This post is long overdue.

I know.

I should have gotten around to joyous frothing at the mouth a week ago, the very minute I set my eyes on beautiful MacLovin, but I didn’t.

Being me, I didn’t really have time for a honeymoon with my new baby. Right after getting the Macbook out of the box and inhaling its fresh and “brand new” scent several times, I worked on transferring my old files from Keets.

Then I dove right into work. It was pretty difficult, really, having to work immediately when all I really wanted was to tinker with MacLovin. I did get some time to goof around, poking everywhere and everything in sight.

It was sort of fun getting to learn the shortcuts, though I had quite some difficulty getting the hang of the “command” button. Now though, I keep pressing ALT+S at the office when I want to save something, rather than CTRL+S.

Anyway, my jaw dropped (and stayed gaping for a few minutes) after I saw how Expose and Spaces worked. Now that’s what I’m talking about. That’s what you switch to Mac for.

I did find the Applications confusing initially, because I kept thinking I had to install stuff and wait for everything to load like in Windows. The ease is simultaneously liberating and paranoia-attack-inducing. I keep thinking there’s something wrong because things can’t be this simple. It’s just wrong. And weird.

But it’s fun learning new things about MacLovin every day. I don’t exactly have words sufficient to describe what I feel about my MacLovin. It’s just … surreal.

Sometimes I wake up and pinch myself because I still can’t believe that this Macbook is mine.

PS: One thing, though: the whiteness is driving me crazy. Every speck, every smudge, every fingerprint drives me crazy. I wipe the Macbook twice every two minutes in an effort to keep it clean. I even bought the Mr. Clean Magic Eraser for this. The wrist area, in particular drives me crazy. The keyboard … don’t even ask. *gritted teeth* Tell me how to keep MacLovin fresh and clean.

For more pictures of MacLovin and me hamming it up, check out http://kryscross.multiply.com/photos/album/33/MacLovin_It

I’m typing this on MacLovin.

More on this when I’m not so starstruck.

Sims 2. It’s the only thing standing between me and my Macbook.

Future (hopefully) Macbook, that is. I just learned that there’s now a Macbook that’s, well, somewhat within my monetary range — if I skip eating and buying clothes for a year, that is.

I’ve always been in love with Apple products. I’m an iPod user, regardless of whatever people say about it. I know, I know — Creative Zen has cheaper yet just as good mp3 players. But how do I put this? I don’t care. At all.

I don’t really get logical when it comes to Apple products. I’ve heard it a thousand times before from the tech guru of our team (that’s you, Mike) — a Macbook isn’t really necessary when compared to an ordinary Windows-based PC that does just as well. And he’s right. Windows is near universal. Everybody knows what to do with it, plus I’m already comfortable working with my favorite applications in Windows.

Moving to Mac would be just like suicide.

But I want a Macbook. There’s no decent reason. Maybe because Macbooks look hot. Maybe because House has a Mac (interesting side note: externally, House’s laptop has an Apple logo, but when the camera turns to show the laptop screen, it clearly says Dell…hmm).

I have no good reason.

Unfortunately, reason is a rather significant factor in making decisions like this. A Macbook’s probably more expensive than my body and soul combined. It’s a rather expensive joke, I think, that I can’t afford to crack.

The only thing that’s keeping me from fully converting to Mac is Sims 2. Keets, my beloved and trusty laptop of nearly three years, lets me play the game for hours on end, even if the graphics do freeze some times.

If I can’t play Sims 2, there’s no point in having a laptop (so I can’t work and earn extra from my sidelines, I don’t care).

My head hurts from all this thinking.

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In other news, I think it’s finally over. The worst has passed. I know, I’m practically overreacting. I’m just not used to having people notice me, so I really didn’t know what to do. Now, though, everything seems to be back to normal and frankly, I’m glad.

My things are going on strike.

First it was the earphones. The left ear started to go haywire around a week ago, but I though I could still pretty much hang on to it. Then the other ear followed a few days after. I’ve resorted to using a weird set borrowed from my sister to tide me over at least until I get a new pair.

It doesn’t seem so useful, though, to buy a new pair of earphones, considering my iPod is going nuts as well. The battery keeps discharging on its own after every use. Well, you know how it goes. When the battery’s almost dead, then it’s the beginning of the end.

And then of course there’s my year-old ASUS phone that’s got a really dead backlight. I can’t freaking see anything, and it comes at a horrible time, too, since I need to keep in touch with more than a few people.

Keets is faring pretty well, though, and I hope he stays that way.

On a more positive note, I bought myself a guitar tuner. Nothing about it really, just pretty glad I did.

The best thing to do, if I had the money, is to buy new stuff. I don’t, though, so feel free to drop me a few bucks or something.

Alms, alms, spare me a piece of bread, spare me a piece of mercy.

Probably the thing that hit me most in this entire wall-to-wall coverage of the Virginia Tech shooting was how people started probing into the dead mass murderer’s psyche by unearthing his writings. Being the curious person that I am, I took some time from last week’s hectic work schedule to sneak a peek at those so-called writings.

Apparently, this guy was a Creative Writing major who wrote macabre screenplays that showcased violence and relentless profanity. He wasn’t such a talented writer, I think, based on his writings. If he hadn’t killed off 32 people, I don’t think anyone would even give his screenplays the time of day.

Anyway, it did get me thinking. Someday, people will unearth this blog and find the stuff I wrote and will judge me by it. I’ve disregarded my Miranda Rights: “anything you say can and will be used against you.” So then, I’d probably have no defense against people who don’t know me but will draw conclusions based on the infantile stuff I write here.

Come to think of it, people are doing so right about now.

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In a rather feeble attempt at organization — and to achieve some semblance of control over my somewhat downward spiralling life — I bought a Palm Z22. It’s not the Inspector Gadget kind of model, meaning no phone, mp3 and other technoshit. I know, I know. I’m not exactly being top-of-the-line here, but screw the critics. I’m not quite a technophobe, but for someone who mistook the server for a CPU, I don’t suppose anything that can think on its own would suit me.

It could probably eat me alive.

At least I’m sure a Z22 wouldn’t be smart enough to turn me into its slave then use me as human host to take over the world. Or would it?

Check it out if you’re interested: http://www.palm.com/ph/products/handhelds/z22/

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My friend Joel was kind enough to let me take a look at the trailer of the latest Will Ferrell movie, “Blades of Glory”. I’m not really a Will Ferrell fan, but this new movie has him teaming up with the bony Napoleon Dynamite star, Jon Heder. The premise is incredible: two rival figure-skaters team up to win in the pairs division — and they’re both male. The way Will Ferrell lifted Jon Heder in their performance is PRICELESS.

Must watch must watch must watch.

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In other movie-related news… I watched “Ang Cute ng Ina Mo” last last Saturday with some of my high school friends. Not exactly my first choice (I actually wanted to check out that cartoon that featured Sarah Michelle Gellar’s voice — go Buffy!), but a few minutes into the movie and I was already rolling around in laughter. Not literally.

To add star power to this already incredibly baduy (but funny!) movie outing of mine, who should be seated in front of me inside the theater but: Iwa Moto. She had a bunch of gay dudes with her, which, of course, sealed her image in my mind as a “babaeng bakla”. I could almost swear she was stalking me, though. After all, could it be a coincidence that we watched the same movie and had dinner at the same restaurant?

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From the not-quite-famous to the not-famous-anymore: I ran into Kuya Germs at Greenbelt last last week. This is actually the third time I’ve seen the guy. The first time was in Broadway Centrum (no, I was not trying to watch That’s Entertainment live), then in Greenhills.

I have this sneaking suspicion that the old man is trying to “discover” me. Could I be the next Isko Moreno???

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And last but definitely not the least (don’t you just love it when people say that?), my favoritest action star of all, Derek Dee, has a new movie entitled: “Rumbleboy”. Starring such famous stars as Kyla Cole, this movie is the latest addition to Derek’s illustrious career as the action star to defeat all action stars.

Featuring the most high-tech of everything high-tech, the movie showcases Derek’s invincible kung-fu. The fact that Derek is Chinese should be more than enough proof that his kung-fu defeats yours and mine. After all, aren’t the world’s greatest kung-fu masters all Chinese?

I’m surprised Mother Lily hasn’t woken up to the fact that the best thing she can do this year is cast Derek Dee in Mano Po 6 ( or is it 7?). And why not? Derek Dee would certainly trump the star power of Richard Gutierrez, who has yet to learn how to act his way out of a paper bag. The way Derek screams and cries and flails his arms over the deaths of his leading ladies in his previous movies should be enough evidence that the man can and WILL act. Pang-award!

Most important of all, let’s not forget that the man was once married to Melanie Marquez — another sterling name in Philippine show business. Ha! Take that, Richard Gutierrez!

Catch “Rumbleboy” in theaters near you.

Lots of new things over the weekend, which means I’m technically broke just a few days after payday. Hmmmm… That says quite a lot about my rather pathetic budgeting skills.

Anyway.

Still happy, though, considering a number of new things are in my possession right now:

- portable HD (that I almost threw at the wall in frustration because it still had to be formatted and I, Ms. Non-Techie, had to do something about it — granted I could’ve gone back to the store and forced them to format the HD but that would have meant surrender)

- 2 new shirts from Artwork (I would buy the whole store if I could)

- Pupil CD (Still sounds a hell lot like Ely, even if they try their goddamn best to veer away from the Eraserheads shadow — the songs are good, though)

Also, some rather good changes…

- Haircut (again, layered. The bangs had to get fixed, see?)

- Hair color (my hair is red, or brown or somewhere in between. DIY, too, so it was pretty cheap. Now I really look East Asian.)

Lastly, got to watch the incomparable Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Caribbean 2. Jack Sparrow is hot…like a million more times than Orlando Bloom. Finally! The amoral pirate is at it again. Screw the critics. Any film with Johnny Depp in it is gold.

Memorable line:

(In response to Keira Knightley’s Elizabeth, who tells the Captain that someday opportunities to do good will come his way)
“I love those moments. I love waving at them as they pass by.”

Can’t wait for chapter 3.