Tots # 12

Mission Impossible: Fallout . . . of Love

Ethan Hunt and Julia Meade
Source: https://sg.news.yahoo.com/michelle-monaghan-reunite-tom-cruise-mission-impossible-6-205005551.html

I was done watching the last franchise of the action movie Mission Impossible: Fallout just a minute ago. This is unusual for me, criticizing a movie . . . and making a blog post out of it after watching.

Well, for me, nothing is fancy about the movie. Just a typical action movie with CIA agents carrying futuristic weapon technology; you know, a James Bond-based story, nearly “rip-off”. I just started watching the whole franchise two days ago, and if I had not watched the movie Kingsman (let’s call this the MI-based movie to be fair), perhaps I could say that MI was the greatest James Bond-based movie of my generation.

Although I did not like the franchise that much, I must say that there was one message in this action movie (Fallout) that I liked most and worth a share: the tragic love story of Ethan Hunt (the protagonist), and his [ex] wife Julia Meade.

Ethan and Julia married in the third franchise of the movie. To make the long story short, after a dangerous mission, the couple decided to take a vacation. But there was no real vacation in Ethan’s job. Cursed by unfinished businesses, the couple was being hunted by the agent’s vengeful enemies. Although evil did not succeed on taking their lives, the event made Ethan gave up the will to live a normal life. Because of the circumstances, and the exhausting job, and feeling that whenever there was a bad thing happening in the world, he must be there, Ethan realized that his wife was not safe as long as he was beside her. So he faked his wife’s death to protect her, stayed away from her, and they never shared a single word since then.

Julia’s appearances in the next franchises after that would not take a minute long until the Fallout. Ethan and Julia met each other again and had a conversation . . . also with Julia’s new husband. I felt an unexplained empathy with Ethan on this scene. He could predict every disaster and even bullets in the whole franchise, but this one . . . he did not see it coming. And there was no one to blame. Julia just felt empty and she fulfilled that feeling by loving someone again. Ethan was always whole the whole time, just knowing that the love of his life was safe and sound . . . until that scene that broke his heart because he realized that protecting his woman was not his responsibility anymore but by another man. And getting her back was the real mission impossible. I just felt pity on Ethan.

The thought of losing your world to save the world is distressing, but knowing that someone else is living with your world is devastating.

EEEEEEEEOOOOO!

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Isang pausong vector style muna para kay Ka-Freddie.

Charcoal: Master of Puppets

James Hetfield: Vocalist and Guitarist of Metallica

I made this charcoal drawing for a school project last year. I wish I can have more perseverance to nourish this kind of talent. My mind is always wanting to practice drawing often, but my body is always a nemesis.

I think, I will be forever a Jack of All Trades, Master of Nothing.

An I For An I

Madness: My First PS Photo Manipulation

And the light exits from this room consumed by darkness

Makin’ me blind, yes

And the silence breaks its own existence

Makin’ me deaf, yes

I have never wanted a single raindrop on my face

But now I am trying not to complain that there is no rain

Cigarettes’ butts, bottle caps scattered on the ground

My unwashed jacket that keeps me from cold is nowhere to found

Smoke inside my lungs makes me feel so relieved

Heartbeats still want to tell me there’s still hope, I believe

I want to hear a gossip, perhaps a tale

I want to see someone — like I — is going to fail

I just want someone to tell me “It’s okay”

All I want to do is just to sleep all day

You can call me what you will

A loner, a vagabond

A tormented, a disaster one

Maybe a walking dead, Oh I like that one

But who?

Who has the right to call me miserable?

No one but I

Who is so pious to remind me the dos and don’ts?

The right and wrong?

The good and bad?

Don’t you see, lad?

No one but I

’Cause in this world I am living

There is no family;

There is no buddies;

There is no religion;

There is no faith;

There is no light;

There is no god;

There is no life

No one but I

And I am no sane

Mayhap, I do not appreciate this life

In view of the fact that I have always wanted a life

The unloaded gun on the table always looks dangerous

But with bullets beside it — friendly, it is

I fought

And I lost

And I cannot save I from myself.

My 2nd Pencil Sketch: Seek The Truth

I remember the first time I had decided I would draw somebody, something on a paper properly. I was lying on my bed, thinking about learning new skill that day when suddenly I wondered why I did not inherit some of my uncles’ skills in arts, especially in drawing (I am pertaining to my uncles from my mother’s side: one is architect, and the other one  has a background in Graphic Arts). Then, I got paper and  Mongol pencil straightaway and did sketching. And boom! I surprised myself, discovered that I have some hidden talent in drawing. That moment lifted my self-confidence so much, and I realized that I really do know how to draw; I just did not take even a single step to do it, and a step to believe in myself before. I was always like that: wasting time and chances because of lack of self-esteem (Now, I am trying my best to manage that kind of bad attitude).

The picture above is my second pencil sketching using a mechanical pencil. That was the first proper sketching I had made, though. I know it is not beautiful in an artistic manner; I just uploaded it to remember one of those times I had found out a confidence to believe in myself, that I could do something as long as I teach myself to like it. And first times are worthy to remember, right?

Now, I am adoring and taking a great pleasure in the art of charcoal painting. Maybe, I will post my artworks soon, pretty or not, to see the progress of me in that field. I always thank God for making Arts exists.

(By the way, the meaning of the art is: Find God, not only in religion, but also in your life, especially in yourself.)

“And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”

– Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

 

GAME OVER!

Paint Again. Puwede na ba pang-Manila Bulletin? Haha. Next time pencil sketching naman . . .

ALIENS!

Dahil walang magawa kaninang hapon, napagtripan ko iyung application sa accessories — PAINT. Kunwari artist. HAHA.

Paradise

Nakaka-touch. Natuwa ako. HAHA.