The Ring

"Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end. If not always in the way we expect it." (Luna Lovegood, HP)

This quote practically played back in my mind when I saw the ring that my mom gave me some few years back tucked in the deepest corner of my kikay kit.

Wow! I've been looking for the said ring for months now. I last saw the ring on the day of shobe's oathtaking. I used it to add a certain vibe of formality and class on the said occasion. I was too tired to remember where I placed it after the ceremony. Of course, moms are intuitive and after a couple of days of not telling her that the ring's pseudo-missing, she asked me about it. I told her the most general answer at that point. I just said "Di ko po makita pero for sure I left it in my room. Maybe it rolled somewhere." My mom is smart so obviously she did not buy my alibi. She's aware that I do keep my accessories in a box and I do have boxes for rings, earrings (for the studs and pearls since I have a separate storage for chandelier, drop and hoop earrings), bracelets (which are subdivided into bangles, beads, cuffs etc.) and necklaces. Case in point: I can get carried away in terms of organizing my accessories so the ring "rolling somewhere" was a bad argument. I may be an ok adj and a pretty decent debater but I suck at lying especially to people who know me.

Mom would ask once in a while if I was able to find it and I would have the same answer every single time. Honestly, after an entire day of looking in my room, I've given up. I have the attention span of a 2 y/o and patience in an endeavor gleaned as an exercise in futility is not my strongest virtue. So I just left everything to St. Anthony of Padua, the patron saint of lost things, hoping that the ring would miraculously show up. And thankfully, it did!

So Luna's right. We should not stress ourselves too much looking for the things that we lost. If they are meant to be ours, they will find their way back us. Sure, things may no longer be the same again but we are not in the position of power to bargain and ask for more. After all, God is good. He may not give us what we want but he surely provides for what we need. And no, I am no longer talking about missing rings =)

Charlie St. Cloud

After a highly exhaustive negotiation and schedule bargaining, I came face to face with Zac Efron via the movie Charlie St. Cloud. I'm not a film critique and I can't revel on the high points of the movie but it's basically about brotherhood, holding on to memories, finding love, not giving up, letting go of a promise and finally moving on.

Sometimes, we hold on to our past for too long that we forget the fact that we are fencing ourselves in total  isolation from those who are capable of loving us and helping us move on to our life's next chapter. 

Princess Poshie and her movie date

 We also watched Kid's second to the last gig at Watering Hole. Wen met some of my close friends. I had to meet some debate people at Metrowalk so I had to break the party earlier. 

Princess Poshie enjoying Watering Hole =)

Some flick and i wishes...

I watched Blood Diamond yesterday with some law pals (vanj, she, joy, marlyn and reig) at shangri-la. It was a very nice movie. We also did some shopping and had some nice convo over a java and booze. Best part of it? I was able to browse my codal while waiting for the guys. GEEK! haha. Ok. I'm no-spoiler but I am really recommending it :) Also saw two guys during our gig. Kuya Sonny somewhere in Shang and Brian at Temptasians. It was a nice all girls gimik (of course, with the exception of she who gamely tagged along Zara, Chocolate and other girly stores. hehe) It was actually our last gig before taking a week-long hiatus for the midterms. Boo!
In a few days I'll be celebrating my 24th birthday. Yuck! Im getting old. Opps. Make that I'm getting FABULOUSLY old. haha. So, there. I did some thinking last night for my "wishlist" but my mind was kinda blah because of the booze so I only came up with a few.

* tons of greeting cards
* letters

Hay... I realized that making me happy is very easy. I'm not a big fan of material things. Basta, I just want tons of letters. I enjoy reading/ knowing what other people feel/think about me. But of course, I also appreciate really cool stuffs like * Indian-inspired accessories (you know those bracelets/ anklets with a connecting ring)
* Best of the following artists (Neocolors, The Company)* tickets for a show (ie. blue rep. hehe) and gerbera daisies.

This blog is not THAT public anyway because only selected and equally busy friends know my site so this is not a public plea to make me happy on the 27th but just a matter of creating an additionally relevant post. haha

I guess mine is a Happy Feet...

I watched Happy Feet last saturday with Joevz. Actually, I was supposed to watch Borat with She and Vanj but it did not materialize so I dragged my friend instead after his training with the school rep for the YMCA Congress. Sleazy! haha...

Superficially, it was a nice flick in a kiddy-sissy way. But looking at the story itself, it went beyond cute baby penguins and nice soundtrack. It was an enlightening movie. It was like telling everybody that being different is not a disease and anybody, regardless of one's defiance to norms, is capable of being a catalyst for a bigger change susceptible of affecting the society at large.

Ok, so I'm getting a little emo about a supposedly very juvenile flick when all I wanted to say was it was a nice movie so get your eyes off my post and go catch it! haha