while singing it's allright. Certainly, one of the best songs of the Beatles was writen by George Harrison

(written on Saturday 8th)

viernes, 7 de enero de 2011


There is a painting that haunts me. The image of a king without a kingdom, forever trapped between four walls and with piles of books towering around him. The image of a man sit in a study room with a book open on his lap, which he looks absently, with his heart somewhere else. By the look of resigned desperation on his face you'd say he is a peasant to whom life has not treated kindly; but the rich clothes he wears, even if untidy and wrinkled, the rings on his fingers, and even the uncouncious elegance of the way he holds his head with one hand tell you otherwise.

I can't remember the title of the painting nor the artist's name, but I can perfectly recall the exact position of the man, the shockingly detailed books around him and his expression. I don't know why this painting shocked me so much, but seeing it made me want to jump into it and shake that devastatingly silent sadness off the man, make him stand up from that baroque, wooden chair and see the world with his own eyes to light his heavy mood. Maybe because I'm also waiting for something to shake me awake and make me break this stillness of mine that makes me feel like a frozen picture.

"Dawn: When men of reason go to bed." - Ambrose Bierce

miércoles, 5 de enero de 2011

So loverly

I think I need like... 1500 words more, aproximately, so I'll write a reeeally long entry. I'll try to get the larger number of words possible, so I'll probably start rambling. That's why it would be better if you didn't read this. It's going to be boring. Don't say I didn't warn you.

Today I feel like talking about this amazing film: My Fair Lady. Directed by George Cukor and starring Audrey Hepburn and Rex Harrison.

This film takes place in London in 1912 and tells the story of Eliza Doolitle, a poor flower seller young woman who comes across Henry Higgins, a misogynistic, arrogant and famous professor of phonetics.
The professor Higgins boasts jokingly to a new acquaintance of his (Colonel Pickering) that he can even make a flower girl like her with such a strong cockney accent pass as a Duchess at the embassy ball.
Eliza, who wants to have a better life working at a shop (for which she needs to use a better English) and not selling flowers on the street, goes the next day to Higgins' house to ask him for speech lessons. At first, Higgins refuses, but Colonel Pickering reminds him of what said the day before and they make a bet: in four months he is to teach Eliza to talk like an upper-class person and take her to the embassy ball without being found out her true origins.

I watched this film with my friend G, and he told me he thought it was kind of sexist because of what Higgins says about women. Certainly, Higgins doesn't think very highly of women and he leaves no doubt about it when he complains “why can't a woman be more like a man?” or when he declares that he prefers “a new edition of the Spanish Inquisition than to ever let a woman in my life”. But that's not the message the film wants to transmit at all. (From now on this will contain spoilers, so if you haven't watched the film and want to see the end yourself, better stop reading)

In the end, when Higgins goes to her mother's house looking for Eliza and she refuses to go back to his house with him, Higgins is proud of her. Seeing her as someone who has become sufficient and independent -even if he still declares that it is his merit- he tells her “I like you more this way”. And in the last scene, even if she goes back to his house, Eliza isn't dependent of him nor of Fredy, whom she told the professor she was going to marry but doesn't.

As I said before, I think My Fair Lady is a great film which has wonderful actors. Audrey Hepburn has been my favourite actress ever since I watched her there and I've seen a couple of films more which I also like. And I also like Rex Harrison, although I still have to watch more of his films, he makes a perfect professor Higgins. And I completely love the relationship between Eliza and the professor. I love that Eliza makes her way to Higgins' difficult heart. And that he doesn't want to admit even to himself that he has come to think of the young woman as someone precious, saying that he has just “grown accustomed to her face”. Must be my tsundere fetish (tsundere is a Japanese word that describes a person who is emotional but hides it, and may feel one way but act the other. What can I say? Otakus will be otakus)

Another thing I like it's the different accents they show in the film and the upper-class way of talking. I just love it, it's so pompous! (How ghastly! I know) And, of course, the songs.

Well, this is more than 600 words and it's 4 in the morning, so I guess it's enough for tonight. I'm going to sleep. Although first I need to go to the bathroom... "Where the devil are my slippers?"
Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, “Where have I gone wrong?” Then a voice says to me, “This is going to take more than one night.” - Charles M. Schulz