I was badly ranting to watch The Devil Wears Prada. In fact, I'm dying to watch this flick.
I have been for several days and for some weird occurences, I just could not make it to the moviehouse. First, I was not able to beat a 7:30 showing on Wednesday. Second, there were no more seats for a last full show on Friday and so on and so forth.
Yesterday, Edzel and I were set to watch an 830 showing at Eastwood. We were about to leave the house when the rain poured. We decided to wait and let it stop since I obviously, as useless as usual, got no umbrella. We hitched on one stick of smokes. As soon as we sat down the porch, the rain stopped. I scrimped on and gloated as I literally dragged him out of the gate. As soon as I stepped out on the pavement, the rain poured again. Ahh, damn luck...
I was feeling really weird. Something is wrong. I pretty much think that my intuition is pretty strong and so my first instinct was to call home. I called my dad and there was no answer. I called my mom -- no answer still. I called my youngest sister and after several rings, she answered. I asked her what they are doing and making kumusta blah blah and she said that she was making her assignments. And then, my mom suddenly voiced out on the other line.
"Day, musta ka na?" She sounded panicky.
"Ok lang, ngaa haw?" (Ok lang, bakit?)
"Ngaa nawag ka man?" (Bat ka napatawag?)
"Lain manawag haw?" I said jokingly. (Bakit masama ba?)
"Text taka dugay-dugay. Ari di si Tita mo Neneng. 50-50 na daw si Tito mo Nonong."(Text kita mamya. Andito si Tita Neneng mo. 50-50 na daw si Tito Nonong)
"Ahhh... ok. Cge balitai nyo lang ko." (Sige, balitaan nyo nalang ako) I slumped on the wall. The blood must have drained on my face coz Edzel was asking me what was wrong. And I just said that everything is okay.
We still went to Eastwood. I wanted to get some fresh air too and try to shake the shock from my system. Everything's gonna be alright, I told myself.
As we were waiting for the opening of the cinema, I got another text from my dad. "Your tito passed away already. Your lola is here since last week."
I felt a heavy lump on my throat as I felt my whole body trembling. Lola... it is her birthday tomorrow and her favorite son died today... How would she carry on? FOr the first time since I got here, I wanted so bad, so super duper bad to go home...
The movie passed by like some fleeting i dont knows... I tried to escape the harsh reality of the moment.
As Edzel and I went home, I felt all the heaviness of the moment fall on me. I hugged my baby 21-year-old pillow (the only thing that reminds me of home) and cried and cried. Edzel was there, hugging me all the while also, saying nothing at all. -- He was just there comforting me. I cried my soul last nite.. and I guess there is more to come.. I am so much in limbo...
The Devil does not wear Prada.. He still is the hideous Grim Reaper...
I have been for several days and for some weird occurences, I just could not make it to the moviehouse. First, I was not able to beat a 7:30 showing on Wednesday. Second, there were no more seats for a last full show on Friday and so on and so forth.
Yesterday, Edzel and I were set to watch an 830 showing at Eastwood. We were about to leave the house when the rain poured. We decided to wait and let it stop since I obviously, as useless as usual, got no umbrella. We hitched on one stick of smokes. As soon as we sat down the porch, the rain stopped. I scrimped on and gloated as I literally dragged him out of the gate. As soon as I stepped out on the pavement, the rain poured again. Ahh, damn luck...
I was feeling really weird. Something is wrong. I pretty much think that my intuition is pretty strong and so my first instinct was to call home. I called my dad and there was no answer. I called my mom -- no answer still. I called my youngest sister and after several rings, she answered. I asked her what they are doing and making kumusta blah blah and she said that she was making her assignments. And then, my mom suddenly voiced out on the other line.
"Day, musta ka na?" She sounded panicky.
"Ok lang, ngaa haw?" (Ok lang, bakit?)
"Ngaa nawag ka man?" (Bat ka napatawag?)
"Lain manawag haw?" I said jokingly. (Bakit masama ba?)
"Text taka dugay-dugay. Ari di si Tita mo Neneng. 50-50 na daw si Tito mo Nonong."(Text kita mamya. Andito si Tita Neneng mo. 50-50 na daw si Tito Nonong)
"Ahhh... ok. Cge balitai nyo lang ko." (Sige, balitaan nyo nalang ako) I slumped on the wall. The blood must have drained on my face coz Edzel was asking me what was wrong. And I just said that everything is okay.
We still went to Eastwood. I wanted to get some fresh air too and try to shake the shock from my system. Everything's gonna be alright, I told myself.
As we were waiting for the opening of the cinema, I got another text from my dad. "Your tito passed away already. Your lola is here since last week."
I felt a heavy lump on my throat as I felt my whole body trembling. Lola... it is her birthday tomorrow and her favorite son died today... How would she carry on? FOr the first time since I got here, I wanted so bad, so super duper bad to go home...
The movie passed by like some fleeting i dont knows... I tried to escape the harsh reality of the moment.
As Edzel and I went home, I felt all the heaviness of the moment fall on me. I hugged my baby 21-year-old pillow (the only thing that reminds me of home) and cried and cried. Edzel was there, hugging me all the while also, saying nothing at all. -- He was just there comforting me. I cried my soul last nite.. and I guess there is more to come.. I am so much in limbo...
The Devil does not wear Prada.. He still is the hideous Grim Reaper...
