Frame/d Angst

          I think there are two kinds of people: those who fit well inside frames, and those who don’t. Frames? You might ask. I mean, family, nationality, sex, things like that . . . they’re all frames, aren’t they? They exist outside the body known as “I,” don’t they? I used to live my life inside a gilded frame, but I realized one day that the picture inside the frame was terribly poor. In order to redraw a picture, one has to remove it from its frame. - Double House 

          So when I got rid all of my hair on the so-called doomsday last December 21, 2012 according to the Mayan calendar, everyone around me were dumbstruck and kept asking “What are you?” Oh my. What a deep question, I thought, considering their state of inebriation. But how should I answer it? Hmm. I don’t really want to answer a question about biology. 

Five Shades of BLACK

When it was announced that we’re going to watch an Indian movie regarding a special child, what I had in mind was the movie Every Child is Special. Waiting for Saturday to come, my anticipation was gradually building up. I had already watched that movie once and I was so struck by the story, with matching lively song and dance numbers which made the movie even better and a memorable one. But I was wrong, so wrong.

For what was played on the laptop was an entirely different thing. Whether I would be delighted since I’ll get to see a new movie or not, that I did find out after two hours of watching it. That movie was Black, an after going home, I searched for its tidbits of information and read that it was produced last 2005.

Noblesse Oblige: A CSN Story

           

“First, we are born in the same galaxy. Born of the same species. Our lifetimes overlap. The meetings between humans are so unlikely as to be miraculous . . . Everyone is made up of a collection of 1 percent chances. Thus, I’m dazzled by the fact that there are so many such miracles in this world.” – Arakawa Under the Bridge

            Monday. February 17, 2014. New Era University Special Education Program Department. In less than three hours, my life has become richer. In just a short span of time, it was as if I travelled back in the past and into the future of someone else’s life. A supposed mere stranger has become someone I would definitely never forget. I was brought in to his life story, not by himself but by someone who cares about him, by someone who’s more than proud of him. He is Nielsen. And Abby loves him.