I liked Paper Towns a lot.
Like it's 10 times better than The Fault in our Stars, which I didn't like by the way. The only Fault connection I liked was Ansel Elgort's cameo, which deserves a nod for Best Timing for a Cameo Appearance. Sent the whole movie theater's vaginas shrilling in a heartbeat and in a kind of unison that can rival synchronized swimmers.
I liked that it touched me in the right places. It has Margo who is like me: the one who doesn't want to be found. It has Quentin who is like me: the sweet, musing, hopeless romantic. It has Ben who is
like me: goofy when drunk. It has Radar who is like me: passive-aggressive, dutiful, loyal son of a b.
I liked that amidst all stress, it gave me my first genuine laughs in months. And that despite this jaded mindset I'm in, the little man inside me felt the joy (and hope) of being loved and in love again...at least, even if I need to be Margo - loved from afar.
I liked that Paper Towns' soundtrack is giving me life. The Prom song "Falling" giving me Mariah teas.
I liked that Nat Wolff reminded me much of John Lloyd Cruz yet I found Sarah Geronimo at the end of the reel.
Sunday, July 26, 2015
Friday, July 24, 2015
Play Dead
Press "play"
Listen to a sweet dedication.
Wait for music to lift you up to hopeless romantics' heaven.
Moody's mood for love is to kill me from a good 1,463 miles.
Viber has to be app-dated to
red
or some indescribable color of love.
Sweet, sweet bolt from the blue...or red.
This, while my pores were being butchered by the dermatologist to make me redder than this Viber surprise has already made me.
Tuesday, July 21, 2015
My Six-Year-Old Boy
A skeleton gem resurfaced from my Baby Mac's archived backup:
a short story I wrote 6 years ago.
The Boy’s Story
The boy in the first story knew that in the woods, it wasn’t
The Giant Spider, The Hardhearted Cyclops, or The Double-Crossing Lilies whose
traps he should avoid to fall for. He knew that the most dangerous thing in the
woods could manifest in the form of a Sweet Tinkerbelle, of a Soft Lion, of a
Dulcet Girlfriend, or of a Warm Stranger. Chancing upon a sweet, soft, dulcet,
and warm knight in the middle of the woods, the boy knew all the signs point to
this dangerous thing. He gambled his most precious cookies and gave a handful
to the knight.
The boy lied.
His mouth says the cookies were for his granny or his
girlfriend. But his head knows that the cookies are a weapon to chase off the
most dangerous thing. His heart defeats him. The cookies ought to kill the
knight he stumbled upon. The boy understands in every respect it is wrong. But
what the boy could not understand is his heart’s claim that what is wrong seems
to be giving him every right feeling to stay and watch the knight’s death. But
after 43 or so nights, the knight remains strong as his dark horse.
The answer wasn’t brought by the 43,000 steps of walking to
the farthest desert or the closest oasis but by the 43,000 steps of walking
back and forth between the knight and the horse’s stable. What the boy didn’t
realize 43,000 steps ago is that the knight survives because the gorgeous horse
is protecting him; breathing out onto the knight’s lips the air of miraculous
immune system.
In hindsight, the boy holds the simplest resolution: to
avoid the dangerous thing. But the knight is just so sweet, so soft, so dulcet,
and so warm that the boy cannot resist him. That the dangerous song eclipses
him.
“You are my sweetest downfall. I loved you first, I loved
you first. Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth. I have to go, I have to
go.”
Eventually the song was halted by the girl’s rescuing hand.
On foot, they got back up not the flanking castle but the most peaceful home by
the woods’ end.
In the second story, well... the boy got himself caught in
the netting of a tree’s arms, searching for the cure for the girl’s fatal
malady. Temptingly back in his shining armor, the knight now offers the boy his
own cookies. The boy threw a doubtful frown upon him. The boy knew the knight
did not return to kill him with the poisonous cookies but to imply that the
most dangerous thing has become inevitable.
At this point, this story’s climax has become predictable.
In fact, the beginning, middle and ending of the third, fourth, fifth, sixth,
seventh or eight stories would always be like this; the dangerous thing would
forever be a curse cast upon the boy’s life. Indeed unlike any other
fairytales, the boy’s story is not about hunting the most precious thing. The
boy knew he has every precious thing imaginable: The Persistent Sun, The Breath
of Fresh Air, The Thumping Heart, and The Woods’ Riches. The boy’s story has
been about avoiding the most dangerous thing. Personally, the author never
believed in sad endings. Just towards the middle of the boy’s story, he was
surprised the knight is betraying his thoughts.
My thoughts. My bias for happy endings.
The most dangerous thing is too good that it is true in the
author’s life. After so many stories he has penned, the author knew that once
again, falling vulnerable to the beauty of his story, he too was caught by the
most dangerous thing. Love.
The boy grew to be known as Ceth. The woods as Jurassic. The
song as Samson.
Bei, you told me you hated to be judged unjustly. You may be
a Jaime with respect to your
relationship with your James and Ceth but I never imagined that you could be a Jaime in every sense it could be. That
even to Ceth, you could play Jaime. I
should have suspected but I deferred. The thought that I’m the only Ceth gave
you the benefit of the doubt. But am I correct to suspect that there’s more
than one Ceth in your ShortBus?
I thought you were the perfect fit. The fittest knight.
You were too good to be true too. And now I know why; some
good things never last.
The boy loved the knight. So much.
Wednesday, July 15, 2015
Sam-one
Someone, like me, wants to sing this so bad.
For someone like you because
no words can explain the way I'M missing you.
Saturday, July 11, 2015
Thursday, July 2, 2015
My New 3-Month Relationship
With the new apple of my ears.
This one's for me.
3-month trial starts today.
Tell you what I like:
good music. together.
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
Flash-light
Still unprepared to switch on "serious drama" mode
after my most favorite season of A Game of Thrones wrapped up.
Let's go light...swift-light - FLASH-LIGHT!
#smitten
Patch of Progress
Gearing up for the future.
Don't call it a comeback.
I'm not reviving from the ashes.
Taking a leaf out of Vera Wang's life book:
Know When To Walk Away and Start Something New
Don't call it a comeback.
I'm not reviving from the ashes.
Taking a leaf out of Vera Wang's life book:
Know When To Walk Away and Start Something New
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