singing in the movies

It was while waiting for Rod Stewart to come out to the stage someone mentioned that part of the movie Long Kiss Goodnight when Samuel L Jackson was singing in the car and Geena Davis corrected his lyrics.

I'm not talking 'bout THE LINEN,
And I don't want to change your life.
But there's a warm wind blowing,
The stars are out, and I'd really love to see you tonight.

On top of my head, if I need to cough out the lyrics, I would say COMMITMENT.

I know someone who insists that it is A MINUTE.

It is by the way, MOVING IN.

she said, she said

She mentions being spectacular at remembering lyrics.

I type I hope, I hope, I hope you clap your hands. Naka-mix.

She types I ho-hope ho-hope you clap your hands. Extended version.

We press enter the same time.

Stars.

TPT

When inquired about the condition of a friend who has been in the ICU for a long time, I was advised that she had TPT.

When I googled, this is what I hit.

TPT (condition): A thumb deformity where the thumb looks like a finger - it has three bones instead of the normal two. The hand appears to have five fingers instead of 4 fingers and a thumb.

I am pretty sure I got the wrong acronym.

who'd have known? me.

I was looking through some photos from 2007 when I chanced upon a certain game night folder. Some of the games, I'd rather forget, but I think the pictionary playing bit would remain one of the funniest ones I had ever participated in.

To illustrate (I am literally illustrating), let me show you the winning interpretation. Of course when I say winning it doesn't mean that my team won.

PSM looks at the card and writes (below)
Okay. It is a noun, one word with three syllables. He hesitates and draws a circle, a diagonal line and a vertical line. He crosses it off and tries a different approach.He draws a curved object. We scream "Banana!". He shakes his head. He draws a line on top, someone shouts "Banana Q!". He shakes his head again. He crosses off his drawing.He draws again. It is the same illustration as the one he just crossed out--only bigger. Our time is almost up. We shout random things. I think I threw in "Captain Hook", who cares if that is two words?And then time ran out. It was then that I realized what he was drawing. I cursed and pulled him away. I asked him it if was what I thought it was. He says that it was. Bummer.

At this point the other team gets the chance to steal the point. They get all excited and chatty as they really want that point. I could even hear someone saying "We should know this!". At one point J says to his teammates "Okay guys, at the count of three we shout the answer okay?".

One, two, three.

QUA-SI-MO-DO!

Hahahaha. Wtf.

I think they got fixated on the first illustration.

Answer: Astronaut.

sunday small talk

I headed to KFC for lunch. I was initially contemplating between a two piece original meal and a beef brisket soup with prawn pancake on the side at Din Tai Fung, but I was ravenous and couldn't be bothered with the long wait. So KFC it was.

I was able to secure a table--for four, even if I was eating by myself. It was the only free table, who am I to complain?

Of course almost instantly, a pair of chicken lovers came, and I let them share the table with me.

Then a 40-something woman came, pointing at the seat in front of me. I smiled and said she could take the seat. She smiled too then sat across me.

I could see her peeping into what I was having. I didn't mind.

Then it happened. She started a conversation. Bummer.

Below are not the exact words, but it is very much like how I remember it.

W: Nice ring. Is that a wedding ring?
T: (Wonders why she thinks it is a wedding ring as it is in the middle finger. Decides she is just trying to make conversation.) Thanks. No. It isn't.
W: So you bought it for yourself?
T: Ummm. Yeah. I did.
W: That is so sad. Poor you.
T: (Looks up then continues eating without saying anything.)
W: You are pretty, you know?
T: Thanks. God is kind, he made me look like my mom.
W: Do you have someone?
T: Like family? Or friends? Yes. And yes.
W: No. Like a husband, boyfriend. Or girlfriend.
T: (Thinks the girlfriend ad lib was amusing.) Nope.
W: But why? I was young and pretty once and I always had someone. You should have one too.
T: (Doesn't know what to say. Expects woman to talk about her glory days.) Noted.
W: I am serious. It would be a waste. You won't be beautiful forever.
T: (Wants to hit woman with a mallet.) I suppose there are good anti-wrinkle products out there.
W: (Looks puzzled.) Think about it.
T: Yeah.
W: One day you will wake up old.
T: (Tries very best to smile.) Yeah, like June 12.
W: (Looks confused.)
T: (Is happy woman finally shut up. Quickly eats the last of the chicken. Stands up to leave.) Got to go. Bye.

I should have gone to Din Tai Fung. I don't particularly enjoy talking to people I don't know, or those who do not interest me. I don't feel the need to talk to someone every chance I get.

I however, put some muscle into responding and keeping the conversation going with people I run into on Sundays.

Why Sunday? My reason? Well, in all likelihood these people never get to talk about random things to anyone at home and it is only on Sundays that they are free to socialize, of course they are excitable! With all these being said, I somewhat felt guilty that I didn't indulge her. I easily could have said "Wow. That is a life changing statement for me.", it would have made her day--week.

tinola night

So during lunch, Neneng asks me if I would be eating dinner at home tonight. I give is some thought and I said, I would let her know before six.

End of conversation.

Or at least I thought.

She goes ahead to say "Kase Trace may pang Tinola diyan eh. Yun sana ang lulutuin ko kung wala ka.". She stops. And then adds "Pero may iba pa naman pwede lutuin eh, may fish pa."

Hilarious.

I've decided to go out for dinner, so Neneng could have a Tinola night.

sitting there, listening and waiting

After too much to drink, I would say that everyone (from the party) had a story. I heard more than a few today.

I would admit that I refused to divulge anything, because quite seriously, I don't think there was any need (or want) to talk about myself.

I realized that it is not uncommon for someone to still be caught up with relationships that were and weren't. With my compromised ability to observe, I noticed that it is actually the fine details that didn't have the answers, hence the toilet hogging.

(I would also think about something else from this point onward if I hear the words fire escape.)

As I was sitting there, listening and waiting for each story to unfold, I couldn't help but think to myself should I get another piece of Arnold's chicken?.