Love has a post.
The week leading to this Saturday was a quiet one. One that sounded like
となりの怪物くん’s OST on repeat while I cleaned up delinquent story lines and messy paragraphs, cutting down chunks with a chainsaw and frequently looking back at my old writings. I guess nostalgia has a good effect. It reminds me what mattered then, and how it weighted in my life now.
Happy to tell you that these things still weigh a lot.
On Saturday, we did some home hopping. Lunch at my uncle’s, dinner at my aunt’s. The family rolled their sleeves for this one-day-only reunion for my relatives who just came home from Virginia. My cousin had a solo jaunt on Batanes, and I would have loved to go with her should I have known. But, I guess we trade nice things for equally nice things, because Friday and early Saturday were the times I made another writing pass (I meant revising) on an old work.
On Sunday, we have a few good miracles. One of which is our Sunday School, our third session, in which I should tell you that the volunteering teacher for the Older Class took three Sundays off her month and I, of course, pitched in. Not that I’m complaining. I mean, today, Geoffrey, our physically disabled kid on a bike, finally joined our class! I still have to discover how to get around these kids, because they’re noisier and far more dissatisfied than the younger ones, but otherwise, it was fun!
Speaking of となりの怪物くん, I have watched (and re-watched) the live action film this week and I was at first disappointed, given that I did not like
- The red uniforms
- A lot of miscast characters (Sasayan looked a bit old? Natsume is too tall?)
- How Mi-chan is less scruffy and hipstery and more sexy
- How Oshima just felt almost-insignificant and she should have had at least the “balls” part
- The fact that the victim’s shadow on the wall is missing
- The lush setting vs. urban (school, batting center)
- That scene when Shizuku threw her kakigori at Haru’s face (I WAS MAD,)
- And Yuzan isn’t eating and rambling about too much sweets
… but when it’s your favorite shoujo manga, you don’t get to complain.
It wasn’t that bad, by the way. The writers managed to scramble the manga volumes into an hour-and-a-half plot that did make sense. If you’re a fan, you’ll recognize the lines here and there, and not on the original timeline they were supposed to be. Props for effort.
One thing about となりの怪物くん: It hits close to home. It wasn’t an in-your-face romantic story but rather the need for friendship, and how other people could actually help you learn who you are. I loved how Shizuku explored herself in the process, how Yamaken actually put down his ego to admit his real feelings and Haru, well, Haru is actually the only one with less character development (and he was the lead). I adore how Robico managed to focus the lens on the rest of the characters, like Sasayan and Natsume, even Takaya and Yuzan in the ending. And, her joke snippets are incredibly funny!
I actually saw a chicken that looked like Nagoya walking in our subdivision recently.
Might be Nagoya. Actually.
Outro. it’s the last week of March, and this means one thing: changes. I’m taking what I’ve learned last week, even if they were lines from a manga I repeatedly read (because it was just too beautiful): to cease too much expectations from my self and this life, and just accept what’s there. Things I’m pursuing: a culture of honor, a maturity level I shouldn’t have to tip my toes to reach, and just the plain joy of writing, because it’s what I have committed myself to do.
Now I’m off to draft a funny short story about two crazy people, so please excuse me. x