The Greenpeace orientation didn't happen. Apparently, the orientation was moved to Sunday because not many volunteers were available for Saturday and the GP people kinda failed to inform those who confirmed to show up on Saturday. Anyway, we stayed for the first aid training just to make our travel worthwhile. I was completely bored because all that was discussed I already took up in high school PEHM. Plus, the trainor who is an emergency medicine doctor in OSMAK can't get his act straight. He was stut-stut-stuttering 90% of the discussion. Thank God Ighie went with me. Don't assume you can handle being by yourself.

We checked Gateway out after GP. After strolling a bit and admiring the interiors, we went to the ten-peso-admission washroom to freshen up. I powdered my greasy face and was mortified to see that I looked like a crab. I was so disappointed with my loose powder because I've been an avid patron of that product line. Don't buy the new pink Pond's Beauty Powder.

We decided to watch Red Eye but the next screening was at 7:10. It was 4:30. We hanged out at Starbs to kill time and to whine. We had a Grande Almond Latte each and a pack of Marlboro Lights.

The movie was shown with reserved seating so I chose two seats in the middle of the fifth row. What a grave mistake it turned out to be. The seats were too close to the screen and I was already nauseous through the trailers. Don't get seats at least ten rows from the screen in Gateway Moviehouse.

Thankfully, sporadic seating position shifts got me through the whole film without throwing up. I knew the movie is Suspense-Action but I didn't think the caffeine would kick in strong. During the climax, Ighie and I were on the edge of our seats and practically gagging ourselves to suffocation with our hands just to stifle our shrieks and screams. Don't drink coffee before watching a suspense movie.

The rest of the evening went by without any more lessons learned. We both had a Burrito in Taco Bell, took a cab to my apartment, and watched PBB. JB was voted out. Awww... wawang Say. If Say ended up with Sam, my theory of a pool of writers playing God (as in The Truman Show) by determining the plot would be strengthened.

By midnight, I walked Ighie out of the subdivision, bought a pack of Marlboro in Ministop and SMSed Kevin my birthday greetings. He called me up, picked me up from the apartment and drove me to his party. Lakas! The party host left his party for moi. o^_^o

I saw Jesse again whom I last saw the night I met him, Jaisen and Rjhai in Basement over a year ago. He is soooo GAY! I can't believe I eff danced with him. He would kill anyone who touches his face.

To cap the night, I was taught the biggest lesson a smoker must learn. Don't let your pack of Marlboro sit unattended in the middle of the table.

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*.* as if! @ 10:33:00 AM • • RBJ