Of Popcorn and Men In Tights.

Watched Superman Returns this morning.

Yep, you read that right: THIS MORNING. 8:30 am to be exact. Haha.

The office sponsored a Movie Day and for Site PBCom: it was SUPERMAN RETURNS in Greenbelt 3.

With popcorn and drinks.

*sigh*

Talk about pre-premiere showing. And I didn't have to pay. Hah.

Comments

Anonymous said…
wow. i hope our office sponsors the same kind of treat. geez... i wish. hmm... kahit yung next Harry Potter movie na lang. :p
9:14 AM, June 29, 2006
Quentin said…
damn your companyyyyyyyy, daaaammmnnnnnnnnnnn youuuuuuu

*brings out voodoo dolls*
9:58 AM, June 29, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@aajao: Oo nga! hehe. Hey, I was in our Libis office earlier for training. Hindi na kita tinext kasi I had to go home immediately kasi I had a slight fever. next time =)

@Quentino: Mwaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahhahahaha!
1:37 PM, June 29, 2006
Anonymous said…
wow, nice treat! :) sana kami din. hehe.

so, how's the movie?
10:27 AM, June 30, 2006
... beachfreak said…
@mitch: It was not bad, but it wasn't a really 'wow' film.

But hey, it's Superman. And he's hella hot. =)
9:37 PM, June 30, 2006
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