Wicker Park.
For a love story, the Wicker Park movie is one heckuva suspense-thriller. My friend and I went for the LFS last night. Our other friends chose to watch The Incredibles while we opted to see a Josh Hartnett flick (who, I have to say, I adored in Pearl Harbor. hehe.). We were totally clueless about the plot since we haven’t seen the trailer before and we were surprised to discover that we were actually holding our breaths all throughout the movie. The antagonist — hah, i’ve never felt this much hatred for anyone in my entire life — I wanted to scratch off her face from the big screen with my claws (haha. exag.). The movie is like an American semi-version of Jologs. hehe. But all in all, the movie’s highly recommendable. Go see it if you want to feel thrilled, agigated, annoyed, mad (with clenched fists), tensed, in love, and good for two hours.. and have additional lingering thoughts and mixed feelings after that. :)
Yesterday morning, a friend texted to tell me that she had read from her journal entry dated Nov 28 one year ago, on how she prayed for me as I was gonna be the emcee at the IV Day (Nov 29, 03) the next day. I was still lying in bed when suddenly all these memories came flashing back. Exactly one year ago, I was in, by far, the lowest point of my life. It was the one time when I felt the most vulnerable, hurt, betrayed, and.. depressed. This time last year I was talking to two friends and I found out something terrible about something important in my life that I wasn’t aware of for a whole month. It had been a very torturous month but when I finally found out why, all the pieces in the puzzle were put into place. Realizing the whole picture was the most painful thing. I wasn’t able to eat that day last year. I only slept for 2 hours and I had to sleep on the floor coz I was thinking if I woke up later and I am suddenly lying in my bed, then I’ll know that the whole thing was just a bad dream. But I didn’t. I woke up still on the floor. My eyes were sore and my head hurt from bawling the whole night. As a result, I wasn’t able to host the said event. (Unless, it was okay for them if their emcee’s wearing shades until it was dark and her voice is all shaky and her lips all trembly. Hehe. I didn’t think they would have wanted that. And I don’t think I had the strength to do it.) All throughout the affair, I was alone sitting in a table far from the whole group with people coming up to me from time to time asking how I was. I showed them forced smiles and told them I was gonna be okay. But I wasn’t; not for another two weeks after that.
A reminder of my past hurts. It’s funny how I feel it’s only yesterday that it happened when in fact it was 365 days ago.
Time does fly. But one thing about time is also true. Time does heal. :)
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