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Your Love Alone

11.08.11

Words by Me

Image by an untrained eye: 

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TRUE. If it's only this easy to do... Argh.

Source: http://icanread.tumblr.com/post/8166843825

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Dear Blank.

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This one makes my day! awwww.. :)

swintons:

edmundlott:

Credit to Daily MARU for my favourite cat gifs ever. l Love MARU! (:

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THE ONLY POST THAT HAS EVER MATTERED EVER IN HISTORY

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Okay It's Over...

I am talking about the Harry Potter fever (well, in me, personally). And no, I did not wear any quirky hats or any stuff bearing an HP insignia.

*SPOILER ALERT. I may disclose stuff here about the HP7 movie. So if you haven’t seen it, come back to this once you’re done (if you’re still interested or otherwise if you have plans of joining the late exodus to cinemas).

I’ve seen the HP7 movie almost an hour ago (by the time I started typing my thoughts) and I can’t help but squeal about how the whole supposed conclusion of my young mugglehood went.

Can I just start with the movie house? Please let me (anyway, you can’t do anything about it :P) because I just HATE IT.

HP IN 3D

Okay, I first thought watching the HP finale in 3D would be great since that would be the last of the installment. So we went on purchasing 3D tickets at a higher price of Php300.00 (yes, the law of supply and demand plays here) BUT minus the popcorn. I’m good with the absence of the popcorn. That spares my intestinal walls from the grease and added salt.

THE MOST IRRITATING THING

And on we went. It was nearly 3PM. My mom and I chose the 730PM screening so we won’t be in a rush for our late lunch. Seeing how the lines for HP went berserk (lines reached the boutique areas considering that this mall allotted 7 of its regular cinemas for HP), we thought of going to the cinema two (2) hours earlier (so we can have the chance to pick a good spot). We were at the cinema lobby by 515PM (exaggerated we are). Having a good chat with my family under the dimly lit lobby was perfectly fine. People who are also for the 730PM screening started to pile up in what I called “isaw” lines (because they were literally asked to form the line like an isaw to save space).

BUT THEN here comes the ULTIMATE mood-destroyer high blood-causing insensitive git. PEOPLE, PLEASE, I BEG YOU. Have the decency to respect the people who have the DISCIPLINE to get up early and work. What I simply mean is FALL IN LINE. Damn. Does it require some high level of thinking for this simple rule to be followed?? It may be a style or whatever you call it but these minute acts are the reason why all the stuff that you are complaining for are happening (yes, think about whatever that is like traffic, late issuance of SSS ID etc. and I am certain it has something to do with people who lack discipline.)

So here’s what happened. I went to the wash room to prepare my bladder for the Potter movie (I don’t want interruptions okay.) As I came back, I was surprised to see this mother with her almost 8-year old child playing in a free arcade found on the cinema lobby where we are waiting in. Alright mother. Let your kid enjoy the free game while waiting for all of us to get in, but apparently, as my mom told me as I sat on my seat, this mother and child tandem where just scheming to get away from the isaw lines. They just went inside the lobby area to “play the arcade” to get in. So I lengthened my patience even if I am so damn irritated with the loud squashing of the buttons of the arcade and the agitating song being played by the machine after each round. And on they played. And played. And played. I think they played the game more than 10 times? Damn it. I couldn’t bear it. I couldn’t stand it anymore. And so is my sister. My sister initially called the attention of one of the then-very busy personnel about this lady not falling in line (and making damn freaking noise since we were just  a foot away from this abused machine). The personnel approached them telling to get in line but this lady said with conviction “Hindi, may pila kami dun (pointing the isaw lines).” YEAH RIGHT.

Then moments later, her apparent husband handed her a bag of popcorns. Lines outside, eh? And on they played again. And again. And again. DAMN IT. My mood for HP7 has been totally and officially ruined. And so are my mom and my dad and my sister. I just don’t know how it is for the other early birds like us. So my sister said, “Miss, okay lang ba if tama na? Ang ingay na kasi eh.” And I couldn’t help it. I seconded my sister and said with an irita tone of voice, “Oo nga eh. Okay lang?? Ang lakas kasi, ang ingay. Thank you ha.” I said sarcastically. And thank goodness. After the direct messages to this freaking insensitive mother who is using her child as a means to violate other people’s efforts to get a good seat, they stopped playing the arcade machine BUT they stayed. I was already staring, no, glaring at her badly that if only my stares are sharp, her efforts to hammer the arcade machine would not pay off because she’ll be needing first aid, no, maybe an ambulance.

Anyway, that is how irritated I was. I felt so violated that we went there two (2) hours before so we’ll be one of the firsts in line, then this person will just walk in, instantly walk past the 100 plus people, and act as if nothing is happening?? Where is your sense of discipline insensitive lady?? Please, if you ever stumble on to this, spare your child from your evil ways. Quit using your child as props. ERRRRRRRR.

So when the personnel allowed people to come in, the most dreadful thing happened. They managed to slip and get in. And you know what’s even more irritating? When they got in, they reserved a whole row of seat in the balcony (Second row to be exact. They were seated a few rows in front of us). How cool is that? A lot of other moviegoers have kept on asking if the seats were taken and this inconsiderate dumb-about-discipline mother said (with conviction) that the seats were reserved. With all the agitation in my heart, I stood and wanted to call the attention of a roaming personnel, but my parents stopped me. OKAY. RELAX. CALM DOWN. IT’S OVER. THEY’RE ALREADY IN.

 AND IT DOES NOT END THERE

Okay. Set your mind. This is it. This is the finale. The last of the series you have been following even before you learned how much is the jeepney fare. –This is what I kept on telling myself. Breathe in. Breathe out. Relax.

The mini game of the cinema broke the ice and made me talk and move again. Put your 3D glasses on, it went as the game concluded. There I was, now ecstatic about the movie, and trailers, to see what’s coming up. After the 3D introduction (the flying balls), a short ad of a mobile broadband played. I even mentioned to my sister, “Ano ba yan, pati cinemas talagang pinatulan niyo.” Okay I giggled a bit, but my giggle turned into a smirk then to a collision of my eyebrows. Why? Well, apparently, the ad shown wasn’t just this mobile broadband. There came other ads that I do not care to remember. I think there were seven (7) of them. Yes. ALL TVCs. There was only one trailer shown and all the rest were ADS. Hello CINEMA MODERATORS? Is this a new trend of yours to include TVCs of products your watchers hardly care about? We expect to see what’s coming up for us to know the next movie that we will watch with you. Of course watching a trailer on the big screen has way better impact than seeing it in Youtube. Has your big screens been morphed to a blown up flat screen TV with cable? (Dolby surround effect of this cinema house is substandard.)

AND IT GETS EVEN WORSE

Yes worse. To cut it short, our home’s 2 horse power AC is WAY BETTER than what this cinema can offer. I felt like there was a blackout (good thing my mom had a fan with her). How is the 300 bucks we paid for? DAMN. Don’t tell us that there could just be more people inside the cinema that’s why it feels like it’s only carbon dioxide circulating inside the room. Your movie houses are built to accommodate 400 people (everyone was seated) right? What, were the people taking this 730PM screening generated more body heat to defeat the supposed-to-be coldness that your AC’s are required to emit? DAMN.

I WILL NOT WATCH IN THIS MOVIE HOUSE FOR THE NEXT MONTH. It’s up to you (readers) if you will recommend this to your friends (you may have an idea what movie house I’m talking about). All I want is for all this bad experiences to dissipate. The whole cinema tainted my much-awaited moment of watching HP’s last.

AND ABOUT THE MOVIE

Honestly? So-so. I do not like it that much, and I don’t dislike it either. I think I set my bars too high. What I’ve seen was almost the same with what I imagined. I expected the movie to be more visually appealing since this is the last of the franchise (I’m pertaining to how the movie was made). All the important points (for me) are there. In terms to how the movie was presented, there are just I think 2 or 3 two-second scenes that quite added to the heaviness of the storyline and I felt like some scenes would have been better if there are other sounds (effects or music) that may be heard apart from the voices of the people conversing.

Overall, the movie is good (and Harry, my all-time crush, is just better. Haha). The 3D feel of the entire movie is excellent (for me). Seeing the movie for a second time? I think I may fall asleep. But who knows? It may depend on the movie house I’ll be in.

“Tell me one last thing,” said Harry. “Is this real? Or has this been happening inside my head?”

“Of course it is happening inside your head, Harry, but why on earth should that mean that it is not real?” --Dumbledore

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Worry Not.

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and i am sooooo looking forward to see the finale of this legend.. :)

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"Growing starts ...from YOURSELF."

-good words from a very good friend... thank you soooo much Mhay! you've awaken the sleeping "me" once more... ♥

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The Power of Scribbles & Doodles

Scratch papers. Sketches. Doodle pads.

All of these are trash on the first glance. Writings going in all sorts of directions. Drawings of unknown creature from another dimension.

When was the last time you doodled?

When was the last time you've drawn weird diagrams or written pointless sentences?

I tell you. Keep it.

Those are priceless.

These scribbles and doodles are your ideas waiting to be turned into something special, something unique, something that is you. You'll never know. This may earn you a fortune.

As I rummage through my previous scratch papers (yes, I did not dispose them and intentionally hid them in the pile of papers in our filing cabinet), it came to me how driven I was before. How enthusiastic I was in what I was doing that I came up with all sort of studies just to come up with a good material. It's very fulfilling to see how previous squares and lines has turned into a glance-stealing art (well, I consider my simple infographics as an art).

Keeping the pages where you wrote your mind off is a must. It's a pain to just feed brilliant ideas to the soil (or maybe to the river or to Manila Bay or wherever else the garbage goes).

Your spur-of-the-moments thoughts are precious so don't put it to a waste. These stuff can be useful to you in the future.

And that's what I'm trying to do now. Relive my passion. Renew my eagerness to finish the task that I must do. These scratch papers has suddenly sparked my right brain side to work out and start functioning again.

The power of scribbles and doodles is simply ..powerful. :)

*I really wanted to share snapshots of my doodles and the doodles-processed-into-photoshop but its not up for public viewing yet. I'll update this post once these stuff are safe to be released already. :)

  Keep doodling! :)

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I wanted to stop being a fan of horoscopes, but I can't help but share how the stuff outlined in this link truly describe my personality.

Check it out and see if this one fits you too. :)

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i crave!!

Source: ffoodd: Não precisa fazer sentido, é chocolate. (Willy Wonka) (by ygordutra)

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"We need not to worry about the FUTURE nor be lonely about the PAST, what you need to take care of is the PRESENT."

-inspiring words from an awesome friend. thank you sooo much for reminding me Beth G. :)

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monotony.

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"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. "

  I'm bored. Super bored.

  Nothing beats the feeling of being useless, insignificant, stagnant. Staring at my window for roughly 3 hours is torture. My mind is processing. My mind pushes me to think of other stuff that I can do, but I can't seem to find anything else that's related to my barn. No more, no less.

  How I miss the days that I want to stop the clock from ticking just to accomplish my daily targets. How I wish I could be again in the days where I have a lot of items in my to-do list waiting to be checked. How I wish I am significant again, doing significant stuff with a significant purpose.

  I feel so empty. I feel so idle. I feel so worthless.

  I feel guilty. I want to leave. I want to stay at my den instead, and surf the world.

  But I have to stay. I need to. The green hat leprechaun is here. If I encumber in my den for years, the more I wouldn't be reaching anywhere.

  Or would I?

  At the moment, I am in a thin line between insanity and extreme idleness. Now I can foresee how it feels to be in an asylum. Now I can foresee how it feels to be on a house arrest. No, it's not a product of a punishment nor a place to be mentally cured. It's supposed to be a place for growth, for learning, for development. But it's not. This is torture.

  Torture because I am not used to this. Torture because I feel so deprived. Torture because I feel so unused. Torture because I know I am not growing, I am not learning, I am not the person I am capable of becoming. I am wasting time. Precious time.

  Okay. I can sense. This narrative is getting pointless. Forgive my disorganized thoughts. This is the state of my mind now. I just want to express how deeply disappointed I am with the days I'm having. With the supposed growth I should be in.

  With my self.

  I have a lot of expectations, but things did not turn out the way I expect it to be.

I have a lot of desires, but my current capabilities are not enough to fill in those desires.

I have a lot of wishes and dreams, but the doors and windows for its fulfillment are not opened... Yet.

  I know I have to be patient. I know I have to hang on. I know I have to trust. I know I need to have faith.

  But does all things need to end up in merely "knowing"? No. One must act on it. I should act on it. I admit its quite hard, but I have to act on it.

  Patience.

Persistence.

Trust.

Faith.

    Here I am again. Staring on a blank square window. Waiting for time to pass. Waiting for the bell to ring. Waiting.

  How long should I wait?

  "Patience is a virtue. "

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