What I sometimes come up with when I’ve got 15 minutes to kill

I wish I could tell you that the reason I have been alone all these years is that I would rather focus on things way more important than that crappy lovey-dovey stuff. Or that I am independent and is comfortable being alone. Or that I plan on living a life of celibacy because it has been my childhood dream to become a nun and that I would enter a convent by the end of the year. You see, I used to make up excuses like these, face the mirror, and then chant like those dimwits shouting their lungs out for their favorite [and losing] sports team, as if it would magically turn things around.
For the last five years, eight months, and three days, it did actually work. Every day I would get up, fix myself, recite my little mantra for the day, and happily face the day, successfully convincing everyone else, some days even myself, that I’m perfectly happy with how things turned out for me. And in truth, I was actually kind of happy. I lived a normal, career-wise successful life. But today, I don’t know what is so special with this day, I just couldn’t do it.
This morning, I woke up feeling so heavy it’s as if I learned my father was Darth Vader. Well, that’s not entirely sad, Anakin Skywalker IS awesome, but you get my point. So I tried my daily pep talk in the mirror but for some damn reason, the universe made a tear fall from my eyes. And everything just plummeted down from there and next thing I knew, I was hugging my knees crying in the corner of my room.
See, don’t let clichés fool you. Sure most of them are true, comforting, and universal–hence, they get overused and eventually lose its impact or meaning overtime–but some are basically just lies so that you’d stop pitying yourself. And that one that goes something like, “It’s okay, cry it all out. It will make you feel lighter.” Eenk! FALSE. Because after that embarrassing moment of Niagara falls, I was anything but better! Heck, if anything, I felt even worse.
For the first time in a long time, I felt weak. Weak, vulnerable, empty…

Now Go Get Yourself Loved

Now who would’ve thought that our guy Ted Mosby had it in him? This ozm movie was written and directed by Josh Radnor himself. He’s also one of the main characters. How naturally his lines must have come to him, huh?
Happythankyoumoreplease is a… generational movie. It tells the story of a group of people who are self-destructive and cynical and their own ways as they venture life through New York City and each of the character’s stories teach the viewers the many ways in which a person can love and be loved.
I especially liked how this movie is as normal and realistic as it can get that if not presented in the right way, it would come off as boring. But it didn’t. It’s one of the most inspirational movies I will ever watch, and I don’t mean Paulo-Coelho-inspirational here.
There’s something that this movie captured about this generation that other movies have not. The script was very conversational, no attempts to make it into the “Most Remembered Movie Quotes of the Century”, but it touched me in a way that others movies can’t.
The casting was perfect. It may not be star-studded, but there was not a single person that I hated. And I especially liked Zoe Kazan’s character, Mary Catherine. She played it very well.
And this is starting to suck so I now suggest that you download it and watch. It’s a really good movie. I wouldn’t be wasting my time blogging about it if it weren’t a good watch, right? 🙂

Of Macbook Pros and Sweet Dads

Hello, let me introduce you to Digby, and to a beautiful story…
You see, daddy almost didn’t buy me this Macbook Pro because some dark force told him that it would not be practical to buy a new laptop now because technology is constantly changing and new models are coming and going every half a year, may be even every quarter.
So yesterday, we just went to the mall for a normal day. Here’s when my mom comes in. She told my dad we should go to Switch (an Apple store) to check out the model that I want and I said naman, “Ayoko, baka umiyak ako. :(“
But we went ahead anyway, and I just distracted myself with some really cute iPhone cases so as to prevent myself from crying a river. I should probably make it very clear that the moment I laid my eyes on this baby, I knew we were meant to be~ And I’m not the only one who thinks so. See? (Sorry I’m making you read backwards, I’m too lazy to flip it, lol)
So let’s get back on track. While I was distracting myself with some really awesome speakers, the next thing I know, daddy was already paying for MY macbook pro! MY Digby! :> And to tell you honestly, I cried, a bit. Because it was totally unexpected. And I already gave up on it. And then they suddenly bought it! Okay, maybe I’m just justifying myself. That in reality, I am a materialistic bitch that cries tears of joy because of a Macbook Pro instead of Oprah. Or something.
But srsly, that feeling when you already gave up on something then suddenly it’s there right in your arms? Nevermind.
I should thank my mom, really. Kasi sya yung nagconvince kay daddy na bilhin na cause I got really disappointed when he told me na we weren’t gona buy na. Kasi naman ever since we planned on buying, I’ve been checking the Apple site every waking minute to check on the specs I already know by heart, to check what apps to download, etc.
So this is getting really boring so let me just share you ze details of the other half of the title, “Sweet Dads.”
My dad doesn’t live in our house kasi, he lives in Batangas because of complicated family issues that I would rather not talk about. And basically because his hospital’s there. So when we got home na I texted him this really long message that just basically means thank you and that I love him and that I miss having him around really badly. And since my parents are the king and queen of short replies, I half-expected a reply that goes something like, “That’s nothing sweetheart, I love you, too.”
But instead, I got this: “That was a small amount for that sweet smile of yours. I miss you, too. I love you.”
Still short, but sweet.

And this is why I made a blogspot account again. :))
In other news, guess who has 3 UST Php200 bills?
That’s right, me! XD
Well then, cheerio!
PS If you’re wondering why Digby, I named him after the Ned’s dog. 😀 (Pushing Daisies) So, uh, yah. Bye!