A day in the life…

I remembered one strip from Lyndon Gregorio’s Beerkada. It was about the showing of Star Wars (Ep 2 I think). The first frame showed people talking about the film’s opening and speculating that, since it was the first day of showing, a lot of people might troop to the cinemas to watch it. So they resolved to watching it the day after or during the weekend.

The second frame showed the dense Jimmy in the cinema, watching Star Wars, wondering why he is all alone.

I call it the First Showing Day Syndrome.

But no, that wasn’t exactly what happened yesterday.

My officemates, my SO and I wanted to catch Superman Returns in the cinema on its first day. But reports of tickets being sold out reached us. Heck, even one officemate told us that Megamall cinemas were already packed. So we decided to watch it the day after (which is today).

My boss told me he’d check out if he can still get tickets at Galleria and asked me if I wanted to check it out, too. I told him I’d wait for my SO here in the office and then we’d proceed to see if tickets were still available.

On our way I told my SO that it’s okay if we’d watch it during the weekend. That is, if ever there were no tickets left. But when we got there, lo and behold! No people in queue. No fanboys waiting for the next screening. When we got inside, there was only enough people to fill the balcony area. Take note, curious people. I repeat, no geeks, no cosplayers whatsoever.

Did people have the First Showing Day Syndrome?

Either that, or all the people were shoulder to shoulder in the IMAX theater.

I dunno how I first got addicted to you.

During my early years you manifested as a powder mixed with Nido. I liked it that way, even if you were in your rawest state, no water added.

Then I met your other relatives, in different brands, shapes, sizes and coatings, with nougat, caramel, almonds macadamia, and whatever nuts.

I loved you ever since.

Today, one of your kind is again in our refrigerator again. Then I remember my SO telling me to lay low if I want to reduce my waist size a bit, and my mother telling me that eating just a teeny weeny bit in the morning wouldn’t hurt. Heck, even Charlene Gonzales does that. See?

And so I pick up a piece left over from last night, and before I send you to the abyss that is my mouth and before it transforms into dreaded calories and unsightly bulges, I say…

I wish I knew how to quit you.

Mmm, tsalap!

It was the craziest thing that happened today.

I was fixing myself up, getting ready to go to the office when suddenly I hear this noise outside. At first I thought it was a truck engine. Then it sounded more like a chainsaw cutting off our duhat tree. And then all of a sudden, a cloud of smoke was drifting outside the bedroom window. WTF?!? A little bit of curiosity and anxiety was piling up inside, so I got out of the bedroom and to the living room… which was all covered in smoke from the outside. And by the garage, there was a silhouette of a stranger fumigating our home! WTF?!?!

My youngest brother, who was inside my parents’ bedroom, was jokingly screaming, "We’re trapped! Halp! Halp!" I felt something stinging my nose. I didn’t know whether to laugh or sulk because of the smell.

It was like a Baygon bomb just fell from the sky and into our garage.

Now, the real story goes like this: my dad saw this guy fumigating a part of the road (the drainage system, perhaps?) and called him to fumigate our garage ‘coz he says there were a lot of mosquitoes outside (blame it on the plants, I guess). So there.

Wow, never thought we’d be "pest-controlled" in our own home. I thought that joke only applied here in the office (’coz we’re pests?). I thought wrong.

You know YouTube.com, right? I mean, who doesn’t know about this website? You must be living under a rock.

Yesterday, our officemate downloaded a certain video from YouTube. Watching it was real fun. I guess the "videoke treatment" did it.

Then suddenly you realize, what if that person has no idea that she’s been watched and laughed at without her knowledge… and I’m talking about people she doesn’t know or would not even know in her lifetime. How would that person feel? Would she laugh at her "mistakes" or would she cower in one corner in shame?

I guess YouTube has its upsides and downsides. It’s a pretty entertaining site… just as long as it’s not you that’s there or, worse, the one being laughed at.

For your reference, click this link.

I like puzzle games. I like twisting my brain with these kind of things. Tetris, cryptograms, logic puzzles.

Lately I have discovered a new puzzle game. Well, not really new. It’s been around for a while now. I just read about this in the newspaper and, during one of those bored-out moments, I decided to try it. And now I think I’m getting hooked.

It’s called sudoku. Kinda like a cryptogram, only this would involve numbers rather than letters, and each number, from 1 to 9, would not be repeated in the same column, row or, in the 9×9 games that I’ve played, 3×3 boxes. It’s kinda like a deduction game, too. You just have to determine the number’s position based on the clues given.

Tried it on the internet yesterday, and fortunately there’s a button wherein you can check if your answers are right. If not, then delete or repeat all over again. Easier than on paper where you’d be needing a pencil and eraser most of the time(or pen and Magic Touch). Fastest time is 13 minutes and less than 10 seconds. Longest was like more than 20 minutes. Great. More practice.

Next thing you know I’ll be dreaming of numbers every night. Kinda weird, coming from a person who’s not really into numbers. Well, it entails no odd equations, so I guess that’s fine.

Try it, you’re gonna get addicted to it. I think I am now. 983672154…179438625…237165849…

And I literally mean s**t. So for those grossed out, stop reading from here.

Okay, so you want the stories, huh? Well, here it goes.

Last night (or was it early morning already?) during overtime, while we were in the middle of brainstorming, we arrived at the topic of pooping in the office CR. Gross, ‘no? I dunno where it started, but it’s interesting that each person here in the office who had sat on the ivory throne has idiosyncratic quirks, habits and funny moments to share, such as:

1. Bringing reading materials in the cubicle.
2. If not reading, smoking.
3. Which person has gone to do the number two the most number of times in the history of Maverick.
4. Who’s "namamahay."

… and the list goes on. Just said that ‘coz the next entries might be subject for censorship. Tsaka baka may mabuko na d’yan. Hahaha!

Wait a minute, why am I sharing this again?

Sorry for this entry. I attribute this weirdness to lack of sleep.

Ignore this one.

Nah, it’s like about four hours before my SO alights the ship (or boat) that is called Maverick.

Ah well. Change is the only constant thing in this world, I guess. Changes are good. I believe they are.

Time for some adjustments. Not too major. Still, a bit of tweaking here and there. But we’re gonna be fine.

Anyways, the evangelion’s here with me. And Fluffy’s gonna be there with him. An angel and man’s best friend. Cool.

Blabbering again.

Finally! After eating seven Burger McDo and one Chicken McDo Happy Meals bought in different occasions, plus some additional pounds gained during that six-day period, I have now completed the Cars toys that come free with the meal. My head aches at the sight, and even the thought, of that white and pink paper package and the orange-colored thing that sits on top of the meat patty.

All for the love of the toy.

Besides, the Cars toys they sell at Toy Kingdom is priced at around Php200 each. And the big die cast Mater and Lightning McQueen models are sold at a hefty price of more than Php1000. No thanks. My 1K can be used for something else… and something better.

Plus these Happy Meal toys have some kind of "special" feature for each car. So that makes it even more cute. Cuter. Whatever. That’s the same reason I completed the Finding Nemo and The Incredibles Happy Meal toy collection. Add to the fact that probably after a decade or so, these would be considered "rare" and I can sell them at a higher price… hehehe…

For now, I’m gonna stay away McDonalds. Or at least until another deserving Happy Meal toy comes my way.

While my SO and I were walking around Galleria this weekend (with him carrying a huge DV-striped plastic containing a complete Marvel Legends Onslaught series), we passed by a restaurant which was under construction. The name: The Old Spaghetti House.

So if The Old Spaghetti House would open a new branch, what would it be called?

The New Old Spaghetti House?

The New Spaghetti House?

The Newly-Opened Old Spaghetti House?

Just wondering…