story facTory

interestin, much like mangoes

commuting ain't the sweetest thing in the world, what with all the stoic faces or the occasional grin, but it still is sorta conducive for sweet thoughts

like chocolate
from a waterfall, on a river, inside a stupidly wrapped golden tin foil, or between pan de sal. sweet, i know.

shang was unusually full today, thanks to the chocolate factory. the last time t'was this full was star wars episode 3 with my bro and tito bong. i was a bit tearful on that cinema earlier today, surrounded by kids screaming die die die and eating their popcorns out loud.

but then, came the hoompa loompas. and they started to really get annoying, especially when they sorta mimicked that good band queen. but the squirrels were cute and highmore was convincing. now, i have to meet tim burton. or maybe i'll wait first for the corpse bride.

you gotta catch the movie, and also beyond the sea. kevin spacey can sing! it's like ray only brigher and without the cocaine.

anyhoo, gk bitaw at payatas was moved to next sunday today that's why i was free for the movie, which convinced me to grab a bar of dairy milk chocolate after.

and yesterday, well yesterday was cute. you see, t1 found a way to stop from waking up at 6 in the morning just to go to amparo and break this huge pile of wet soil and place them in sacks for nstp. t1 found musmos at 9 in the morning, not 730. but the sleeping disorder in me told me to sleep more and, remember "do nothing", slept till 10?

well doing nothing paid off, and iya sent this message saying they cancelled nstp and musmos. woohoo. the Big Boss loves me

He sure knows i can't wake up early after sleeping late the previous night thanks to bituin escalante as asaka. you guys, she totally rocks in Once on this Island. and we only paid half a thousand for orchestra seats thanks to our lack of punctuality. but it was totally fun even if we missed the first few minutes. getting there thanks to jepoy and the bluerep gang was fun too.

totally, even if i had to endure all the harsh realities nora aunor's himala movie showed me. i had to for bonus points, and it took an hour more than expected. thanks to that, i missed strains ga, ads training session, blueREP rehearsals and law21 makeup classes on extuinguishment of obligations. but watching a ricky lee movie ain't so bad. sure is better than fantastic four or spidey2.

three days full of stories. stories that can be summed up on this essay i found from mcsweeney's:

THE SHORT ESSAY THAT CONQUERED THE PLANET
by Tim Carvell

It started quietly. The writer finished the short essay and sat back, pleased. He sent it off for publication, and the essay was distributed into the world. A few people read it. They showed it to others. Others began reading it. Soon, they noticed changes: They felt younger, more alive. Their warts and blemishes disappeared. Their reproductive organs swelled. Their hearts were filled with song.
They began to tell others about the essay. Soon, the essay was being copied—emailed around the world (with an appropriate copyright fee always, always being sent back to the author), and placed on websites. It was tacked up in offices, schools and churches. It was read from pulpits and from podia, and from the balcony of the Vatican. It was appropriated by a columnist for the Boston Globe.
The essay was set to music; it became an opera, a play, a blockbuster film. It became a well-reviewed ballet, and an avant-garde production at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, staged by Robert Wilson, with music by Tom Waits—whose music seemed happy for quite possibly the first time ever. The essay became the shortest piece of writing ever to receive the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award. It went on to win the Caldecott Medal, the Nobel Peace Prize, and the Jean Hersholt Humanitarian Award. Then it swept the Grammies.
Miraculous reports began to trickle in: The essay had closed an unclosable wound. It had brought peace where there had once been strife. It scratched the places that could not be itched. It tamed lions.
Word of the essay spread to other lands. It was translated into many languages. Relief organizations stopped shipping food, and began simply dropping the essay on blighted areas, which miraculously revived. The essay created droughts where there were floods, and floods where there were droughts. It converted water to wine, and vice versa. It partitioned those parts of the world that had hitherto been thought to be unpartitionable. It sowed peace and love. It raised the dead and smote the wicked.
After months of planning, the people of the world, at a given hour on a given day, all stood in the streets and read the essay aloud, in unison, billions of voices mingling into one as the essay soared out into the heavens in a fantastic global murmur. The heavens parted and the sun shone on the entire world at once, in a cataclysmic expression of joy, and all animals were given the power of speech, and all humans were given the ability to fly, and the unicorns returned.
The writer beheld all this and smiled. "This," he thought to himself, "is a fine beginning."

fine.

lisnin to explosions. my tito is playing battleships, unwinding after making this real cool program you shoud catch on the thirdByte site. an enhanced font viewer
sortof readin the onion, "Report: Our High Schools May Not Adequately Prepare Dropouts For Unemployment", and the economist's diversions
feelin kinda well-rested. good heavens