January 4th (The Post I Had Trouble Finishing)

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I started writing this post last Friday, but was distracted with fangirling over kpop boys other stuff. Also, since it was already 11 by then, my brain isn’t functioning lucidly as I would’ve hoped it would. And I wanted to tell a cohesive and comprehensive story to the best of my ability (coming from a self-confessed bad storyteller), so I thought: might as well continue this tomorrow. That carried over to Sunday. That will probably be posted now on Monday Tuesday Sunday, January 27th. Side note: I want to discourage you from reading this lengthy diary entry, so I’m making it extra long.

I was originally going to write about One More Try, a movie entry into Metro Manila Film Festival because I watched it today, but I don’t think I’d be able to compose a proper review. You see, my companion kept making side comments and asking me irrelevant and random things, that I gave up focusing on the emotions the film is trying to invoke and just concentrated on getting through the movie. Eh.

Instead of talking about that movie alone, I’m gonna talk about my day instead.

I woke up at around 9:30 a.m. For me this information is significant, because CJ (a good friend of mine, will probably talk about him one of these days) and I wanted to watch a movie, and he we picked the earliest screening time (which was around 11:40 a.m.). A few days ago I asked my mom for permission, and she insisted that I watch specifically on Friday, so I obliged. Anyway, when I came down the stairs to brush my teeth, I reminded my mom of this. She looked preoccupied, and was busy washing the dishes. She told me that I should forgo my earlier plans and switch to watching the movie the next day, so I can watch it with my cousins (who are coming at Saturday and staying at our place until Tuesday). Also, she said that some of my dad’s office mates are having dinner at our house, coming from a wake nearby – so it’s going to be more convenient if there are extra helping hands. When I said that I’m going with CJ, her expression changed. I don’t know how to describe it, but it gave me the feeling that she doesn’t want me to go all the more. I told her I couldn’t change my plans that quickly; she argued that I didn’t tell her beforehand that I’m going with someone (admittedly, I didn’t; she got used to me watching movies alone). She then assigned me the chore of ironing curtains. When I saw the bulk of it, I complained that I wouldn’t be able to finish in time.

And so, my prediction was right. It took me 20 minutes to get through one piece of curtain; there were eight pieces stacked beside me. And my mom asked me to get more. It was already 10:30 but I have yet to finish ironing the third curtain; by then I was hurrying. My mom took over after she finished whatever she was doing downstairs (I was in the second floor), so I thought I was out of the chore… but then she asked me to replace the curtains in our living room. Which ultimately took a lot of my time; by 11:20 I was only done with one window, the curtains for the other one not yet ironed. I said this to my mom, and her reply was ‘So what?’. I was surprised at the sharp comeback, but luckily she let me go a few minutes later. I looked at the clock: 11:23 a.m. Shit. It would take me at least 10 minutes to get to the mall (with minimal traffic interruption), leaving me an extra seven minutes before the movie starts (which I have to fit in bathing + getting dressed + prepped). Even though it’s not a date, it’s still a girl’s nightmare. I enter panic mode. In the end, I made CJ wait for 30 minutes with the tickets in hand ( he arrived at the mall at around 11:30-ish, based on his text). I jokingly said that I made him miss the scene where Dingdong’s butt was shown :)) Honestly, though I read a lot of raves about the film from friends and critics, I felt that the sex scenes were too much. Every other scene was a sex scene involving the main characters -_- Among the four people, I think Zanjoe was the only one who didn’t get any action. Well, if you count the semi-rape scene he had with Angel, maybe so. But that only deserves half a point. And his kissing scenes were chaste… poor guy. As for Dingdong, well, I believe he took the role partly because of the asses he’s getting. I initially thought it’ll be awkward between the two of us, but we got through it. Probably because as I’ve mentioned earlier, we didn’t really immerse ourselves into the story. Plus we went in thirty minutes after the film started. (Note: I was surprised with Angelica’s butt-biting scene. Never in a million years would I have predicted that that was what my friend was talking about when she mentioned Dingdong’s butt.)

Afterwards, we chatted for a bit over lunch and caught up with what each other has been busy with. I can’t really tell the details of our conversation here, since some of them are confidential, but let’s just say some of our speculations were proven true. Then we wandered for a bit, me buying chocolates (yipee!) and we were off. Back in the movie house he and his friend were bothering me because his phone’s battery is drained. That friend (also my high school classmate) got my number because CJ called me using his phone the night before. I thought something fishy was going on when CJ requested that we watch the movie on the first slot available; I expected him to suggest watching towards the afternoon and then having dinner at our place, just like the last time. Well, maybe not the dinner; it was awkward for him because he was kidding and I took him seriously, my dad even making him drink a few. But I digress. Back to the fishy thing, I immediately thought that he has plans in the afternoon. And I was right; when I asked him about it, he did admit that he made plans the same day we agreed on watching the movie, him together with our high school batchmates. One of his friends suggested inviting me over, but I told CJ that I’d just feel out of place as I’m not really part of their circle of friends; later he told me that he thought the same way and already declined the offer for me. In hindsight, this bothered me, but then again his hunch was right about my reaction so why bother pondering about it?

The afternoon was spent preparing for dinner. It was pretty chaotic, with my mom firing errands all at the same time and then herself going off to buy more ingredients. I think that was the most rushed dinner my parents have ever thrown. What’s funnier is that my dad texted my mom that they’re on their way… a minute before the arrived at our house. Go figure. We ended up feeding them seafood first, grilling the barbecue while they’re eating. Then they started singing. My dad loves music, so ever since I can remember we always had a home theater system in our home. Whenever he entertains guests, he turns on the karaoke system and makes everyone sing to their heart’s content. Even before dinner started everyone was excited hearing each other sing, and they were playfully teasing each other about it. However, when they began everyone was reluctant to sing. So I started it off by singing “Because You Loved Me”, to get the mood going. Swear, after that I don’t know what happened but they started volunteering and lining up for song selection. I was expectant, with all the talk I’ve heard earlier in the night, but then… I shouldn’t have expected much. There were off-key, screeching sounds that even my mom can’t hold back her laughter to. You get the picture. I didn’t want to listen to the mayhem anymore so I headed up the stairs and started writing this journal. Which was only published a few weeks later.

After all the trouble of writing this, I don’t feel accomplished. Added to that the dilemma of ending this piece. Let’s just end it on the note that I had an interesting day.

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