“Love in the Time of Cholera”

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I watched the movie “Love in the Time of Cholera”… and though the story is close to becoming absurd in the eyes of others, I still think that the words uttered and the emotions shown are real.
I was arguing inside while listening to some of their lines, so here are some excerpts (as far as my small mind can remember) and my made-up retaliation/agreement if I ever get the opportunity to cast in the movie.

Marco: “Believe me, love at your age is an illusion” *father giving advise to his daughter*
ME: "If what I’m feeling now is nothing but an illusion, then let my fantasy run. I will not allow you to awaken me from my deep sleep and destroy whatever chance I have for love."

Juneval: “Marriage my dear is about stability, happiness is but secondary.”
Fermina: “And what about love? Isn’t love the most difficult of all?”
ME: "Oh yes it is! Love is the most difficult to disguise. So stop the lunacy Fermina and divorce your husband, go back to Florentino! Geeesh! I cannot imagine myself waking up everyday at the sight of a man who only offers me stability. Its like eating an expensive full course exotic snake meal rather than your sumptuous home-made dinner."

Fermina: "My own daughter forbidding me to be with the one I love! We can't be together then because we were too young, now we still can't be together because were too old?!!!" *in rage*
ME: " Go Lola! Ipaglaban si Lolo, happiness is never too late though you both could have been happy together longer if you fought for your love.. anyway,, past is past.. so go for gold now." hahahaha...

i'm inloooovveee

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Last week I kissed my most treasured NBSB status goodbye. Weeeeeeeeeeeee! *jumping all around while throwing confetti* Yup! After months of courtship (and 4 semesters of being classmates), I finally decided to drop all inhibitions. I mean, what’s the point of waiting if what I really want is to be with him? A friend forwarded a text that goes something like “waiting is a way to test ur faith and patience. but lyf is short, though patience is a virtue, still time is gold”… it’s a funny quote but it cleared up all the what-ifs that has been fogging my mind.

I know ours isn't the fairytale story that I always dreamed to have. He’s not my own definition of “right guy” and certainly not the guy I thought I could ever be with even for just a day. But he turned out to be the one I could risk my heart into, the guy that I could talk to everyday and would still miss him when I go to bed at night, and though he never fails to utter “I love you”, I still get jitters whenever he does. He has the capacity to squeeze my heart (in a good way) with his gestures and *indescribable* words, he taught me that happiness is never without dare. He was my classmate, the guy that I could goof and punch without getting even a pseudoslap in return. He’s my bestfriend and after the day he whispered “I love you”, I suddenly woke up wishing that he’ll still find me (which I’m thankful that he did).

i'm hopeless

I just met the female gayest lecturer on the planet. I thought I'd be running in the ER with a lock jaw because of her floor-rolling intonation. Aside from all the jokes, IMCI, and all the booze, she mentioned stuffs that are really disturbing. It's something that i don't want to think about as much as I can especially when I'm not at home.

First is ofcourse my endless clash with my mother. Yup! I stack loads of grudge before I finally explode like some medieval time bomb. She injected part of the ten commandments, that part about honoring thy father and mother and you will be blessed. I am so done! Maybe i won't even pass the board exam just because of my big air-filled head plus my eccentric sometimesstubborn-sometimesbehave personality. Oh well, You can't blame me. Try making every effort to please your parents and getting reprisal in return just because I couldn't remain still at home sometimes READ: SOMETIMES. I'm at home often and the only time I get to feel the fresh air and some serene atmosphere is when Jayson takes me out for dinner or when I'm out having coffee with friends, or just me taking some solitary random stroll around the metro.
Sorry ma, although I love you which I sometimes say out loud to you, I think part of me still dodge from your overprotective arms to protect my ego and self-esteem. I can't be hurt by you all over again. Since time immemorial upto this time, I am sick of being compared to other people.

I am not as talented as my cousins
Not even a quarter of an inch prettier than them
I'm not as smart
Nor as lucky

maybe I'm just me.

And there's nothing you nor I can do about it.

But one thing is for sure. I am happy and content with myself and I will never allow you to step into the castle which I have built deep in my heart over the years again. I'm sorry