OK I’m bored so you my dear readers are going to have to bear with me.
This line especially struck my deepest core yesterday as I was watching Nip/Tuck (when I really should be studying, as per said, for my finals XD):
“I believe in fate, but only those in Greek tragedy. I place my faith more in critical mass – in tipping points – little straws that do break camels’ backs. Accept her for who she is but support her nonetheless in being the best she can be.”
Sorta gives you that wingardium leviosa-ish feeling no? Tehehehe.
Now, for an anecdote that’s at least closer to home.
In relation to the title of this post, as happens each and every time this quarter of the year comes around – no, I’m not gonna start sprouting anything related at all to Christmas or Thanksgiving – I am once again in the mood to be watching Anastasia.
Yes, Anastasia the cartoon musical about the lost Russian Princess who with the help of one kitchen boy who aided her escape many years ago (albeit without her knowledge on account of her amnesia) finally rediscovered who she ultimately is and bring down the evil Rasputin who cost her not only her past but her entire family as well.
I must have watched the movie 8732489 times yet I’m still not bored of it. Heh. In fact, I feel an unexplainable rush within me each time I relive the adventure with those characters I hold so dear. I’ve watched it so many times I can narrate to you the entire storyline. I’ve watched it so many times I know all the words to the songs in it. I’ve watched it so many times my brother actually starts groaning in exasperation whenever I whip the DVD out hahaha.
It’s interesting to note though how Yuh Ting would be the only person in the world – as of right now anyway – who knows that I base all my heroes in short stories I write – the gallant knights who would swoop in at the last minute to save the day – after Dimitri, the said kitchen boy in the movie XD
I thought he was oh-so-suave and so totally bad ass when I first saw him making life miserable for Anastasia the very first time I watched the movie. The reluctant hero who is stuck with Anastasia not because he wants to but because she is his one ticket out of the life of poverty he grew up in. The unprecedented martyr who eventually fell in love with the forlorn princess despite the initial spite and egocentrism he reserved specially for her.
I really believe it was he who first set the foundation for my uncanny, if not completely bizarre, tendency to fall for the bad boys. Think Draco Malfoy in Harry Potter instead of The Boy Who Lived; Pyro in X-Men instead of Bobby aka Iceman whom I’ve always thought was too nice to be true; heck even Ronnie Radke – the lead singer of Escape the Fate – eventhough he’s now in jail serving time for manslaughter =.=
Jo’s never understood how I always fall for “the ones who are bad for me” and honestly, neither do I. But you have got to admit that there’s just something to a narcissistic arrogant asshole who is so good with words they can have you on your knees at their whim. There’s just something even I am unable to decipher about guys (or girls) who are so sure of themselves and what they want that their mere presence demand for all the attention in the room the moment they walk in. Like some silent scream or unsaid threat, their devilish softspoken ways and coquettish dimpled smile just lets you know that they know the superiority they have over you and others and are not afraid to abuse such power.
And again I manage to sound all psychotic hahaha.
Dimitri: I was the boy in the palace – the one who opened the wall. She’s the real thing, Vlad.
Vladimir: Then that means that our Anya has found her family. We have found the heir to the Russian throne! And you … ?
Dimitri: Will walk out of her life forever.
Vladimir: But …
Dimitri: Princesses don’t marry kitchen boys.