4:15am on a Sunday at McDonald’s

I woke up at 3am to find my brother not in his bed.

Last night, he said he was going out with friends. This happens often enough so I didn’t really think about it and even as I lay awake, I wasn’t really worried. Either way, I texted him (Ei, asan k n?) asking him where he was. It didn’t take him long to reply. Apparently he had gone to the nearest 7-11 to get load for his cellphone. A few minutes later, he came back and all was well.

4am came around and I was still awake. My brother was too, I knew, so I called out to him, “Alam mo anong time nagsisimula breakfast ng McDo?” It seemed like a good enough idea to head off to McDonald’s for a very early breakfast. He answered that it should be available by now.

“Gusto mo pumuntang McDo?” Did he want to go to McDonald’s, I asked.

He said yes.

It didn’t take us long to get ready and soon we were stepping out into the cool early morning. My brother told me to wear a jacket before we got out and it was good advice. It was cool enough for a jacket certainly. It didn’t take long before he started talking, telling me about where he actually ended up last night and what he had been up to (at a hospital with a friend who dislocated his shoulder). As I walked through mostly empty roads toward our destination with him at my side, him doing most of the talking while I listened, I remembered how it had been forever since we’ve done something like this.

McDonald’s was not the quiet, mostly empty place we thought it would be at that time of the morning on a Sunday. There were people loudly talking and hanging out and we were both surprised. Nocturnal college kids from nearby dorms, chatty all center agents from their shifts, pumped club goers coming home from their gimmik–not the type of crowd we were expecting at all. We ordered and I paid for our breakfast then we headed to an empty table.The conversation continued on, him still mostly talking about all sorts of things about what has been happening in his life while I mostly just soaked it all in, his presence, his words. It really had been a while and I missed it, just being with him, just the two of us.

I hoped we can do that again sometime.

My brother is 22 with dreams of going abroad to find a life for himself and he’ll need around two years of working for it before he leaves. I know he can do it because I know how determined he is and it makes me proud that he’s doing his best to get there, planning and working all the time. It just still surprises me sometimes how much he’s grown up. It’s weird and great and also kind of sad all at the same time.

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Movie #2: I, Frankenstein

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I really need to stop procrastinating on posting… So yes, hello! I am still alive! I have just been eaten up by fandom stuff lately and so this blog has gotten kind of ignored. Still, though, I haven’t forgotten about my 14 movies, 14 books for 2014 thing and so now this entry has come to be.

So. I, Frankenstein. Admittedly, this is the kind of movie that I’m such a guilty sucker for: lots of supernatural elements alongside tons of special effects and eye-catching cinematography. I love my monsters, my vampires, my werewolves, and I suppose Frankenstein’s monster can now be a part of that group too because I kind of enjoyed this movie. Admittedly, it’s not one of those movies that will stick to me, definitely not one that I could say has carved a place in my personal canon of well-loved films. I don’t think I’ll even purposely watch it again unless there’s nothing else better to watch but it’s an enjoyable enough diversion for an hour and a half.

It’s made by the people who produced Underworld and I kind of had an inkling of that before I even saw the poster or the credits. There’s just signs of it everywhere: the subject matter,  the distinctive style of cinematography, the look and feel of the characters. Heck, Bill Nighy was there along with Kevin Grevioux who were both part of the Underworld franchise. And if you’ve seen Underworld then I think you can pretty much expect the same kind of stuff from I, Frankenstein though you’ve got demons, gargoyles and Adam a.k.a. Frankenstein’s monster instead of vampires and werewolves. What kind of disappoints me about both Underworld and I, Frankenstein is while they are both so stylishly made, there’s just something lacking story-wise. They’ve got all these interesting twists on existing mythology, these badass characters but then somehow the stories just don’t reach their full potential for me and it’s kind of sad.

But then I guess sometimes you just want to see Aaron Eckhart shirtless (still kind of gorgeous despite the scowls, stitches and shadows) and some badass demon ass-kicking and if that’s what you’re after then I guess this movie’s not bad at all in those cases.