What is it about New York that just makes falling in love just a whole lot magical? Not that I’ve ever been there, well, in my dreams maybe, nor am I saying that just because I’m not there that my, uh, *cough* relationship *cough* with the Dude, is less enchanting. I don’t know. Maybe New York is just its own brand that every love story woven among the tree-lined avenues and the whispered sweet nothings in the park benches just take your breath away.
It’s a Saturday night (well, technically, early Sunday morning, as I’m writing this..hehe) and I just had a sweet affair with yummy cheese sticks from Pan de Manila that I made even more delicious by overloading it with grated cheese on top, lightly sprinkling it with sugar crystals and toasting it for 3 minutes. Anybody who knows my cooking skills, or the lack thereof, would have been chuckling by now with the effort I did on the cheese sticks (Dude, you reading this? Hehe). I actually bought them last night but I had a sleepover at a friend’s house for some mahjong games after a dinner at MyJoy/Wanna Eat and creamy yogurt at Coffee Cat in the JP Morgan Chase & Co. Bldg. at IT Park. I had Tropical Yogo Parfait – a delectable concoction of mangoes, pineapple, granola, raisins and yogurt, of course – the plastic cup with which it came in I saved wanting a bit of a memento for the 15, 984th customer they have served. I had fun playing mahjong but being out of practice really worked against me but that’s another story. Hehe
However, the point of this entry is not about what recently happened to me although I do owe you guys a really good explanation for the unexpected hiatus, but about falling in love New York style. Rewind the last hour or two and I was comfortably stretched out on the couch watching Little Manhattan. A friend loaned his dvd for some time now yet I just was’t able to watch it until tonight and I’m glad I did. It’s been quite a while since I’ve last spent time with myself just watching a movie and a love story at that. Set in the famous city of dreams, rock and roll musicians, crazy subway and the most happening New Year countdown celebration, Little Manhattan details the one-sided young love complicated by parents on the verge of divorce, getting tongue-tied, and the girl of your dreams being way better at karate than you. And oh, you can add being barely 11 years old to that list.
Gabe and Rosemary Telesco have known each other since kindergarten but nothing more than hi, hello, how are you. When they reached first grade, the “iron curtain” that separates boys from girls (Gabe’s words) fell in between the 2 camps. Since then they have lost track of each other despite being classmates for a long time. Life for Gabe has become really good with school, place kicking, friends and basketball until one day, when his sneaky little heart learned to repeat “Rosemary Telesco” over and over again with a faint longing he couldn’t help.
While told in Gabe’s point of view, with his sometimes cheeky narrative suggestive of self-deprecating humor characteristic of people who have much to say to their objects of affection yet just can’t, the story still provides great opportunities to view the development of other characters. It was fun seeing Gabe manage the rather tricky business of letting your loved one know how much you love them. I should say cute. But it’s more than that. With the great New York as its background and a solid musical score (yup, I’m researching now about the OST which is just to die for), the story just seemed much grander.
And while I could go on and on discussing the merits of the story (and spoiling your movie-watching experience, in the process), I’d rather you get a copy of Little Manhattan and be dazzled by a darling love story that boasts of a distinct New Yorkish flavor.😀
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