eleven zero two zero nine
7:47 pm. room.
“there are different ways of loving someone. cant we find our way?” (the champ)
the champ. a classic. 1979. a franco zefferelli film. music by dave grusin (a jazz artist), john voight. faye dunaway. ricky schroder. a film about a retired world champion boxer who is living alone with his seven year old kid somehow abandoned by the mom. the champ is a gambler and an alcoholic and earns a living walking and training race horses. eventually the mom came back to their lives, “made”, accomplished and already married with another guy. then the drama started. too much drama in this film. its a tragedy. the champ made a comeback on the ring. he died on the end but he won the fight though. oh man.
i really wanted to watch this movie again. yes the movie is so sad. i must admit i was still moved by the movie the second time around. but this movie reminds me of happy memories somehow. i watched this movie with my grandpa way back in grade 4 or 5. we both cried at that time. oh yes.
after all the years, you know how your threshold for everything like sadness and pain increases, you get to find the movie not that sad anymore. but yes. the champ still touched me.
the scene in the yatch’s cabin where the mom told the kid that she’s her mother and the kid would not believe her. you know when the mom kinda abandoned them, the champ told the kid that his mom died in an accident. thats why the kid would not believe her at all. in fact the kid cried and cried and wanna go home to champ. oh my. so sad. too much drama really.
i know all the people who watched this movie was really touched. in topics about movies anywhere especially with friends, this movie would always come up. and almost everyone who saw this admitted that they cried on that first time they saw this. thats how sad this movie is.
anyway, its a must-see movie, i guess. still a must-see the second time around. oh yes. btw, faye dunaway looked hot here. oh well. even now in her older age, she still rocks. even more. defined more by age.
and guess what? the movie took place in florida. oh wow. that must mean something again, huh? LOL
well. there are things that haunt me. florida is one. and there’s other thing too. the beach thing. and etc etc. well. it still haunts me. and i think im getting used to it already, coz its haunting me always. almost anything reminds me of that thing. so crazy. well.
brb.
9:39 pm. back.
the long walk home last night from starbucks was kinda cool. i mean it was almost 12 midnight. it was so windy but it was warm. so it just felt like i was back home or i was walking on the coastline. again. but the reality was i was walking alone along some dark alleys. well. what’s new, dude.
dont wanna lose you. gloria estefan and the miami sound machine. huh? haunting me again, huh? miami. FLA. LOL a cool song. an oldie though.
“I’ll open my heart
And show you inside
My love has no pride
I feel with you I’ve got nothing to hide”
it was raining the whole day. now thats something new here, huh? LOL good thing it was not snowing. oh God. but i was prepared. my backpack was in a large trash bag. LOL and of course, i had an umbrella. ella ella eh eh. LOL cheesy! LOL i could have hung out a little bit at starbucks before going home but it was really raining so hard in the evening. so going straight home was a better idea, i guess. ill go to that place tomorrow instead. but when i got in the driveway, the rain stopped. oh great!
it was again a warm day. no thermals for me today. i even just have a hoodie. i mean i dont have a shirt under my hoodie. it was that warm out here today. maybe it was in the 50s again. well. i fell like im naked without all those layering things. LOL oh it feels like spring now, i guess. but tomorrow, i think forecast is gonna be a cold day again. damn. crazy MI weather. LOL
oh its gonna be valentine’s day on the weekend. damn! oh my. i could only wish from back here. the perfect valentine. oh stop that, dude. oh i just wanna fly to somewhere now. goddamn life.
this daily blog is i guess like a diary back in the old days. but today in the electronic age, they call this thing differently, a web log. a blog. this thing has already become a part of my system. its an automatic thing now somehow. my day will not end if i could not write my entry for that day. oh man. as it is, i know this is not gonna stop. oh yes.
hold on.
11:13 pm.
cravings. yes. i have so many cravings. what i mean here is food. LOL well. there are other stuff too. LOL well, to sastisfy my craving thing, i would eat that same thing i crave over and over in like for days till i get sick of it. LOL then i wont crave for it for a long time at least. LOL i crave for the sour taste. mangga kag ginamos. santol. iba. sambag. kamatis. langgaw. yoks. ga laway ko ah. LOL there are some food that i crave for as well. kinilaw nga isda. crabs. shrimps. talaba. green shells. bangrus in all preparations. etc etc. just imagine how much of these i ate before i got here again. LOL oh man.
there are things that are good on its own, but are way better when together. you know what im sayin? its like nescafe and coffeemate. bacon and eggs. dolphy and panchito. a bolt and a nut. maybe thats what they call chemistry. oh yeah.
i think there’s always a place somewhere for someone. turtles have their own shells. snails too. ants have their anthills, right? bees, their beehives. termites have their own mound as well. maybe thats what they call a home. oh yes. somewhere they belong.
skin colors. for a chick to be really a hot chick, she should be somehow a woman of color. thats what i think. not a white trash. sun kissed. really tan. olive skinned is hot as well as someone shared last night. burnt. thats what im sayin. and thats just hot. a glimpse of the hotties. adriana lima (brazilian victoria’s secret angel). jessica biel. yes! jessica alba. oh yes! jennifer lopez. joyce jimenez. well. joyce got the eyes too. look at her eyes, dude. hell yeah.
well. im gonna watch another movie again later. message in the bottle. a love story. nothing better else to do i guess.
loggin out, dude. peace!
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