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Counting it down
I haven’t posted for quite some time. A lot of things sort of went fast forward so I guess the best way to cap it all off is a good recap (though I can’t promise for it to be short).
June 13, Wednesday
My cousins, — Kuya Marc, Ate Monet, Kuya Pao, Marga, Rex, Justin, May — my brothers Ted and Daniel, and my loving beau Dylan watched Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer in SM Mall of Asia. I was pretty pumped actually. It was my first time to watch a movie on its opening day. Glad to share that same experience with Dylan.
I don’t know about the movie. Maybe because I’m not that much of a fan of the comic book series, I managed to appreciate its shallowness and simplicity. It really is a movie for kids (minus the flaming body of Torch). It was very amusing and well, hate to disagree with the critics, but it is worth watching. It satisfies your questions about this second installment. Mr. Fantastic and Invisible Woman had to face the tragedy of Spidey (overwhelming popularity makes it hard for them to live a normal life) so I guess there’s a bit of redundancy there.
However, that Stan Lee cameo is soooooooooooooo fetch. LOL.
June 14, Thursday
From the movie, Dylan and I joined Marga and Kuya Pao in Antipolo, only this time we went straight for the office. For weeks now, my mom has been bothering me to work on this transcription thing. And well to be honest, I don’t mind, but when they’re forcing it, I really hate it. I had to work in an oven-like environment
(where Tito Rod’s assistant seem to be Bitch#1 of all time by not making the environment anywhere close to being conducive for their workers) for the next 8 hours. Yes, no sleep.
More to come soon….
From the front desk: what’s new? I’m always here!
Today is actually the most fun day (so far) I have spent in the office. Our director declared this day as Scrap Day, wherein everybody gets to sort through their shit and throw all the unnecessary files for the entire day. Since this ofice is a little over 10 years old, you can only imagine the number of papers shredded at this moment.
Can you believe someone even saw Playboy 1991 here?! You gotta laugh at that.
Wasn’t able to update the journal yesterday. My supervisor was out getting high with allergy shots so I had a lot of work in my hands. I liked it though. It makes me move and prevents me from wanting to bring a cot and sleep. Here’s an update so far of what had happened during the week.
Tuesday: WE WATCHED SPIDER-MAN 3.
I have never been so heartbroken in my entire life. Seriously. It’s a good thing that I was in good company. I watched the flick with my cousins Marc, Monette, Rex and Marga, my brothers Ted and Daniel, and my beau Dylan.
Eh. The effects were spectacular, there’s no doubt about that. But I can’t help but feel shortchanged with the storyline and the plot. Since when did the Gob take the side of the good ones? Isn’t the serum supposed to drive you closer to insanity? Anyway, it’s a good thing James Franco’s character (Harry Osborn) progressed dramatically in this movie. Honestly, I think it kind of pulled it together, minus the I’m-now-good part.
I expected Mary Jane to be tougher, now that she is legally Spidey’s partner. It’s almost quizzical because she almost didn’t change. Her screams still pierced the night and my ears and her singing is horrible. I hope that’s not Kirsten’s real voice.
Peter Parker looked like he’s auditioning to be the next member of Green Day. We just have to wait for UPN to make that kind of series. Anyway, there was too much dialogue, too little fights and too shallow perspectives. It’s not as alluring as the first two, where the battle really did feel like it’s also occuring in the audience’s lives. What this third installment failed to do is the same philosophical tug it had with the first two. I don’t know… I’m discouraged now to watch the fourth (also because Dunst and Maguire will no longer be playing their roles).
Wednesday: Pretty fair day…
There’s not much to say actually…
Thursday: SISIG WITH DYLAN
It was Dylan’s first time to cook sisig. I’m really happy he was able to do it. And he did a pretty good job too. Although it was kind of cheating since we cooked something out of a can, it was actually better than the ordinary out-of-the-can sisig. I loved dinner.
I can’t wait to be rich enough (or have enough money) to take cooking lessons with him. According to Cosmopolitan magazine, cooking is something that a couple can share, kind of a productive aphrodisiac activity. *Insert mushy music here*
So why did I suddenly change my journal to friends only?
Because it doesn’t make that much of a difference when it wasn’t. LOL. Kidding. Because I only want select witnesses in my life.
I also changed the settings so they can only view one entry at a time. I figured, my big mouth might be too much for them. LOL.
Am going to the dentist tomorrow. I can’t wait for Dylan to accompany me there. Don’t blame me if I hate people taking sharp pointed metal things to poke my mouth. You gotta hate them sometimes right?
Out.
Celebrations
Birthdays are supposedly the celebrator’s best day of the year. Yesterday was Dylan’s birthday and surprisingly, it was one of my best days.
I gave him a tie (for the wedding), that Rod Stewart CD he’s been dying to have and a day. I know it doesn’t sound much but looking now at how the day played out, it is actually a long day to have played out.
First, I “gift-wrapped” the tie and “re-packaged’ the CD. Only the celebrator knows what I did with this. It was one of our longest mornings and nothing could’ve matched the perfection. Then we had a hearty lunch involving cheese and barbecue ribs. I swear gluttony is the theme of the day.
We hit the mall for Dreamgirls. Nice movie, though a little oversung at the end. But we enjoyed it nonetheless. We had the whole afternoon planned out and he was supposed to bring me home by the afternoon. Knowing his family troubles and how he doesn’t want me to be in the middle of it, I didn’t question his decision.
His wish was granted. His mom invited me for dinner. So we rushed to his mother’s home in Quezon City, where we had a dinner mixed with Italian and Chinese. It was one of Dylan’s best evenings.
Heck, it was one of Dylan’s best days.
So what made it one of my best days? That day made me realize the one thing I never thought I would.
I do love this person. I love this person so much; my heart broke when he hesitated to bring me home to his family because he doesn’t want to bother me with their troubles. I love this person sincerely that I wish his family no less than the best, no less than the happiness that I feel in my heart when he looks at me.
I love him. And it’s the best day of my life… to realize that I truly deeply love the person I am with. And that life now is worth looking forward to.
On Topamax, yet again
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.
the salt of your skin 