Anie Writes: October 2012

What and WEAR

It’s been half an hour since the program has concluded. Flashes of distant cameras were still evident from the center stage where the very event took place. Family and friends gathered around in celebration of victory and delight as Earl Jane, Karl, Josh, Kim, Joyce and Vince takes pleasure in their triumphant stint as pageant winners. Across the canteen table, I sat down on a monobloc chair, finishing my egg sandwich. In nonchalance, I watched the spectacle from afar as the hollering and hooting continues.

Heading to my direction were Ate Sha and Ate Ann. In haste, I swallowed my food, gulped down my drink and went to my feet to engage in an after-event conversation.

“Kids” I muttered, pointing to the boisterous display in front of us. Both of them smiled.

“Love the outfit, Anie” Ate Sha said out of the blue.

“Don’t tell me you got that from the thrift shop again” she inquired.

“As a matter of fact, I did” I replied, quite pleased with myself.

“For a hundred and seventy-five pesos, no less” I went on and gave them a quick carefree twirl.

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I confess I have been one of the boys for quite too long and slipping into short dresses is a preference I’ve recently got the hang of. When it comes to dressing up, I resort to an Ukay-Ukay to procure an inexpensive and stylish outfit. Ukay Ukay is actually a Visayan word that means “to rummage”, a term generally used throughout the Philippines to describe how people pick out garments from an imported second-hand clothing outlet. Yes readers, most of the dresses I wear once belonged to someone else. My dear Ate Ann wouldn’t consent to this and so as my pastor, but Ukay is just so addicting! There’s a sense of thrill in unearthing something fabulous amidst racks and racks of clothes and the best part is, you hardly ever get the same thing twice!

Nowadays, I go for dresses mostly for the comfort it offers, adding a dash of feminine touch to my short hair and accentuating it a little comes in second. I hardly consider myself a fashionista, truth is, that word irks me and I don't give a rat tooth about brands either, I'm all for comfort, wearability {if that's even a word} and the reasonable price that comes with it. I'm an advocate of Ukay not just for the big thrift that I am but for the STYLE OF CLOTHING that you won’t easily find anywhere else in Angeles City. I roll my eyes at people with the impression that Ukay are for the less fortunate or for the cheaps, because it is not. Lately, even the ones with fashion cred has done it at some point, so why the prejudice? Think BRANDON BOYD. I love him. Furthermore, Ukay is for the unpretentious, who’s unaffected by anyone’s opinions and I honestly think no one can be classier than that.

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, by Anie Ordillo

In Fangirl, Good Read

Ode To One of My Favorite Literary Heroes

Blog entry originally posted 5 December 2011 via Life's Blah:

Behold a fangirling blog post. You’ve been forewarned. This is what reading, classic literature or not, does to me. If I’m still in college and is required to write a term paper on my favorite literary hero, this blog post is is something I would submit, no questions ask! Well, more or less. Categorically, I’ll have “Why I’d Marry Michael Fassbender” as my initial title page. In bold Algerian font it will be, centered in a 50pt font size, in fuchsia pink font color and underneath it the words: “A Fangirling Term Paper By Anie Ordillo”. Whether or not a title page is mandatory, I would still include it just for the pleasure of having one and gaily submit it to a professor. I’d start by narrating I want to marry Michael Fassbender because, well, 1. Gary Oldman and John Malkovich are too old for me. 2. because Fassbender is a suitable addition to my rather unembellished name and 3. because he is the closest Edward Fairfax Rochester I could get in an era where romanticism is long forgotten and that some men (at least a few of those I personally know) completely disregard the idea of putting forward a decent {not commercialized/mainstream} marriage proposal… I’m just saying.

While I’m quite in the leisure of divulging random bits and pieces now, I’d just say this plainly like how I tweeted it few weeks before: I fancy Mr. Rochester with great ardency. A fangirling blog post, I told you! It all started when I watched Cary Fukunaga's cinematic adaptation of Jane Eyre. This period film, superbly atmospheric depiction, beguiling yet somewhat dark held my interest and I intensely fell for it. Consequently, it fired me up to listen to the 38-chaptered audiobook (narrated by Elizabeth Klett) that I’ve avidly devoured in four mind-blowing days. I confess, with no bit of any shame whatsoever that I’d still play chapter 23 and 37 again and again while reading the e-book whenever boredom strikes. Why? Because I'm a nerd and gothic romance as such tickles my fancy. No shame in that too! 😆

Edward Fairfax Rochester, who I find ever endearing every time he calls Jane Eyre, “Janet”, is the classic byronic hero with an angst-ridden soul in the story. Easily, I fell in love with him. Well, if you’re into the terribly enigmatic type, seemingly ideal, introspective and passionate kind of guy who challenges you mentally, like I do, then, you’d know where I’m coming from. Brontë, through her heroine’s eyes gave a picture of Mr. Rochester as a middle height, broad-chested man with heavy brows, granite-hewn features and gloomy but very fine eyes. Brontë further described him as “very grim to look at”. In addition, Mr. Rochester has an appalling array of flaws: cynical, self-indulgent and arrogant. And yet, along with his obviously dreadful disposition, he’s also passionate, romantic and intellectual, thus, winning the heart of, not only his mousy governess but the hearts of million classic literary female readers, including myself. But what struck me the most apart from all that, dear readers (to paraphrase Miss Brontë)... is the power and beauty of his of language. The reason that made me head over heels with Mr. Rochester and never more so than when he was about to bring to light his true feelings for the governess and spoke:

It is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.

Those very lines made me instantaneously forgave him for the way he lark around with Jane's emotions, teasing her, carrying out that awful and confusing scheme that drove Jane to believe that he was to marry that obnoxious Blanche Ingram. And what could be a more breathtaking marriage proposal than to be asked to pass through life at your beloved’s side, to be his second self and to be his best earthly companion? I would say yes in a wink even without the vintage heirloom Pave Asscher diamond engagement ring in platinum from MDC Diamonds New York that I saw online sometime ago.

As for Michael Fassbender, he embodied the very essence of my mental image of Rochester and convincingly portrayed the abundance of sarcasm, passion, expressions, mannerisms and that wistful sadness and hopelessness that Rochester had. Michael Fassbender’s sarcastic broodiness nails Rochester spot-on and yet his versatility brought in the subtle vulnerability in Rochester when he lost Jane, leaving me with emotions I never knew I'm capable of feeling. To top it off, Michael Fassbender’s deep voice adds up that sense of rugged sexiness in Rochester, drawing me to a conclusion that there is indeed something about men with deep voices. Go figure, haha! I must agree, though, Michael Fassbender is a little too handsome to be Rochester. Why, I swooned over every time I see him on screen as Rochester but that can’t be a bad thing, I supposed. It is true that there are many Jane Eyre adaptations but seeing Cary Fukunaga's take on this classic lit made me a little prejudiced towards the other versions. I just can’t help it.

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, by Anie Ordillo

In Good Read, Good Watch

Jane Eyre: A Kinda-Sorta Review

Classic literature has an eternal appeal in my eyes. Growing up in my teens with compulsory make-up-projects, I always singled out reading as a great escape and in the process grew fonder of making book reviews. I had the pleasure of reading Little Women, The Adventures of Tom Sawyer, Huckleberry Finn, Beowulf, The Canterbury Tales, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, The Secret Garden, among other things. Such great stories continue to resonate with me as it takes me back in a time far different from mine and somehow gives me a glimpse of how extraordinary stories they were. I suppose that very experience coagulated my love for the written world and later for period films. While Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice is and will always remain as one of the many dearly loved novels I have a high regard for, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë, however, is currently on the top of my list. This may sound blatantly sentimental or Miss-Universe-like-answer in its Q&A segment but one thing that is identifiable about Jane Eyre, at least to me, is her atypical strong-willed character with unbending convictions. Jane Eyre, having a disconsolate past, has that resiliency in her that paved her way to a rewarding life in spite of everything she had been through. On chapter 27, with a called-off wedding on her plate and an aching revelation that her beloved Rochester already had a wife, she still managed to listen as he recounts his tragic union with a lunatic and offer pity in the face of deceit.

You would think her unswerving affection for her dear master would shake her strong sense of self and what’s right and wrong by her. No, sir. Some, even in our present time, would go against the world and damned morals all in the name of love. Not Jane Eyre though. Her strength amid weakness, her possession of self-worth and dignity, among others are truly admirable. I’d like to think that she didn't really come back to marry Mr. Rochester. She went back for him out of restlessness and enormous concern as a person who cares. She went back because it was the right thing to do but her thoughts on being his mistress never changed. Her values on all things upright, in my book, are absolutely a winner! If you haven’t read Jane Eyre yet, I highly urge you to. It’s a good read without a doubt and while you are at it, go see Jane Eyre, a film adaptation by the talented Cary Fukunaga.

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What and WEAR

Ode To One of My Favorite Literary Heroes

Jane Eyre: A Kinda-Sorta Review

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