mutants and proud

I felt like I was wandering aimlessly on that path alone. Even though the clique was behind, making a lot of noises. They were really happy. But I was really NOT sad you know? I did not even know what I was feeling. It was not negativity, for sure. But not any positivity either. I tried to explain that I was tired, but that was clearly not the reason. On our way to the tau huay place, one of the pushcarts was playing that song I would listen to at night when I needed encouragement. It has been a long time. I believe I have removed it from my playlist some time ago when I was deleting all the things I felt should cease to exist in my memory card. Or for that matter, memory. One thing I hated about myself was after passing by that pushcart I found myself singing that song to myself. A few times. And every time I very consciously stopped myself. But resumed again subconsciously. No sadness. No misery. Really. Maybe I just needed encouragement again.

The clique seemed happy to catch a movie as a clique again after so long. I vaguely remember the last two times were Nineteen Blades and the other was Hua Mulan with S around. I was truly eager about today because of the movie itself. Some years ago I prayed that Bryan Singer or any other X-Men fanatic directors out there would make another X-Men to quench my dying eagerness. Until I read the news last March, and began counting down. I found Days of Future Past way too short but I enjoyed seeing the familiar faces on the big screen again. I am probably the only person who tears up watching this movie I think. Really, I cannot thank Bryan Singer enough for bringing Jean (and Cyclops actually) back. It is like a dream come true!

Next up, the DVD.