I watched Drag Me to Hell last week with Kristha (just Kristha because my so called other friends had changed their minds and decided not to show up that day… *sigh* i know it’s sad) after we played Badminton. The movie was partly scary and funny. But what really stuck in mind was how the movie ended. My friend and I can’t decide on how we should feel. Should we feel sorry for Christine Brown or fed her to the Larmya ourselves. Imagine, after all that she went through she still ended up dead just because she missed to do one tiny thing… look into the envelope and check if the button was there. I mean, she survived an attack in her car, dragged out of her car and got bitten by Mrs. Ganush (almost like kissed by Mrs. Ganush… eeewwww), endured the attacks of the Larmya and not to mention face her freaking future in-law who discriminate against farm girls and then just get dragged to hell in the end because of that freaking button. So we were like, so which is the morale of the story? Is it about us being nice and understanding towards the people around us (especially to those weird looking folks) or is us being an OC (meaning double checking everything is there before we act) in all that we do? Kristha even said “Now, I know why she got hit in the head by the crucifix.” And I was like “why?”. She answered “It’s the way of the Lord to tell her that she’s stupid.”
Wednesday is Badminton Day for me and my friend. It was two weeks ago when I decided to start to take care of my health. I’ve always wanted to get fit but they all end up as plans. But few weeks ago, I decided to put my plan into action. And so I dragged Kristha and played Badminton with her. Our first Badminton Day was a blast. Ryan was there and taught us some tricks on how to play the game. At first when I decided to get fit, I wanted to go to the gym and excercise but after the first day of playing badminton I realized, running on a treadmill is not going to be enough for me. For playing sports is more fun in getting fit. Although playing Badminton now roused a regret of not playing the sport when I was in school and made me realize that how much I missed when I was in highschool, I am still glad I’m playing the sport now. I just hope that my game partners will continue playing this game for a while. Well, at least I find another sport to play.
I watched a soccer game last Sunday, the first soccer game that I watched ever, to support a friend who seemed to have a great liking for the game. He plays soccer and seeing him in that field made me know him a bit more. When he said that he loves the game, he really meant it. Although I did not meet new friends for like before, I sat in one corner and kept to myself and did not understand the rules of the game, I enjoyed watching it. It was a one day tournament so I got to watch a lot of matches. The participants were teams from different industries but most of them were from the call centers here in Cebu. But the winner was the Gustavians who were foriegners, most of which are from Europe who breath, eat and sleep soccer. The team members from my company even said that it’s like they hit the wall every time they bump on these guys. But they were the only ones who were able to score a goal against the giants out of the 20 teams who played against the Gustavians so their game wasn’t that bad after all. It’s just sad though that our team was not able to reach the finals due a draw on one of their matches.
I am really thankful that my friend invited me to watch the game. It was a nice experience seeing the players determination to win, the expressions on their face when they win or lost a match. Hear their shouts of joy when the team scores. And most of all their love on playing the game. The experience really helped lift the dark clouds over my head a notch higher and helped bring back my inspiration to do the things I want to do once again.
Did you ever have that experience when you just want to pull out a bed from nowhere and sleep no matter where you’re at? Yeah, well talk about exhaustion. I would usually feel that way after playing badminton. And I would usually think about that bed in Forty Winks. I love to have that bed at home and I won’t settle for anything else. The mattress on that bed is the same with the mattress on the bed that I slept on in Alegre Resort. Well, except for a Sleep Number Bed I guess. What makes that bed in Alegre special? It just gave me the best sleep that I ever had for tas far as I can remember. Something that the manufacturers of Sleep Number Bed promises to give.
I went through Wena’s blog today and saw her pictures with MJ. Looking at the pictures it seems that MJ is a good travel mate. And so I ended asking myself if I will be as good as a travel mate as MJ. I once saw this add on a travel network that said “It will be better to travel alone than travel with a bad company”. Well, from what Wena placed on her blog on her last travel abroad, I’d say MJ is a great company for they were able to meet new friends. Imagine if that was me. Like Weng, I am hesitant in talking to strangers even at work, I seldom talk to new acquaintances. My friends are mostly friends of my friends. I seldom make friends that are complete strangers to me. Unlike MJ who is very out going. Imagine how it would be like in a foriegn land. I guess people will just see me come and go without knowing who I am or who I was.
It has been awhile since I came down this route. I guess along the way, I lost my liking on writing. Some stuff happened along the way and made me think that I don’t want to write anymore. I was feeling really low these past few months and wasn’t really in the mood of talking and stuff. All these time all I wanted was to get away. Talk to noone. Stay home and sleep. I did some freelance writing, rewriting articles. Not really about writing what’s on your mind. The articles was about wrestling and making movie reviews. I did it for two months but I realized the time that I spent on writing it is not really worth it. Well for one the pay isn’t that good and I did not enjoy. It was the not enjoying it and the time that I needed to put into one article are the reasons that gave bigger impact on my decision to call it quits. It consumed too much of my time that I can no longer do some things that I needed and wanted to do during my rest days. Then came recent events and the reservation of not sharing what’s on my mind came back so I no longer want to write what’s going on in my life. I guess you could say I went back to my shut the world out of my life state. But I guess when you started to like something, it will eventually come back to you. It seems that I missed writing on this blog. Writing down what I wanted to say and share it with other people. Although it’s not a guarantee that I will be writing everything down but atleast, I will be writing again.