Twenty-one films, three novels and two drinking sessions. That pretty much sums up my sembreak. Not bad for a student employed full-time, eh?
After so many months of barren movie-viewing life, the chance to watch movies in a theater for free came. Thanks goodness Cine Europa coincided with the sembreak this year; I was able to see seven. It was a modest number, for I stopped myself from watching the ones screened beyond MRT hours. The rest was from our office’s DVD collection: Rodgers and Hammerstein classic musicals, Paramount Pictures’ dance pack and ’s Red Curtain Trilogy. The experience was reminiscent of my undergrad days when I’d borrow VHS tapes from the Film Department and wait for the dorm’s TV viewing hours to end so I wouldn’t impinge on other dormers’ rights. I would sit there watching alone until the wee hours of the morning. I even secured a permit from the dorm manager for that (Gosh, I was such a dork, to think most of those films weren’t even required.) At home, of course, no permit was needed but I still waited til late night so my siblings wouldn’t miss PBB Celebrity edition.
As if determined to bleed my eyes out, the other vacation activity I had consisted of heavy optic use. During the sem (and earlier), I promised myself not to read in moving vehicles anymore. The books I’ve picked, however, were so good that I couldn’t help but break that promise. So in that way I’ve read ’ , Ayn Rand’s Anthem and Aldous Huxley’s Brave New World. I can almost hear my mom saying “Gusto mo talagang mabulag ano?”
But the most fun part of the break was being pariwara (sabi nga ni JD). The ranters, or the members of the block who badger each other with “Nakatulog-ako-slash-hindi-ako-nakapagbasa” messages every morning through their office emails, finally got together, crashed a blockmate’s house, abused that wonderful invention called magic sing (and the blockmate’s neighbors as well), got wasted and repeated the same feat the following weekend. Ang saya!