I’m no movie critic but I know a good one when I find myself satisfied and affected after watching it. Since its cinema release last Wednesday and good feedback and reviews are flooding my timeline, I programmed myself to watch it over the weekend. And a few hours ago as I write this, I’ve just seen the best local film of the year. To date.
By the time you read this, I had been fixed in one of the stools at *insert fast food chain’s name* for the past three hours.
How do I start?
My 25th birthday was um.. how do I describe it?
It’s hard to swallow the bitter pill when I know it does not guarantee that it would completely heal me. That, in time, it would eradicate all the cancer cells that continue to weaken and destroy me. So I stay mum and continue to combat reason with my emotion and emotion with reason.