Katamari and Friends...
Today was a day that started in the remembrance of our dearly departed Tito Mol. (God rest his soul.) Who almost ebbed me into a a career in the "be all that you can be" academy. Contemplating on the subject I realize I could've been a whole different person from the walking, talking gift of perfection I am now. (seriously.) There was a feast hosted by the Sales Clan at Something Fishy where I had the chance to see people I used to see on a daily basis during my highschool/college days. And Momo and the boys were there of course with our "usual" banter and laughter diatribes (a prolonged discussion). The meals left me with some take home (Bart, Jonas, Esong.) who, on the plus side, were gracious enough to did drive us all the way home to Makati and provided for some forms of entertainment for my 1st day off of the week. Another upside to is that some of my PS2 games see the light of action. (120+ titles and I figure I've really only played less than 20.) One particular game we'd seemed to collectively wrap our interests on was the substance abuse inspired, rollover and collect junk, KATAMARI DAMACY. (funny how that theme song just sticks to you..) No one more interested or obsessed than Bart who "rolled over", "felt the cosmos" and actually finished the damn thing. Towards the end Bart was already "rolling over" volcanoes, clouds and Gods! Half past midnght, halfday, Helen came home (poor thing was hyperacidic.) to help us heal some hunger pains at Hungree Burger. (burgers that were 8 inches in diameter. damn. really.) Burgers, beer, bunch of laughs and bed followed...