hello sunshine

I was reading my past entries and in some way it oddly drew a sneer on my face. I read about my dripping insanity and all the doubts I constantly write about. I vaguely remember having this detailed anguish boldly screaming on every phrase that I wrote. My world has been insanely horrible consuming my head with rooms for helplessness. But lately I don’t feel the same way.

I feel different. Some of these sores have been healed and forgotten. I read about holes that weren’t patched but time healed it for me. I read about shallow stuffs that I embarrassingly overreacted on. I read about serious stuffs that really stabbed me deep and I’m glad that I can just laugh and comfortably talk about it now.

Something might have swept these pasts and thrust me into the present. I frequently write about my uncertainties exposing my vulnerability as a friend or as a student. But something kept my head away from all these.

I know this feeling is temporary. This is just how life works. Maybe next week or sooner I’ll be again writing sentences drawn from anguish and soreness and we never know. We should just continue life without a fear of feeling pain. Live with expectations of flying and likewise be open to the possibilities of falling. Live on how life works. Like Aaliyah said: dust yourself off and try again. Life won’t be that corny with these harsh falls.

a very clever one

the sun-baked lad

It’s funny when people’s tastes could change some time when they didn’t like it then and now they badly love it. Last year, I was boldly defending my stand on how I disgust the summer sun. I wasn’t able to experience summer along the shore so I abhorrently hate the sun with bitterness. But now it’s me who ends up eating my own words.

I love the sun! I love the beach! I’ve been to the beach more often this summer and my sunburn could tell. I’ve been to ilocos, pangasinan and just this weekend in batangas. I’m sick of my pale skin. As I watch the quite sea, I laid my back on the sloping shore and let the sun bake my pale white skin. I spent the whole weekend basking in the sun and merely relaxing. So.. I can say I had a good weekend.

I was so fuckin' stupid for bringing my SLR without its batteries. But I still have a very few pictures to share taken from my 2.0 megapixel camera phone:

SpiderMan 3

I like the spiderman movies more than the other comicbook adaptations. But spiderman 3 left me with disappointment. Too many villains, too many pale plot strings, too many conversations, in short, this movie is a mess. There was so much story that there was no story at all. I thought the first part of the movie was good. The intense aerial battle and street chase were good giving enough actions scenes and stunning visuals.

The movie turned into a mess as the characters emotionally struggle with certain issues. Every character showed their sensitive side weeping like soap opera stars oddly rerouting the movie off of its supposedly mood. Large chunks of the film are just plain goofy and ridiculous. It has too many unnecessary scenes scattering in different directions wasting their money on needless minutes. The movie fell short in fitting its pieces properly leaving audience with uninteresting bits.

The previous spiderman films were well-made with perfect pieces of fun and entertainment. But this final installment was a failure. Last year it was X-men 3 and now Spiderman 3. They say good things come in threes… well, I guess not this time. These two final movie installments are so far the worst for me.