Let love bloom and spread like an epidemic to all mankind, for it is a wanted curse, which we have all asked for. It is just unfortunate that a vaccine sprayed on some keeps our love intact, thus depriving us of an object for it to be showered.
The Valentine month, the month of the Grammies, and of course and the month for the release of the long-awaited Sweet November, starring Keanu Reeves, and Charlize Theron.
As the year settles into second gear, I find that I am not as empty and floating as I was when it began. Then, I was just counting the days and watching them fly by in a daze, consumed by my own thoughts. Now, with Valentine’s day so close by---another Valentine’s without a bloke what else is new----I have flown metaphysically to a place where flowers bloom in the autumn and birds chirp to your ear every morning, wishing you well, and asking you to have a good day. This is my thought process every day unless I would lose my mind’s state and fall into a great depression out of walking the same paths I was sure I walked the previous year.
In between waiting for the release of Sweet November I busied myself by watching every single talk show, morning show or online chat conducted to promote the movie. They say when you lack love you tend to direct your energies---or in my case my obsessions---towards something else, and this time it was Keanu. I found myself staying up late one night just to see him on Leno answer a bunch of intrusive questions oblivious of the discontent expression shown on his face (e.g. do you sleep naked?) I am such a fried fanatic for the poor young man…that I tend to empathize with him unnecessarily.
My best friend who was supposed to come in January decided to schedule her trip to fall into the Sweet November weekend, Valentine’s Day weekend. We decided to have a blast one way or another, two dateless budding young ladies, feeding their obsessions on hunky movie stars (my friend’s personal favorite is Freddie Prinze Jnr) what could be more exciting than that. She picked me up on Saturday morning and we went together to grab the little fun that could be out there.
Well, it was fun what can I say, it's more upsetting when you come back to reality because it was one of those escapism weekends you didn't want to end.
Well, what did we do: we went to the mall, did some lingerie shopping at Victoria's secrets, and the CD store to stack up on my CD collection, and then picked out a birthday present for my sister. Hours later, we visited some relatives, played catch up on news on the people back home, took some pictures, and had spare time to call home too. Afterwards, it was dinner at Red Lobster of which we had to wait a whole hour for seats and everybody stared at us cos there were 4 whole girls without a single man between them but we didn't really care. Then we went home around 1 am bursting like cats who just swallowed oversize rats.
The next day we went to church for which I started to make passes at the handsome priest, (don’t ask why, he was handsome and I was in the goofy mood, enough said) and then we went for brunch at a local Chinese restaurant. We came home to change and watched some old home videos, just to set off Keanu hunting later in the evening a la Sweet November. We ogled and snickered at the back row of the theatre all through the movie, imagining what life would be like with a man like he, who doesn’t? I am quite sure that the old folk beside us might have thought the same thoughts too, only they were too engrossed in trying to figure out what the movie was about half the time to mutter a word of protest to our noise. Hence, we throttled home saddened and love struck by his presence---the film has that effect on you.
Then the high point happened on Sunday evening, when we went to a comedy club of which we got thrown out because we were improperly dressed in jeans and sweats, that didn’t matter because the jokes weren’t that funny either, and all the other “properly dressed” women were too busy checking us out, like we were about to steal their men. Then, we came home to a late dinner snack and discussed boys some more while we watched Autumn in New York.
That was basically it: 3 young ladies discussing men, (we are not that shallow we did talk about our future every now and again but I find that discussing the future can be so depressing and morbid especially when your primary aim is to relax) taking pictures, lots of pictures (my friend loves to take photos), and gossiping about every artist under the sun, and how much we would like to hang with them or just be them, if only for a day. It was groovy.
On my return, my sister decides to purchase a new computer, the old one seemed to be driving her nuts every time she logged on, and I couldn’t blame her. We had all been stuck in that slow download hell for quite some time, the worst part was that the right click button was not working so I could not save pictures...Aargh! Therefore, I thanked her profusely. Unfortunately, with the new computer installed, I start to experience a certain writing drought. The keys didn’t punch in nicely, a blank computer screen posed no encouragement, and the loss of some of my prior work in the old computer didn’t help either. I decide to catch up on my fan-fiction reading from the infamous Yahoogroup!
Movies I watched:
I suggest you read
fuller reviews from My Entertainment
Page, listed here are just sketches.
Award shows:
The month ended just
as unceremoniously as it began.