Happiness

He reads me like a book

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So I turned 25 last week (yay), and I decided to spend the day being quiet.  Not quiet as in not talking, but like enjoying the silence that comes whenever.  I anticipated a dinner with the family, and we did have that at YakiMix.  It was fun.  We invited Dylan.

Anyone who knows YakiMix will tell you that you have to be there at least an hour before they open the doors to get a reservation.  We did that and we were on the waiting list  of the second page.  That’s what an eat-all-you-can shindig does to people.  So we had to wait an hour.

Dylan came exactly at the hour when we’re ready to be seated and he gave me his gift, that I did not expect at all:

And he said he took so long because he saw a Book Journal and a Film Journal and he didn’t know what to get.

I am so ecstatic.  I can’t even begin to explain it.  And he left this inscription in it.

See?  I am so loved by the man who knows me so well.  He reads me like a book and how I manage to surprise him still confuses me.

Now, I am off to marinate in this loving glow.

The kings and queens of Promise

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Like I said the other day, Dylan and I grabbed some Cheetos and watched The Legend of the Guardians at the SM Mall of Asia 3D theatre.  Like promised, here’s my take on the film.

When I first saw the trailer, I was immediately interested, mainly because the owls reminded me of Harry Potter’s snow white owl, Hedwig.  It’s quite unusual really, when you come to think about it.  Looking back on your childhood, did you really imagine that owls can be so fierce (and by fierce, I mean warrior fierce, not diva fierce)? 

Anyway, the film is visually SPECTACULAR.  I am going to be brave and say that it can rival Avatar when it comes to landscapes and settings and movement and detail.  It was so amazing.  And funny, because when we watched it, there was a kid in front of us that kept raising his hand, probably trying to touch the characters.  But his mean dad kept scolding him.  Note to self:  hate that kid’s dad.

However, the movie in general is just an average movie.  I think one of the main mistakes they made was having the same animal.  It’s a movie for kids, and unfortunately, kids have a hard time distinguishing personalities when they look alike.  That’s the reason why Lion King was of epic proportions; mention a character name and you’d know right away how it looks like and (better) what kidn of animal it was.

I am not discounting the fact that the story wasn’t rich with characters because it was.  Soren is the dreamer, the evident protagonist.  Eglantine is the youngest sister, the one that idolises Soren.  And if you have three kids there, there’s bound to be one that is envious and spiteful… hence, the existence of Kludd.

It’s the tragic story of Mudblood and Pure Blood.  Of course, it was narrated by the most animated narrator I’ve ever heard.  Just so you know, it’s an all-British cast, so when you bring your kid to the movie, be prepared to answer the question “Ano daw? (What did s/he say?)” 

I enjoyed the movie very much.  To be frank, even if the story didn’t blow to large proportions like the visuals did, it was still a very enjoyable family movie.  Guaranteed, you’ll fall in love with the female owls, go gaga over Eglantine, and just be awestruck when you see the perfect combination of flight and water.

And when your jaw drops because of the amazing theatrics, please give me a call. :)

Score:  3.5/5

Book backlog

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I’ve always loved books.  I remember back when I was a kid; I first fell in love with Archie comics.  I’ve always wanted to be Betty because she’s always so considerate and sweet and giving.  But of course, in the end, I ended up being more like Veronica.  Minus the rich part.  Hahaha.

Anyway, I kind of am reminded that I have a book backlog when I got home from work today and saw a pile of books I was supposed to read.  Before MAP started, I joined this community online whose goal is to finish 50 books in a year.  I managed to complete that list, and shared quite a handful of reviews, but because I decided to become more serious in planning for my future (or at least having a plan), I only got to complete 50 books for a year.  BUMMER.

And this is my stinking pile.

Got this about a couple of months ago. I think.

I got this with the other one and the next one. Bought it from the National Bookstore big ol’ sale.

Of course, I had to buy a classic. :)

Bought this when I was with Dylan, just last week.

The only book I managed to start reading

At some point, it did become depressing.  I really love reading.  I actually see JK Rowling as a heroine because she made kids fall in love with reading again.  I am so thankful for books because they fueled my imagination.  And I would hate to neglect my first teachers, but I already am.

Contrary to the saying, I really do judge a book by its cover.  I want the cover to age with me:  gracefully.  I want a cover that will actually look like it’s been touched and felt by time.  A cover that remains uncovered, so that as the book is borrowed and passed on from one reader to another, their hands leave an imprint on the cover.  And the book would know it’s been read.

Most people find that weird, and most people disagree with my “care” (or lack of).  Most people would cover them with plastic and preserve the crispness of the pages.  Not me.  I imagine myself being 60 and my floor-to-ceiling, wall-to-wall bookshelves filled with books with yellowed pages.  Hmmm.  Perfect.

Blogging to you now, LIVE!

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It is quite amusing how I’ve found this nifty little thing to be available here in the office.  I have tons of work to do, but I know I just have to write down a few words before everything gets hectic again.

This month shows a lot of promise, mainly because it is so jampacked.  On Saturday, I’m attending a photoshoot of an event I am yet to secure permission before announcing.  It’s quite personal but because it’s for someone close to my heart, I am excited.  Then on Sunday, my cousin Kuya Marc is arriving from New Jersey.  Whoopdeedoo!  I love him and all, but my family knows very well that I love him best because he’s bringing me my shoes.

For the new followers, I am a shoe whore.  I’m not even afraid of saying it out loud.  Shoe whore.  Mother effin’ shoe whore.  I once spent 20,000 on shoes, because they were on sale and they were my favorite local brand.  Yup.  I’m a slut like that.

Then there’s the event that follows the photoshoot.   Hahahaha.  I can’t really contain the excitement because it has been a while since I last hosted something.  I can’t wait to get rid of my discretion.

When it comes to work, every detail counts and I am very happy where I am right now.  I am in a position where I am actually contributing to something with a purpose.  It can be hell sometimes, especially when my boss gets a knack of giving me tough deadlines, but it keeps me on my toes.  For once, I am not sleepy nor groggy after lunch.  So much for the godly hour.

Anyway, I hope your month is as packed as mine.  Started this month right by watching Legend of the Guardians last night.  IT.  WAS.  AWESOME.  But more of that later.

For now, I give you my love. :)