I decided to give twitter another shot. I do tweet now. Check my account here. Thanks.
I once read from a book saying that writing is like riding a bike. Practice is needed so one be able to ride it well. If you, in a period of time, abandon your bike, it might take a while to get back on the saddle. Honestly, I think that goes for everything. We are good at what we do if we do it constantly .. and we might get bored easily as well. Okay, I'm not complaining. It's Monday, I'm at work and although everything seems to come towards like a group of bees attacking me, I'm still able to find a minute or two to blog. HEHEHE.
Anyway, a couple of days ago, a friend mention on his Facebook status that Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice is so unrealistic. Of course, I'm not the right person to defend Austen subjectively because of my adoration for her (not that she needs to be defended). I once wrote how much I admire Joe Wright's Pride and Prejudice.
I can honestly tell you now that I don't know much who Austen was nor I know much about how life was in the early 18th century. I do know that Austen was considered an outspoken author who elicited contradictions to what was considered important at that time (and/or maybe today's society, like it or not). The heroines she created, they live (still do) bravely.
Elizabeth Bennet (from Pride and Prejudice), despite her faults to pass on judgments, she was a cleaver, young and outspoken lady. Let's not forget Emma Woodhouse, Eleanor and Marianne Dashwood or Fanny Price. They're all astonishing in the little circles of their lives.
Back to Pride and Prejudice, the book that was published in the early 18th century. It was set on England, where people still did curtsy, electricity was not yet invented and being married well was a woman's destiny. But Bennet despised the tradition. She refused the he-owned-everything Mr. Collins' proposal, not because he's portrayed funny-looking, but simply he's not the right man.
Seriously, think about it! Do you really think Pride is not real? It has been a couple of months, me and my friends at work were talking about a TV show called, Take Me Out. Basically, it's a dating game show. The guys will introduce themselves - age, occupation, what kind of car they drive, etc. I don't blame society for expecting a social/economy-elevation. My point is what happened then still happens now.
Watching those 20ish women standing with an on/off button reminds me of Kitty, Lydia, Mrs. Bennet and all silly ladies on Pride and Prejudice hoping to find a Bingley, a Darcy, a Wickham or even a Collins (depends on their desperation. HAHAHA).
In both the movie and the book, Lizzie did end up being with Mr. Darcy. Lizzie never really despise wealth and Darcy is just an uptight aristocrat, but I don't think he look down on people with less-fortune. So if you ask me, whether the romance between the two is possible or not. I shall say although it doesn't not happen to me, to that friend of mine or maybe to most of you, it does possibly happen.
In short, life stinks occasionally and you just need to suck it up. HAHAHA.
PS: I have this pimple the size of an onion. Totally annoying.
My last entry was almost 1 month ago. I always told myself that I ought to spend some times to sit and write something, but I don't know. Life, work and many other things have been quite mind-and-energy-consuming. I almost had a fallen-out.
But this Sunday, with a cup of coffee (my second cup, actually), I decided to write something, although that something might seem random and useless. I thought if I didn't do it, I might never do it again, ever. See how silly, my entry is?
This weekend, I didn't get a chance to really hang out with friends. I stayed in most of the time. I had a movie marathon, a date with Jack. Nicholson.
I started with One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Okay, I have to admit it's not an excellent choice to spend your weekend watching something dramatic. But one thing the movie taught me is one better be dead in flesh and free in spirit than be imprisoned. No, I'm not suggesting anyone to commit suicide. Basically, it's more to: know who you are, do what you want to do and like what you do. It's a good movie.
As Good As It Gets has always been my favorite movie. I always like it and it never gets old for me. Perfect cast, perfect story, well-acted and it's just perfect. It's a make-you-feel-good movie, but it's not tacky.
The last one is Something's Gotta Give. Reasons to love this movie: Funny, Eartha Kitt and Paris. You have to watch it to understand them. HEHEHE.
I'm heading out with a friend. It does feel good to be able to blog again. I guess it's true when they say: Like gardening, blogging can be very calming. Happy Sunday, everyone!