Today, the 22nd of December, has been deemed as "Short Girl Appreciation Day" and this couldn't be any more applicable to me and my (at times, unfortunate) height predicament. To be fair, my stature isn't as heavy of burden as some would like to think. Seeing that my ten-year-old niece has surpassed me by a couple inches the recent months, and also that I have always been considered the shortest member of my friend group, I'm not one to complain about something so insignificant to me as a human being. However, in certain situations I feel as though I'm not taken as seriously because of it. Over the summer, I was excited when I went on a mini road trip to a mall for some much needed shopping. Often times on the weekends I feel and appear a bit drained, but I decided for myself that this time around I won't be seen as such. I donned one of my favourite outfits, put on a sufficient, yet simple amount of make-up, and even slightly styled my hair - all in all, I felt like the most confident version of myself. My self-assurance for the day was unwavering, that is, until I overheard a comment that mentioned something along the lines of me looking like a twelve-year-old. I immediately became conscious of my height. Sure, you may think I'm being over dramatic when I say that my heart sank. It wasn't a hateful statement in the slightest, but that is perhaps why it hurt even more - it was completely genuine. Yes, I know I shouldn't let one individual's opinion speak for all of the other people who've seen or known me, but I'll admit that I'm not one who has extremely high self esteem either. So, I do hold today in a special regard. I think about all of those other girls in the world who may feel the exact same as I. And if you are one of those girls who just so happens to be reading this, I want you to know that you're special. Cheesy as it may sound, no other girl on this earth is as distinctive as you are. Even in the short months after I had heard that comment, I've attempted to make small, little efforts day by day to compliment myself, and it has made a world of difference in how I feel as person, and I highly encourage all you readers to do the same, no matter where you may lie on the height rod.
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Are the Star Wars prequels really as bad as we think?
If I am to be honest, it wasn't until I watched Episode II: Attack of the Clones that I first started becoming intrigued by the elegant work, and aware of the effort and dedication involved when making a film's costume design. I would find myself, a naive twelve-year-old, scouring the web for hours on end, watching every "making-of" special I could find. It was in those moments (watching crewmen pivot cameras in breathtaking sets in Italy, concept artists conveying their passions through stunning paintings, seamstresses embroidering elaborate fabrics, and editors working lengthy hours to arrange it all together) when I truly began considering a career in the creative film world. It was only then when I first thought to myself, "Yes. Films are what I want to immerse myself in for the rest of my life."
You didn't think I'd spare mentioning this film around the holidays, would you? The 1978 Star Wars Holiday Special is heavily regarded as being one of the worst possible things to come out of the franchise. So, let me ask you - a montage of terribly written skits is bound to make a fortune, right? Not at all. But if the Star Wars logo is plastered all over it, then it most certainly will. Just in case you're not repulsed enough, I'll inform you of what this god-awful holiday film includes (inspired by some input from my favourite YouTube reviewer, the Nostalgia Critic) :
" Do you think men and women are equal in today's society? Why or why not? " Unfortunately, my answer is a definite no. In the US, as well as in some European countries, women certainly have more human rights than ever before - and that's a good thing - but it has only been in effect just recently. To be blunt, only over the short span of the last fifty years have such changes began to prominently occur. But prejudice still exists nonetheless. A successful woman may be able to attain a high profession equivalent of her male co-worker, but the higher-paying check will almost always favor the male. If you ask me, that's not what I call "equal" in the slightest.
I know. This post is pretty irrelevant compared to the themes of my other recent posts - movie reviews, discussion topics and what not. But the only thing that's on my mind is, as you can infer from the title above, coconut macaroons. I'm one that simply cannot be retained from eyeing the chocolate aisle in any shop, so it's really no surprise that I've found my latest favourite delicacy. A perfect combination of chocolate and coconut are certainly my equivalent of finding something heavenly on this earth. Was there a purpose to this post? Not exactly, but these incredible treats deserve all of the recognition they can get. Thank you for existing, coconut macaroons. You made my day all the better.
The whole premise of the film is rather nontraditional, if you ask me. Bollywood films (particularly the industry's romantic comedies for that matter) are world renowned for having vibrant outbursts of musical numbers and stereotypical romance tropes that teenage girls can only daydream about - but perhaps above all, they always have some version of a happy, fairytale ending. While Ek Main Aur Ekk Tu does have its fair share of cute scenes, its ending is anything but satisfactory. But the fact that it's so different may be why I both like it and despise it. It's refreshing to watch something that has its own take on a genre that's so popularly received, and twisted in an unexpected way.
I decided to not write my final post of the week until after my first Madrigal performance this evening, so here I am now, My school, specifically the choir department, puts on a medieval / renaissance dinner for the public every year, and as you can infer from my obsession with that time period, it's something I look forward to most definitely. Although I do not have the luxury to don a marvelous gown of royalty this year (that's for a year from now when I become a senior), I'm still enjoying my role in Madrigal as a head waitress. Sure - there's the fear of not hearing my guests' names called for me to go and greet them, the fear of spilling hot wassail and boiling coffee as a result of being bumped in such a tight area (I'm the last table in the far corner), the aching pain of my feet - but other than that, the atmosphere of the event is something I absolutely adore. However, let's hope tomorrow goes just as smoothly, shall we?
Trying to write when having no sufficient ideas can be irritating, so that's why I decided to answer some questions to help get my thoughts flowing again. I came across this list a week or so ago. and took it upon myself to ponder them.
Okay, there's no other way for me to get around this - I really am quite the softie when it comes to ideas of romance. Like Simran, I do tend to live in my own "filmy world", as movies and art are the things I'm most passionate about. I mean, who doesn't dream about having the perfect love story like portrayed in the films? In essence, I Hate Luv Storys is a refreshing parody on the Bollywood film industry and the overused clichés found in nearly every romantic comedy ever. But, that's not to say that this film doesn't at least include some of those stereotypical ideas either. It does poke fun at the genre in its own unique way - yet is able to emphasize that the love story you think is so great may not be what you see on the cinema screen, but rather the one that is developed from behind the camera.
I Hate Luv Storys (although a bit predictable at times) is simply a feel-good movie. The adorable chemistry, the comedic remarks, and the catchy musical numbers all fuse together to result in an overall pleasurable viewing experience. And if you have the presumption that subtitles are too overbearing to keep up to pace with, think again. This movie (as well as many other Bollywood films) often uses an abundance of English phrases - and the plot is easy to follow, so there's no need to feel too overwhelmed. Now, as much as I adore this film, it's definitely not for everyone. If you truly do have a distaste for any form of romance in a movie, then I Hate Luv Storys (despite its ironic title) certainly isn't for you. However, if I'm in need of a laugh some time soon, I'll definitely be viewing this one again within no time. ♡ This week I've been brainstorming small draft ideas for an informative piece assignment, and I thought I'd share this short little list I whipped up. Yes, I am that geeky band student in school that can be found carrying a bass drum within a moment's notice. So, I thought I'd might as well shed some light on the daily happenings of being in the renowned percussion section. The Unwritten (and Sarcastic) Rules of a Bored Percussionist Member During a Concert Band Practice Session
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— Initially, this page was where I documented my daily prompts for a writing class in high school, but I'll continue to post my thoughts here every once in a while. I might also post some dissertations / research I've done here in college. categories:archives:
April 2018
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