On Monday, I will have my very first MRI.  I am petrified.

 

 

Being a fan of Grey’s Anatomy, I am familiar of how MRIs work.  They scan people with this magnetic tube, whose results are often more detailed and more efficient than that of a CT scan.  MRI films are often more morbid than CT scans’.  That is why I am petrified. 

 

Or maybe it is just because I am watching too much TV drama.

 

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Dylan started opening his books and reviewing for his nursing board exams this coming June.  I hope he gets to be this batch’s topnotch student.  I don’t know; I guess I just believe that he can do it.  He has the willpower to do so.  He just has to lessen his distractions (a.k.a. me). 

 

Admittedly, I am a primary burden.  This sickness thing is already bothering him.  He doesn’t say much about it.  I guess he doesn’t want me to feel bad for making him worry that much.  But I know that his worrying is taking up too much time.  As of the moment, time is a luxury we both cannot afford.

 

He has a lot to make up for.  Lola Linda is his primary concern right now, since she’s the one who supported him through his last semester of school.  He wants to give her everything she could ever want to make up for what she has given him.  Personally, I think that is quite a tall order, considering the fact that it will take a pretty long time before he will get to that point, but I would be more than happy to support his decision.  After all, he too supported me.

 

I love him to pieces.  And I would be the happiest person alive to see him become the person he has always dreamt himself to be.

 

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Weekends are a bummer eh?  Well, at least for someone like me who doesn’t go to school or work, weekends are bummers.  These are just another couple of days with nothing left to do.  So I got to watch a handful of movies today.  Somehow television networks have nothing to do with weekends so they just fill their slots with movies as well.

 

I got to watch Gladiator, Enemy of the State, Christmas with the Kranks, Tomb Raider: The Cradle of Life, Fifty First Dates, Cinderella Man, and Rocky.  I told you it was a handful.

 

It kind of reminded me of my dream of becoming a part of the film industry and the fact that I never really made it come true.

 

I think I remember someone telling me that I will never make it in that industry unless I know someone in it.  Well, I got to know someone in when my friends and I were working on our undergraduate thesis but somehow, I never really pursued it.  Does it mean I didn’t really want to be in it?

 

Hmmm…

 

The thing is I do want to be in it.  I want to be the type of person who always has the one-liner, the one who invents the you-had-me-at-hello you-complete-me seriously?-seriously! lines in the television show and in the movie.  I want to be that person, even if my lines are associated by the actor who said it and not by my name.  I want to be in it.

 

So how come I am not making a move?

 

Something is really wrong with me.

 

 

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So, Rocky in Studio 23 just finished.  Dylan just said good night.  I better head off to sleep as well.

 

Good night.