Saturday, May 18, 2013

finding the yellow umbrella

Sometimes, I get emotional, without understanding the reason or the cause of it. And sometimes, it feels "painful", for lack of word, just knowing that one of your favorite TV series will end. I know, it's silly. But I guess my lack of attachment (rather, expression) to other people is, ironically, my excessive attachment to inanimate things, like a TV show.

I am one who really abhor spoilers. I don't even want to know how people assess the latest films, even without mentioning details. A simple, "maganda yung movie", irritates me. I want to watch every film, every show, without any expectation.

And now, I learned, through the Internet, that the next season of How I Met Your Mother (a descendant of the great Friends), will be its ninth and final season. Since 2005, the series has been showing and giving me laughs. It's almost a decade of story-telling and finding the one true love. Heck, Barney's ridiculous stories, and codes, even how to buy gold bars, and ultimately, get into a girl's pants, are never tiring. Even Robin's love life. Even Lily and Marshall's unique, made-in-heaven, relationship.

I still remember still watching everyday, even on finals week, just to catch up. I can't get enough of it. And now, it's about to end.

I still remember times when I muse about how much I love Ted Mosby, or rather, how much I want to be with someone like him. That hopeless romantic, intelligent, Star Wars geek guy, with attractive puppy eyes. I hope I get to be the girl with the yellow umbrella. He should be the ideal man. (Although I am also overly attracted to that selfish, rugged, love-stricken Damon Salvatorre, who happens to be very handsome, and very romantic in a peculiar kind of way.)

I am gonna miss How I Met when it's gone. I miss it now.

(Sadly, Dexter will also be on its last season.)

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

Guitar mom

Like all mother-daughter relationships, we have our shares of misunderstandings and fights, from light to serious ones. Neither one backs down. I guess I got that stubbornness from you (or for having the same zodiac). It is a welcome change that, today, we have tamed down... And now, there are more understanding, giving, and laughing... And eating out!

Mommy, we have been through tough times. And there are times when you have shown your moment of weakness, but in my heart, I know that it would be just temporary. Because you are strong. And stubborn. And I got those from you.

By the way, I am so proud that you can play the guitar, and that I can't. It's your thing, and I love it!

(But can you teach me some time? I'll get an appliance lift, and move over my piano. I never loved it anyway. Guitar is cooler!)


There is neither happiness nor misery in the world; there is only the comparison of one state with another, nothing more. He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of living.
- Excerpt from The Count of Monte of Cristo

And indeed, comparison is a huge word. People compare on every thing.  Is my dress fancier than yours?  Does my la flor dominicana taste finer than that of the new guy in Americana? Or have I been left behind or have moved forward? Nothing wrong with comparing, only if it will not drive you despair. The better question is, what will I do with what I have?