A simple post that turned into a thread

I really want to watch the force awakens again! 😨😨…in the movies!!! Any takers? 
I also want to watch all of the Star Wars movie again..but in order this time.
There’s just so much to learn from them.
Every film I watch, I watch with purpose and with my guard up. My guard is always up for hints, effects, great storylines. I take back with me so much good. I really want to be a filmmaker. I want to make short films that are filled with awesomeness.
Even the bad behaviours and bad influences that they try to inflict on us I take. I learn to not ever want any of that and to always look at the bright side and stick to my moral compass. We all need a moral compass. 
Just like life. There’s good and there’s bad. We always want to take the good of life and leave the bad. But there will be always be those who fall for the bad, out of desperation, immaturity or simply a lack of knowledge of who they really are. It takes real character, self control and maturity to not follow the bad crowd. It’s just so easy these days. 
I believe if we cover our eyes from the bad and pretend it isn’t there we could somehow be living a lie. Not necessarily a lie but we could fall for it easily indirectly if we are not aware. 
On the other hand people who are put in a box and kept from all “the bad” are pretty much safe because they’ll never know how bad this world can be. But how about the priests who dedicate their lives to God and the church. They can never get married, start a family or even go to certain places. They’re safe right? A good percentage of them end up molesting children as they confess their sins to them. I thought being in a box was safe right?!
Please don’t get me wrong. I’m not Anti-Christian sentiment or christianophobia. Yes those are real words. But the reason I used a priest as an example was because that’s what was on my mind right now. I don’t even have to get started on Islam. We all know just well what a brainwashed Muslim can do. I hope this balances it out. 
What I’m trying to say is maybe if the molester and the terrorist were living a life where they were exposed to all kinds of wonders in the world ( good and bad ) and saw the effects of the bad wonders and what it led to. They’d be more likely to choose good, rather than just see what the box had to offer and nothing more. 
But what do I know.
All I know is I really wanna watch all of the Star Wars again, this time in blu ray! Then we can discuss about it in depth! 

How they digged their own graves

There he was. Smoking his way to the grave. A pretty good way to go if, if you ask me. If you enjoy it. Until you’re almost at the grave and then you really don’t wanna go. It’s not that you just don’t want to go anymore, cause who does? It’s what happens to you before you go. He was detoriating slowly. Deteriorate here means die slowly and painfully without you having any control over it and no amount of painkillers can stop it, but maybe deteriorate it even more ( make it slower ) which is bad news really. You’re just staying alive to be punished. Maybe that will make it easier after you’ve died already.

I asked him after his second diagnosis of confirmed cancer if it was from all the smoking, but he was quick to reply “NO”. I’ve been smoking all my life, can’t be it. If it was, it would have killed me a long time ago. But his premature aging and wrinkly cheeks were signs that this was coming sooner or later. Bless him.

This other guy I knew was convinced that he’s healthy and that his oversized gut was genetic and that it runs in the family. After a stroke he was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes, high cholesterol ( heart disease) and high blood pressure. He was later served the same food he always ate and refused to make any dietary changes or take medication because he was healthy and the stroke was just an incident that had occurred and was unavoidable. The next stroke he had numbed half his face leaving him partially blind and they had to amputate one of his legs due to poor blood circulation. He wished the stroke took him all the way to the grave instead of the emergency room.

What did these 2 stubborn but loving men ( to their families ) have in common ?

Well for one they became a damn burden to their loved ones and society as  a whole. They were living on the concept that if we have all done this for a long time then it’s perfectly fine. Their loved ones now had to take special care of them.

I like how the word “special” can mean the exact opposite depending on context. You’re a special boy, can mean you are mentally retarded ( literally and/or figuratively) and it can mean you’re wonderful ( Extraordinary). Their kind of “special” treatment led to others being handicapped by serving them in “special ways” no one had the pleasure of doing.

What does this teach me though?

It teaches me to look past culture and society. It teaches me that cultural habits can be very damaging if done long enough and it can damage myself and others around me in the long run. It teaches me that to deteriorate through cultural habits is bad. It teaches me to have an open mind when someone tries to teach me or even tell me something new and not be dogmatic about it. It teaches me also to be bare the pain of seeing dogmatic and stubborn loved ones dig a hole while I can’t do a single thing about it. That’s always the hardest part.

Good news for the diabetic dude though. The next stroke took him. Not sure if it was good or bad news for his loved ones. Maybe a little bit of both. A sort of a mixed feeling.
God rest their souls, and ours too while I’m at prayer mode.Amen.

The movie that distracted me from writing

It’s one of those movies where you can’t turn down or if you’re reading the book then can’t put down. I have run out of words to put in a good post recently but will write regardless.

It’s about.. well it’s about a lot of stuff. Patriotism, friendship, pride, love, family and career. It’s a great combination of events going in, its fast paced but at the same time it gives you a little time to get you emotionally involved with the characters.  Now I’ve seen hundreds and hundreds of movies and will continue to watch even hundreds more. I love it. It has my attention and it gives me something to think about. I think I’ll start writing about movies that are worth writing about and that can be seen by all ages. And that probably has a good moral.

So what movie/book am I talking about?! kite

Have you guessed it yet?

runner

Ok you may guessed it and you may have not. It’s kite runner!! The reason I write about this movie was because I just happen to watch while I was writing up a blog post and it completely deviated me from typing anymore. I mean completely. I watched this movie with ads. I forgot how good it was and I never watch movies ads. Yuck ads!!

Anyways, for those who may have seen or read, then you can read along. Those who haven’t if you don’t like spoilers then don’t I guess. But please watch or read it. Like for real.

The story takes place in the 197o’s in Afghanistan when it was all sunshine and rainbows before the war and the Taliban. It’s about 3 characters mainly, Ameer, Baba and Hassan. As children, Ameer and Hassan were inseparable; their long days under azure Kabul skies often spent getting into innocent mischief or preparing for the highly anticipated kite-fighting tournament. When the day of the tournament arrives, however, a glorious victory is quickly offset by an act of betrayal that ultimately serves as the catalyst for catastrophe. Not long after that fateful day, Amir moves away to America, leaving his old friend behind just as the country turn into a war zone. Two decades later, Amir returns to Afghanistan to find his beloved homeland has now fallen under the iron-fisted rule of the Taliban. Still, all hope for redemption hasn’t been lost just yet, because now that Amir stands face to face with the irrepressible secrets that he struggled so vigilantly to bury, he will receive one last chance to make peace with the past, and lay the groundwork for a brighter future.

Now, I haven’t read the book but some say that the movie is soulless compare to the book! WHAT?!. Man, then the book is definitely bound to turn me into a 13 year old girl. If you’re into reading and have the time. Buy the book, read it, get soft and feel better for you have read a masterpiece.

Not enough time and prefer a movie, watch it, turn into an 18 year old literature student that may or may not feel this emptiness in his/her heart towards the end of the movie. The movie is a little fast paced, and I’m sure by now tons of people have already watched it. But watch it again, just do it.

” For you readers a thousand times over”

Watch/read it and you’ll know what I mean.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

See through my eyes…

I got a phone call and he called me a Jerk. I later got a message and was called a misleading person. Later that day I went to work and was called an asshole, but I started mentioning the benefits of being one. They didn’t appreciate the humor.

I went for a walk, the weather was improving. I had a lot on my mind. I was trying to decide whether I was an asshole or a jerk. Big difference. I then went to the supermarket to buy some raisins but I figured I’d try to dehydrate fresh grapes and see what comes out the other side. As I dehydrated the grapes, I was also told that I’m wrong. How dare I dehydrate grapes? I then took two dry grapes and shoved it down their mouths. “Eww, what is this? ” . I had one and it was juicy and I just thought that I did a good thing and I think I beat inflation too. I took my dried grapes to work and put it outside in the open for others to have. They asked me where did I buy these amazing raisins from?. I wasn’t sure if they were messing with me.

I then installed my smoothie stall at a bazaar and had made so much green smoothie that I was worried it would have to be thrown out.smoothie stall A customer came by and asked for a smoothie and wanted to know my recommendation. Knowing it had spinach and lettuce in it, I said to her lemon w/mint. She drank it and said “Wow, this is good “. I then told her ‘Its spinach, lettuce, pineapple, cinnamon and bananas. She walked away and came back a little later and said “I’m sorry can I have something else, I just can’t handle the spinach. It tastes like grass, I just can’t take it” .

With all the situations above I struggled and tried very hard to explain myself. No, I’m not an asshole, maybe a jerk, but no not a jerk either okay. I didn’t mean for you to see it this way. But these are raisins and they’re home-made from fresh grapes. But it’s good for you and tastes delicious, you didn’t even feel the spinach and lettuce, until I mentioned. But wait,come back!!!

It was all false hope until someone came back and told me she believed the smoothie was good for her and she wants to buy 5. I later got a call from my colleagues at work and she said I was only an asshole and not a jerk. A family member was impressed with how I made home-made raisins that were juicier, tastier and cheaper too.

I stopped explaining why I may be an asshole but not a jerk. I stopped telling everyone the green smoothie was good for them and I wanted to get rid of it before it goes bad. The few who came back told me that they see it. We then all stood together and handed each other a pair of eyes and began to see more and more of what we are. When I was done, I returned the lenses and wanted mine back. I nearly slapped the person next to me but just before I touched the cheek, I remembered that those aren’t his lenses anymore and I was looking through my own lenses. I put down my hand and slowly walked away knowing that we don’t see things as they are but as we are.  I then went home and had a goodnight’s sleep knowing that I have people to share eyes with and those will be enough till the end of time. It was sad but refreshing. I wanted so many more eyes. I bought a pair of glasses and that was as far as I could go with the eyes. I stopped explaining to everyone why they should see it as I do. It’s hard and I don’t expect to see it how they do. And I fell asleep with 2 extra pair of eyes.