Remember, remember...the 26th of March

I watched V for Vendetta as the clock struck 12 midnight today. Personally, it heralds my being greatly attached to comic books for nearly half the time I've walked the face of the earth. I liked the movie despite being naive of the Alan Moore's work from which the film was based. I watched it with a flat mate of four years being the person most close to me in proximity as our rooms are adjacent, likened to how adjacent one butt-cheek is to the other.

I swore to blog today to express my gratitude for a newly found hobby that serves as a powerful media for me to express my thoughts in words. On aether.

I will thus wake up late in the afternoon following an ever predictable insomnia fit, despite a very early wake up call (for the first of many more summer outings to come, held at Caylabne) the previous day. I will still work late in the office as overtime on a Sunday as is always the case but giving the day its unique due by going home earlier than the usual 10pm.

I will draft my ideas on the farewell gift of a beloved colleague which would come out different from the ideas given to me by my superiors, as it would be my sole effort to come up with the creative output, anyway, as is always the case. This time, the finished product will be unabridged but, at the same time, still hauntingly beautiful as it always comes out to be.

There will be no party celebration, per tradition.

I will climb within the week as I need for today to give my muscles its much needed rest from kayaking yesterday.

Text messages from well wishers will not get unanswered and so do phone calls from friends and family both near and far. Several text messages will be sent out to friends who may have forgotten what the 26th is just so they would not feel bad when their greetings come a day short from the actual day of celebration. I am, after all, secured enough by the heartfelt greetings I got today from those most important to me.

I will watch several episodes of Get backers on DVD before retiring to bed and read Alan Moore's book to give the author his due.

Remember, remember the fifth of November
As well as the 26th of March.
Gunpowder, treason, and the birth of this person
Should never be forgot.
Sorry for the clumsy rhyme. The original poem, of course, goes:

Remember, remember the fifth of November
Gunpowder, treason, and plot
I see no reason why gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot.

Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, 'twas his intent
To blow up the King and the Parliament.
Three score barrels of powder below
Poor old England to overthrow:

By God's providence he was catch'd
With a dark lantern and burning match.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, make the bells ring.
Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Hip hip hoorah!

With everything said, here's to celebrate a lifetime of more great memories, heightened state of mind, more cashflow than anyone could ever comprehend, friendship, betrayal, trust, and always living up to the highest of standards in looking impeccably great.

posted by Fritz @ 1:13 AM