14 January 2006
The Chronicles of None-nia
I watched my first ever "alone movie" last night, The Chronicles of Narnia (The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe). Glorietta 4, Cinema 6, 10:00PM. The movie was, um, cute. The experience, not really cute.
Hey, that's like me and my kapatids! Peter, Edmond, Susan, and Lucy couldn't have introduced themselves to me in a better time. The rivalry, the drama, the betrayal. It was so... now. (Haha!)
I liked the Ice Queen. So strong willed and determined. And the costumes. Really nice. I'd love to borrow her "ice wand" sometime.
The animals, I somehow wish they were real, so I can finally get an animal pet: talking, showing kindness (or even hostility and other man-like qualities), making you smile. What's better is that you won't have a hard time explaining where they should dump their waste.
Asnal, the king--oh, the lion king--well, he was the king. But he needed the siblings to save Narnia from the witch (the Ice Queen) and rule it for about a decade or so before coming back and re-claiming his throne for his actual re-reign. Whew. Senior citizens nowadays can be really weird.
And the wardrobe. I wonder, where can I get one like it? I'd love to move from one world to another to try aging, learn, and come back and put what I learned to practice. That'd be the most wonderful thing neither Belo, Mendez, or the Calayans can merely offer. And all you need is a spare room and a huge blanket for cover!
It would be great to test aging first. Everybody says we only live once... so why not practice first before the actual living? It won't hurt to know stuff to "avoid" things that can hurt you or make you sad.
Like going to the movies alone, especially if it's not your thing (but somehow you give in and do it anyway). At one time or another, I looked at the empty seat beside me. It was a little cruel, I admit, for it made me feel empty. Moviehouses were built for companies, for friends, for people you want to enjoy your time with. For one and another.
That empy seat screamed loneliness at my face. And if I can make a wish right now, as one of the Kings of None-nia, I wish it doesn't happen again.
Hey, that's like me and my kapatids! Peter, Edmond, Susan, and Lucy couldn't have introduced themselves to me in a better time. The rivalry, the drama, the betrayal. It was so... now. (Haha!)
I liked the Ice Queen. So strong willed and determined. And the costumes. Really nice. I'd love to borrow her "ice wand" sometime.
The animals, I somehow wish they were real, so I can finally get an animal pet: talking, showing kindness (or even hostility and other man-like qualities), making you smile. What's better is that you won't have a hard time explaining where they should dump their waste.
Asnal, the king--oh, the lion king--well, he was the king. But he needed the siblings to save Narnia from the witch (the Ice Queen) and rule it for about a decade or so before coming back and re-claiming his throne for his actual re-reign. Whew. Senior citizens nowadays can be really weird.
And the wardrobe. I wonder, where can I get one like it? I'd love to move from one world to another to try aging, learn, and come back and put what I learned to practice. That'd be the most wonderful thing neither Belo, Mendez, or the Calayans can merely offer. And all you need is a spare room and a huge blanket for cover!
It would be great to test aging first. Everybody says we only live once... so why not practice first before the actual living? It won't hurt to know stuff to "avoid" things that can hurt you or make you sad.
Like going to the movies alone, especially if it's not your thing (but somehow you give in and do it anyway). At one time or another, I looked at the empty seat beside me. It was a little cruel, I admit, for it made me feel empty. Moviehouses were built for companies, for friends, for people you want to enjoy your time with. For one and another.
That empy seat screamed loneliness at my face. And if I can make a wish right now, as one of the Kings of None-nia, I wish it doesn't happen again.
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