TV

Ever since I was little, my affinity to TV was already very evident. Heard of the saying “if there’s a will, there’s a way”…this was probably one of the reasons why even if we were not so fortunate enough to own a TV at that time, me and my cousins would always move heaven and earth to go to a neighbor’s house to watch tv after school, or run to the not-so-friendly neighbour’s house a good 6 blocks away and peep on the window complete with a desperate, pitiful cute angelic look which would melt the neighbor’s heart and make us go inside, sit on the floor to watch the tube….which was still in black and white at that time. At times, I can feel the owner’s gaze leering at me and my cousins, piercing through me as if telling me “you are not welcome here” but I know they cannot say it to my face because of delicadesa, after all I am my father’s daughter. So it went that way as far as I can remember. I may remember having seen “Flordeluna” or the rival soap “Annaliza” every night but I did not watch those soaps in the comfort of our own home. Cartoons like Mighty Thor or The Road Runner or the hit series Knight Rider, The Million Dollar Man and Wonder Woman are just few of the tv shows I loved to watch. Yet I never really remembered asking my mother to buy us a set…I had always known we cannot afford one and that a tv set is not a need but a luxury and that owning one is a thing only the wealthy can avail. And so me and my cousins were just contented peeking through the windows of another ‘s house, getting barked at by their dogs, getting nasty side comments from the owner , yet we never took those seriously as long as we can watch TV. On weekends, when I was a teenager we would casually pass by our distant cousin’s store at the market hoping to see their tv on to be able to watch student canteen or eat bulaga at noontime. One reason we need to see those shows is to get some new dance steps we can copy for our own since my cousins and I were really hooked on dancing and the only way we can get new steps was to watch certain contests featured on the shows and imitate the moves. I can recall that after eat bulaga we would continue to sit in front of the tv and watch those old dolphy or fpj movies shown every Saturday afternoons until my aunt would tell us she needs us out of the house or so as not to be obvious, just turn off the tv telling us it needs to rest because it will run out of battery. And so, out we go, only to come back the next day for GMA Supershow. Looking back, even if as kids me and my cousins were not blessed with having wealthy families, I still think we made the most of what we had and what we could enjoy doing as children. Those are experiences worth remembering. It makes me think of the difference between the life I had when I was growing up and the things my nephews and nieces are having. They never get to experience the thrill of being chased by the dogs when attempting to sneak through a window just to watch tv..they just sit in the living room and change channels to whatever show they wanna watch using the remote control…they can watch anytime of the day outside of school….but then times change and I still wouldn’t want to trade my childhood experiences with anything, I mean, those help in making me become the person I am today. by: meg havana 16 june 07

true friendship

26 aug 07 by meg havana you know how I’m fond of posting items in my blog…if I have time I search for articles that I can relate to and publish it in one of the many networking sites I’m signed up as a member….it was a week ago that I posted one article about true friendship that I had just copied somewhere…I usually get encouraging, positive comments from the friends I got on that site, although I have not received any for this one…but a few days after I posted that particular one, I got this comment from a person who isn’t even in my friends’ list and who obviously doesn’t want to be identified since he only has numbers as his id on his page…he told me that what I posted was inaccurate, not to burst my bubble…that I shouldn’t be writing things about friendship lasting a lifetime because, I , myself has not yet lasted a lifetime….that he didn’t wanna be rude but he thinks all relationships, be it friendship, or even marriage, would NEVER last long, implying that friendships would always turn sour ……he further went on telling me that for me to really know best about friendships and relationships, I should be reading an article or something written by Tolstoy (of which he misspelled as Toltoy) and some other guy the name of whom was unfamiliar to me. My initial reaction to that comment was one of confusion…I posted that blog hoping that anyone will be inspired by it especially my newfound friends who I’ve never met personally…I never expected a comment of that sort and I didn’t find anything wrong with saying these: True friendship only needs a few key ingredients: Undying loyalty, unmatched understanding, unsurpassed trust, Deep and soulful secrets, and endless sharing. These ingredients, mixed with personality and a sense of humor, Can make a friendship last a lifetime! For all I know, Tolstoy wrote this. But anyway, for me, I don’t need to read anyone’s work to find meaning to the word friendship…and I disagree with the guy when he said most friendships end without lasting a lifetime. yes, I admit, I have not yet lasted a lifetime but for me, from the time my mom delivered me out into this world until this day is already considered my lifetime and I may be inexperienced when it comes to poetry but I don’t have to rely on someone else’s remarks to get me through my life and my relationship with the people I come to know as friends… So instead of creating tension between him and me by replying to that comment, I decided against it and ignored him. And that’s the reason I am pouring out my feelings by writing this today. And as I am writing this, I started to guess that guy must be one hell of a miserable individual…he must be all alone in this world thinking that friends will not aide him in any way through the ups and downs of life…and with this thought in mind, instead of getting angry with him, I am now filled with thoughts of pity for that guy. And so I think I am still one of those fortunate people who happen to have true friends that will last a lifetime…after all, no man is an island.

how do i?

it was one fine sunny day in March 2003 that we met. the moment i set my eyes on him i knew he was the one for me. it's not just because of his masculine looks even with his fair white skin but something in him made me feel so good that i wanted him so badly. and so it went that we have been together since then...i learned about his past and his previous relationships but i didn't seem to care. all i cared about was how much i love my baby and how cute i would look in his arms. everyone in my family loved him too...my parents, siblings and even my nephews...and like me, they also look forward to spending time with him.
like all relationships, there are always some bumpy rides. he was even a source of a petty rift between me and my brother but as i had said, i love my baby dearly...he is always there when i need him, even getting soaked in the rain or burned under the heat of the sun just to wait for me...and he seldom make qualms about it...he keeps me calm when the going gets tough and he brings me to heights even i couldn't even imagine reaching.
but my fairytale doesn't end there...lately, i can see signs that he seems to be at a losing end...maybe his past is getting into him and he is slowly losing his grip tantamounting to him always getting sick...i don't know if i can take it anymore...i vowed not to leave him and keep him by my side until the very end...i love my baby so much it hurts to even decide to let go....yet with this situation i feel i have to say goodbye....but how can i
how can i say goodbye to my mitsubishi pajero?...yeah,i'm talking about my ride, what else?..sorry to deceive y'all!...i just feel that my baby deserves to be blogged about...i cant deny that with time it will become a burden rather than an asset judging by me frequenting my auto shop for repairs and so on...although it sounds weird but i am really attached to the vehicle, after all it is one of the first few things i had from my hard-earned money...and as such it's a tough decision for me to make to have to trade it in for another one, i can't even imagine seeing someone else driving it in the future because as i had said...i really do love my baby! ...
i apologize for being weird and making the reader think i'm referring to a person....but i guess we can write whatever we feel like writing...and i feel i need to honor the object of my affection




by: meg havana 25 aug 07

DONUTS

by meg havana

"written today on another site...."

im never good with words,that's why i shy away from blogging...but sometimes when my brain cells are really jumping up and down,like tonight, i oblige.....and so here i am, trying to squeeze thoughts outa my brainbox, rocking in my chair back and forth to think of an interesting topic to write on...
speaking about interests...well, nothing really got my attention today save for the fact that i went to the gym, which is nothing quite surprising with me since i regularly do it, even on a Sunday like today. As usual with Sundays, I ended ,or should I stay, started waking up late. Then i practically did nothing except watch anything on tv until i felt the prickly heat of noontime at which i realized it was shower time!..then while in the shower i pondered whether to just stay at home and waste the day alone or go to the gym for a chance to get to see another soul and besides i am really so down with how i am tending to lose my disicipline resulting to my pigging out and gaining too much weight than what i should just be...so i ended up doing the latter...and off i drove.i was glad i did, because it made me a lot lighter i think not only physically but in spirit....well, it gave me the chance to eat a donut which i had been craving for since this morning after watching those dunkin donuts commercials on tv and i felt satisfied...
aah, my mundane life...is this how it is when you're getting old and alone?...hope i have the will to face another 35 years of eating donut alone....

Somethin' About...

Something about being on an airplane makes me melancholic ….probably since it’s one of those moments when you gather your thoughts, not knowing whether you can survive this trip and step on common grounds again or realize that these thoughts are probably the last one you will ever have…gross eh! But that’s reality. And as I sat there, feeling the throttle of the engine, seeing the fake smiles of the stewards, and watching the smog fade away before my eyes to be replaced by the all blue backdrop of the skies at times decorated with the all too white clouds, I can’t help but reminisce the time exactly a year ago last month when I ventured into something ,I went somewhere I never thought of going, beating my own fear and insecurities…to come out of my comfort zone and travel out of the country for the first time, and to travel on my own for the first time. It was something really huge for me…I did not know what to expect except that if something in this trip goes wrong I am confident with my English, being just my second language “so I think I’m going to be ok”…thus a year ago, I packed my bags and off I went to Oz….
As I recall, everything went smoothly, bid my family farewell, I’ll be back home in 3 weeks’ time anyway, checked my ticket, passport, money and of course the all too important mobile phone…which should be on roaming mode. With “all systems go” for me, I stepped right inside for a 4-hour flight to Singapore which will connect my flight to Sydney for a gruelling 6 hours. However, before we got to SNG, we had a short stop in another local city to fetch some more passengers so it came to be that my flight was a bit delayed. I got a little worried because supposedly upon arrival in SNG I only had one hour before my next flight but if this one gets delayed, the plane to Sydney might leave without me…dumb thought, but anyway, I was brave enough to ask the airline lady if I can still make it to my next flight and yup, my thought was purely nonsensical…since my baggage was already checked in on my next flight, that plane cannot leave without me in it…whew! Still, I got worried…but anyways, since I wasn’t seated on a window seat, I always chose that preferably, I don’t know why but maybe I’m really claustrophobic…I just made friends with the two women on each of my side: the one on my left turned out to be an immigration lawyer from Brisbane, and on my right was a nurse from France…but they are both Pinays, like me. They sounded so happy and proud of their accomplishments, I was saying like, “oh yeah”, “wow”, “that’s great” to both. Just because I didn’t go somewhere to seek greener pastures like they do, doesn’t mean I’m not successful too and have nothing to say….but no, I was just silent, they didn’t even bother to ask about me, anyway. In the end, the lawyer handed me her calling card, since we almost have the same destination, she in Brisbane, me in Sydney…and told me to give her a call if I get time to go to Brisbane, promised to show me around if I do visit....and it was even sweet of her to accompany me to the gate where I’m supposed to check in…since the Changi airport is so darn huge, there was a lump in my throat just trying to look for the flight I have to Sydney…as in OMG!..
the thing about being late is you never get to wait…so when I arrived everyone in my flight was checked in and in 30 minutes off we went…at that instant, I felt like, am I dreaming or is this for real?...and again, I didn’t get the privilege of a window seat, so I sat next to a young Thai guy, tried to make conversation with him but couldn’t quite get his English accent so I stopped. I only learned that he is studying in a university in Sydney. On my right was also a young man probably Indian, but well, he never hinted that he wanted to speak to me so I did not bother him and he just went around with watching movies on the screen in front of our seats. One thing though, he always called the stewardess for wine and so on the 2nd hour of our flight, he was sound asleep as evidenced by the snore. Me? I could not sleep…I had mixed emotions…I got really excited, nervous, happy, sad, all sorts but not sleepy. I watched every darn movie shown in-house and I initially tinkered with the remote gadget since I had no idea how to operate it, I didn’t even have a clue how to take it out of the arm rest…so I just observed the Thai guy and followed suit, not wanting to be known that I’m as dumb as me…haha…but I survived that and I did enjoy the movies. Not one instance did I leave my seat to go to the lavatory even if my “red tide” was on first day that day. Can you imagine? I just sat there for the whole length of my 6-hour flight.
When I arrived in Sydney, I thought “I can now relax and that the worse is over”, my flight was uneventful and I am now officially a tourist!
Little did I know that I was in for a big surprise….simply because of my being a first-timer and most especially because of the color of my passport…with the word PILIPINAS on it. I was whisked to immigration together with another Pinay, and I was interviewed by an officer, who was, herself a Filipina, but with an Australian citizenship…she was asking me all sorts of questions which later on kinda annoyed me because the way she did it was like she’s accusing me of something…in my mind I was like, “hello, I have no plans of overstaying in your country, I have a return ticket already, and I am a professional, you shouldn’t be treating me like I’m some kind of a suspect or something”…and most of all, have a heart, you are a Filipina yourself. It actually didn’t take longer than 20 minutes and so I was relieved when she let me go. My whole life I have never been treated like that but then I know she was just doing her job…after all, they can never be too careful, I have heard that we (being from the Philippines) are noted to overstay and live illegally in their country…so I just shrugged it off and went on to claim my luggage which took me so long to retrieve but then I noticed that I had to report to customs any food or beverage that I brought and unfortunately for me, I brought some for my hosts, of course…so off I went, queuing with the others to reach that counter where everything is inspected manually and through x-ray. Although ours was the first flight to arrive that morning, judging from the scarcity of people inside, because of that side trip to immigration and the long time I spent in finding my bag, I now was mixed with passengers from other flights, people who seemed to be always in a hurry, who didn’t even bother to stay on the line…and I thought this happens only in the Philippines…but anyway, after probably a gruesome 10 minutes of lining up, it was finally my turn…
An oversized, 40-something lady entertained me, same as in immigration, she asked me the same questions in the same accusing manner, which was kinda annoying since of course I am an innocent, first-timer, tourist who happened to choose their country as a holiday destination. All the more because I seemed to have lost the key to my luggage, so she patiently went somewhere and came back with this so huge cutter she looked like she was going to cut me though she ended up breaking down the lock. Then the all too consuming part of emptying everything I packed in my luggage, my carry-on and my pockets, looking through every piece of paper in my wallet, even asking “how come I hold clinic in the afternoon and not in the morning “which I dutifully answered with “obviously since I do operations in the morning that’s why I have my clinic time at 3pm” to which she just nodded her head in affirmation. Then I made a mistake of bringing along some surgical journals I thought of perusing whenever I can during my stay, which I thought would be helpful since I was due for an oral exam in Surgery in 3 months’ time. She scanned those and asked me why I brought those along and kinda hinted to me that probably the reason that I came here was to take an exam, that there’s a possibility that I was looking for work here. I was almost to my boiling point, I mean, my goodness, I have a stable job back home, the reason I came here was just to visit, they issued me a tourist visa good for one month which I won’t even consume based on the date of my return ticket… “if you doubted my persona in the first place then you shouldn’t have allowed me entry in your country” but don’t get me wrong I just said that to myself. Not all Filipinos want greener pasture outside the 7,107 islands. Spare me, I’m one of those Pinoys who still want to live in my own backyard no matter how difficult times are now…. and I even had the thought that if they are going to deport me right this instant I would be most willing to obey, I miss home already since no one at home treats me like they treat me here. And so it came to be that I was stuck there for almost two hours, bombarding me with sometimes stupid questions, wanting to extract something from me, treating me like I’m some kind of a criminal, but then again I kept my cool and thought these people are just doing their job and they mean nothing personal. I am just so sensitive and I just wasn’t expecting that rude a welcome.
Anyways, I almost hug the woman when she finally released me….and when I looked around I realized I was the only one left in that area, all the others were gone. I guess I was the only one held up. So, I stacked all of my belongings back into my big bag and retrieved what I thought was everything. I then went out of that section and found myself in the lobby with some well wishers and a lot of people. I looked everywhere but could not find a familiar face. I was supposed to be fetched by my host two hours earlier…and so I started to panic, I reached for my cell phone and looked up her number to call her that I had arrived, I surmised that she might have left already, probably had gotten tired of waiting for me to arrive and when everyone else had come out and my face hadn’t showed up, she probably had left, after all it had been two hours already since the supposed time of my arrival. But luck wasn’t really with me that day, I remembered that I hadn’t registered her number in my mobile and that I had written it on a piece of paper which I tucked inside my wallet. So I went to a bench outside the airport and found out how cold it was in Sydney in June…so again I rummaged my luggage for another jacket I brought to make me warmer…I had never experienced winter before…I lived all my life in a tropical place….then I realized I couldn’t find my wallet, where I placed her phone number….tough luck! Now I really began to panic. I searched every inch of my luggage and my pockets but to no avail…I felt like fainting at that moment. But then I saw a guy in uniform who looked like a security officer or something so I grabbed all my belongings and started to walk towards the guy, who unfortunately was also walking away from me…with all those people coming and going I surmised I probably couldn’t get through to him….and to my amazement …and pure relief, I bumped into one person for which when I looked up I saw this oh so familiar face….Eden, my host….OMG was I happy, I could just jump with relief when I saw her! It came about that she and her husband were there earlier than my time of arrival, and they even brought the kids with them, they woke up early drove a couple of miles to the airport to meet me and they had waited, they almost left thinking I wasn’t on that flight which they expected me to be in and Eden just went back one last time to make sure I really wasn’t around before they decide to go back home. So I related everything that went on and lastly, that I could not find my wallet…all my credit cards were there and my IDs. They then brought me to an information counter, the attendant of which, wasn’t so rude and was even very accommodating…again I related my tale and good for me coz I remembered the woman at customs by the nameplate that she wore…Cynthia. So he called her up, and she came running down there in a matter of minutes, handing me back my wallet which she said got hidden near the x-ray machine that’s why I wasn’t able to see it….all these happened in that instant of my arrival in Sydney…to me it was verging on disaster but thanks to my composure and probably heaven’s intervention…all went well in the end. Cynthia even wished me an enjoyable holiday.
Even with this experience, I still wanna go back if time allows. The rest of my 3-week stay was enjoyable and unforgettable…when I went to Melbourne after my stay in Sydney, I got on a domestic flight…it wasn’t so strict since it wasn’t international but the airport personnel did bring me to a spot where they tested my clothes and hands for bomb residue…and I just mumbled to myself, “do I look like a terrorist to you, seems like you look more like one than me?”…but again…doing their job..put that in mind….and when they fed it to the computer I was released…well, the only bomb I have is the bomb I deposit inside the toilet regularly, I don’t know if I got residue of that in my hands since I wash them each time.
Going back home after that was relatively uneventful. They were probably glad to get rid of one possible illegal alien in their country.
Anyway, that was my tale….my first time to travel away from home and my confidence and patience were truly tested, but boy, have I survived!

jesus take the wheel

im not sure what in this song moves me so much it never fails to make me cry each time i hear it...and especially with a voice like Ms. Underwood's...it's just should i say, heavenly?

friday blues

it's a friday.when i was younger i used to be out on a weekend like this...gimmicks with friends...pigging out on food....going out to bars....but that phase of my life has already gone. these days, i no longer go out. though i miss those days but i guess i can't go back and i think i have to act my age...barhopping, being drunk to the max is no longer my thing...and besides i have no one to go out with anymore...all my friends, they've settled down and perhaps they are needed more to be with their own families than to be out drinking with friends....so nowadays, i prefer to stay home, not that there is an option for me. on a typical friday night, i am just alone in front of my laptop, surfing, laughing at funny videos on youtube, reading my mails and replying to some if i have the will to type, and if get sleepy i turn on the tv and watch anything until i doze off. sounds so boring but i guess that is reality...and i hope it doesn't sound like i'm a loser or something...

one fine day

by meg havana

10 jun 07

"written 2 months ago to express my frustration over things which made me think how my country is going down the drain"

For the many times that I go to the pier either to fetch my parents or to send them off back to our town, the guard in Pier 1 would always give me a hard time, in the sense that the one on duty there would not allow me to park in the designated area. At first, I tried to negotiate especially when I arrive in the pier earlier than the time of arrival of the fast craft my parents are in or when the waves are like mountain high that the boat would come in later than expected and I really have to wait… and so he would let me park with a warning that I should stay inside the vehicle with my engine running with the reason that it is prohibited to park in their parking area….At times, the guard would just simply blurt out that it’s a no parking zone when obviously it is, judging from the other vehicles that are parked there and so when I argue to him about that, he would then let me park because he cannot say otherwise…..this morning when I was there , by golly, I totally wasn’t allowed to park at all, and to think I really have to help my elderly parents settle down, I cannot imagine them bringing their luggage in such a long distance. In times like these, it always makes me think why they are treating people like the way they did me. I mean, I religiously pay my taxes, which for a newbie like me, seems to be skyrocketing high, I am law-abiding and thus I think I deserve to be treated the treatment due me because I am a good citizen of this country. How can this government-owned establishment deny the right that is due me? It really breaks my heart that I cannot even park my ride in my own city where a portion of my earnings would go, sometimes I feel I am a foreigner in my own country I cannot even enjoy the rights I have as a citizen.
But despite this negative feelings of mine, I do love Cebu, I love this country and I have no plans of going somewhere!So, does this mean i shouldn't be grumbling?

in the absence of a lullaby

can't really think of anything to blog today....its 12mn, i still can't sleep although i already tried to crawl into bed earlier but "no can do". Since i lost my cable connection in my bedroom tv more than a month ago, i had been having quite a hard time sleeping. It isn't that i wasn't able to pay the cable bills but last month the provider started installing what they call encryption boxes to the usual cable tv connection because of all these illegal tapping going on in every corner of the city and they try to solve this problem by encrypting all the channels shown unique only to a certain tv unit. Since mine is just an extension from the main one down in the living room, i decided not to have my tv installed with one and decided to just watch local channels instead although i had always known that it's always tv that puts me to sleep,it's my lullaby so ever since i lost the connection and settled on watching locals it has been difficult especially since our local channels sign off after midnight except on weekends. Since then while lying in bed, i just end up playing games in my mobile with my favorite being text twist which fortunately can also lull me to sleep although i never find the game boring. Maybe I had this craving for tv because when i grew up, there was no tv in our household. I remember me and my cousins going to a neighbor's house who owned one just to watch our favorite soap opera or watch this noontime local variety show in order for us to copy some dance steps which we can use for our own. At times, we got barked at by dogs on our way there or get cold stares from the owner, probably because we smelt bad already from playing after school. So now that i have one it's like i treasure every moment i spend time watching tv shows. It's the same thing with my stuffed toys...although i am already 30-something i am still hung up with buying those because when i was young my parents couldn't afford to buy me one and i never asked for one because i was aware that it isn't a necessity. But now, i got all sorts of stuffed toys, some i bought, others given to me as a gift.

So right this instant, i'm thinking of applying for that box installation....when you have gotten used to something it's very difficult to break it...and i miss watching the shows i like...movies on HBO,etc....tv series on AXN...music on MTV and of course news on CNN..and never forget kiddie shows on Disney Channel. Yup, just like the stuff toy thingy, i do watch Disney...actually i'm still a kid at heart.

a stale tale

written 05 jul 07...while accompanying my sister in the hospital

meg havana

It’s 1am already as I am writing this and…what do you know? I’m in the hospital!....for the past few days it’s like I am back to going on duty again as was my life during training. I have been trading the comfort of my bed with Sullivan & Stitch beside me, with a seemingly stiff extra bed in the hospital’s room 224. I have been missing going home after a day’s work and surfing the net looking for nothing until my eyes wear out. It is actually a personal sacrifice for me…although I admit it is a good thing to divert once in a while from my mundane life. Of course, I am not struck by an illness of some sort. I am perfectly healthy. My sister just had a hysterectomy and as expected of me, being the hospital person, it is my responsibility to accompany her to make sure her stay as a patient is comfortable and I am certain my presence would allay all her fears of being in confinement. And of course, it’s nothing grave…just the price of belonging to the female species I think. I can’t really get myself to sleep when I am here. It’s like I was reminded of those days that I made this hospital my home to tend to the needs of the ill, of strangers with the difference being that this time I am taking care of family. The nurses have been nice and doing their job well so far, or maybe they are because they know me to be someone working here and they are afraid to get reprimanded ….by me. Cheeky! But somehow, I feel that this is an advantage and somehow I feel that the direction my life is going ,is after all the right choice for me..coz had I been a mere stranger in this institution I guess it would be a really different story. So, this twist has actually made me realize that being what I am today is actually not a wasted effort..that it paid off and I am now reaping the fruits of my labor. I get bored but it’s not like I’ll be here the rest of the year…it’s only temporary and I can’t wait to get back to my usual…to sleep in my own bed, to watch tv ,surf the net....can't wait!!!

thanks...harry potter!!

i'd always thought i am alone in this site....geez...i was kinda stunned when i got back from vacation and opened this blog and saw 5 comments in my latest article,one an english translation of the same comment in spanish....i thank these people for the efforts they made....making one soul feel that they are there even if they do not know the former....for me, it's kinda heroic...i don't know..but guys,thank you really from the bottom of my heart...although honestly i am really embarrassed...yep, because as i had said, i never thought someone else will bother to read and so i poured out everything i felt that day and it's kinda embarrassing to have someone breeze through.

well anyway, what's done is done...and i'm feeling a lot less negative. although i still feel bitter but it's a little less now than previously...maybe i just needed a timely break from my mundane life and it helped me focus on other,more positive things in life...i did a little bit of shopping, too much dining!,and watched the last harry potter sequel in an Imax theatre which means it's being shown on 3D. I was never a harry potter fan, i watched the first movie and i slept inside the theatre...but with 3D, who doesn't want to stay up the whole length of the film, besides feeling the thrill ,you have to be awake for the whole show, you paid 2x the usual amount for a movie...so i shouldn't move a muscle and i didn't.




so thats about it for today...and again, a million thanks for the comments, it meant a lot to me...and yup thanks too, to the harry potter movie , emptied my pocket but made my day!