A Late Lucky Bastard at the Theater Talk

I registered and got an invite through Gibbs for the theater talk yesterday at PETA Theater. So did my friend Marco. We arrived fashionable and late (note that: it’s different from fashionably late) at the venue but it was just a couple of minutes and the introduction was just starting. I was surprised to see other blogger friends like Shari, Coy, Poyt and Joe there because I only knew LA and Jhed would be the only people I would be familiar with to attend on the said event.

So there we were, I was partnered with Chris to introduce each other to the audience and to Direk Floy. The talk was very lively and invigorating. Direk Floy was consistently flamboyant to liven the whole conversation. It was very interesting because I always appreciated theatre—and other forms of art—yet I just lacked the opportunity to see a real good stage play.

The Gym Plays the Right Music… Not!

The other was one of my 3-day weekly visit to the gym. The moment I entered the gym there was something already wrong. I was heading to the stationary bike to have my warm-up when I heard one of the female customers whining loudly over those two girl gossipmongrel muay thai trainees just right at the front door. She shut up after a few exercises and no catfight occurred that night at the gym. That’s not the worst part that night. What could be worse than not seeing two girls engaging in a catfight at the gym?

Music.

Bombing an expression while covering my ears hearing a band then being added into a list of gift-givers

Woah! That’s a long title. It’s a quick summary of how my weekend went. So how was my weekend again?

Heroes Everywhere

What a nice day to wake up today after a 7-hour slumber and almost running late for work. I still managed to eat breakfast and hanged out around the living room few minutes after 8AM knowing my work would start at 8:30AM. I hadn’t taken a bath yet so guess what time I got out of our turf? 9AM!

Is it me or I just ate a Jalapeño?

While I was on my way to work this morning in the jeepney, a middle-aged bearded Caucasian climbed up and sat near the front seat. He reached his payment to the driver. When the driver was returning his change he rejected it and said he could keep it. “He is a good man” I thought. While I was listening to the musical hubbub of my thoughts, the foreigner gave the driver a business card then next to us, his co-passengers. I had my eyes on the card, it was a business card of a ministry but when I saw the back of the card, I almost burst into flames. The back of the card contained verses of the Bible which made me feel like I just gulped a Tabasco or ate a jalapeño.

Say It From Me v2.0

Here’s the version two of different quotations. It’s all me, I better get this copyrighted. This is what you get from too much thinking.