I'm sure you've heard about Inception, the Avatar/Toy Story/500 Days of Summer of this month. Nah, this post is not about that movie... I'm sure some of you (like me) may be sick of talking about it. In fact, I don't want to be a wet blanket, but I'm one of the very few who didn't really love Inception. I guess I'm just a simple girl, I get lost with anything way too complex, but I digress... I should go back to what this post is really all about.
Although I wasn't really a fan of the movie, it definitely got me interested in one thing: dreams. It inspired so many conversations between me and my friends that I felt I had to blog about it.
Well, dreams mean many things, but I want to talk about the dreams we have when we're asleep. The product of our subconscious thinking, when something affects us but does so under the surface, in a not so obvious way. Could be an experience, a desire, a fear of ours, but whatever it is, one thing's for sure -- it sneaks up on us when we are asleep. The most common dream that I have is the "naked dream", one where I go about ordinary events, interact with the same people in my waking life, COMPLETELY NAKED. Don't get me wrong, the dream is not really sexual, more so it makes me feel very self-conscious. The weird thing about these naked dreams of mine is that never in my dreams did I pick up clothes to cover my body. Can anybody else relate to what I'm saying? No one? Geez. I shared this with some of my friends, confident in my thinking that since it's common to me, it must be common to everybody. Well, I was wrong. It was actually kind of embarrassing when I found out no one of my friends shared the naked dream. Asked them what they think it meant, and we had a lively conversation of it meaning I'm KSP. If you don't know what that means, sorry I won't tell you. =P
Another recurring dream of mine is of me being kidnapped or being held hostage by a group of people, strangers most of the time. These are more like recurring nightmares, actually, and I never understood why I had these dreams. I shared this with my friends too... and of course no one else had them. Asked them what they think it means, and they say it means I'm KSP. Pfft. Are these guys trying to tell me something? Weirdos.
Those two are my most common dreams, but I haven't had those dreams in a long time. If by any chance, you reading this now had ever had these dreams I've had, I googled a dream dictionary and here's what it says:
1. Naked - "Becoming mortified at the realization that you are naked in public reflects your vulnerability or feelings of shamefulness. You may be hiding something and are afraid that others can see right through you. Metaphorically, clothes are a means of concealment... (sic)".
Huh. To read more, click here
2. Hostage - "To dream that you are a hostage, indicates that you are feeling victimized or powerless. You feel limited in your choices or physically immobilized (sic)... Alternatively, to dream that you are a hostage suggests that a part of yourself is not fully expressed."
Huh. Seems that there's a pattern here. It's been a long time since I've had these dreams and I remember I used to have them a lot when I was still a student, trying to discover myself, who I wanted to be, and what I'm good at. Interesting.
Now, there are the ambiguous dreams, like the ones I just shared, the ones where your subconscious seems to be playing a guessing game with you, not being too obvious... and then there are the not-so-ambiguous, the obvious, in-your-face dreams that just means what it means. I have those dreams too. Actually, my dreams now are really very obvious, I don't really need a dream dictionary to decipher what it means. Here are a few:
1. Just recently, I had a dream that I was online and browsing facebook. (Yes, I am a facebook junkie. Shoot me.) Then I discovered something about a friend of mine, something shocking that actually hurt my feelings. I don't really remember the details anymore, but I think it just means what it means... I'm terrified of learning something that could possibly hurt me on facebook. The "facebook friend" I dreamt about is someone who has a significant impact in my life, and I constantly communicate with this friend through facebook. So, yeah, this dream was really just about my fear of discovering something shocking about this person, through facebook. Corny huh?
2. I also had this dream about me putting on some ugly makeup on my face. It was more like blue face paint really but I treated it like some sort of foundation and smeared my face with the blue powder. Each time I did it, I looked in the mirror and saw how ugly it looked, but I kept on doing it. This one is a bit ambiguous too, but the meaning is quite a no-brainer. Just means I have to be myself and stop covering up the "real me". See? Very simple.
3. Also just recently, I found a crack on my work laptop (in waking life). That very night i dreamt of this crack getting bigger, and like paper, my laptop tore apart. What does this mean? It means I'm terrified of breaking this computer. It's old and it's not really mine, it belongs to the office. Ding ding ding! Mystery solved.
These are just some of the dreams I remember but I've had a variety of weird and not-so-weird dreams. How about you? What is your most common dream? Naked dream anyone?
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Saturday, July 24, 2010
Mid-year Crazies
Oh, what a crazy month it has been. Crazy, crazy, crazy. As proof, I present to you my blog post. Soooo many things to blog about. Soooo many historical events have transpired just this past month. Allow me to elaborate. Brace yourself, it's about to get messy. And celebratory. And confusing. About as confusing as the first paragraph of this blog post. The one you just read. Yes, this one.
Crazy no. 1
"Every four years, for thirty-one days, the world comes together to stand apart."
- Morgan Freeman voiceover in a VISA TVC
If you are not familiar with Mr. Freeman's statement above, or if you do not have a clue what he is referring to, then let me to ask you this: How's life as a caveman?
I kid, I kid. I know not all of us follow the World Cup, only the most popular sporting event in the world (yes, even more popular than the Olympics and the Superbowl). About half of World Cup fans are not even World Cup fans, but hormonal fangirls obsessed with hunky male football players (it's true though, a lot of football players are really goodlooking... have you seen the Spanish National Football Team? Or, if not... just take a gander at their goalkeeper, Iker Casillas. Great keeper and a great looking fellow. Damn some people are just really blessed).
The 2010 World Cup kicked off last June 11th at South Africa, the first African nation to host a World Cup. At first I was watching with no pressure, scouting for a team to root for. But on the early morning (2:30am) of June the 14th, my jaw dropped as I watched an amazing young German team, with unknown players (except for a few), beat the crap out of the Australian Socceroos, 4-nil. I was even rooting for the Socceroos at first (I always root for the underdogs) but man, by the end of the 1st half we had a clear winner. The excitement and surprise that this young team was able to bring to a "boring" game called football made me really miss the sport for the first time in years (I used to play as keeper in our high school's football team, but it was just for a short time). Honestly, I never really missed football, not until I watched the Germans massacre the Socceroos. That's when I became a Die National Mannschaft fan. I was hooked.
The Germans went on to dominate the 2010 World Cup, and were quickly gaining fans as they beat favorites England (4-1) and Argentina (4-0). Although they lost one game to Serbia (and I honestly think that was a fluke), they sent many star players home. Australia's Cahill, England's Rooney, Lampard, Gerrard, with their coach Capello, plus Argentina's Messi, Tevez, Higuain, with their coach Maradona all have a lot of reflecting to do until Brazil 2014.
After beating World Cup favorites England and Argentina, Germany faced Spain in the semi-finals. It was a highly anticipated match, because as the days went by, these two teams were being considered the best teams in the tournament. Spain won that match 1-nil. Seemed that the German counter attack was not mature enough to dominate Spain's ball possession play. I have to say, the Spaniards had a great strategy, and this match was more of a mind game than anything else. It was obvious that the Germans were holding something back, maybe it was fear or maybe the "counter attack" strategy was just not good enough to win against the Spaniards, who knows? One thing was obvious though, they got played. It was a different German team, not the one who dominated their previous matches.
Oh, the pain. I had become attached to Die National Mannschaft. After celebrating their brilliant play in their previous matches, I was heartbroken. When Carles Puyol of Spain, scored that bullet header goal, it literally felt like a bullet. Right through the heart!
The Spaniards were sent to the finals against Netherlands, and the Germans went on to play for the 3rd place match against Uruguay, their final game. It was clear what the German and Uruguayan teams had to do - play to their heart's extent; third is still third. Both teams picked up the pieces of their broken hearts, and played what I think was the best game in the tournament. The score itself tells you, Ger 3 - 2 Uru. It was a rollercoaster of emotions as the Germans took the lead in the 1st half, the Uruguayans fought back and took the lead at the beginning of the 2nd half, and the Germans finished the game with two more goals towards the final whistle (one goal at the 83rd minute!). Even the last minute of the game almost gave me a heart attack, as a free kick was awarded to Diego Forlan (The man who single-handedly brought Uruguay to the semi-finals, and this year's Golden Ball awardee), giving Uruguay the chance to extend the game into extra time with a possible equalizer. But alas, and luck for the Germans drove the Jabulani ball to hit the top goal post, and the game was over. Germany took 3rd place, which was not bad. Not bad a at all.
I've been analyzing why I was so attracted to the German team. No, it wasn't because I had a crush on one of the players (my crush is the COACH! Joachim Lowe... sigh!). Honestly, the Germans could not hold a candle against the Spaniards in the crush-worthy department (Casillas, Ramos, Villa, Xavi, Torres, damn those sexy Spaniards). The simplest reason why I like them so much is because they exceeded expectations, with their young, unknown players, who turned out to be very talented and always gave us an exciting game to watch (my favorites are Oezil, Mueller, Schweinsteiger and Klose: although he's not that young anymore). I kind of drew a connection between this team and myself, being young literally, and in the industry, always trying to impress my superiors (who are considerably older than I am), sometimes being put down by older and more seasoned industry players, blah blah blah. It's corny, but it's true.
They say this was the Spaniards' world cup, and I have to say, well played. Along with the sudden shot to fame of the German psychic octopus, Paul, this would have to be the most dramatic world cup I have ever followed. So, congratulations and Viva Espana! As for Gernany, they will be back stronger and better than ever... and I will still be cheering for them for sure.
Crazy no. 2
July 1st was my 28th birthday. I had a joint birthday party with my friends Martha (June 29th) and Jam (July 2nd). It was our birthday weekend, and it was the Germany vs. Argentina game. So we had a World Cup themed Birthday Party.
Crazy, crazy, crazy.
Oh, how I love birthdays. I especially loved this one because I got to spend it with friends I have not seen in a long time. Can't wait for next year!
Crazy no. 1
"Every four years, for thirty-one days, the world comes together to stand apart."
- Morgan Freeman voiceover in a VISA TVC
If you are not familiar with Mr. Freeman's statement above, or if you do not have a clue what he is referring to, then let me to ask you this: How's life as a caveman?
The 2010 World Cup kicked off last June 11th at South Africa, the first African nation to host a World Cup. At first I was watching with no pressure, scouting for a team to root for. But on the early morning (2:30am) of June the 14th, my jaw dropped as I watched an amazing young German team, with unknown players (except for a few), beat the crap out of the Australian Socceroos, 4-nil. I was even rooting for the Socceroos at first (I always root for the underdogs) but man, by the end of the 1st half we had a clear winner. The excitement and surprise that this young team was able to bring to a "boring" game called football made me really miss the sport for the first time in years (I used to play as keeper in our high school's football team, but it was just for a short time). Honestly, I never really missed football, not until I watched the Germans massacre the Socceroos. That's when I became a Die National Mannschaft fan. I was hooked.
The Germans went on to dominate the 2010 World Cup, and were quickly gaining fans as they beat favorites England (4-1) and Argentina (4-0). Although they lost one game to Serbia (and I honestly think that was a fluke), they sent many star players home. Australia's Cahill, England's Rooney, Lampard, Gerrard, with their coach Capello, plus Argentina's Messi, Tevez, Higuain, with their coach Maradona all have a lot of reflecting to do until Brazil 2014.
After beating World Cup favorites England and Argentina, Germany faced Spain in the semi-finals. It was a highly anticipated match, because as the days went by, these two teams were being considered the best teams in the tournament. Spain won that match 1-nil. Seemed that the German counter attack was not mature enough to dominate Spain's ball possession play. I have to say, the Spaniards had a great strategy, and this match was more of a mind game than anything else. It was obvious that the Germans were holding something back, maybe it was fear or maybe the "counter attack" strategy was just not good enough to win against the Spaniards, who knows? One thing was obvious though, they got played. It was a different German team, not the one who dominated their previous matches.
Oh, the pain. I had become attached to Die National Mannschaft. After celebrating their brilliant play in their previous matches, I was heartbroken. When Carles Puyol of Spain, scored that bullet header goal, it literally felt like a bullet. Right through the heart!
The Spaniards were sent to the finals against Netherlands, and the Germans went on to play for the 3rd place match against Uruguay, their final game. It was clear what the German and Uruguayan teams had to do - play to their heart's extent; third is still third. Both teams picked up the pieces of their broken hearts, and played what I think was the best game in the tournament. The score itself tells you, Ger 3 - 2 Uru. It was a rollercoaster of emotions as the Germans took the lead in the 1st half, the Uruguayans fought back and took the lead at the beginning of the 2nd half, and the Germans finished the game with two more goals towards the final whistle (one goal at the 83rd minute!). Even the last minute of the game almost gave me a heart attack, as a free kick was awarded to Diego Forlan (The man who single-handedly brought Uruguay to the semi-finals, and this year's Golden Ball awardee), giving Uruguay the chance to extend the game into extra time with a possible equalizer. But alas, and luck for the Germans drove the Jabulani ball to hit the top goal post, and the game was over. Germany took 3rd place, which was not bad. Not bad a at all.
I've been analyzing why I was so attracted to the German team. No, it wasn't because I had a crush on one of the players (my crush is the COACH! Joachim Lowe... sigh!). Honestly, the Germans could not hold a candle against the Spaniards in the crush-worthy department (Casillas, Ramos, Villa, Xavi, Torres, damn those sexy Spaniards). The simplest reason why I like them so much is because they exceeded expectations, with their young, unknown players, who turned out to be very talented and always gave us an exciting game to watch (my favorites are Oezil, Mueller, Schweinsteiger and Klose: although he's not that young anymore). I kind of drew a connection between this team and myself, being young literally, and in the industry, always trying to impress my superiors (who are considerably older than I am), sometimes being put down by older and more seasoned industry players, blah blah blah. It's corny, but it's true.
They say this was the Spaniards' world cup, and I have to say, well played. Along with the sudden shot to fame of the German psychic octopus, Paul, this would have to be the most dramatic world cup I have ever followed. So, congratulations and Viva Espana! As for Gernany, they will be back stronger and better than ever... and I will still be cheering for them for sure.
Crazy no. 2
July 1st was my 28th birthday. I had a joint birthday party with my friends Martha (June 29th) and Jam (July 2nd). It was our birthday weekend, and it was the Germany vs. Argentina game. So we had a World Cup themed Birthday Party.
Crazy, crazy, crazy.
Exhibit A
Exhibit B
Exhibit C
Crazy no. 3
This month I have four projects. Two photoshoots (one done last weekend, one to be held this weekend), and two TVC shoots (both done). Work has been work, but fulfilling, and I have got some fine additions (if I do say so myself) to my portfolio. That's crazy enough for me.
Crazy no. 4
Parting note: I know I said I'm going to blog about season enders for this and the next few blog posts, but I will get to that later on. I just felt this was a more interesting entry to post. 'Til next time, my lovelies! Peace!
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
The Looooove Boat
Hellooooo to the underworld of the cyberworld, the unfailing and always trustworthy blogosphere! Yes, when Facebook, Twitter, and friends fail to amuse, we always have our good old blogs to help us promote ourselves. Thank God!
I've wanted to blog about this topic since about 3 weeks ago, but for some reason couldn't get around to doing it. (I say "for some reason" because I literally could not think of any reason, except for "I was lazy". Don't believe everything you read/hear... I'm not really that busy. Sure, there are deadlines, client's demands, and bosses' expectations. But I say, if you've got time to play Hotel City, you have time to blog, baby!)
Oooookay, back to the topic. As some of you might already know, another season just ended, thus another one beginning, thus thus some of our favorite TV shows going on breaks until the next season, thus thus thus SEASON FINALES. Yeeerps! For the next few entries, I will blog about season finale episodes of my current favorite shows. Now, I must warn you... Each post will contain a truckload of spoilers, so if you watch the following: GLEE, HOUSE, HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER, and COMMUNITY... and have not been up to date, please watch and update yourself first (if you don't like reading spoilers) before reading! When you're done, shed a few tears for the awesomeness you've just seen, go back to my blog, read, and THANK ME FOR REMINDING YOU. Okay? You're welcome. ;)
GLEE SEASON 1
The magic of Glee comes from its core idea, the heart of the show: MUSIC. Music is truly the universal language, and sometimes can draw out emotions that mere words cannot express. I think Glee is a brilliant yet simple idea, and I applaud it.
As the first season of the celebrated FOX series ends, it all comes down to this - the regional finals! It begins with Coach Sue Sylvester (coach of the Mckinley High cheering squad, the Cheerios) informing Mr. Will Schuester (Glee Club director) that she will be one of the celebrity judges of which his beloved Glee Club (New Directions) would have to impress in the regional competition (remember that in the beginning of the show, Principal Figgins permitted that the Glee Club be formed only under one condition, that they win the regional finals or they get disbanded). It seemed that the fate of the Glee Club is now in Coach Sylvester's hands... and judging from the way Coach has been making life a living hell for Mr. Schuester and his Glee kids all season, surely New Directions does not stand a chance winning regionals with her in the judges table. Alas, it seemed that Glee Club would be over! Well, at least that's what the scriptwriters wanted us to think.
First of all, and I am not embarrassed to say this... I cried like a baby through the entire episode! Hey I actually know a few grown men who were not able to hold back the tears while watching this episode... so no making fun! The first batch of tears started falling when everyone started crying in the Glee kids' "first regional set list party", feeling so desperate and lost by the turn of events. Everyone of them, even those who didn't want to admit it, had held a special place in their heart for the Glee Club. It's heartbreaking to watch a group of hopeful kids give up something that they had grown to love. Sort of like taking candy from a a baby, then you see the baby cry. (right?)
Mr. Schuester eventually decides that New Directions will be doing a medley of songs by the band Journey for their regional finals performance. New Directions sang their hearts out with a medley of "Faithfully", "Any Way You Want It / Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'" and "Don't Stop Believing". Each one of them sang as if they were singing their last song ever. Their energy was contagious as the crowd jumped up, danced, and cheered them on.
Major competition and the previous year's national champs, Vocal Adrenaline, then performed an outstanding rendition of Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody". The scene was edited into Quinn Fabray's (New Directions member, pregnant ex-cheerio and Finn's ex-girlfriend) defining moment as she gives birth to a baby girl. I have read a lot of negative comments about this scene, but I personally like it. It was a fresh idea that I think did not compromise the emotions that the writers wanted the viewers to feel. Also, it took the focus away from Vocal Adrenaline, the "antagonist" of the show.
As expected, Vocal Adrenaline won the regionals. Cheers echoed throughout the auditorium as Vocal Adrenaline claimed their victory. Mr. Schuester and his New Directions, on the other hand, fought back their tears as they realize they did not even place in the competition. I personally think New Directions could not have won that competition, because 1) Vocal Adrenaline was definitely better, performance wise; and 2) More tension from Vocal Adrenaline had to continue through the next season, as the conflict between the two groups grew (Rachel's failed relationships with Jesse St. James, Vocal Adrenaline's lead, and Shelby Corchoran, her estranged biological mother and Vocal Adrenaline's director).
Coach Sylvester's role as "the pseudo-villain" was definitely highlighted in this episode, as the audience was given a peek of how the judging process really went down. I must admit, this part I found quite predictable. It was obvious that Coach Sylvester had a vital role in the regional finals when she was weaved into the panel of celebrity judges. It was like the episode was begging for a twist in the end. Naturally, It was revealed that Coach Sylvester actually voted for New Directions to win the competition, but was outvoted by her co-judges. Finally, she went to Principal Figgins and demanded that the Glee Club be given another year.
That basically concludes Season 1 of Glee. It was a good finale, although honestly quite predictable. What I liked about it is the way it had let emotions burst out from each character, but still managed to be believable. Glee is a high school drama anyway, and high school is definitely an emotional time for almost all of us. I am definitely looking forward to season 2 to see how the story unfolds.
A few notes:
a. Definitely one of my favorite moments in this episode was when Finn Hudson, the male lead singer, overwhelmed with his feelings for the female lead, Rachel Berry, quickly approached his lady love seconds before they begin their opening performance at regionals. It was an unexpected, touching moment when after Rachel told him to "break a leg", he answers with an honest "I love you."
b. Mr. Schuester's love affair with Ms. Emma Pillsbury (Mckinley High's neurotic guidance counselor) was given an ellipsis, after Emma, who was outraged with the results of the regionals, stormed Principal Figgins' office to allegedly "fight for the Glee kids". Will approached Emma and questioned her motives for fighting so dedicatedly for the Glee kids. It was obvious that Emma had some baggage about their failed romance, but wanted so desperately to move on (prior to this scene, Emma told Will that she started dating her dentist since they broke up). Finally, Will kissed her and said, "I love you... and you love me.... and dentist or no, this thing isn't over between us". (that's two!)
c. Not to be outdone, there was Quinn and Puck (the resident hunky "bad guy"), when after Quinn gave birth to their baby, she asks him if he ever loved her. Puck's answer? You guessed it... "Yes... Especially now." (numero tres... notice a pattern here?) This ended with Quinn giving the baby up for adoption. The adoptive mother? Vocal Adrenaline's director, Shelby Corchoran.
So... that's this show, and I give this a 4/5. Tune in to the next episode of Love Boat, same place, same channel. I plan to revisit a certain overtly cynical doctor. Cheers!
I've wanted to blog about this topic since about 3 weeks ago, but for some reason couldn't get around to doing it. (I say "for some reason" because I literally could not think of any reason, except for "I was lazy". Don't believe everything you read/hear... I'm not really that busy. Sure, there are deadlines, client's demands, and bosses' expectations. But I say, if you've got time to play Hotel City, you have time to blog, baby!)
Oooookay, back to the topic. As some of you might already know, another season just ended, thus another one beginning, thus thus some of our favorite TV shows going on breaks until the next season, thus thus thus SEASON FINALES. Yeeerps! For the next few entries, I will blog about season finale episodes of my current favorite shows. Now, I must warn you... Each post will contain a truckload of spoilers, so if you watch the following: GLEE, HOUSE, HOW I MET YOUR MOTHER, and COMMUNITY... and have not been up to date, please watch and update yourself first (if you don't like reading spoilers) before reading! When you're done, shed a few tears for the awesomeness you've just seen, go back to my blog, read, and THANK ME FOR REMINDING YOU. Okay? You're welcome. ;)
About the post title, I have a reason for that... and you will soon figure it out. No, I'm not going to talk about the defunct 80's show. Just read on, baby...
The magic of Glee comes from its core idea, the heart of the show: MUSIC. Music is truly the universal language, and sometimes can draw out emotions that mere words cannot express. I think Glee is a brilliant yet simple idea, and I applaud it.
As the first season of the celebrated FOX series ends, it all comes down to this - the regional finals! It begins with Coach Sue Sylvester (coach of the Mckinley High cheering squad, the Cheerios) informing Mr. Will Schuester (Glee Club director) that she will be one of the celebrity judges of which his beloved Glee Club (New Directions) would have to impress in the regional competition (remember that in the beginning of the show, Principal Figgins permitted that the Glee Club be formed only under one condition, that they win the regional finals or they get disbanded). It seemed that the fate of the Glee Club is now in Coach Sylvester's hands... and judging from the way Coach has been making life a living hell for Mr. Schuester and his Glee kids all season, surely New Directions does not stand a chance winning regionals with her in the judges table. Alas, it seemed that Glee Club would be over! Well, at least that's what the scriptwriters wanted us to think.
First of all, and I am not embarrassed to say this... I cried like a baby through the entire episode! Hey I actually know a few grown men who were not able to hold back the tears while watching this episode... so no making fun! The first batch of tears started falling when everyone started crying in the Glee kids' "first regional set list party", feeling so desperate and lost by the turn of events. Everyone of them, even those who didn't want to admit it, had held a special place in their heart for the Glee Club. It's heartbreaking to watch a group of hopeful kids give up something that they had grown to love. Sort of like taking candy from a a baby, then you see the baby cry. (right?)
Mr. Schuester eventually decides that New Directions will be doing a medley of songs by the band Journey for their regional finals performance. New Directions sang their hearts out with a medley of "Faithfully", "Any Way You Want It / Lovin', Touchin', Squeezin'" and "Don't Stop Believing". Each one of them sang as if they were singing their last song ever. Their energy was contagious as the crowd jumped up, danced, and cheered them on.
Major competition and the previous year's national champs, Vocal Adrenaline, then performed an outstanding rendition of Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody". The scene was edited into Quinn Fabray's (New Directions member, pregnant ex-cheerio and Finn's ex-girlfriend) defining moment as she gives birth to a baby girl. I have read a lot of negative comments about this scene, but I personally like it. It was a fresh idea that I think did not compromise the emotions that the writers wanted the viewers to feel. Also, it took the focus away from Vocal Adrenaline, the "antagonist" of the show.
As expected, Vocal Adrenaline won the regionals. Cheers echoed throughout the auditorium as Vocal Adrenaline claimed their victory. Mr. Schuester and his New Directions, on the other hand, fought back their tears as they realize they did not even place in the competition. I personally think New Directions could not have won that competition, because 1) Vocal Adrenaline was definitely better, performance wise; and 2) More tension from Vocal Adrenaline had to continue through the next season, as the conflict between the two groups grew (Rachel's failed relationships with Jesse St. James, Vocal Adrenaline's lead, and Shelby Corchoran, her estranged biological mother and Vocal Adrenaline's director).
Coach Sylvester's role as "the pseudo-villain" was definitely highlighted in this episode, as the audience was given a peek of how the judging process really went down. I must admit, this part I found quite predictable. It was obvious that Coach Sylvester had a vital role in the regional finals when she was weaved into the panel of celebrity judges. It was like the episode was begging for a twist in the end. Naturally, It was revealed that Coach Sylvester actually voted for New Directions to win the competition, but was outvoted by her co-judges. Finally, she went to Principal Figgins and demanded that the Glee Club be given another year.
That basically concludes Season 1 of Glee. It was a good finale, although honestly quite predictable. What I liked about it is the way it had let emotions burst out from each character, but still managed to be believable. Glee is a high school drama anyway, and high school is definitely an emotional time for almost all of us. I am definitely looking forward to season 2 to see how the story unfolds.
A few notes:
a. Definitely one of my favorite moments in this episode was when Finn Hudson, the male lead singer, overwhelmed with his feelings for the female lead, Rachel Berry, quickly approached his lady love seconds before they begin their opening performance at regionals. It was an unexpected, touching moment when after Rachel told him to "break a leg", he answers with an honest "I love you."
b. Mr. Schuester's love affair with Ms. Emma Pillsbury (Mckinley High's neurotic guidance counselor) was given an ellipsis, after Emma, who was outraged with the results of the regionals, stormed Principal Figgins' office to allegedly "fight for the Glee kids". Will approached Emma and questioned her motives for fighting so dedicatedly for the Glee kids. It was obvious that Emma had some baggage about their failed romance, but wanted so desperately to move on (prior to this scene, Emma told Will that she started dating her dentist since they broke up). Finally, Will kissed her and said, "I love you... and you love me.... and dentist or no, this thing isn't over between us". (that's two!)
c. Not to be outdone, there was Quinn and Puck (the resident hunky "bad guy"), when after Quinn gave birth to their baby, she asks him if he ever loved her. Puck's answer? You guessed it... "Yes... Especially now." (numero tres... notice a pattern here?) This ended with Quinn giving the baby up for adoption. The adoptive mother? Vocal Adrenaline's director, Shelby Corchoran.
So... that's this show, and I give this a 4/5. Tune in to the next episode of Love Boat, same place, same channel. I plan to revisit a certain overtly cynical doctor. Cheers!
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