No More RomComs

Romantic Comedies. Yeesh. Don't even get me started.
Fine, so this rant was inspired when my cousin watched a Tagalog love story. I rolled my eyes at first, but when the sad music started playing at the part when the couple splits, I hate to admit that my eyes got a little teary. Emphasis on a little.

The sad, sad truth is, I'm still not over him. Sure, I'm moving forward—I'm not stuck in the same place as I was four months ago. However, there are still times when sadness and reality overwhelm me, when I get this painful ache in my chest, when all I want is to see him, talk to him, hold him.

I'm beginning to suspect that RomComs trigger these reactions. Every single time I watch one, I end up in a state of depression.

But I can't stop watching.The movies I like to watch are usually love stories: 500 Days of Summer, Notting Hill, 50 First Dates. Not even Kill Bill, one of my favorite non-RomCom movies, can escape the love angle (I personally am fascinated by the love-hate relationship between Bill and Beatrix, but I digress).

The point is—yes, I do have one—the unrealistic expectations of happy endings set by watching RomComs have made their way into my mind. I could not help but compare the onscreen couple's situation with my own, pathetic (and currently nonexistent) love life. Thoughts like, how come they were able to make it work? creep into my mind. I get LSS from the annoyingly catchy pop songs that play when the couple fall in love. My eyes get moist when I see the couple fall apart. I cheer silently when they reunite.

Dear god, I am such a sap!

Comfort(able) Zone

This is a continuation of my previous blog.

So, last week I stepped outta my comfort zone. It. Was. Awesome.

Maybe I'd completely forgotten how easy it was to be with my high school friends, because before the party, I was anxious as hell. I was like, what if I feel left out? What if I get bored while all my classmates are having fun? What if, what if?

As I went to the resort, I mentally told myself to shut the fuck up. I will have fun if I have to kill myself doing it. If all else fails, I assured myself, there will be alcohol.

As it turned out, I had completely forgotten how easy it was to be with my classmates. Self-consciousness took a nosedive as I hugged friends I missed for months, and laughed and joked around.

When I went home, I thanked myself for not taking the tried-and-tested Mikaela routine of weaseling out.

2010 is off to a pretty awesome start, don'tcha think?

(un)Comfort(able) Zone

It's my friend's eighteenth birthday tomorrow, and I'm apprehensive about going to her overnight pool party.

We're friends, but we don't exactly run in the same social circles. We hang out with very different people, and she invited her friends, who I'm not exactly chums with, even though we were classmates (sue me, I'm really not friendly).

After some serious thought, I decided to go. Hell, it's only for ten hours. I can be social for less than half a day... I think.
Besides, I swore to myself that 2010 would be a different year. If I keep doing the same things, it won't get me anywhere. I figure, it's time to break outta my comfort zone.

So, my schedule is looking a bit full.

I wished for a busy social life, and hot damn, did I get it. Here's a peek at my schedule:

Tuesday, Intramuros pictorial with YC Buddies, then PE in the afternoon.
Wednesday, I'll be meeting My Love in the morning to take the LRT together.
Thursday, I'll wait for Mcflirty for two hours so I can treat her to lunch/merienda/dinner. Huh. Lugi ako dun, ah.
Friday, I'll be in Gateway with Yeah. Then I might swing by Ivory to have a nomo session.
Saturday, I'll be in IJA to watch the Field Demonstration (which might turn out to be interesting, considering the ongoing war between the seniors there and a former classmate of mine). Then I'll attend Kirstie's overnight birthday pool party.

The week after that Saturday is Prelim Week.
I think I've chosen a really bad time to be a gimikera.