Detective Conan Things

So this weekend, Joey and I went to the mall and watched Detective Conan movie 27. It's been over a decade since I last watched anything from this series, so I was basically relying on long term memory to recognize characters 😂 that was kinda embarrassing lol. But yeah, it was fun.

Yesterday, I thought of rewatching old Detective Conan movies starting from #1 (Time-Bombed Skyscraper) coz I forgot them already. 14 minutes in and I was already regretting my decision. HAHAHA

The movie Ran wanted to watch with Shinichi was "The Legend of the Red String". 🤦‍♀️ But nope, I shook it off, shook it off. I kept watching the movie, first in Tagalog dub, then in Japanese (coz the Tagalog one had cut scenes).

Yeah, go figure. This was one of the few times the bomb timer was shown, and this number flashed on my screen. 😂

Then Ran explained her reasoning why she cut the blue wire instead of the red one, despite Shinichi telling her to cut her favorite color.

I've had enough at this point. 🥴 I didn't ask for signs, Universe. Stop throwing random shit at me.

Towards the end of the Japanese version, I saw a clip that was cut out of the Tagalog dub. HAHAHA well yeah, you don't have a chance at all until you get out of your sticky problem, Shinichi. Maybe in another decade. Or better luck next life. 😂

20 Years Ago

I had a dream where we looked like ourselves from 20 years ago.

We were in a school, it felt like UPLB but it's not. It was a large campus with a vast green space and multiple structures. I told you I needed to do something on the top floor of the old school building and asked you to go ahead without me.

It felt like a dwarf's house, small and unstable. I struggled to climb narrow staircases. There were dark corners and cracks in the walls... The place could pass as a horror movie set. Once on the top floor, I entered an office (Principal's? Dean's? Chancellor's?) but she wasn't there. The building shook a bit and I held onto a part of the roof support only for the wood to break. Made me feel like Goldilocks breaking stuff by accident. The building looks like it needs renovation — or maybe demolition, it can barely stand.

In the next scenario, I was leaving an assembly while trying to think of a Tagalog word I can't remember, so I kept asking Dolores (one of my dorm roommates) for help in recalling it. She just laughed and we went our separate ways. I saw you waiting in the next corner, wearing that smile I always adored.

It seems in this dream, we were attending college together. But it's unclear if we were in the same level/year.

You went and registered our classes and we had first period together. It was a Science subject. We sat in the back row, our chairs stuck together. You pulled your desk up and out of the way and we were borderline physically intimate. You made me touch your bulge below and I blushed, both of us wanting more. The instructor was busy yapping on with a projector in front. Our classmates ignored us completely.

Towards the end of class, I was submitting some paperwork when the instructor asked to see my ID. He saw that you wrote your name as my emergency contact on my ID using a sign pen, so he smudged it off because it looked messy. The ID looks old... with an ID number format that looks like a trace ID from work.

You wanted some alone time after that class and we were on our way to our shared flat when I woke up.

What is up with my dreams with you always ending up naughty!? 😤

Spam

Of all the surnames you can attach to randomly generated accounts, why this? 🤦‍♀️

Based on my research, I'm not the first person to experience this so it's possible that a spam bot was behind it. But the presence of this surname specifically opens the other possibility that this was intentionally done by another human. 😒

Universe, you're really not helping me out much here.

Anyway, I didn't click the link.

Die With A Smile

Sunday, August 18th. Body clock gone to shit and felt the sandman around 7AM.

I stirred from sleep in a rather messy room. Still felt groggy but knew I wasn't alone, so I forced my eyes open. I saw you there with your usual cheeky smile, you were in a good mood. Were you watching me sleep?

I asked what you were doing there (why didn't I ask why I was there 🤦‍♀️) and I don't remember your answer, but it seems there's an upcoming family gathering. It's your family's business in your mother's house, and against better judgment I was gonna join.

You said "I missed you". I broke eye contact.

I got up from bed and checked something across the room. We talked casually about your niece, I must be there on her invitation otherwise I really don't know why I'd be there. Later on you asked if the doll you unintentionally sat on was mine, then you held up a Barbie doll with messy blonde hair. (I brought a doll??) I frowned, not sure how to answer, then reached up behind you to show that no, that wasn't mine, and that my doll is safe behind a pillow. She had pristine, wavy brown hair. Maybe it's my gift for a younger niece.

You asked me if I wanted some coffee, I declined saying I want to sleep more. It was dark out, I yawned and stretched... my guard was down. Taking advantage of our closeness, you hugged my upper torso and sort of lifted me towards you, bringing us both down on the mattress with me on top. You kissed me and as if on autopilot, I kissed back. You flashed a quick mischievous grin, then we both said, "hindi na pwede". But you were friggin hard down there. 🤦‍♀️ I struggled to get off you and out of your arms, before a phone call jolted me awake.

It's funny how your touch felt warm and familiar in that dream. I should've forgotten by now. What's more baffling was it felt like I really was in your arms right before I woke up. Am I going crazy or what?

Today I thought long and hard as to what triggered that dream, trying to look at it from a logical perspective. I realized if I gave these memories a chance, I would still fucking hold a torch for you.

We should never meet again, you and I.

august

You still cross my mind everyday, sometimes from a triggered memory, other times out of the blue. The good news is, it doesn't hurt as much anymore.

One time last month I wondered, did you do something to stop the pain? Or is this what you meant would happen after you cut that red string? These thoughts make me doubt my mental state, but they're hard to ignore knowing what we went through.

You chatted me up this weekend and asked if I had money. I answered no. I still don't know what else you want, is this your way of checking up on me? I'm confused. I recalled that Soft Pillow question all those years ago...

I had an idea what the money was for, but I didn't want to come across as presumptuous so I asked — you didn't respond.

From talking everyday to chatting once a month... Oh, how things have changed. I never really wanted anything more than friendship, but you opened the possibilities and I hoped... No, I prayed for things I shouldn't.

The price I paid for these false hopes is steep. But maybe, was it just me or us? Did you end up absorbing everything again? I really hope not. The last thing I wanted for you was to suffer more heartache.

My memories of you bring happiness and peace, but it also calls back the pain. Our reunion came and went as fast as summer rain.

We last parted ways after a car ride. That day I surprised you outside your home, we went to church, ate samgyupsal, cracking jokes only lovers would. You bought brownies for me to take home. I remember our kiss — bittersweet and holding back. I knew we felt where all this was going.

I remember our promises, both broken and fulfilled. Our prayers, hopes, and dreams together. It was beautiful. It was home. It was love. But it wasn't ours to have.

So I've been making a conscious effort to bury our precious memories in the depths of my mind. Overwriting where I can. I've done this before, I can do it again. Thus is Fate tied down by Reality.

But my life will never be the same.

These are words I want to say to you, but I know I shouldn't. And so to the journal they go.

I wish you happiness, bi. I wish you love. Know that my heart wants your heart to be full and whole.