Sinister (2012)

SINISTER (2012)

Director: Scott Derrickson
Writers: Scott Derrickson (Screenplay), C. Robert Cargill
Stars: Ethan Hawke, Juliet Rylance and James Ransone

My Rating: 4.5/5


"When the lights go off, you're in for a big fright"

The movie opens as if it's a detective movie (well, yay for me. My brain's gonna work again) wherein you think it's gonna be just about solving how someone died, where the body is hidden, or maybe have some confrontation with the killer. Yes, it was that at first but then the film transitions into a paranormal, mystery one. 

You're gonna keep on guessing who the killer was, and it would definitely the one you've not suspected - well maybe if you pay attention to some of the details of the movie. But then again, I didn't suspect --- to be the killer in the movie. 

It's a fun watch, probably get a few good screams in it. When the lights go off, you're in danger. ^_^ I screamed, worse than my scream while watching Insidious. There would be scenes that would be very disturbing of course. If you're not used to seeing blood, well you have the options to close your eyes anyway. Story wise and fright wise, it's a good movie. If you want a good mystery-solving-scary-enough film, this one's for you.

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Dream Journal 004

I had a nightmare a while ago, and I thought of sharing it to you guys. I wanted to tell it the normal narrative way but then I was so inspired that I felt it would be a waste if I didn't write it in a poem. Here it goes:

It was after school,

"Get home immediately" was the rule;

As I approached, I breathed deep,

And smiled. Mom was waiting in our keep;

The walls were white, the roof mahogany,

And a tall white door stood in front of me;

As I entered, everything changed,

It just became very strange;

The place was dark and was filled with reek,

With a brown spiral staircase that ran very deep;

I slowly descended down the stairs,

And on the ground floor I became aware;

A doorway that stood very tall,

A doorway that led to a bright white hall;

It was probably the only light source around,

It was our house, but I was not very proud;

"Where is my mom?" I began to wonder,

Somewhere in the hall, I knew I'd find her;

On each side were olive green chairs,

And at the end was her with her black silky hair;

I ran to her and told her something,

Maybe something not worth remembering;

I looked around. The hall was then filled,

With people that stood perfectly still;

They stood there and looked at me,

It's as if they wanted to kill me;

As fast as I could, I ran away,

I knew I'd die if I would stay;

Before I could get out, a man stood my way,

He grabbed me by the wrist, but I got away;

I ran towards the stairs and looked over my shoulder,

He was following, his eyes filled with anger;

He shouted something over and over,

His shouts then became louder and louder;

Through the long flight of stairs I ran at my best,

But he grabbed my ankle and I fell on my chest;

I turned around and he was there,

Finally killing me with his creepy stare.

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Worse Than Death

I'm disappointed of what I've become

I want myself dead; want myself gone

I don't want another day in hell

I want myself dead; everyone can tell

I'd hit my head against the wall

I'd hit it again with a basketball

I'd crush my fingers with a vice grip

Fascination comes with the blood that drips

Middle of the highway, there I'd sit

Hoping a ten-wheeler I would meet

I'd crush my hands in a blender

Blood goes splat on every corner

I'd throw myself in an acid bath

My skin slowly burns; I'd enjoy the wrath

With a grin on my face, I'd grab a nail gun

Point it at my head, BANG, I'm gone

Hundred ways I'd kill myself

But something would top the list

Thousand ways I'd kill myself

A day without you is worse than this

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Feelings on Paper

I think of you day and night

I really can't help this feeling inside

I close my eyes, I see your lips so tender

Redness of cherries I remember

Your eyes, those large black orbs

They glisten, they sparkle, they I adore

You're like a portrait, a Mona Lisa

Imprinted on my mind

And now here are my feelings on paper

I hope you don't mind

I look out the window, I can't help but think

This feeling tattooed on my heart like ink

I'm afraid that you might be thinking

Of someone else, I'm a memory fading

Your problems I cannot bear

Was it wrong to care?

And now, my feelings are on paper

I know it may mean nothing to you

But please, let me say this once more

I want you to know that I LOVE YOU

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Accusations

I was dilly-dallying with my boyfriend over the phone. I came to the point where I told him how my day went. I told him that I woke up at around 11am, and I wasn't about to wake up until a friend called me. I told him that my friend was asking for an advice about his love life situation and I gladly did since he was a friend of mine. Then my boyfriend hung up on me. BAAM!

I texted him "Why did you hang up on me?"

Was he JUST A FRIEND?

Yeah! He was an old friend of mine.

Are you sure nothing happened between you two?

He was just a friend! He just called me because he was seeking for advice!

Who are you fooling?

Darn, he was so shallow. What did I do? I just helped an old friend of mine with his situation and then I got accused of cheating because of it? What happened between us? Well, I gave him advice. It's not because he called that there would be something happening between us? Phone sex? Really? I couldn't believe I entered a relationship without a warning label: To enter this relationship, please delete all friends. No thanks!

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Job 6:14

I've been reading Job this evening and I came across Chapter 6. There were lines about Job's thoughts on friendship but one line struck me the most:

Job 6: 14
A friend owes kindness to one in despair, though he have forsaken the fear of the Almighty.

A true friend will always be there for you. Will it be money issues, love life issues, and such, but a true friend will ALWAYS be there. Even if you "have forsaken the fear of the Almighty." True friends stick like a tattoo no matter how bad you have become, they'd always lend a helping hand to put you back on track. And with what I have been going through right now, I came to realize that I was blessed by God. He gave me pretty and handsome friends who never fails to give me guidance and advice whenever I need them the most. Even though I haven't shown my affection to them, I love them. Thank you guys.

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The Grip on the Wheel

My classes were over, and I needed to do one more thing before I could get home - get a new ID. To get to the cashier, I would have to ride an IKOT jeep. So, I did. I reached my back pocket and grabbed my coins, counted them and reached them to the driver. Bayad po I said. After the gentleman on my right kindly reached my payment to the driver I looked outside the "window". 

Para ho, a female voice said. It was coming from my left.

Para ho, she said again. But the jeep kept on going.

Para daw po I said. But then it was no use. It was until the guy right behind the driver poked him gently on the shoulder and said manong, para daw that the jeep finally went to a stop. 

The jeep continued on its route. Some passengers got off board and new passengers came in. We passed Kalayaan Residence Hall when a girl said para po. And again, the jeep kept on going. Para ho she said again. No use. The jeep kept on going, but the driver reached his hand back - maybe he heard bayad po instead of para po I thought. That was pretty normal. The girl went to try again. Para ho a final time until this kuya finally shouted Para!!. Kinda mean though. But then again if I was in his place, I would have been feeling the same. It would be definitely irritating to hear para po a couple of times over and over, and it would have been irritating to say para ho over and over but still it wasn't heard by the driver. 

When the driver reached his hand, I saw something I really didn't notice before. His hands was wrinkly - prune-y i may say - and were shaking as he stretched it farther. Afterwards he proceeded into gripping the steering wheel. His grip wasn't firm - well wasn't as firm as his grip was year before. He was just unsteady. He looked at the mirror. I glanced at him and it all struck me. He shouldn't be working at that age. He should be enjoying the life he may still have not enjoyed before. But I guess he HAD to. The hardship of living in the Philippines with little to none everyday profit showed in his eyes. He shouldn't be working. He should be enjoying. But then, when obligation comes in, you'd have to forget about enjoying life - even the last few years of it. His grip on the steering wheel showed his determination, perseverance, and his desire for his family to live a healthy life as possible. I couldn't do anything. At least I know that as long as his grip on that steering wheel is as firm as it is now, well I'm sure his family would have someone there taking care of them.

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