My friend Candy read the Twilight books even before it was released here, off some ebook I think. And like every avid reader should, she pimped it to everyone else within a mile radius. And like any hoity toity non-fan, I refused to be a lemming and DIDN'T read it. Like Harry Potter part deux (though that one, I hung my head in defeat in the end, drats!).

But, for reasons I cannot remember, I owe her a movie which I didn't like - that she did - watch it with her and pay for the popcorn as well. It was Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants 2 (I didn't even see the first one!), then Mama Mia (But people are singing! and are tanned!) then this one. I figured, since she agreed to watch it with the rest of my co-residents in SM San Lazaro, the crowd should at least be entertaining.

And the Tayuman-Sampaloc people didn't disappoint.

Behind us were a couple of UST college students who knew all the words to the movie and were sent in spasms of fangurrrl fits (squelched screams and ill-concealed squeals of glee) whenever the pale guy appears onscreen. I stopped paying attention to the plot as listening to the book club behind us was far more entertaining.

This was the first time I watched anything in SM San Lazaro and I have to say, while I'm not exactly rushing to the nearest bookstore to read Stephanie Meyer, I'm looking forward to the next movie date in the said cinema.

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Interactive session on a Psoriasis patient with Dr. Tan:

Dr. Tan (talking to the patient): We'll start to taper your Methotrexate next week. And always remember to pray: Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!

Okay.

Jesus Q8.

Got it.