Exclusive Sale

I want to an exclusive Toys R Us sale a while ago.

Funny how some people don’t get what exclusive means.

There was a jerk at the entrance of the store, and he’s making a scene.

Doorman:         I’m sorry, Sir. Hindi po kayo pwedeng pumasok. This is an exclusive sale.

Guy:                 Huh? Bakit?

Doorman:         Exclusive nga po, Sir.

But the jerk was persistent in wanting to get inside the store.

Doorman:         Wag na po kayong mapilit, Sir. If you want, we could let you in, but you must have a credit card from either one of our partners: Metrobank or RobinsonsBank–Cebu Pacific.

Guy:                 I don’t want a card. I just want to buy toys.

Me:                  Uhm, excuse me, jerk! Didn’t you get that it’s an exclusive sale? Now, if you                                don’t mind, please step aside coz there’s a long queue of exclusive shoppers                              behind me.

And as the doorman stamped my wrist, I looked at the jerk and showed my stamped wrist.

Me:                   See? Exclusive.

Once inside the store, you’d see a pandemonium. It’s crazy to see a horde of shoppers with carts and carts of different toys, made even crazier with an air of Christmas tunes.

Paskong-pasko na sa store na ‘to.

While my officemates were scattered to where the bags, dolls, toy cars, and jigsaw puzzles are; I was looking on the racks of Uno, Monopoly, and Magic 8 Ball.

Magic 8 Ball.

I’ve always wanted to have one, when I was young. But I think it’s silly if I’d own one right now. I mean, what’s a 28 year old doing with a Magic 8 Ball?

Anyway, just for the heck of it, I tried asking questions… about my twitter crush. *hihihi*

Me:                   So, is it possible na magka-crush sa akin si twitter crush? *shake shake shake*

Magic 8 Ball:      Without a doubt.

Ay, potaena! It made me wanna ask some more questions.

Me:                   Not that I’m a size queen, pero malaki ba yung ano ni twitter crush? I mean, yung you know.. yung ano nya? *shake shake*

Magic 8 Ball:      Better not tell you know.

Chosera. Pa-suspense ang walanghiya.

Me:                   Eeeeeeh. Sige na. Sabihin mo na. Malaki ba yung ano nya?   *shake shake shake*

Magic 8 Ball:      Signs point to yes.

Stupid right?

Anyway, I didn’t buy the thing. I just put it back.

A few toys caught my interest, though:

·         Battery-powered aquarium fishes (the clownfish one looks really cute)

·         Modern Tamagotchis

·         And this thing called a blinking caterpillar:

  

I know.

I’m weird.

Awestruck

I’ll never forget that day when the 1^st Muse showed up on one of our random hangouts.

It was nice to meet you!

Another Butterfly Story

It was a typical Monday morning.

It’s one of those Mondays that you would literally drag yourself out of bed to go to work. He blamed the long weekend for this.

He mustered all his strength to make his half asleep body to move and prep up.

He rode a tricycle, and once inside, he opened his bag to check if everything is there.

Wallet, check.

Coin purse, check.

Handkerchief, check.

Cellphones, check.

Charger, check.

While rummaging through the other stuff inside his bag, his peripheral view caught a glimpse of something pretty...

For some reason, a butterfly decided to accompany him on his tricycle ride.

Then he thought, “what is it with me and butterflies?”

Either, Or: A Break Up Story

Can someone really fall out of love in just a snap?

Would someone really waste time, effort, money, and emotion just for the hang of it?

There must be something wrong...

  

Either he wasn’t in love with him to begin with,

Or he found someone else.

And yet another one falls as a victim of a nasty breakup... via text.

You'll get by, dear friend.

Fealty

A chirp followed by a chirp led to a train wreck.

But it’s nice to know that I have people around me, who care.

Thanks a lot for having my back...

You know who you are.

The Things We Take for Granted

 

What do we take for granted? And is taking things for granted natural, or a mistake? Or somehow both?

  

~Jeremy Mason (The Soul Thief by Charles Baxter)