Fifty Shades of Grey, Trailer

Week after week since they announced the movie I check for the trailer and week after week I get disappointed. But now it’s here. The True Official Trailer.

I’ve had my doubts about Dakota Johnson playing Anastasia Steele. My main issue being that she looks like she’s in her thirties when Ana should be only 21. Judging from the trailer, I think she can pull it off. Even though in some scenes her face has all those lines that looks like wrinkles, her facial expression would probably make up for it. I only hope she has other facial expressions than that innocent doe eyed look of hers. But then again, she’s not the most important character on this movie for us women.

Jaime Dornan playing Christian Grey. I’d like to say it works but I don’t know. I’m still not convinced. I like the part in the elevator but him at the rest of the trailer, I still don’t see it. I look at him and I don’t see Christian Grey, I see Jaime Dornan.

We’ll have to wait until the showing in February 14th to say for sure. I hate that I have to wait this long just to see this movie.

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Verifying Paypal in the PH

In my search for a part-time online job, I discovered that it is impossible to get paid if I do not have a Paypal account. Upon singing up for a Paypal account, I also discovered that I need a credit/debit card to verify the damn thing. According to Paypal:

Confirming your credit/debit card is a PayPal security check which lets us know your card is in your possession. We call this our Verification process.

All PayPal accounts are initially ‘unverified’ and have withdrawal limits until you confirm your financial details with us.

Important: You can still use your PayPal account until you reach the withdrawal limits.

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NBI Online Clearance Application, How Worthless is It?

So I got this part time job online and after passing the exams, I was required to submit a National Bureau of Investigation (NBI) Clearance to prove that I have not been indicted in any court anywhere in this hell hole I live in. One of the NBI Offices was near my work so I went there at around 2pm because I figured, all the excited people who fell in line at 4am would be gone by then and I would get done faster but when I got there, the line was still long and the office was not air-conditioned. Like there’s a better recipe for heat stroke than this. What I did see near the entrance were tons of printed signs saying I could apply for my clearance online.

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Feed, Mira Grant

Feed follows news bloggers Georgia Mason and Shaun Mason as they followed the presidential campaign of Senator Peter Ryman through a world where zombies roamed the earth. Goodreads says:

The year was 2014. We had cured cancer. We had beaten the common cold. But in doing so we created something new, something terrible that no one could stop.

The infection spread, virus blocks taking over bodies and minds with one, unstoppable command: FEED. Now, twenty years after the Rising, bloggers Georgia and Shaun Mason are on the trail of the biggest story of their lives – the dark conspiracy behind the infected.

The truth will get out, even if it kills them.

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…Because I Have to Let it Out lest My head Explode

When asked why I flutter from hobby to hobby within a moment’s notice, why I read books one after the other, why I can’t bear not having a movie playing on tv, why I play too much RPG’s, I always say that I am easily bored. But the truth is, I am easily depressed. I need things to get my mind off whatever it is that’s making me this way or I will crumble. I don’t want to crumble. It’s happened before and it wasn’t pretty.

I’ve hit the bottom twice before. The first time, I did, I swallowed two bottles of ferrous sulfate. It wasn’t enough because all I got is a hammering heart for six hours and barf all over the floor. The second time it happened, I ended up planning my death and giving myself 30 days to settle my affairs. After my failed attempt I knew what to do. It was the happiest 30 days of my life. But considering that I am still here, writing this, you can see I didn’t go through with it. Why? Three days before my deadline, my one and only workmate was murdered. I’ve never felt that kind of depression since then, until now.

Right now , I feel betrayed and disappointed above else. Next to it, I feel panicky and scared. I’ve only felt betrayed once before, when one of my sisters disappeared after promising to help our youngest sister to college. But back then my anger had given me strength. And compared to this…

It’s… disheartening, knowing that the persons who you thought would help you just abandon you because they don’t care what happens. I’ve felt it before from them, the inequality, the favoritism. I chose to ignore it because I didn’t need another thing to push me down. But this blatant abandonment is hard to ignore. I didn’t think they would be capable of it, at least not to do it to my face. But now I’m here, swimming through muck by myself with just a single thread to guide me.

The only person tethering me here is my nephew. It hurts, physically hurts, to think of leaving him. I can’t imagine having him call my name and I wouldn’t be there to answer. I will, literally, kill for that child.

So now I wait for it to pass, and cry, and pray for guidance and strength. And when that’s over, I pray some more. At this point, these are the only things I could do.

Doll Bones, Holly Black

Do you remember the last time you played with dolls or action figures? I was around eight or nine when I did. My mom gave me this pretty doll. She had alabaster skin, rosy cheeks, she had white, curly, short hair and she was wearing this baby blue nightgown with a petticoat. She looked so elegant and expensive. She was the prettiest doll I’ve ever gotten. I took her to bed with me the first night I got her and slept with her in my arms. I woke up in the middle of the night and she was missing. I thought I’d let go of her when I fell asleep so I turned to my side to look for her and there she was, standing on my bed facing me. That was the loudest I’ve screamed in my entire life. There’s nothing paranormal about it though. My uncle, who was staying at our house that time, propped the doll on my bed to deliberately scare me but after that, all the dolls had to go.

This memory was buried in the recesses of my mind until I read Doll Bones. A story of three twelve year old kids, their last game together, and a china doll.

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