Not that..

I have a lot to write about. I have so many things to tell. I do not have time to do it. Finals week is forthcoming. My Final lap (i hope. crossing my fingers.) Five years and so this is long awaited. I will tell about my dudes’ winning a band competition. I would like to post latest pictures of my nephew. I would like to tell about “heaven indeed”. I would like to reminisce about “The”. I would like to tell about how five years was. I would like to give my own version of how to say “he’s just not  that into you.” Hehehe.

Before finals week starts, I kicked it off with a movie, hopefully my last as I read through backlogs and really work my ass off Civil Law Review I. The Movie? He’s just not that into you. Hehehe! My sister has the book, she lent me years back. I’ve not read it. Zeena borrowed and read it. Earl has seen the movie. Mish wrote about it in her blog. Me, I downloaded it yesterday and watched it last night. Just something you may feel good about. Nothing too deep about the movie. And here, i quoted the last part… Something which just made me nod my head in agreement, nothing too heavy:

Girls are taught a lot of growing up stuff. If a guy punches you, he likes you. Never try to trim your own bangs and someday you will meet a wonderful guy and get your very own happy ending. Every movie we see, every story we’re told implores us to wait for it, the third act twist, the unexpected declaration of love, the exception to the rule. But sometimes, we’re so focused on finding our happy ending we don’t learn how to read the signs, how to tell from the ones who want us and the ones who don’t, the ones who will stay and the ones who will leave. And maybe the happy ending does not include a guy, maybe… it is you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is… just… moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, brokenhearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment, you never gave up hope. 

Eversince, I never bother read signals. Self-preservation. When I get hurt, it just happens. I guess it is not about misreading signals. I don’t know. One thing for sure, I look for my happy ending. Hehehe!