I spent yesterday afternoon at Megamall and last night at Pobbe’s party.

Oh, by the way, I rode the public bus yesterday for the first time! Yes, I’m sheltered like that. At first I had no idea what to do. Do I pay immediately upon jumping in or do I pay when I get down? Anyway, I just took a seat and observed how other people paid and went down. The public bus system leaves so much to be desired. Like for example, there doesn’t seem to be any consistent bus stop system. Buses stop everywhere to pick passengers up. And, bus drivers cut through queues and keep swerving and switching lanes. And most buses I see are major air polluters. There are far too many of these ill-trained driver-driven and air-pollutant buses in Manila already, I rarely see any of them filled up. Anyway, so it took fourteen pesos and thirty minutes for the bus to get from Commonwealth to Megamall. So, the bus stopped everywhere and yet it didn’t stop at Megamall. Bwisit talaga! (Do you even say ‘para’ in a bus?). I had to take the MRT back to Ortigas.

Roamed around Megamall first (finally got to use my credit card, hands-on), before meeting up with Rene, Jake and Erik. I invited them to watch The Uninvited (4 Inyong Shiktak) (aahahaha!). It’s supposed to be a Korean horror movie, but it doesn’t feel really like a horror movie at all (its flash web site is even scarier!!). It didn’t deserve any screams or shrieks. It was more of a dramatic, dragging psychological mystery movie, that you could barely understand. Clues are littered everywhere, but nothing binds them strongly together. Some of them even appeared like they were nuisances to the plot. But I’m giving it the benefit of the doubt. Maybe there were some cultural references from Korea that we didn’t understand. Or maybe I just dislike horror suspense movies that are based on psychological problems and illusions that are limited to some of the characters. It’s a good thing watching movies at Megamall is fairly cheap. Bikoy’s rating: 6/10

We arrived at Pobbe’s part at half-past seven in the evening. I’ll write about that in this protected entry.

Anyway, in the taxi on the way home, I was talking to the driver about… what else, politics. Hah, it pays if you familiarize yourselves with other local officials from some provinces. I’m weird like that. It just so happens that he’s from Antipolo and I am familiar with their congressman (I was researching for my article on politicans who come from the Ateneo high school), with their governor, etc. I don’t need to tell you who the driver and his colleagues are voting for president this May.

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