Happy Anniversary!

When I was a kid, my mom used to tell me that the power of the mind is the only thing that is limitless in this world. It is in one's way of thinking that he can't be overpowered by anybody. I can't remember when my mind started to wander. But all I could remember was from that time she told me about it, I learned to think more imaginatively, my brain started to work more creatively and it worked for me both positively and negatively. The only problem though is that one's idea must be put into something concrete that it could reach into one person's senses and that is when one's thoughts start to be limited, as to there are so many considerations to think of... but as for me, the hell I care of other people!

Today is the first year of this so-called vice of lifeless and boring people like me - blogging. Although I don't find myself boring, as going to bars, drinking and smoking is something boring for me, I'll just try to accept the fallacy that I don't have much of a life compared to normal people.

I never kept a diary of myself because I don't want people to know my past nor anything about the how's and why's of my death. But I later developed myself into a transparent individual and thought of looking for an outlet for my depression of losing my job and failing in my attempt to be loved back by the girl I have loved for a long time, I found blogging a nice medium for my emotions. It started all in friendster and a newly found friend introduced me to blogger. Someday, when I'll get old, rich and famous, I might decide to host my own blogsite.

Like a temperate deciduous tree, I've been through all the seasons - shedding my leaves during the fall and have them grown in spring. It just makes me laugh whenever I review all the entries I have. Whether it'll be about my failed pursuit/s, rantings, criticism, food, and all, I never thought I've written those. Writing is not my talent, just my frustration and whenever I read my entries over and over again, they give me a certain sense of pride in myself.

Finally, I am hoping to write more and more about my life through this blog. For most of you, this doesn't make sense but this is already an achievement for me. Thank you for all those who keep on checking this site almost everyday. And for those who just randomly click on the link in blogger without reading a single word that I've written, you've made the right choice.

My Three-Dimensional Space Experience

12:25 p.m. I'm finally done with my last call. I haven't taken my last break so I might, as well, make use of the last five minutes.

12:30 p.m. I log out from my Avaya phone, bid TL's Trish and Tin goodbye, go a floor higher, get my bag from my locker and get out of the building to hail a jeepney for the MRT Cubao Station. After a long time of competing with so many people on the train, almost kissing some of their armpits, I finally reach Taft Station, ran down the stairs and take a jeepney towards Mall of Asia.

Do I look excited for "Superman Returns"? Am I? Of course, I am not. It's been a while since I haven't seen it. For 20 years, I've waited for him to fly again. I've [sort of] memorized "Can You Read My Mind," got bored with "Lois and Clark," sang the hit song of Five for Fighting several times, and snubbed "Smallville." This is it, finally!

2:00 p.m. I'm already at the mall. After being notorious for my tardiness since elementary to my second year in college, I finally decided to be an early bird. I'm an hour early. That's nice. I look for a vacant seat for my weary varicous veins to rest. I spot a place near some Americans with elite group of Filipinos, who speak like old people, with thick R's and all. I hear a young guy, about 15-18 years old, who says he hasn't heard of Superman at all. I don't care. Maybe Superman isn't globally popular. Whatever.

For Christ's sake, why are infants brought to the movie house? As far as I know, everybody, including those who can't even understand any language at all, are paid in full. Seven bucks is too big to be wasted for babies who can't even remember how creepy Superman's looks is. But I'll still forgive those stupid parents. I guess they just want their child to acquire any kind of air-borne diseases. And for the child's nanny also to have the chance of watching the movie in 3D.

People are like me. They're fond of documenting their first time. I even spot a group of coñotic Ateneo girls with their parents taking their pictures with the big Coca-cola figure behind them.

2:45 p.m. People start lining up for the 3:00 schedule. I head towards the right side. The space is too limited that the file looks like a maze or a snake. Tickets are inspected and the 3D goggles are distributed. I ask Manong distributor if the glasses should be returned back after the movie and he said yes. When I touch it, it's heavier than what I expected. It's not made of thin plastic lenses with cardboard frame. Hahaha! Ignoramus.

3:00 p.m. Lights are out. The screen is so huge. According to the voice over, it's an eight-storey screen but I don't think so. Instructions are given. I remember them. The goggles should be put on when a green signal is flashed on the screen and should be removed when a red signal is flashing; Viewers must also wear them during the preview of movie trailers; AND after the movie, people must take the exit at the back, WITH THE PEOPLE AT THE LAST ROW TO TAKE THE EXIT FIRST. It's clear. I'm happy because I'm at the last row.

As always, advertisements were shown first before anything else. The screen is so huge that I feel like throwing up. I'm far-sighted so anything that is so large would give me discomfort. Plus, it's Kris Aquino's Purefoods Chunky advertisement which comes first. Good thing there's no Ginebra, Magnolia nor San Miguel ads. FYI, iMAX is a tie up of San Miguel Corporation and SM so it's expected for these advertisements to be shown.

Anyway, here's a list of things I could say:

• "Superman Returns" isn't a bad movie. I came in the theater pretty excited and tired. I got out happy and more exhausted.
  
• Keannu and the late Christopher don't have the same surname. The former has "S" in the end while the latter has none. So never say Christopher Reeves, puwede?
  
• There's really something in Brandon's looks that I find so creepy. Did he undergo plastic surgery to make him look almost the same as Christopher Reeve or to make him look something beyond a normal human being?
  
• His blue eyes are obviously fake.
  
• His shoes are like the normal rubber boots that people wear on rainy days. We call it bota.
  
• I hate it when I'm near a gay guy. I have nothing against them but when they're too noisy and start expressing their sexual desires, that's the start that I get annoyed. Anyway, my seatmate keeps on commenting the bulge on his crotch. He says it's digitally minimized so that the audience wouldn't get distracted by it. I just said "Sshhhh..."
  
• The whole movie isn't at all 3D, just approximately 20 minutes, most of them are the flight scenes. It's like Superman is getting near you and you could feel that you might get hit by some pieces from the explosion.
  
• How does it feel when, as a fetus, Superman's child would start kicking inside a woman's womb? Isn't it freaky?
  
• The kid reminds me of the child-actor-turned-drug-addict-turned-comeback-actor-whose-movie-was-a-flop Macaulay Culkin.
  
• Kevin Spacey is really a good actor. I start hating him for his character here.
  
• Kate Bosworth looks like Natalie Portman in a few angles. Most of the time, I'm distracted by her big forehead. Had she lived in the prehistoric era of the Philippines, she would be a slave.
  
• If he really exists and that I'm working in Daily Planet, I must be the first and the only guy to observe that Superman and Clark Kent is the same person. The characters are somewhat stupid not to recognize that very obvious resemblance.
  
• Superman is a stalker. He always tells Lois that he's always around. My voice is loud enough when I said "stalker" right after Superman delivered that Academy Award-winning line that my other seatmate, who keeps on sniffing (maybe because she got carried away with the drama), laughed. Congratulations, I'm not corny at all!
  
• Nothing really spectacular than the very detailed animation, and yes, the return of Superman.

After three hours (including the ads and the trailers), it finally ended. As for the last instruction, people don't remember it... or they choose not to remember it. I don't think that they don't understand it. They're just stupid to choose not to understand it. Being in the last row, I was one of the people who go out last.

Superman and the Brown-haired Guy

Since we're going to have a new schedule for this month, my rest days would run from Thursday to Sunday. It's considerably a long vacation for me which works both for my advantage and my disadvantage. The brighter side of it is that I wouldn't have to be disturbed by my alarm clock, saying that I've got to get up and work. I wouldn't have to deal with those egoistic level 2 techs, I wouldn't have a hard time looking for working computers, and I wouldn't have to be irritated by the PAC ringing my phone from time to time in case I would take a long time in after call work (ACW) for completing my notes, creating a dispatch or submitting my case to the outbound team.

On the other hand, I would have a longer time for boredom. Being away from the family leaves me nobody to talk with, nothing to talk about, nobody to reprimand me with my messy bed, and nobody to compete with when it comes to watching a television program. I also have a hard time adjusting my biological clock as I usually wake up at 8:30 in the evening. During my off, I wake up at 2:00 a.m. and stay awake until 12:00 noon.

Yesterday, I've thought of something fruitful for me. After eating all the chocolate chip pancakes that I've made, and eating a plateful of rice and my favorite tuna with egg, I thought of going out. My grey hairs are so evident that I thought of dying my hair again. This is also the disadvantage of growing my hair. I have to dye and apply gel on it.

For years, I only used blue black or very dark brown on my hair. I don't have the guts to wear a loud color on my head, except once when I decided to have highlights. My friends like it but I don't care if I look good in it or not. I just want to try. After all, it's not somebody else's head that I'm experimenting.

Yesterday, I dropped by Ystilo Salon in Tandang Sora. Their very big billboard caught my attention. It's not Vina Morales' face that attracted me. It's their offer of giving 20% discount to customers. So instead of going elsewhere, I've decided to stop by Berkeley Mall and go to that parlor. After a few minutes of waiting, of learning new recipes from a food magazine, I was already called by the assistant to have my hair shampooed. She asked me what color would I love to be applied on my hair. This time, I asked for her suggestion but told her that I don't want to look scandalous with loud colors. So, she told me that golden brown/amber dye would fit me. Well, here I am, a newly born brown-haired person!

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Aside from conquering my fear from Brandon Routh's not-so-human features, I thought of watching Superman Returns in 3D as I might not have chance to watch it again and only only mall has the IMAX theater in this country. So, I've also thought of going to SM Mall of Asia. I don't want to spend my time to take a cab nor do I have my private car so my practicality told me to take the bus.

For those who are thinking of going to that mall and don't have any choice but to ride on a bus via EDSA, here are things you need to bring along with you:

• Patience. It is a virtue and the probability of being stuck in a traffic jam is 99/100.
  
• Food. A person who is not on a diet but could easily get bored must have something to eat. It doesn't just gets me away from being bored. It exercises my jawbone.
  
• Reading materials. If you're lucky enough to get into a bus with no sound system, then you are really very lucky! Not only that you would get rid that annoying high-pitched corny person of an FM station that requires you to memorize it, you also could get your ears rested. And you could have the time to enrich your mind.
  
• iPod, walkman or just some cotton balls to cover your ears, in case you hate Love Radio and their very jologs songs.
  
• Handkerchief or towel. It's either hot, dusty, or the airconditioner of the bus smells ewan. It also protects your respiratory system from stinky seatmates.
  
• Skill in sleeping. I tell you, it's better to sleep than wait for long hours.

After hours of waiting, I've finally reached the so-called biggest mall of Asia. It's indeed very very big in the middle of a wider unoccupied space. As for my plans of watching Superman, the tickets are sold out so I'm scheduled to watch it on Friday next week. That would mean that I would have to deal with my patience again.