OK, I've to admit I'm still so not over with Hunchback of Notre Dame. Am now writing the synopsis in brief for my friends who're interested about the story. (if I do have readers.) :P
Quasimodo is a deformed, ugly, hunchback who lives in Notre Dame Cathedral(Notre Dame de Paris = Our Lady of Paris) and with the only job of ringing the cathedral bells. Everyday, he looked down at the town, longing to leave the cathedral and join the people for fun. On this special "Festival of Fools", he was so much tempted to join the carnival for fun at least for once. Persuaded and motivated by his only gargoyle friends, he went. There was this brutal ceremony of selecting the ugliest man in town to be the "Pope of Fools", Quasimodo was undoubtedly chosen. People laughed at him, threw rotten veggies at him like a freak. His Master Frollo(adopted father), being the Archdeacon of the cathedral, did not even attempt to rescue him. He was so angry about the fact that Quasimodo still went to the carnival despite him forbidding him to do so.
Esmeralda, a Gypsy girl who sings and dances as a living rescued him from the crowd, and this offended Frollo. Frollo detested her for being a Gypsy, and took this chance to prosecute her. Being Quasimodo's first human friend and his only love, Quasimodo endure alot of fear and guilt (because he was in fact defying his Master whom he was so devoted to) and rescued her. Together with him, Captain Phoebus, a young military man joined the rescue, and eventually fell in love with Esmeralda.
They went into conflict with Frollo, and they all became the deadliest group of people to be prosecuted. Frollo, in the end, revealed the fact that he was the one who killed Quasimodo's parents. The only reason he adopted him was the belief that Quasimodo'd somehow be of some use in the future. And he died, as how bad people should in any other ordinary Disney ending.
The ending was rewarding. Paris was indeed Quasimodo's. They embraced him, cheered for him and accepted him.
(In Mr. Hugo's version, Esmeralda was hanged dead, and Quasimodo crawled to her tomb, cried and died of starvation in the end. ARRRR I hate this >.< I'd rather stay in denial and happily remember the Disney ending for it. Somehow it tells me it's rewarding, probably you can't see it yet, but it indeed is, to fight for justice. Probably in this world filled with money stinks we can't assume it's always true though.)
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
The Huchback of Notre Dame
Today is so about classics. This story is just so meaningful that I couldn't wait to finish it so that I could write a thing or two about it. In this case, I'd rather analyse the happy ending brought up by Disney cartoon, rather than the tragic story as written by Mr. Victor Hugo.
Quasimodo, his whole life was probably a little mishap - he just so happened to be born like that; ugly faced, hunchback. His only parents who'd accept him like no other were killed by the evil Archdeacon, who then adopted him, instilling him ideas about human discrimination and prejudice. His only human friend from the start, who is also his only love, Esmeralda fell for Captain Phoebus, the handsome military man. Good thing Disney scriptwriters finally sympathised with him and granted him a sorta happy ending. Apart from his all-time gargoyle friends, he now has Esmeralda, Phoebus as his best friends, along with the acceptance of the everyone in Paris. I personally couldn't accept the fact that he was dead along with Esmeralda as Mr. Victor Hugo brutally did to him.
One of the scenes that got me really teary was when Esmeralda mistaken Quasimodo's face as a mask. He didn't explain, he only smiled. I know how much it kills him. Nonetheless, instilled with the belief that he's the ugliest monster in Paris who's meant to be confined within the cathedral as the bell-ringer forever, he did not expect much. He also knew nobody would ever accept him like his Master, proven by the coronation of Quasimodo as the Pope of Fools and everyone threw rotten eggs and veggies at him like a freak.
And that's why when the battle with the Archdeacon was over, when Esmeralda introduced Quasimodo as another hero behind the glorious heroic independence, and when all the people in Paris cheered for him, I shed another hot tear of joy. He was finally being accepted. I'm so happy with Quasimodo's decision of defying his only belief all his life. All his life he believed that his Master was his everything - he raised him, accepted his ugly face, granted him a job and a place to live in. All these turned out to be a total lie, and the Master(the Archdeacon) was in fact the figure of all the evil elements in Paris. Although Quasimodo endured all the fear and suspense and guilt throughout the rescue, the reward was big. Whole Paris belonged to him in the end. Nothing can be better than being accepted by the crowd for who he is. People no longer talk about his ugly face, his funny hunchback; more, they sing about his bravery and pure heart.
Done with Quasimodo, Esmeralda is yet another legend in the story. I could see how much Gypsies were being unjustly treated and misunderstood, they're believed to be very cunning group of people who are good liars. People stayed away from them, and ordinary people were just so proud because of them being majority and threw unjust discriminations towards them. And the rest of the Gypsies just built a secret place for themselves. But Esmeralda is the only brave girl who openly defied the Archdeacon and did not care about her own life. She's more concern about the just. And yet, I feel she is lucky - to have such a special friend who'd save her in every way a person could be saved. And she met someone who'd do the same like her - Phoebus.
"If I could fly, I'd have chosen today. Sing, dance! Nobody'd wanna be trapped here forever." said Quasimodo to the bird.
"Life isn't meant to be watched; it's not like watching a movie or a match. You have to get down and play." said the momma gargoyle to Quasimodo.
Quasimodo, his whole life was probably a little mishap - he just so happened to be born like that; ugly faced, hunchback. His only parents who'd accept him like no other were killed by the evil Archdeacon, who then adopted him, instilling him ideas about human discrimination and prejudice. His only human friend from the start, who is also his only love, Esmeralda fell for Captain Phoebus, the handsome military man. Good thing Disney scriptwriters finally sympathised with him and granted him a sorta happy ending. Apart from his all-time gargoyle friends, he now has Esmeralda, Phoebus as his best friends, along with the acceptance of the everyone in Paris. I personally couldn't accept the fact that he was dead along with Esmeralda as Mr. Victor Hugo brutally did to him.
One of the scenes that got me really teary was when Esmeralda mistaken Quasimodo's face as a mask. He didn't explain, he only smiled. I know how much it kills him. Nonetheless, instilled with the belief that he's the ugliest monster in Paris who's meant to be confined within the cathedral as the bell-ringer forever, he did not expect much. He also knew nobody would ever accept him like his Master, proven by the coronation of Quasimodo as the Pope of Fools and everyone threw rotten eggs and veggies at him like a freak.
And that's why when the battle with the Archdeacon was over, when Esmeralda introduced Quasimodo as another hero behind the glorious heroic independence, and when all the people in Paris cheered for him, I shed another hot tear of joy. He was finally being accepted. I'm so happy with Quasimodo's decision of defying his only belief all his life. All his life he believed that his Master was his everything - he raised him, accepted his ugly face, granted him a job and a place to live in. All these turned out to be a total lie, and the Master(the Archdeacon) was in fact the figure of all the evil elements in Paris. Although Quasimodo endured all the fear and suspense and guilt throughout the rescue, the reward was big. Whole Paris belonged to him in the end. Nothing can be better than being accepted by the crowd for who he is. People no longer talk about his ugly face, his funny hunchback; more, they sing about his bravery and pure heart.
Done with Quasimodo, Esmeralda is yet another legend in the story. I could see how much Gypsies were being unjustly treated and misunderstood, they're believed to be very cunning group of people who are good liars. People stayed away from them, and ordinary people were just so proud because of them being majority and threw unjust discriminations towards them. And the rest of the Gypsies just built a secret place for themselves. But Esmeralda is the only brave girl who openly defied the Archdeacon and did not care about her own life. She's more concern about the just. And yet, I feel she is lucky - to have such a special friend who'd save her in every way a person could be saved. And she met someone who'd do the same like her - Phoebus.
"If I could fly, I'd have chosen today. Sing, dance! Nobody'd wanna be trapped here forever." said Quasimodo to the bird.
"Life isn't meant to be watched; it's not like watching a movie or a match. You have to get down and play." said the momma gargoyle to Quasimodo.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
One Lil Slip
OOOPS. Moral of the story, always double-check the number before sending any sensitive messages with any random nicknames in it. =.=
Enough of onlining, should start some serious personal business now. For instance, studying CNS. (ha ha ha) Toodle-oo!
Enough of onlining, should start some serious personal business now. For instance, studying CNS. (ha ha ha) Toodle-oo!
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
YAY
So now I smell freedom. Whoopie. :D Though had a feeling I totally screwed up OSPE. Stubborn huh, still not putting equivalent effort into it though already had such expectations. Nonetheless, am so proud of myself for having sufficiently feigned confidence for CSL Physical Examination. Though hated myself for lying about the apex beat. Why did I even bother to ask the patient to tilt to the left? ADUI. Urghh. It was a huge relief to hear "Excellent." with a huge smile from the doctor, but I wonder if he was just trying to be nice to me. Ohya, though don't even know who he is, would like to thank him so much. :D
Reading back the above paragraph, I guess this proves the XXX theory that we learnt in ZT true. For every emotion, there will be a negative resultant emotion arising. OK I'm a woman with a thousand worries, I must admit. :D
And that marks the end of sem3, hopefully, with peace. :D big claps to everyone who've endured well in this race against time and the fight against the temptations to watch Detective Conan . (well, it only applies to me anyway. XD)
199 medic-ians of 2009/2014, BRAVO and SEE YA NEXT SEM. :D :D
Reading back the above paragraph, I guess this proves the XXX theory that we learnt in ZT true. For every emotion, there will be a negative resultant emotion arising. OK I'm a woman with a thousand worries, I must admit. :D
And that marks the end of sem3, hopefully, with peace. :D big claps to everyone who've endured well in this race against time and the fight against the temptations to watch Detective Conan . (well, it only applies to me anyway. XD)
199 medic-ians of 2009/2014, BRAVO and SEE YA NEXT SEM. :D :D
Saturday, October 30, 2010
The End of the Beginnings
A week of struggles and fights, clinging on to my belief so hard that this too, will pass. And it did. :) although there's still a short way ahead, I have strong faith that my Almighty Goddess will get me through it. Just like the way She helped me through so many traumatic events and studies.
Competing against time is tiring, seriously oh my goodness. The way "Need you now", a song that was so dear to me became scary and annoying. Gah. Too much of focus used in the preparations for the 1st three days totally drained my energy and zest to keep competing against time, seriously. I do not know how I got through it, and I actually ended up with lotsa blur cases in the last 3 days of exams. Rather amusing when I think back now, idling in my room, but I just couldn't express my anxiety and intense horror during that.
"Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me, and when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain." totally love this quote by L Lawliet.
One after another problems solved, the last solved in excruciating pain. AHHHHHHHHHH. but another seemingly + supposedly insignificant something somehow striked me. Though convinced that it's something too impossible to even ponder upon from the start, now that it's officially gone, it's kinda hard to swallow. Just like glancing at a $40 million limited edition Prada everytime you walk pass it, you know this is a wild fantasy. The thought subsides as you go to other places, but it strikes back when you come back to the same place, seeing it again. And one day, it's no longer in display. Someone better has bought it and wore it. And she looks magnificently gorgeous in that. A sigh of joy at how the Prada and the owner complement each other. Just gonna get through it.
And so, this is the end of the something that I thought was just beginning. Just like the semester, and many others. And I have the very strong feeling, and wish, that the number of students in Medicine Faculty UKM 2009/2014 will remain as 199 from now on. I'll pray for that. I'd hate to lose anyone along the pursuit of our common dream, which is gradually realising. :)
4 in the morning,
in the most tranquil state of mind.
Competing against time is tiring, seriously oh my goodness. The way "Need you now", a song that was so dear to me became scary and annoying. Gah. Too much of focus used in the preparations for the 1st three days totally drained my energy and zest to keep competing against time, seriously. I do not know how I got through it, and I actually ended up with lotsa blur cases in the last 3 days of exams. Rather amusing when I think back now, idling in my room, but I just couldn't express my anxiety and intense horror during that.
"Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me, and when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone, there will be nothing. Only I will remain." totally love this quote by L Lawliet.
One after another problems solved, the last solved in excruciating pain. AHHHHHHHHHH. but another seemingly + supposedly insignificant something somehow striked me. Though convinced that it's something too impossible to even ponder upon from the start, now that it's officially gone, it's kinda hard to swallow. Just like glancing at a $40 million limited edition Prada everytime you walk pass it, you know this is a wild fantasy. The thought subsides as you go to other places, but it strikes back when you come back to the same place, seeing it again. And one day, it's no longer in display. Someone better has bought it and wore it. And she looks magnificently gorgeous in that. A sigh of joy at how the Prada and the owner complement each other. Just gonna get through it.
And so, this is the end of the something that I thought was just beginning. Just like the semester, and many others. And I have the very strong feeling, and wish, that the number of students in Medicine Faculty UKM 2009/2014 will remain as 199 from now on. I'll pray for that. I'd hate to lose anyone along the pursuit of our common dream, which is gradually realising. :)
4 in the morning,
in the most tranquil state of mind.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Too bad, too late
Is it justified to support a person's decision, if the decision benefits the person, but hurts me in between? I just couldn't comprehend why must things be that bad.
OK, and so I supported the decision. To me, more importantly is to deal with how's life gonna be from now on. But to pretend that things had never occured and continue with my revision as usual, that I can't.
That decision might be right, but might be wrong. Now that I've decided, I guess that's to prevent further unhappiness. At least now everything can resolve in peace. We're financially alright, but is this what we really need?
Fine, probably yes. But I'm just here to say, that though things are bad now, I'm happy that you existed in my life before. I'll never grow up to be the same person without you. You taught me many things, though sometimes in brutal ways, brutal for a lil girl I once was. But still, that makes me who I am today.
Probably there're still stuff I'm not ready to do without you. But I know, as I'm walking towards 20 and walking away from carefree 1X era, this is what I must do alone. How I wish there's a shoulder to lean on, but now I doubt its reliability.
I detest the fact of being the only child. And now, this is where my journey and responsibilities begin. Alone.
OK, and so I supported the decision. To me, more importantly is to deal with how's life gonna be from now on. But to pretend that things had never occured and continue with my revision as usual, that I can't.
That decision might be right, but might be wrong. Now that I've decided, I guess that's to prevent further unhappiness. At least now everything can resolve in peace. We're financially alright, but is this what we really need?
Fine, probably yes. But I'm just here to say, that though things are bad now, I'm happy that you existed in my life before. I'll never grow up to be the same person without you. You taught me many things, though sometimes in brutal ways, brutal for a lil girl I once was. But still, that makes me who I am today.
Probably there're still stuff I'm not ready to do without you. But I know, as I'm walking towards 20 and walking away from carefree 1X era, this is what I must do alone. How I wish there's a shoulder to lean on, but now I doubt its reliability.
I detest the fact of being the only child. And now, this is where my journey and responsibilities begin. Alone.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Growing Up
Ah, the last day of being 18. Should probably have enjoyed myself, get wild on this day, but there're just so many things awaiting. Stacks of notes, miserably. I wouldn't mind if it's stacks of Conan comics awaiting though. =.=
Wish I could go to Neverland like PeterPan. But then again, he needs to give up his parents, the people he loves. So, nothin' comes easy. Guess I'mma crapping here, but it's just something that I feel like shouting out.
Couldn't get why am I so afraid of growing up though. Probably the commitment and responsibility and maturity and courtesy and charisma that it takes to be an adult? Dunno.
...
OK, should go back to reality and practise for Clinical Examination tomorrow now. LUCKS!
The-18-year-old-ever-oh-so-young me.
Wish I could go to Neverland like PeterPan. But then again, he needs to give up his parents, the people he loves. So, nothin' comes easy. Guess I'mma crapping here, but it's just something that I feel like shouting out.
Couldn't get why am I so afraid of growing up though. Probably the commitment and responsibility and maturity and courtesy and charisma that it takes to be an adult? Dunno.
...
OK, should go back to reality and practise for Clinical Examination tomorrow now. LUCKS!
The-18-year-old-ever-oh-so-young me.
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