Adventureland

Watching Adventureland makes me believe that love can fix anything; that everything will be alright for as long as you are inlove with someone who actually loves you back. It gives me hope that someday, and I hope this does not take that long, I will be able to meet someone I can fall in love with inspite of the person's imperfections. When I write imperfections, that includes the person's past - which could turn out to be as dark as you can imagine. You will love that person because there's nothing that would feel right other than doing so.

leaving

They took the same way when they went home after rendering post shift over time for four hours. Both felt wasted from over working. Although, in reality, they did not do anything for the entire four hours other than waiting for their shift to end. They were silent while walking side by side on the sidewalk. Only the sound of the passing cars kept the awkwardness of their silence from being noticed.

When are you leaving?, John asked.

On the 7th, he replied.

They went on walking.

Why are you leaving anyway?

Because of you, he joked.

This is all your fault. Then he smiled when he saw John smiled.

Then they were silent again for a few minutes.

Is it?, John asked when they were about to part ways. John will have to cross the street to get a cab home.

I'm sorry?

Is it? Is it really my fault?

He just smiled and hailed a taxi.

Don't be late tomorrow, he said and went inside the cab.

The taxi went off. He looked back and saw John still standing on the same spot where he left him. John's image was vague from a distance, but he was certain that the man standing on that very spot is the man he fell in love to.

on sedaris

I have been reading some of Sedaris' works that were featured on The New Yorker. I can't help but admire the man's craft. His ability to express what it is he expresses defines him as a person. And he does express himself in such a way that touches one's heart, and awakens one's love and respect for literature. His language is easy on the eyes. He grabs one's attention by his prose.

Is he really, like, gay?

status: complicated

Funny when we notice how people complicate things. We always have a say on what should be or should have been done, and what should have not been done at all. We tend to act learned. Experts. But when the situation strikes and we find ourselves a part of the complication, we forget. And when advised to keep things simple, we tend to think they don't understand. It's complicated, we tell them. Just like in love, the more you fall to it, the comlicated it gets. We still love inspite of this. It hurts, yes. So what?

love is.

He is rather early for work today. As a matter of fact, he is three hours early. He buys a pack of cigar at a convenient store located on the ground floor, just beside the entrance of their office. Office. Such a funny word to describe the place where he is working at. At least for him it is. He decides to go straight up to the roof deck. What a great way to start the day than damaging your lungs some more, he thinks. He takes one stick and lights it up.

His heart starts beating really fast when he recognizes the person approaching him. It's M. He got this thing for the guy. And M knows it. M is the code he uses at the office so that not everybody would know who it is he has a crush on.

M lights his cigarette up and puffs the first smoke in a manner so seductive he can kill someone by it. But it is not M intention to seduce him. Or anybody for that matter. That he knows.

Why are you here so early, M asks.

To see you, he replies. Then they both laugh.

Seriously, he added after awhile.

The subtlety of how he expresses what's real, as they both know it, makes them laugh again.

duplicity.

The first scene was so beautiful. We see Tom Wilkinson and Paul Giamatti, shouting at each other at first then on a fist fight. Then I realized Elwsit photographed it. Robert Elswit is one of the many people I truly admire. He knows what he is doing, and he is doing it with such brilliance. I wonder if I can be that kind of person. Someone who is sure with what he wants (to do) and can do it with a heart. With love. With passion. I wonder when it will happen to me, or if it will ever happen at all.

about M.

I have not written anything in here in a long time. Been so into Facebook and Twitter lately, so I sort of not been able to find time to blog. And there's M. The reason why I am so eager to go to work everyday inspite the fact that I despise what I do there. If only I have been able to find the time, I would have written so many entries by now. All about M. That would probably bore others, including myself. But that would be the most honest I can get. Ever. I'm thinking record-breaking.