Boy, do I have a lot to say this month.
Okay, so … Superman. My jellies, where do I begin??? We do not start the conversation with “did I cry“, because you all know I did. I have also seen it three times in the cinema (twice on IMAX, would have gone a third on IMAX except Fantastic Four hogged all the screentime — and yes, saw F4 on IMAX, too).
Listen, I’m not gonna sit here and diss Snyderverse. I have so much respect for Zack Snyder and what he did for the franchise + a lot of people loved his versions — there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT. Absolutely nothing wrong with preferring his versions over JG’s as well, BUT I will not sit here and accept the absolute shittalking people are doing over this version of Superman (that is BASED ON ACTUAL COMICS TOO, BTW), especially at a time when we unfortunately need a reminder of what it means to be a human being.
Supes didn’t need to be a metahuman or possess any super power to be kind, to want to do good, to want to save people — and yet here he is, almost indestructible, and yet leads with good. It’s something we are all capable of, but this movie’s been met with so much disrespect, and people shitting on the message, hating on a superhero fighting against injustice — it’s proof of where we truly are, not even as a society, but as humans (also seemingly forgetting the whole point of superheroes, lol).
Was it corny? Who the furq cares?! What’s so wrong about Supes being a yearner? About being vulnerable? About wanting to use his heart? What message did it impart — did it feel stupid, leading with one’s heart and saving a squirrel from death? That says a lot about you, don’t it?
Apart from our Carlo living in Abu Dhabi, it’s pretty hard not to love it — it’s so serene there, the malls aren’t as busy, people are quite chill driving on the street, lol. So whenever we can, we spend a whole weekend with Carlo (and Wendy), mostly lazing about at Carlo’s.
We saw Jurassic World : Rebirth in the cinema and Hello, Love, Again at Wendy’s, heh.
Siddhi was one of the people I met whilst at ComicCon about 2 years ago. We connected on Instagram, and she’s become one of my favourite people to talk to (and geek with). We’ve started this thing of watching films together at Cinema Akil, with the most recent one being La Haine one weekend.
And boy, WHAT A FILM. Sid and I turned towards each other as the credits rolled and went, “WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?“
I now know why Chris Evans listed it as one of the films that made him cry.
Prior to this I went around Serkal, of course — but it was a Sunday, so I was able to go to ONE gallery (as almost all of them are closed on Sundays). Why can’t Serkal be open both days of the weekend and close on Mondays or Tuesdays like them museums and art galleries in Paris (hehehehehehe).
Sid and I got complimentary Banana Bread from The Growhouse (where we spent a good hour debriefing and talking about — shocker — more films), and I got free water from Nightjar, heh. A day of freebies, God bless the people who extended us the warmth of their generous hearts.
Decided to rewatch Superman and watch Fantastic Four on IMAX, and we opted for a mall that wasn’t crowded — we present to you : Mirdiff City Center (possibly my now favourite MAF mall).
We ended up getting home past 1.00am and Carlo at around 4.00am (he drove all the way to Dubai and back to Abu Dhabi, proof of his love for us — nothing new, but I appreciate it every time. Can’t imagine making the effort to drive all the way, to and fro. We love you, Carlo!)
I needed to stick my new Isle of Dogs poster (in French, lel — cost me 20 EUR, this thing) so it lead me to finding all the new (and old) post cards and such for me to stick on the wall with it.
Included my Fridge as well because I’ve added new stuff to stick on it — gonna say it again : I can’t be the only one who thinks whatever’s on the fridge door is part of one’s personality, right?
Other July tings (with photos) :
There’s an AI video of Pedro Pascal circulating around all because the toxic males are triggered by how safe of a human being he is to be around. When a woman comes forward actually accusing a male person assaulting her, they side with the man. When women come forward to express how much they adore Pedro, all of a sudden he’s the enemy.
There’s barely any hope for the male population. Fortunately, not everyone’s an asshole — but to generalise is pretty easy at this point. I don’t want to hold out hope that there are men out there who is just as lovely as Pedro is — so in touch with his vulnerability, is an ally to the LGBTQIA community, is a big cryer (cos he has the biggest heart that isn’t afraid to feel it all), and all that packaged in this really beautiful face and body (heh), but oh well.
Other July tings (without photos) :
- I wonder how my fellow Filipinos who voted for the orange man feel now. Does it feel good? Watching him do this to legal immigrants? Did you think, as an immigrant, that voting for him would exclude you from these injustices? Like flies sitting atop elephants you are. I’d say more but let me hold my tongue.
- On a lighter note, HAVE YOU SEEN KPOP DEMON HUNTERS? OMG? The cat / tiger (?) and the bird was the solid reason it was a 5/5 for me, and why I rewatched it 3x in one day, no joke.
- I finally got a therapy session slotted in — long story short, my Therapist had personal things to tend to so I wasn’t able to see her in awhile, but it felt good to get to talk to her again.
- What the furq are those Committee Chairmans, LOL — the Philippine Government is such a joke (thankfully Kiko and Bam rightfully got their positions).
- The press gods really blessed us with content from both the Superman and Fantastic Four run. I think the scone incident (Superman) and the twirling (Fantastic Four) were my favourite ones, IYKYK.
My song(s) of the month, undoubtedly (these have been on rotation) :
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My top 4 favourite (first-watch) films of July :
Speaking of which — if you fancy giving me a follow on Letterboxd : Abbie’s Letterboxd account.
A few things I reflected on this month :
1.) Disclaimer : If I made the impression that I was off of Hinge, you have assumed wrong, lol. Anyway, one slow Friday evening, I was mindlessly scrolling through Hinge and it occured to me that it terrified me that any of these men will be able to love me the way I worked so hard to love myself — and then I took it further with my fear that none of these men love themselves properly, and enough to actually love people who love them. You know what I mean? I acknowledge that I have a lot of work I still need to do, but imagine being with someone who doesn’t know what it means to truly love themselves and do the work for themselves, and how you need to be responsible for you both? The furqing trauma.
I have a lot of time to think, don’t I? I’d rather this, than deflect my shit and not heal.
There’s a lot of conversation to be had with myself, still — I’m thinking of responsibly trusting another man and prepping for the probability of him destroying that. I don’t think it’s worth it. I need to weigh the loneliness I feel from time to time, being single. Either I deal with the occasional sadness or have my peace of mind disrupted by yet another man. Can’t help but feel the fore-bitterness from being screwed over yet again, and I wouldn’t know whether I’m to blame for the choices I make, or because there is probably no one out there who has worked on themselves enough the same way I did to be able to make the effort to create (and stay) in a healthy relationship.
One of the weekends I was at Al Serkal, I sat at Nightjar between two pairs of people who were on the early stages of dating. I know I’ve only properly gone on one date to get to know someone once in October of last year (from Hinge), but I couldn’t imagine putting myself through that again only to be disappointed / ghosted by a man who is barely a man (all talk, but is complete shite). How am I not to feel restless and helpless, drowning in Hinge profiles of men in their mid and late thirties who are mostly looking for something short-term, or aren’t sure what their dating goals are.
I put way too much effort and time to be where I am mentally and emotionally. I know what I deserve, and it is not *gestures* all that — most of them also express their strong disagreement of the LGBTQIA community in their prompts, or are making fun of peoples’ pronouns, and it is disgusting. So many unhealed men, so many signs of projecting, and I can’t help but be filled with rage at the sight of it. It’s hopeless. I’ve been saying it for months, and will probably keep saying it because this is the only way I’m able to express my frustration (and rage).
God, just give me Pedro Pascal, please. I wouldn’t mind David Corenswet too, who is the biggest nerd on the planet, but he’s married — perhaps we can clone David (oh shi semi-spoiler alert — but see what I did there, Superman viewers? lol)
2.) As much as I would love to have another furchild, I am getting to a point where I don’t think I ever will. The thought of loving a small little creature with your whole being, knowing they will only be here for awhile, and you have to deal with their loss — to this day I still cry about Gringo. I don’t think I could deal with that again. Or maybe I can.
Japan’s inventing a drug that’ll make our fur babies lives last longer (particularly Cats for now). Maybe when it’s actually available globally, I’ll adopt again — two inseperable kitties.
What I’m saying is : I don’t think I can deal with another heartbreak. I think I’m done, lol.
Bonus sillygirl content :
Thanks to Carlo for introducing Cup of Joe to me, and Heart for introducing this particular song 🥰
Oh yeah, this is what happens when you get to the office before working hours, SORRY NOT SORRY 💁🏻♀️
🎶: Multo – Cup of Joe
Reminder – cinema etiquette is similar to plane etiquette and toilet etiquette : please clean up after yourselves, like honestly. Just because it’s someone’s job to clean the venue doesn’t mean you get to leave your seats like this. What’s so hard about not scattering popcorn everywhere or picking up your F&B’s packaging when you walk out — or at the very least, putting all your garbage in the paperbag?
Anyway.
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