Dory: No. No, you can’t… STOP. Please don’t go away. Please? No one’s ever stuck with me for so long before. And if you leave… if you leave… I just, I remember things better with you. I do, look. P. Sherman, forty-two… forty-two… I remember it, I do. It’s there, I know it is, because when I look at you, I can feel it. And-and I look at you, and I… and I’m home. Please… I don’t want that to go away. I don’t want to forget.
Marlin: I’m sorry, Dory. But I… do.
Dalawang araw na lang. Parang .. hahahaha! Itatawa ko na lang ito. Kasi, tipong alam ko naman tas go pa rin tas eto na tayo ngayon. Hay nako. Yan. “Yan ang napapala kapag pinapanalo mo ang puso.” Tangenang puso. Traydor. Pero, sige. Okay lang kunwari tayo, kahit tagilid na mag-isip. ‘Sus naman. Mas malupit naman siguro ang mga napagdaanan ko kaysa ito. So bakit nagkakaganito? Reaction lang. Shempre, nasanay tapos mawawala. Ganun lang yun. Mawawala din ang pakiramdam ng pangangailangan. Kailangan lang magkaroon ng panibagong bagay na mapapagtuonan ng pansin. Para hindi doon parating nakatingin. Para hindi iyon parati ang iniisip. Hindi naman siguro mahirap yun, diba? Ngayon lang yan masakit/mahirap. Mawawala din ito. Pagkatapos ng ilang linggo o ilang buwan, parang panaginip na lang ang lahat. Napapaiyak lang naman ako tuwing babalikan ko ang tanong ko kung bakit napakadaling palitan ako tas ako, na wala namang ginawa kundi ang tama, andito, naghihirap, nasasaktan. Pero kapag hindi ko binabalikan ang tanong na yun, okay lang ako. Mahirap nga lang kalimutan ang tanong kasi mag-isa ka lang. Mag-isa lang ngayon, bukas, sa makalawa, sa sunod na linggo, sa sunod na buwan, sa susunod na taon. Mag-isa. Parating mag-isa.
Tiffy’s exchange with a gas attendant.
Which, in turn, reminded me of a lunch incident a couple of weeks back. Unhelpful Git and I were dining at Pancake House. We both ordered the meal “Perfect Match”. A 20-minute wait later, the waiter comes along just as we were at the point of starving. He carried two plates of Perfect Match in his tray.
Waiter: 2 Perfect Match meals?
Unhelpful Git and Uneditedmara (in unison): Yes!
Waiter walks away.
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Calloused. Heartless. Exuberant. You carry the heavy burden of informing children that they are adopted by jumping out of their birthday cake. A difficult task, but somebody must break the news to children on their only day of happiness.
When people talk, I try to listen. Especially when it’s about my child.
Disclaimer: This scene happened a few months ago. Remember this post? It has something to do with that.
Scene: INT. Down in The Valley.
The Nanny and Izzy have gone to visit over the weekend.
Isabella has come down with a fever.
The Nanny knocks on Teh Douchebag’s room.
The Nanny: Hey, Douchebag. (Wouldn’t it be awfully funny if she did call him that?)
The Nanny: Isabella’s got a fever again. (Ergo, cannot sleep straight through the night. Poor baby.)
Teh Douchebag: Don’t worry. My dad’s gonna be up in a few hours.
Ano raw? (He said whut?!) I think I forgot my calm-the-fuck-down pills today.
I used to have a teacher in highschool who we joked would never get married. She wasn’t ugly or mean or anything. She was just .. proper. Proper, not the point of prudishness. But she was the kind of woman that you brought home to mom, not to some seedy motel. All the girls would ask her opinion on boyfriends and if God allowed such things. She said that she’s been praying for God’s partner for her. And that was all she did. As a highschool student, just entering puberty, this did not seem the most exciting story. But every year, some newbie would ask the same question about relationships and such and she’d always answer the same thing, she’s praying for him.
I lived in a small town and if you so much as looked at a boy, it’d be on the rumor mill hours later. Not even after highschool did I ever hear that she had a boyfriend or anything. Years ago, I heard she moved to the US to work there. I was happy for her. (Being a teacher in my school is a crap job only a masochist would take.) And then I heard that she finally had a boyfriend. He was a pastor of a small congregation, I believe. And then a year after that, they got married. I looked her up in Friendster and said my congratulations. She asked about my life and that was that. And then minutes ago, I just saw that she had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl.
Okay .. so everything we thought was crazy with her, all the waiting and asking and waiting and then waiting some more and then the waiting with a side order of waiting … worked. And things happened for her in the right order. She met a man. She married that man. She had a child by that man. She did life right.
Contrary to what my head is telling me, my heart is jealous. So much so that it’s made me sad, in the truest sense of the word.
.. slash movie musical review.
I loved Mama Mia! It was ghey! It was fhey! It was a rainbow-colored festival of drag queens, feathered boas, and shimmery clothes! Teh Irish and I thoroughly enjoyed ourselves. While the Ungrateful Git HATED it. He tore the damn thing to pieces. *shrugs* Just goes to show you the world of difference.
Yes, the production value was crap. Yes, some of the casting was off and couldn’t carry a friggin’ tune. Yes, Pierce Brosnan looked pained when singing. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have fun with the awkwardness of it all. I live for the awkward moments, on the big screen and in real life. And yes, you come away with an LSS that makes you .. happy. I’m not taking this movie seriously because I don’t think that’s what the people behind this meant for it to be. Lighten up. Have fun. Go see a musical. And just for one night, be gay — ABBA ghey.
The song post isn’t particularly my favorite in the entire movie, but .. I dunno .. I just wanted a reason to post. (This one’s for you, Freddie)
I’ve seen you twice
In a short time
Only a week since we started
It seems to me
For every time
I’m getting more open-hearted
Your smile and the sound of your voice
And the way you see through me
Got a feeling, you give me no chioce
But it means a lot to me
So I wanna know
What’s the name of the game?
Does it mean anything to you?
What’s the name of the game?
Can you feel it the way I do?
Tell me please
‘Cause I have to know
I’m a bashful child
Beginning to grow
And you make me talk
And you make me feel
And you make me show
What I’m trying to conceal
If I trust in you
Would you let me down?
Would you laugh at me
If I said I care for you?
Could you feel the same way too?
I wanna know
What’s the name of the game
Can you feel it the way I do?
Tell me please
‘Cause I have to know
I’m a curious child
Beginning to grow
And you make me talk
And you make me feel
And you make me show
What I’m trying to conceal
If I trust in you
Would you let me down?
Would you laugh at me
If I said I care for you?
Could you feel the same way too?
I wanna know
The name of the game
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