I just saw Ratatouille last Sunday with my classmates. I know we are quite late but please don’t bash yet cuz we saw the movie during sneak peak. The rest of Singapore will have to wait til Aug 30. I spent the equivalent of 500 pesos for my ticket and popcorn, but the movie was well worth it.

Since I am gonna be one of the last to see the movie, maybe I should lead everyone to a trip down memory lane before I continue.

Here are words to my favorite part in the movie:

In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau’s famous motto: Anyone can cook. But I realize that only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau’s, who is, in this critic’s opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau’s soon, hungry for more.

Beautiful! I was seated beside Nico. We were clapping our hands in different parts of the movie. We absolutely loved the part when Anton Ego takes his first bite of ratatouille and he was given this chance to visit his childhood again. So many sensations can be packed in one bite.

I saw a movie in the past about a kind of food that you look for when you are down. The movie calls it “comfort food.” Other sites say comfort food is simply emotional eating. I disagree. I’m pretty sure we all have comfort foods of our own. Sometimes, when you eat something, it sends you back somewhere and you feel that your mother is just right beside you. For me it can be one of a number of different viands. My mother’s own recipe for the sauce of tokwa, my mother’s unique style of cooking spaghetti and dried bangus all remind me of mom. Chocnuts, nagaraya, 4 seasons pizza from Yellow Cab, Beef Kebabs at Cyma’s, special chelo kebab at Mr. Kebabs are what I look for when I miss my friends. Fresh fruits, specifically watermelons, pineapples, star-fruits and no bananas, and maybe choco brownie temps, for a certain someone.

Somehow, I could relate to the film in more ways than one. Of course, I love the movie because of the animation, the backgrounds, the character design, the music!! and etc.. but more than that, the movie is personal to me because I feel that I’m in the same position Remy is. Going out is such a big risk. If God did not deal with me, I never would have gone. Such a beauty to venture in the dessert and see that someone left bread crumbs strewn to lead the way like Hansel and Gretel so that you wouldn’t wander off. It reminds me of where I’m heading. I’m quite excited. I love this field, this world.

This here is a presentation I made today (as a student) that I decided to share with everyone. It’s a storyboard, pretty basic, about a story that is familiar and yet fantastic. It’s familiar because if you look deep within you, you will realize the story is actually about you too. It’s a true story you see about true triumph of love over limitations. It’s a story of going against the odds. It’s a story about a chick named Icarus who chooses to defy gravity. It’s a story about a chick who falls in love with flying even though, as we all know chickens don’t fly. Much less, chicks. But Ikarus wants to believe otherwise. He does everything to prove that even chickens can fly if they risked all their feathers for it.

I’m sure you know what I mean. Right now you are probably doubting it. Ikarus had some voices in his head too. They belonged to his relatives and friends. They all said that a chick is born to eat and to be eaten. Ikarus wanted more. He had his eyes set up high in the clouds. Good thing a beautiful swallow named Mercury flies down to teach him a thing or too and in the process inspiring him to stretch out his wings and fly. Hope you like it. Oh it’s just a story board okay?

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