Friday, February 22, 2013


While waiting for the film to show, I had decided to proceed to WOOF, it is where gaming machines (I am not sure with the term. You see, I have a shallow swimming pool of words) wait for your hand to roughly maneuver its joystick, it is the haven of adults with childish hearts.

On the other hand, my going there is apparently not to play. I have long forgotten the joyous moments that those machines could bring.  I am more into computer games. After all, ours is the computer era. However, Steve Jobs even said that we are now in the post-computer era. Enough of that nonsense.

Others went for shoot the ball. Some went for the hammer the head. A few tried their singing skills in the videoke rooms. But when I saw the angry birds (cheap stuff toys) inside that machine I knew that I need to have one.

Paulo Coelho said that when you want something and if it meant happiness for you and the people you love, the universe – the stars, the sun, the moon, the trees, the birds, the air, the flowers and even the little ants – they will all unify to help you. So when I tried my luck for the first time and failed, I knew that I need to try it once more. I failed for the second time though. But I had a feeling, a good hunch, that I would be able to get it so soon.

The third time I threw a coin in the slot, she was on my mind. And if I am going to get that angry bird, I am going to give it to her. My intention was good. And the universe did help me. I got the Angry Bird, the green pig oink oink actually.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Hot Seat, Ass Burned!

I did not join the "hot seat evaluation" (as what my co-editors call it) of our publication tonight. I have my reasons. And I did some errands for my aging mother, too. This evaluation is intended for all staffers, to assess them with their performance and attitude towards work.

I did not join the evaluation because I don't want to hurt their feelings by being too frank on how lousy most of them could get. Really, I need not to remind them over and over again on how lousy and irresponsible some of them could get.

If only the pub is a place for us to become friends then that would be really nice. But the office is not a playground, it is not intended for staffers who will just work if they feel like doing it.

How can I hate them and love them at the same time?