Thursday, September 20, 2007
Catch and Release
"Catch and Release" is a movie about love lost and love found, friendship, companionship, responsibility - it's a story about life. It stars Jennifer Garner as Gray, a young widow (to be) who losses his fiance when he goes on fishing on his Bachelor's Party. Their supposedly wedding day becomes his funeral- her greatest tragedy and loss for their 6-year relationship. Gray was accompanied by her fiance's bestfriends during the funeral, but she can't handle the crowd and runs upstairs to the bathroom and pours her heart out while sitting in the empty bathtub. She was appalled when one of her fiance's bestfriends rushes in with a flirty maid, and they were making out! The newcomers didn't know she was there, and not until the girl left did Gray show herself. Fritz was astonished when he sees her and as she was leaving, she told him that she wonders why Grady (her fiance) was ever friends with him.
Gray goes on with her life without him, but with Sam and Dennis, whom she loves as her own bestfriends too. But she was not pleased to see Fritz still hanging around the house even after the funeral. When Gray sees a lawyer, she finds out that Grady has some great fortune from his investments, but she also learns that he was sending money to somebody regularly and she wonders who was it. She receives a call one night and realizes it was a woman who was making some demands to her late fiance. She discovers from Fritz that the money he's been sending regularly was for her- because they have a son. He tells her that what happened between the girl and Grady was just once, and when he knew that they had a son, he felt obliged to support the kid, and that was their only relationship. He also tells her that this happened some eight years ago and way before they had been together. But the truth comes out when one morning, Maureen and her son stumbled down at Gray's place looking for Grady. Gray pretends she was a cleaning woman and promises to send Grady her message. She rushes over to Fritz and finds out that Maureen and Grady had an affair during their relationship, not before. They argue over this but, end up kissing.
Maureen and her son Mattie visited them again and offered to prepare a dinner. At the dinner table, she confesses to them a lot of things that Grady never knew about her, just letting them know that she's not really "perfect" as what they all see of her. During the night, Gray slips out of her room and lies beside Fritz. They were disturbed by Sam who walks to the refrigerator in the middle of the night. Gray returns to her bedroom unnoticed by Sam.
The whole lot goes on a fishing trip, Sam teaches Mattie how to fish and gives him Grady's hat, Maureen on her body balancing exercises, Fritz takes photos, Gray reads a book, and Dennis approaches her, confessing to her that he loves her for the past six years.
Sam accompanies Maureen and Mattie to the hospital for DNA test, if he's really the son of Grady, he inherits his entire fortune. He later brings them back to the motel where they stay. Maureen gives Sam a massage to show her gratefulness, but later became intimate, only Sam suddenly gets back to his senses. Dennis brings a date into their house, who later ditches him because of some annoying message she sees on a paper. Dennis drinks alone, smashing bottles and things within his reach. But being the responsible guy that he is, he starts picking up the mess , as Fritz and Gray enters the room, holding hands together. This brings Dennis to more depression and frustration. He releases his angst to their front door, scraping it with a planer and when Sam arrives and realizes what he was doing, they scrambled on the floor to get the planer away from each other. Fritz suddenly comes out from Gray's bedroom, and walked away from the two, who immediately halted when they saw him. Gray wakes up finding Fritz gone, but with a note on the pillow, "coffee". She gets up and sees Dennis looking up some pictures of Grady. He immediately talks about her being inlove with somebody else, but Gray just shrugs it off, saying it was nothing, less than nothing. This was overheard by Fritz from the patio, who was about to bring their cups of coffee and Gray doesn't notice him. She offers to find some better pictures for Dennis.
Gray went to their storage room and rummaged though the piles for pictures and she notices what was hanging from the corner, her wedding dress. She puts it on and slouches on the sofa, where Fritz sees her, and bids her goodbye. He tells her what he overhears, but nothing she says stops him from leaving.
The DNA test result comes out, Ellen, Grady's mother and Gray, hears from Eve, the lawyer, that Mattie is not the son of Grady. Ellen leaves feeling somehow disappointed. When Maureen learns of this, she insisted there must be a mistake, but realizes that the true father of Mattie may be the French man she once met. She says sorry for all the mess she had caused, and that she'll move on with life.
At the peace garden created by Grady's friends in his memory, Ellen hands out some money for Maureen and Mattie. This was because Gray tells her that whatever help Grady gave them when he was still alive must be continued, even if they already knew that Mattie was not his real son. She talks of all the things he knew about Grady to the people who attended, and later thanks Ellen for the help she gave Maureen. She hands out her engagement ring back to her but Ellen insisted for her to keep it.
Dennis moves out of the house, even if Sam doesn't want to, but later finds another roommate, Maureen and Mattie. Gray bids them farewell too, tells them that she has to go to someplace. She drives all the way to Los Angeles, to a house near the beach, where he finds Fritz, playing catch with his dog. He stops whatever Gray has to say, and just tells her what took her so long.
...and they lived happily ever after. It would be the fitting end, wouldn't it? I really liked the romance incurred in the movie, and overall, I think it was really good, in all it's simplicity and reality. After all, friendship and love are the best things in the world!
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Give Him All Of You
One day a man decided to invite the Lord to come home and stay with him. When the Lord arrived, this young man offered him the very best room in the house. The room was upstairs and at the end of the hall. "This room is yours, Jesus! Stay as long as you like and you can do whatever you want to in this room, remember Jesus, its all yours."
That evening after he had retired for the night there came a loud knocking at the front door. The young man pulled on his robe and made his way downstairs. When he opened the door he found that the devil had sent three of his demons to attack the man. He quickly tried to close the door but one of the demons kept sticking his foot in.
Sometime later, after a great struggle, he managed to slam the door shut and returned to his room totally exhausted.
Can you believe that," the man thought. Jesus is upstairs in my very best room sleeping while I am down here battling demons. Oh, well, maybe he just didn't hear. He slept fitfully that night. The next day thing went along as normal and, being tired as he was, the young man retired early that evening. Along about midnight, there came such a terrible ruckus at the front door that the young man was sure that whatever it was would tear the door down. He stumbled down the stairs once again and opened the door to find that were dozens of demons now trying to get into his beautiful home.
For more than three hours he fought and struggled against the demons from hell, and finally overtook them enough to shut the door against their attack. All energy seemed to fail him. He really didn't understand this at all. Why won't the Lord come to my rescue? Why does he allow me to fight all by myself? I feel so alone. Troubled, he found his way to the sofa and fell into a restless sleep.
The next morning he decided to inquire of the Lord about the happenings of the last two evenings. Quietly he made his way to the elegant bedroom where he had left Jesus. "Jesus," he called as he tapped at the door. "Lord, I don't understand what is happening. For the last two nights I have had to fight the demons away from my door while you laid up here sleeping. Don't you care about me? Did I not give you the very best room in the house?"
He could see the tears building in Jesus' eyes but continued on, "I just don't understand, I really thought that once I invited you in to live with me that you would take care of me and I gave you the best room in my house and everything. What more can I do?"
"My precious child," Jesus spoke so softly. "I do love and care for you. I protect all that you have released into my care. But, when you invited me to come here and stay, you brought me to this lovely room and you shut the door to the rest of your house. I am Lord of this room but I am not Master of this house.
I have protected this room and no demon may enter here."
"Oh, Lord, please forgive me. Take all of my house -- it is yours. I am so sorry that I never offered you all to begin with. I want you to have control of everything." With this he flung open the bedroom door and knelt at Jesus' feet. "Please forgive me Lord for being so selfish."
Jesus smiled and told him that He had already forgiven him and that He would take care of things from now on. That night as the young man prepared for bed he thought, I wonder if those demons will return, I am so tired of fighting them each and every night. But, he knew that Jesus said that he would take care of things from now on.
Along about midnight the banging on the door was frightening. The young man slipped out of his room in time to see Jesus going down the stairs. He watched in awe as Jesus swung open the door, no need to be afraid.
Satan stood at the door, this time demanding to be let in. "What do you want, Satan?" the Lord asked. The devil bowed low in the presence of the Lord, "So sorry, I seem to have gotten the wrong address." And with that, he and the demons all ran away.
There is a moral to this tale. Jesus wants all of you, not just a part. He will take all that you give Him, but nothing more. How much of your heart have you given to the Lord? Are you keeping a portion of it away from Him?
Perhaps the attacks are coming more and more each day. Why not let the Lord fight the battles for you? He is always victorious. I have found that God made man simple, all of man's complexities are of his own devising.
Monday, August 6, 2007
Photograph
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
How did our eyes get so red
And what the hell is on Joey's head
And this is where I grew up
I think the present owner fixed it up
I never knew we'd ever went without
The second floor is hard for sneaking out
And this is where I went to school
Most of the time had better things to do
Criminal record says I broke in twice
I must have done it half a dozen times
I wonder if it's too late
Should i go back and try to graduate
Life's better now then it was back then
If I was them I wouldn't let me in
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Remember the old arcade
Blew every dollar that we ever made
The cops hated us hangin' out
They say somebody went and burned it down
We used to listen to the radio
And sing along with every song we know
We said someday we'd find out how it feels
To sing to more than just the steering wheel
Kim's the first girl I kissed
I was so nervous that I nearly missed
She's had a couple of kids since then
I haven't seen her since god knows when
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, god, I
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
I miss that town
I miss the faces
You can't erase
You can't replace it
I miss it now
I can't believe it
So hard to stay
Too hard to leave it
If I could I relive those days
I know the one thing that would never change
Every memory of looking out the back door
I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Every memory of walking out the front door
I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
It's hard to say it, time to say it
Goodbye, goodbye.
Look at this photograph
Everytime I do it makes me laugh
Everytime I do it makes me...
Saturday, July 21, 2007
Potty About Potter
I think I'm gonna go totally insane with my one and only addiction- Harry Potter! I can't contain my excitement during the past few days of the actual Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows launching. The Order of the Phoenix movie was shown a week earlier but it was shown here in the UAE just last thursday, 19th of July. We rushed in after office just to see the movie on its first day. The movie was good enough for me, but not actually satisfying enough. As I've read the books from the beginning, I found a lot of missing pieces in the movie. But it was actually fair enough and well-justified as per the book itself. The movie jsut left me hanging and intensified my excitement, curiosity and anticipation towards the last book, the end of Harry Potter.
Though I am obviously quite vocal with my addiction, I didn't go to the bookstore at exactly 3am (UAE time) just to have the book. Patiently, I waited to avoid the rush (actually, because I still have to go to work, and I wouldn't want my boss to catch me sleeping!). So off I went to Magrudy's Bookshop at 6am and handed my reservation card, I made a reservation as early as three months ago (not really a true fanatic, am I?). Just before I entered the shop, HP7 was conspicous enough, as it seemed that there were no other books that were on sale except HP7! I bought my copy, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, UK Children's edition. I managed to sneak peak at its brief back cover summary.
I was able to read a few pages on my way to the office and before my office hours started. I carefully peeked at the internet, checking the featured headline, if it wasn't about the ending of the book, not just yet. Yahoo featured the audio of JK's storytelling of the first few pages of the first chapter, with photos of the simultaneous book launch around the world, as slideshow background. However, in the afternoon, I saw yet another feature, this time, the one I've been dreading, a review of the final book. I didn't allow myself to satisfy my own curiosity, I just printed the news feature and hid it behind my desk.
I am still hoping I won't hear any news about the fate of Harry, until I finished the book to the last, final pages. I still am hoping...
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Anxiety Attack
"Who knows," I suggested, "manna may fall from the sky again."
We dressed in sheets and sandals and did our best Bedouin hike through the bedrooms. The girls, on my instruction, complained to me, Moses, of hunger and demanded I take them back to Egypt, or at least to the kitchen. When we entered the den, I urged them to play up their parts: groan, moan, and beg for food.
"Look up," I urged. "Manna might fall any minute."
Two-year-old Sara obliged with no questions, but Jenna and Andrea had their doubts. How can manna fall from a ceiling?
Just like the Hebrews. "How can God feed us in the wilderness?"
Just like you? You look at tomorrow's demands, next week's bills, next month's silent calendar. Your future looks as barren as the Sinai Desert. "How can I face my future?" God tells you what I told my daughters: "Look up."
When my daughters did, manna fell! Well, not manna, but vanilla wafers dropped from the ceiling and landed on the carpet. Sara squealed with delight and started munching. Jenna and Andrea were old enough to request an explanation.
My answer was simple. I knew the itinerary. I knew we would enter this room. Vanilla wafers fit safely on the topside of the ceiling-fan blades. I had placed them there in advance. When they groaned and moaned, I turned on the switch.
God's answer to the Hebrews was similar. Did he know their itinerary? Did he know they would grow hungry? Yes and yes. And at the right time, he tilted the manna basket toward earth.
And what about you? God knows what you need and where you'll be. Any chance he has some vanilla wafers on tomorrow's ceiling fans? Trust him. "Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don't get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes" (Matthew 6:33-34).
I don't have kids yet, this is an email from my friend, "Peace for Anxious Days by Max Lucado." It is truly a wonderful miracle how we can get through each day of our lives, struggling, yet still surviving. Everyone has to admit we may have our own anxiety attacks, yet learning how to give it all up to God, is one thing we should always have in mind. I've had my own struggles. Before, I used to worry a lot. I worried about bills to pay, stressful work, pressure, stability, and everything for tomorrow. It was then that all my worries really turn into problems. But then somehow, I learned one thing- Faith. I simply trust everything to my Faith that all my problems will be solved, all my worries be gone. And they all simply go away. Here I am now, still struggling for everyday living, but with my Faith, I know I can go through everything. And there's nothing more I can say than "Thank you, Lord..."Wednesday, January 24, 2007
My Own Knight
I've been too pre-occupied these past few days, I've been really problematic. There was a point that I just wanted to give up, not until yesterday, that I saw the light. Well, I didn't totally lose hope, coz deep inside, I know that everything will just pass, that pain will eventually leave me. And it did. Though my problems were not totally solved yet, I know that I am now okay.
The article was about the girl's "Knight", where she had been searching for so long for him and the world around her just mocked and told her that there was no knight at all. All she found were impostors and she just grew tired and eventually thought of giving up, until her knight finally came, accepted her, and gave her everything she had ever wished.
I actually feel that I was the girl at some point. There were tough times, yet, there was always a moment when I'll just stop and realize that I was never alone, that even if I was in the midst of darkness, there will always be some light. There were a million times that I neglected him, but he never left me, I know, because there would always be a time that I'd simply realize he's just there. It's as if he'll lightly touch me on my shoulder just for me to remember that he's just there, always there, my own "knight".
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Not the Way as Planned
This may really be true, as this is what I just kept on thinking right now. I have planned great things a couple of weeks ago. Everything has been falling into places, not until the other day, that I think that the whole plan was completely ruined. Probably because I didn't trust my instincts, or I allowed myself to trust another person that obviously cannot be trusted. I am blaming myself for allowing all these things to happen, when in the first place, I know that this could most likely happen. And I feel that I let others down, coz when I trusted, they trusted me too.
I may be so vague, and others might think that it was really nothing when they knew what this was all about. But as for me, I feel so frustrated, exasperated, betrayed... When I completely trusted someone whom I knew cannot be trusted, and I knew this was coming. And it all happened.
Now, here I am, trying to pick up things which can still be saved. I just hate myself although I know that it was not my fault. I just trusted. Though I am not the most trusting person in the world, yet...
I still am hoping... wishing... praying... that I can still sort things out, that things can still be alright. But if there's one thing I've learned, it's that, my instincts never let me down. Still, everything does not always happen as how we want it to be, some things are not really meant to be...