To my surprise

Let me start off by saying I’m sorry that I’ve made a complete ass of myself when I made that last two posts. I completely focused on the bad things, and not the good ones.

Anyway, yesterday was one of the coolest days of my life. I meant to say “awesome” but it’s getting so mainstream, so I used “cool”.  Cool because we went swimming with these freaks early in the morning, not to mention it was a hot day, talk about sunburn. To sum up with all the little and very funny events that happened yesterday, I’d say that was one of coolest days of my life, again. We played cards, learned to play the guitar, swam and had tons of cracking laughter with the guys. Little did I know some of them could have a surprise for me, a short speech, some songs, and a gift. That actually made my night so memorable. I never expected that they would care for someone so opposite their gender yet I find my interests similar to theirs.

Mostly, people would post about how great their day was because of their girlfriends, or girl bestfriends. I say, this time, let’s do it for the boys! The testosterone-filled, head banging, card-playing, guitar-singing, cool boys! When the girls never understood you for being so sensitive, and so clingy, guys give their shoulders and listen to you no matter what.

This post is dedicated to those guys/men who have stood up on their principles no matter what, those who manned-up and did the right thing even if it means standing alone, those who never thought of quitting school because they think they’re not good enough, and most especially those who do good things not because it attracts the ladies, but thinks that it is just the right thing to do.

I thank the Lord God for giving me the greatest guy friends.

You should too.

The Family Stone (2005)

The Stones gather for Christmas. Dad’s a professor in a Connecticut town; mom has a secret; there’s a gay, deaf son and his lover; a pregnant daughter and her child; a daughter who’s judgmental and acerbic, like her mother; and a laid-back observant brother. Everett is the eldest, bringing his fiancée Meredith to meet the family and, probably, to ask for grandma’s ring to give her. She’s self centered, uptight, and talks too much. Instantly, almost all give her a hard time. She calls her sister to come and help. Meredith, her sister, the Stones, and the family stone conflate. What does Everett see in Meredith, and doesn’t she deserve someone to love her for who she is? source

To be honest here, I admit, I thought this story was going to be cliche, or boring. Yet it totally did the opposite to me. This was no ordinary movie. As I’ve mentioned in my other movie reviews before, I had cried a lot. But this movie, this movie just can’t make me stop crying. From half until the end, I was sobbing like a little baby. I was more freaked out when I saw my face in the mirror looking like a nocturnal bee. It was a mess. But still, the movie is definitely going on my favorites. Basing from the synopsis above, the girlfriend is trying to keep up with the whole Stone family, doing her best to make them like her. But then, endless twists and fate playing its tricks, things got complicated. Personally, I think the girlfriend introduction was just a part of the movie, I believe the whole thing was about family. Families always have issues, problems, may it be individual or as a whole, but then in the end, they’re always there for you. They may not show it the way you wanted them to, or demonstrate the kind of care you so aspire them to give. That gave me such a big lesson in my life, you see, I’m not the demonstrative type of person, and I’m still working on expressing how I truly appreciate my family, in simple ways. The last picture there, was the most painful. It may look calm, but that was the most emotionally captivating part. That was also the part when I  cried the hardest. People always come and go into our lives. Sometimes they leave  footprints, sometimes they just quickly fade away. But what’s important in living our lives is the people who are always there for us, even at our worst.

cheers to the years

 

I have lived for eighteen years! That’s 216 months, 936 weeks, 6530 days! If my calculations are correct, then I am full grown lady. But, maybe not quite. Can you believe that? For eighteen years, I have been existing in this world. And wondering/thinking most of the time. These are some of the photos during my birthday at the beach.

I’ll be back later!

next Great Adventure!

Well, wordpress is really upgrading stuff. Since February was the last time I visited. A LOT has happened recently. I haven’t been completely, completely focused on my life right now. And I’m still wondering why. March was a hazy month, it was topsy turvy, crazy silly, seriously agonizing yet beautiful. How did that roll into one? I don’t even have the answer. I celebrated my 18th birthday at the Beach, only with my immediate family. I didn’t want any of that cotillion dance, 18 roses thing going on, it’s too, mainstream. What matters most is my life, not the party. I love the Beach and I am happy I spent my birthday there. On the morning of the my birthday, we were about to have lunch and head home. However, a text came up from my dad and it said that grandfather had passed away just seconds ago. We were all devastated. Double for me. I didn’t know how to react. It was… blank. We hurriedly went home without stopping for lunch. It was unexpected. We were all at shock. Or maybe I was. I didn’t know. It was my birthday, but someone I love died. It was confusing. I know it could happen, i mean it’s not impossible, but it did on my birthday. And I just don’t know, remembering last week’s events were blurry, the house was packed, mom and dad came home at dawn, we were all sleeping lightly. My lolo was buried on the 7th. Today’s the 10th, and it’s his 9th day.

I may sound like a little weirdo but usually, mostly, at funerals, I never cry. I just can’t help it. I can’t cry at funerals. Or maybe once. But most of the time, I try my hardest to cry. But I just can’t. Is there something wrong with me? I thought. Well maybe not. I’m not naive. I just think that when someone dies, it’s not because he/she died in vain, or in pain, I couldn’t cry because it’s all over, the pain is over. Everything is at peace. Call it whatever, but I think it’s a sensible way of grieving. I don’t cry. But I try to think of all the happy memories that we shared. That we all shared. My aunts, uncles, cousins and nephews and nieces, all of us, watched home videos of the family’s events/gatherings/birthdays/anniversaries/trips, everything. And it felt good. It felt nostalgic in a way. But I know that, with life, comes death planned ahead. It is inevitable. My lolo was a great storyteller, he was adventurous, he talked to employees in hotels, restaurants, in wherever we were staying that he had to, talk to them, tell them some advice, stories, or just plainly asking them questions about whatnot. My lolo was happy. He lived a swashbuckling life. He had joie de vivre, whoever knows that, good for you. He thought of life, as a productive, people-related life. He talked to anyone about anything in anywhere at anytime. He was that. He was my grandfather. And I hope, that with this little tribute I had written for him, we would read this (if they had internet and computers upstairs) or just in my thoughts, I hope he’d realize how much we love and miss him, and that everything he did was amazing. He was amazing.

safe and sound

 

The Philippines, specifically in Cebu, has been struck by a massive earthquake at more or less, 11:49am. It was such a scary experience. Minutes before the incident, we were at the canteen, waiting for our two friends, and quietly chatting, texting and just staring to plain space. Then suddenly, the ground moved, and the roof kinda shook. It was scary. I remember, my friends and I hurriedly went into the open field. A minute after, we were still shaking. It was an unforgettable experience. We quickly went home soon after. I will never, in a million years, forget this. It was those moments when you can just imagine how you’d save yourself from everything, then you’d think of the bad and terrible things human beings had done that led to this. It was sad. A sad and painful reality. Now that a million other people and I are all calm, I’d like to post a post.

I think we all realize how small we are in this universe, in this, vast, wide or any adjective you can think of. It is when we unite. It is the time when we forget our faults and care for each other. Won’t that be a scene? I mean, as I hurried home, I felt my heart would fall out, my head would explode from nervousness, but that was hours ago. Today, I am calm. I am safe and sound. Let’s all trust God guys. Before I’d go eat my dinner because I am still a little freaked out, I just wanna say that basing from my facebook status, I had written that “now that God has caught our attention…” I couldn’t continue. It was something each person must fill. Something’s can’t be explained through science, guys. Let’s be practical. Faith is more powerful. Let’s trust God. And we’ll be alright, we will always be.

what we crave most in this world is connection

Life.

Still fresh from my mind. The movie. First of all, this is not an “official” movie review. I just wanted to clarify that. And no, the picture isn’t the promotional poster. This movie, “The Switch”, protagonists Jennifer Aniston and Jason Bateman, which I’ll say he has done a really good job, to think this is my first “bateman” movie. Two hours ago, I was doubtful, and a little sad, there was nothing, and I meant, nothing good to watch on TV. But as I always do, I go to Star Movies to check. Good thing there was this movie that just started, you know the parental guidance and age requirement thing, so yeah. I took a chance, since it’s a Friday night. And minutes ago, it ended. And I have never looked back since. I wrote this post, not because it’s been five days since my last post, it’s because this movie teaches you something, rather, a lot of things. I have to admit, halfway until the end of the movie, I was teary-eyed. Gee, weekend emotions. Anyway, so I read the movie reviews, some were okay, some like the movie, some, well, said it was soulless. I was at awe for three seconds. How could that be soulless? It was.. just.. unforgivably the worst adjective you could describe to such, inspiring movie? I’m not blaming media people though, that’s for sure. I’m just saying, that they’re kind of thinking it in a “occupational” way. Okay, so that’s not the right word to say, I just meant, that I think people would’ve disagreed on that. The movie was great. It was unique. It was a movie of finding yourself, and loving people around you. Does that seem soulless? Pardon me, but that comment was heartless.

Being human doesn’t mean you are obliged to be formal, to worry, to live life because you have one. No! I don’t even know what being human is, probably because I’ve seen quite the opposite of that nowadays. It’s a sad thing though, people look at movies just because the actors are this, are that, the production, the advertisements, the directors, the gross, the poster, it just sucks. I thought movies were for entertainment? And my god did that movie entertain me, emotionally. Sometimes I just wonder if people who also saw that movie felt like that? It was beautiful. I’m the only one awake in the house now, and I guess my evening juices are very active. You should probably go and watch the movie. No, I don’t care if you don’t like Jennifer Aniston. I don’t care if you don’t like this post. Just watch the movie. And thank me later.

Something about the movie inspired me to be better.

To be human.

To be me.

Truth be told, “The Switch” is probably one of my favorite movies.

I hope it would be in yours too.

Look at us, running around. Always rushed, always late. I guess that’s why they call it the human race. What we crave most in this world is connection. For some people it happens at first site. It’s when you know you know. It’s fate working its magic. And that’s great for them. They get to live in a pop song. Ride the express train. But that’s not the way it really works. For the rest of us, it’s a bit less romantic. It’s complicated, it’s messy. It’s about horrible timing, and fumbled opportunities. And not being able to say what you need to say when you need to say it. At least, that’s the way it was for me.  – Wally Mars, The Switch, 2010