Tiny Dreams

March 2nd, 2010 / No Comments » / by Bee

I am currently fascinated with the idea of building tiny houses or prefab-like houses. They’re so cute and tiny, kinda a like a playhouse.

I think it would be cool to build one in the garden. It would be one of a kind and I could go there whenever there are too many people at the main house.

The Tiny House is currently my dream house. I would really like to build one in the future. Believe it or not, I have been researching these tiny houses for more than five years. It’s safe to say that I am obsessed with them. Some of you might feel that it’s ridiculous to want such tiny houses, but I am spinster – I am allowed to have tiny dreams and a tiny house.

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By The River I Sat Down and Wept.

February 3rd, 2010 / No Comments » / by Bee

Shakespeare said that one should not grief in silence because a silent grief kills from the inside. But how do we grief un-silently? How do we give words to sorrow when the sorrow is so big you can’t find a word big enough to describe it?

I am ten times undone with fear. I am afraid to wake up one day and realized that my world has changed again. Time moving forward taking everyone and everything that I hold dear with it and I would be the only one left – holding on to the past.

I would be like a little girl whose shoes got swept away by river. I would sit by the river and weep and with variety of pain and sorrow distract myself from what I had lost.

Crazy

February 1st, 2010 / No Comments » / by Bee

You are an extreme stickler for things. Things have to be just the way you want them to be, but you can’t help it, it is just your crazy coming through. You may be some neat freak, very repetitive, or maybe you just can’t help but pull out 12 hairs every time you hear a train. Whatever it is, people tend to mistake you for being crazy, but guess what, you kinda are. And another thing, the world is not gonna end if you lighten up a bit.

Yeah. People tend to mistake me for being a little crazy, but guess what, I kinda am! *INSERT CRAZY LAUGH HERE*.

Because Virginia Woolf Told Me So…

January 27th, 2010 / No Comments » / by Bee

I check the sky every day.
Looking for any sign of a storm that might be coming.
I have an umbrella ready.
I keep it right beside my “rainy days” sandals.
Just in case.

and I keep a diary.
Just in case.
Just in case the flood takes me away
From here.

And drown me.

So later, you could read it.
And pretend that you know me better than anyone else.

The Lovely Bones

January 22nd, 2010 / No Comments » / by Bee

When I read the book years and years ago, I never thought that it could make it to the big screen. First of all, I thought that no one could probably visualize the story perfectly and turn it into a decent movie and even if they could find someone to do this, there’s no way anyone could tell the story as beautifully as it was written in the book. Clearly, I was wrong. Clearly I choose to forget about Peter Jackson. Actually when it comes to stunning visuals, he did come to mind but I was never quite sure that he could actually capture the essence of the story perfectly.

This is why when my friend told me about this movie I was quite reluctant to see it. I was afraid that it would be very much like the Time Traveler’s Wife, a disappointment. Don’t get me wrong, The Time Traveler’s Wife was okay but I didn’t get the same feeling that I got when I was reading the book. When I was watching the movie I kept thinking how the book was ten times better at expressing the undercurrent emotions of the story. I kept thinking how it could have been better. I guess, some stories are only meant to be told in books which is probably why some great books are still not adapted into motion pictures.

Alice Sebold did a wonderful job writing the book. I never thought that a story of a gruesome murder could be told in such a way that it was less painful to read it. The story was beautifully written and was almost magical. I thought it would be hard to make a movie where the main character would be looking down from heaven to see how her family is coping with her death. Frankly speaking, I don’t know how one could visualize it perfectly without turning it into some ridiculous Hallmark type movies with glowing ghosts and floating angels. But Peter Jackson did it and not only did he nail down the visual effects department he also kept the story true to the book. The essence of loss, sorrow and forgiveness in the book was captured beautifully by the movie. I loved how they begin and end the movie with the opening lines of the book “My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973 … I was here for a while and then I was gone”. I thought it was the perfect opening for the movie and was also the perfect closure.

Credits should also go to the cast. Saoirse Ronan did a brilliant job as Suzy Salmon. But much of the credits must go to Stanley Tucci’s for his chilling portrayal of Mr. Harvey. I had goosebumps every time he appeared on screen. That man could make a very convincing villain. Both Rachel Weisz and Mark Wahlberg also gave good performances but nothing exceptional. I enjoyed Sarandon’s potrayal as the eccentric grandmother of Suzy Salmon, too bad for the brief screen time and I also didn’t get much from the two cast playing Suzy’s siblings.

I have to admit, I read the book five years ago. I didn’t remember the story very clearly but I do remember most of the important parts of the story. I remember thinking that the title of the book had something to do with Suzy’s missing body that was never found till the very end of the story. But after watching the movie I realized that the title of the book came from the very last chapter of the book:

These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections — sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent — that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events my death brought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous lifeless body had been my life.

I came to understand the story even more after watching the movie and not many book adaptations could do that. By that I mean, give the story more depth. I am happy to say that enjoyed the movie as much as I enjoyed the book itself and admitting this is my way of complimenting the people who have made this movie possible. I hope more great books will be adapted into great motion pictures.

I am still waiting very patiently for Life Of Pi.

Optimism with Capital O

January 14th, 2010 / 3 Comments » / by Bee

The reality TV auditions are the best way to witness the American Dream at its very best. Every season I would watch these auditions with awe as more and more freaks crawled out of their hiding places to pursue their dreams. If the world is a magical place all their collective optimism could probably find a cure for Cancer!

So Early In My Life It Was Too Late.

January 3rd, 2010 / No Comments » / by Bee

Everything’s not well. The doctor told us to prepare for the worst. Having lost so many loved ones in a short amount of time, I think I am more prepared than ever. But will this be enough to hold myself from breaking into pieces again? I don’t know. All I know that she has been a constant in my life for as long as I can remember. I don’t know what to do without her. I don’t know how to live in a world where she does not exist.