I got a text from my good friend that he has returned from his stay in New York. Happy!
I met up with him, and he gave me the stuff that I asked him to buy me. He didn't even ask me to pay for the Avenue Q. soundtrack. He told me that was his pasalubong for me. Happy! We then looked at some naked men in one of the magazines that he bought. Happy!! Happy!
So I got home, and I popped in the Camp DVD, and uncomfortably sat through an Uptown Girls trailer before I got to the main menu. I clicked on the option that would play the live performance of the cast from I don't know where. The Windows Media Player crashed. My computer froze. I pressed CTRL + ALT + DELETE. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Rage mounting. Nothing. So I manually reset the damn thing. Blue screen. Head aching. Restart. Blue screen. Fist clenched. About to hit the CPU. Restraint. And then a message appears. One of the system files has been corrupted. I won't bother you with the technical shit. It's the type of problem that can be resolved by REFORMATTING the hard drive, only a FEW DAYS after transferring precious pictures and videos from my office PC and putting off the simple task of burning them onto CD.
Actually all of the screws that attaches the heel part to the sole have loosened. Some were even TORN, and are still fastened onto the sole. This leads me to the question WHAT THE HELL kind of walking do I do? When I walk from my building to the MRT station as I am wont to do. Do I power walk? Because really, what kind of walking results in the heel part of the shoe to be torn from the sole?
Now I have to buy new shoes, as opposed to, you know, something I need. Like DVDs. Or CDs.
...that to keep warm, I have to rub my hands together to produce heat. Or hold two mugs of hot water. But then I can't type. And my brain is getting numb, too. And ooh! What does "backspace" mean? "back"? "space"?
...for the love of all that is rainbows and pink fluffy bunnies. This is NOT. A. SERVER. ROOM! We do not need the office to be at this temperature.
...that it is aggravating my cold. And my phlegmy cough. Excuse me while I hock a loogie.
I liked this movie. Okay, I loved this movie, because as a wise friend of mine has mentioned, "It's love when you buy the DVD," and buy it I will. Sure, it's no cinematic masterpiece, and the story is bland, and the effects aren't so good, but it's campy, and funny, and it has musical numbers! Extremely cheesy musical numbers with bad dancing! Sorry Hugh, but really, it was. Elton John and Kiki Dee might want to think of ways to strangle the cast, but still, I loved the singing. I blame all those '80s Tagalog films that I watched (and even enjoyed at that time) when I was 7. You know, where people break out into song, and the fishball vendor turns out to be a professional dancer. Those kind of movies.
Anyway.
I hope that this would be Anne Hathaway's last 'princess' project. Oh, wait--Princess Diaries 2. Okay, I hope that after Princess Diaries 2, she'd mix it up...and as I IMDB her name she's going to be in Brokeback Mountain! Jakey!!! She'll be working with Jake Gyllenhaal!!! This just made my day. What? Oh, yes. Ella Enchanted. Good job, Anne Hathaway. I love your singing voice. Dancing, not so much.
As much as I love Hugh Dancy, he could've done a better job. He was okay in the movie, but that's just it. He was just okay. I think he created a good character in Galahad, and set him apart from the other hot knights. But again, we are talking about Ella Enchanted here, so I shall move on.
There are a lot of familiar faces in the supporting cast: It's the Guru! Jimi Mistry! Pronounced 'myst'ry' instead of my own dunderhead version: 'mee-stree'. It's Patsy from Ab Fab! Joanna Lumley! And not Dawn French, as I dunderhead-ly wrote in my review for Shrek 2. It's the guy from The Princess Bride! Cary Elwes! Watch him chew up the scenery. Vernita Gre--Vivica A. Fox! Hey, Minnie Driver! With your 'American' 'accent'. Ah, Parminder Nagra! Hi Parminder! Whu--Wha? Where'd you go, Parminder?! I swore I saw you in that one or two scenes that you were in. Parmindeeeeeer?
Lastly, props to Lucy Punch (who's a sort of Minnie Driver-Lite) and Jennifer Higham for amusing me to no end, as the wicked step sisters Hattie and Olive.
Note: This post was saved as a draft since September 2. Draw your own conclusions as to how lazy I am.
This morning, when I arrived at the office, there was a styrofoam pack in my cube. When I removed the spoon, fork, knife and paper napkin wrapped in clear plastic, the label on the styrofoam pack read Max Brenner. Sure enough, there was the logo of the bald man who owns the brand--Max Brenner himself. I was puzzled. "The fuck? Why do I have food here," I thought. I found out that one of the newly promoted associate partners bought everyone breakfast. After a quick trip to the pantry to get water, I found out that there were two types of food. Bacon and eggs on two buns with a butter mixture and some fruity oatmeal, and champorado (sort of like chocolate porridge, for those not in the know). The food in the styrofoam pack? Was the former. So I went on AIM and asked my friends on the same floor as I am on, who was the thoughtful friend who got me the kickass breakfast, and placed it on my table. Nobody did. I then asked the people in my cube if they were the ones who got me the food, or if they saw someone who did, and they answered no to both questions.
So.
To you, Thoughtful Person and Alleged (By Friends To Be My) Secret Admirer (Whatever, my Friends.), who got me the good stuff. Thank you.
Anyway.
Still full from the Max Brenner breakfast, I met up with some people from college for lunch at this sucky restaurant with sucky service. Timpla at Paseo Center, I am looking at your direction. I only had a mango shake, which took an hour to make. We left at 2:00pm, which is 30 minutes beyond my lunch hour. After an hour when I got back from lunch, my friend's team had food to celebrate the promotion of some people. And, you guessed it. She offered me food. I was already hungry by then, because I did not have much for lunch except that mango shake, which took an hour to make, so I obliged.
As promised:
