Mnymosine Story

I never heard bedtime stories, only playmates' stories. Appreciated one neither until M. Night Shyamalan's Lady in the Water. The movie was monotonous and dull yet illicited a very eerie feeling, scarier than the Asian horrors. It has lesser flashy scenes but more hand-gripping (and arm bruises).

I gave the movie 5 out of 4 stars for evoking my deepest emotions even at the first 10 seconds of the movie. Paul Giamati's stutter did it perfectly along with charactered characters and serene yet serial musical score.

It brought the child in me again. Provoked me to share bedtime stories. And better, write one or more because I am once a good storyteller in my childhood years. I know I could write like my father. I believe I have his blood. I just lost it and shook my big mouth off in me because people told me so.

The movie evoked a real memory of childish excitement for heroes to show up and defeated villains. An excitement more manic than what adults are excited when watching superman or spiderman. An unlikely giggly stir when animated heroes like the Ghostbuster, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, or even Dora (for the most recent generations) appear.

I am giving it more stars for taking me back to Friday night storytelling which usually followed after most of my childhood playmates quit hide-and-seek while others still lurked in the dark.

The movie indeed reintroduced me to bedtime storytelling. A simple activity that not only encourages creativity but promotes good parenting and builds better family. It gave me a happy feeling that kept me awake past midnight (Jen!? Bing!? Yoohooooo :)).

A feeling that placed me fast forward to the time that I am telling bedtime stories for Mnymosine Story Mebrano Sibbaluca - my child with Greta.

Para lang, Manong!

"Dili jud ko mopareho sa akong papa na sige lang work na nakalimot na naa syay anak", I mumbled after leaving office at 9pm. i could have worked later than my father did but its isaiah's birthday. more, i promised greta. i could have not murmured emotionlessly against my father without the promise but i already made one less the pirated dvd collection of Shrek as a gift to Greta's favorite nephew.

its an overaching work because Gerry doesnt give overtime pay. unless you love your job. and i do with, of course, fragments of stressful work realities.

so to Jenny (no, the other Jenny), i am not accumulating more wealth by overworking. i just love my work and excited to temporarily take my boss' usual task in big events - show off a powerpoint presentation of our project. this time, i made my own. simpler and more honesty. Thanks Seth Godin!

im close to Mintal and finally rid off the evil murmur. my father overly worked for us to live better than he did. but still im not dispensing the thought of stopping overtime work. As for Red, you are not productive if you work beyond 5pm. "Para lang, manong!"