Saturday, January 31, 2009

Beerday.

Strangest birthday I think. Last Friday, I caught a last full show screening of The Curious Case of Benjamin Button. The story of a man who grows young as he grows old. The film, as you may know, is almost three hours long, so when the clock struck 12 and I became 25 I was still there inside the dark room with strangers. The only thing that was inside my stomach the whole time that night was popcorn and an orange juice. Though I wasn't hungry, I stopped by a semi-Chinese food chain in front of our office building and ate siomai before going home. Punctuating my midnight meal was the whir of the aircon and the chatter of the food attendants and cashier. The parking lot was empty and I can hear the faint noise of a man belting out from the nearby piano bar. A sense of eerieness befell me.

The next day I lost 1 thousand pesos. Cleaning my drawer I found it stuck between two ties. I put it inside my wallet. I went out for the thermal therapy which I have been doing for about three weeks. I bought a book and went home. When I counted my money, the 1 thousand was gone.

5 comments:

The Scud said...

happy birthday!

lucas said...

happy beerday! :)

you watched 'button' alone? it was so long i had to watch it 3 times. haha!

Visual Velocity said...

So how was Benjamin Button? Is it good? I still haven't seen it and I'm not really sure if I ever will. Brad Pitt sometimes gets on my nerves, but not as much as Tom Cruise does, ehehe.

Happy birthday, man! I hope you had a good one! :-)

jayclops said...

Thanks sa mga greetings!

lucas: i always watch movies alone.

Andy: button was okay but not really great. i saw it already on dvd but i have to see it on the big screen, so i went.

isko b. doo said...

Button is forrest gump on crack. I slept through the whole movie, thanks to the critics.

Happy beerday bai. Sayang ang 1,000. Gihurot nalang unta to sa beerhouse. tsk.

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