Familiarity is Security? Not!

Never thought that I'd miss my messy desk at the office.
Funny how you yearn for all the dull routines when you're on new grounds.


-Crb, 26 June 2007-

Fantastic 25

Jessica Alba is back!

Unfortunately, she’s decided to tie the knot and the lucky groom is Mr. Fantastic. Not bad for a geek.
I went to see the Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer with a bunch of friends. Actually, ‘a bunch’ was thoroughly an understatement; ‘a mob’ was more appropriate. There were 25 of us, all were eager to see Alba in tight. Well, maybe that last statement applied to me only.

Anyway, armed with popcorns, peanuts, fries, and all sorts of sugar-spiked liquid, we conquered a quarter of the available breathing space in the studio. Pandemonium almost ensued when some of the guys started hurling popcorns at each other, but hard, disapproving stares from people around gave us a harsh reminder that we were grown-ups albeit in a crowded room gaping at some comic superheroes.

The movie was okay, and I am not going to dwell on the plot. The bottom line, I was thrilled as we were breaking my personal record for nonton bareng. These days, it’s not easy to assemble a group of friends to have some fun, let alone a throng of self-proclaimed busy narcissists. Afterwards, we made a vow to break the freshly-achieved Fantastic 4 record with Shrek 3, coming soon to theaters unwise enough to admit us.

An Inevitable Course Into Senility

Happy birthday to me, myself and I.

Until death do us part.

Smitten and Crestfallen (The One that Got Away)

Did you ever feel like holding something precious within the grasp of your hand…?

It was so precious, yet it was something you'd already taken for granted.

You were filled with hopes and expectations, were eager to fulfill, were ready to be happy. You were trembling with anticipation, trembling, shaking; your hands were shaking…

Stupid fool, didn’t you know that you were holding a handful of sand?

Didn’t you realize that you were gripping too tightly? That you were shaking too fervently, too eager, and thus the sand started slipping down your fingers…slipping away…slipping steadily like in an hourglass without a bottom bulb. Irreversible.

You were frantic. You clutched even tighter, prayed, pleaded, clasped that precious something close to the beat of your heart. Grim realization dawned that they kept slipping away, scattering, and started embracing the passing wind.

Resignedly, you opened up your palm…lingered the sand grain, remnants of memory short-lived. And you wondered, how did you fuck up?

Summary of the Long Weekend

On the sunny side:

• Completed Final Fantasy XII (never managed to obtain the Zodiac Spear, though) and switched to God of War II;

• Watched 88 Minutes, Déjà Vu, and rewatched three Big Arnie's old flicks;

• Started reading Koontz's Dragon Tears.

On the sticky side, I numbly watched as Drogba ruined our dream of Double. After a rather sluggish, disappointing 50-50 contest for more than 100 minutes or so, I was resigned to a penalty shoot-out to conclude the game. Out of nowhere, a beautifully executed one-two with Lampard allowed Drogba to clip the ball over van der Sar and hence sealed only the fourth FA Cup in Chelsea's history. Couldn't be helped, I guess. I have been procrastinating to post MU's ninth Premiership title to Double the savory victory, but one would have to do.

On to the next season, alors!