Kitty Litter

Aaand now for a break from the usual whiniess.

1. (Totally self-indulgent) I am happy. I cleaned out my filthy bedroom (took me three days) and I will post photos in a bit :) No, the photos below are not of my bedroom. Just thought I'd make that clear ;p

2. Wynn and I met up at National Book Store on Quezon Avenue some time ago. I arrived there first and sat at the kiosks in front of the grocery. He was delayed, so I took out my phone and began to read my messages. (Aside: The New York Times recently carried an article in which it points out that work interruptions--text messages, calls, etc.--make you less productive, so I check most of my messages at the end of the day. End aside.)

I was amused by a joke message from Bud which said, "Txt na Txt K N B s Idol Mo?" It then went on to give his number and the guarantee, "Siya mismo sasagot sa 'yo kaya txt na!" Naturally I decided to edit it to put in my own name and number, then forward it to those in my phonebook with a sense of humor.

In the middle of it all, my phone rang. It was Wynn. I had just said "hello" when I heard him--mono and stero--say "Hello" right back. I screeched.

He was right behind me, and I'd never noticed.

When I recovered, the people at the food stall were giggling, and I grinned weakly back at them.

And that is why, when Wynn feels like being cute, he will send me this message: "Hello, Hello Chafer Pompom." And the story behind the other nicknames, well, maybe next time.

3. Got this via e-mail (no credits available) but I remember a student who once told me his fantasy was to eat while on a toilet bowl. I wonder if the restaurant below is his? Hmmm...