It’s been a week.

This week had been one of those weeks that was not very productive but busy at the same time.

I’m not sure how that works out, but it was. It’s these little things that makes me think what the fuck is taking up so much of my time and focus at work and I look back and I don’t know.

I don’t remember much of what happened this week, but I know it felt long and I feel that I wasn’t that productive.

C’est la vie.

That’s live.

It is.

Crazy Rich Asians was release this week. I managed to snag a decent seat early in the morning after a few tries.

Moviepass was a joke. It didn’t show any good seats in its app.

I had to go to the Landmark’s site and purchase the ticket myself. I was surprised to find that there was one decent seat remaining and that’s what I got.

The movie sold out and I think they had to add a second 7:30 showing.

Overall, it was good. I enjoyed it a lot.

It changed a bit from the book. Many stories were streamlined to make it flow a little bit better than the book.

Sure, there would be things that I wished they had fleshed out, like Astrid’s story, especially that of her and Charlie, but they had a slight nod to it at the end. Maybe a sequel?

But all in all. It was good. I’d rate it a 4/5.

I wouldn’t mind seeing it again and I think that’s still in the works with Court, but we’ll see.

There was a great scene in the movie that I loved. The mahjong scene. I understood the gist of it through the dialogue between Rachel and Eleanor. I just didn’t understand the mahjong hand. I don’t play mahjong, so I don’t understand the rules, but it seems that many who watched the movie don’t understand it either.

Thankfully, someone wrote an article about it. Basically, it plays out the same way as the dialogue. I thought it was great. It added another level to the scene.

The other thing about the movie was that it was a good rom-com. I’m glad to see that the rom-com is making a comeback.

Overall, I highly recommend it.

Go watch it.

Finally, a new perspective.

It’s better to have love and lost then to never have loved before.

I know this saying. Everyone knows this saying.

I know deep down inside, I believe it. It’s true, but I play it safe. I think it’s better not to.

It’s a waste.

I have always believed that if I do end up old and alone that I’ll be okay with it. I still stand by that.

No regrets.

I know my choices. I know my life. I know who I am.

Rey taught me to see it in a different light.

She taught me to see it using an analogy with my dad.

The pain and emptiness I felt after my father passed away was unbearable. I was heartbroken. I’m still a little broken. Just a lil’.

Rey taught me a lesson, to finally understand the saying.

Even with all the pain and devastation that happened with my dad’s passing, would my life been better that I had him in my life, having him being there, OR, would it have been better if I never had a father or knew him.

New perspective on this.

Of course, it definitely is better to have a father growing up, even with the pain.

So, yes, it is true. It is better to have loved and lost, then to have never loved before.

Again, deep down inside, I’m sure I knew this already, but it’s always a good thing to get it slapped in your face from time to time.

Eventually, with time, my psychological bullshit and insecurities should fade, and I’ll be ready. Eventually.

She says I’m not open.

I am.

I’m just can’t get out of my head.

Soon.

One day.

One day.