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December Boys
Watched this film alone last night during the LFS. I think there were only 6 moviegoers that time, including me and the two strangers who were very busy necking at the back seat. Forget them, I still found my solitary composure inside the cinema.
♥ I love the location. Those big rocks are a breathtaking scenery.
♦ Naughty scenes of peeping, peep-holing, pictures in bras and panties, smoking, and all those grown-up things, including pre-marital sex. My take? I dont have a take.
♦ Maps (played by Daniel Radcliffe) is OK. What? He became a priest?
♣ I am a November Boy. But I’m not an orphan.
Untitled
There’s nothing much to say because nothing really much is happening in my life. Spending my entire free hours in the office, doing more unpaid work, and taking a little rest in the house are the usual things in this boring routine - the main reason of this hiatus. I think Im getting tired and sick of it. Can I fart now? (well, not really. it’s just my expression…)
This entry sounds so familiar; the angst, the whining, and the boredom are nothing new. But somehow, this could be a good example of “History repeats itself” or a euphimistic way of implying that this author’s name could be “Ennui”.
To possibly add a little spice, I could blog about the office and talk about the happenings at work, but I decided I should not do that. I don’t want to share the backstabs we created in the office, in the coffee machine where we usually do the backstabbing, and in the canteen where we stuff our mouths with food and laugh out loud.
Tomorrow, I will be back to work and continue the routine I so long endured. Maybe this coming All Saints’ and Soul’s Days will be different. And I will be different. Let’s see.
Movie Recap of the Week
♣ Last Wednesday, me and my colleagues planned to watch Apat Dapat but we end up watching No Reservations - a story of two chefs cooking their love recipe. Nice team up, lame story.
♦ Yesterday was a holiday in observance of the end of Ramadan. A friend invited me for dinner and sleep over. We rented cd’s and she chose two suspense films, The Messengers and Saw III.
The Messengers is a story of “paranormal phenomena” resulting to the discovery of a murder mystery of the last occupants of the house where “the messenger” moved in. I just hated it when I easily predicted every scenes — the only thing that was horrifying with the movie.
Goosebumps did not easily get me during the first horror movie, but I was so engrossed with the second, Saw III. This one made me cower and gave me chill down my spine. The story, as well as the game created by the sadist Jigsaw and his puppet, was intriguing. But that did not make me stick to go on with the movie because I just could not bear the sight of deformed body being tortured to pieces. My friend and I ended the night to sleep in her room, but I insisted, I went home in spite of her protests to keep me in.
I think the two horror films triggered my hyperacidity that night I went home.
♥ Tonight, after days of planning with my friends/workmates, we finally made it to laugh our hearts out. The four of us made it a perfect time to watch “Apat Dapat, Dapat Apat: Friends 4 lyf and death“, a very hilarious, funny and corny comedy… hahaha!!!
Oh Carol! pt. 2
Part 1 here.
Two kids clung onto the same 15-minute trip I took homebound. Their other hands rocked their improvised rattles of flattened soda crowns as they sang their favorite Christmas song I presumed.
Their carolling continued, expecting someone would hand some alms, but nobody dared to care and share for early Christmas gifts. The two brats just went on with their rattling and singing to tunes I tried not to decipher. But I was so intrigue I involuntarily focused my hearing to them as if I was in a contest of Name-That-Tune.
I could have burst into laughter the moment I found out what they had been singing. The other fellow sang the famous “Christmas in Our Hearts”, and the other one, “Narda by Kamikazee.”
“Awit na nananawagan, baka sakaling may pakikinggan…”
