The thing when you wake up after a night of drinking, even if it is not as much as you used to anymore, is you get a sense of surreality. It beats drinking a lot because you feel you’re not really there while dealing with the throbbing of your head. But today, all’s left is this feeling of neither here or there, must be like Limbo or what?
Archive for March, 2010
When I feel nothing
Sunday, March 28th, 2010Maid of Dis-honor
Tuesday, March 23rd, 2010There I was, minding my own business, when my sister watched Made of Honor starring the oooh-so-charming Patrick Dempsey from Grey’s Anatomy(crappy TV series, if I might add).1
I am sorry for all you lovestruck people but it was a scary, spiteful movie.
For a country which prided itself with racial diversity, the American movie poked fun at Scotland’s rich culture, from kilts, to bands and bagpipes which they found irritating. With the expertise of Hollywood’s subtle touch for political correctness, it was crafted to not appear so. Or they think.
- people are having sex there, left and right, in closets and other tackier places reminiscent of Penthouse Letters, only it is tasteful because they made it so [↩]
Movie tripping
Sunday, March 21st, 2010After uploading reCAPCHA, I thought I would no longer be seeing spam, but they are a persistent lot.
I have been pushing thoughts out of my head. Been at home for the past two days, maybe to relax, but the irritation of the hot weather is getting to me. I want to watch more movies.
I decided to watch a couple of DVDs at home. I found a DVD of Postgrad starring Alexis Bledel. I liked her when she was at Gilmore Girls, that chick TV show, understand that I had no social life some time in my youth (and it was a freaking good TV series). Much to my disappointment, the movie was awful.
The Book Signing
Saturday, March 20th, 2010Two days ago, I went to this book signing event by one of my favorite writers, I thought I would be speechless, giddy or be something, like those other people who do ridiculous things when in front of the people they love.
In the end, the whole signing event, the craziness, the irritating people, the disparaging emotions that came precedent to an anticlimactic conclusion, I was glad that I’ve put up with it. Not totally a disappointment, but more of an experience that I learned a lot from. This might be the last book signing I’d go to, or the last in a long time.
It’s not the writer’s fault. I just realized that for many reasons, I did not belong there. I am unlike them, the crowds that went.
About two years ago
Sunday, March 7th, 2010About two years ago, I realized that she loved me.
I went to my to finish my clearance in my first job and gave a mouthful to the HR. I stayed for the night in her apartment, while she goes to work that evening. I hardly slept that night.
She came home that morning, with a modest breakfast, two packs of pancit canton and bread rolls. I remember seeing how happy she was, I still have a mental image of her smiling.
It turns out, I really am a fan
Thursday, March 4th, 2010So I bought Php 2,279-worth of books from Fully Booked, so that I can get a sign-up pass for that Neil Gaiman event on March 18. I still think that the one-time, minimum 2,000-pesos, single-receipt purchase of Neil Gaiman books is still too much. I thought I won’t participate in anything as commercialized like that, but I guess having missed all the Neil Gaiman events in the past.
I think I am actually doing Neil (like close?) a favor. I am sure that most people there are spoiled rich kids who are not real fans, a bunch of people who just participated because they can just tell people that they were there. I deserve to be there; hence, I am broke. So, I decided that I should spend some money on comic books. I have most of his books already, darn! At least Fully Booked is stocked with a selection of items I still don’t have.
I decided to buy The Tragical Comedy or Comical Tragedy of Mr. Punch, The Books of Magic and Odd and the Frost Giants (which I gave Meow in celebration of our 23rd month-sary).