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.

Letters to Romeo

*The blog title is adapted from the movie: Letters to Juliet.

Handwritten letters – it was a means of communication back in the day.

It’s a way of putting feelings, emotions, and/ or thoughts into writing; whether in cursive or in print.

I’ve just finished reading One Day by David Nicholls yesterday, and what I like about the story is that the female protagonist loves to write letters to his bestfriend–turned–lover.

I barely do handwritten letters anymore.

But if it’s a love letter, I think anyone would be compelled to write it by hand.

However, in this digital age, people would opt to write love letters via other means. It could be a tweet, an FB post; or better yet, a blog entry.

I think it would be quite interesting to read letters about those who have found love, searching for love, longing for love, waiting for love, and those who lost love.

Here are a few of them:

A Love Note, by yours truly 

How I Want toSpend My Day With You, by Nikki 

Saan Mo Dadalhin Ang Pag-ibig?, by Yas

To You, by Leo 

The Breakup, by Babit

I’d like to believe that once in your life, you have, in one way or another, written a love letter.

Care to share it me?

If it’s fine by you, I’ll add your link to the list.