|oh whatta day
||[Aug. 22nd, 2004|09:01 am]
[mood - energetic]|
[now listening to GARBAGE playing STUPID GIRL]
Had a memorable time out yesterday.
Began my Saturday with a jolt of sorts - was awakened abruptly by my boyf’s restless mutterings and movements. I’d spent Friday night at his place as usual, but that night we celebrated our second ‘monthsary’, yay to us! :D The ‘celebration,’ as it were, was nothing elaborate, we’re simple guys - we enjoyed a QAF episode over a large (but surprisingly unsatisfying) pizza from Yellow Cab, a few cans of Diet Pepsi and a cake from Bizu, and a ton and a half of good conversation, our staple. And then we got busy, but I’ll leave the details to the reader’s imagination. ;)
As it turned out, my boyf’s restlessness and subsequent early rising (he got up at 830, and it’s usually really tough rousing him even at high noon) was due to hunger, and I was feeling rather peckish myself. So I ordered up a breakfast feast from Jollibee - sausage over rice and egg + spaghetti + an ice tea for him, tapa with rice and egg + palabok + a Diet Pepsi for me, and we split a side order of garlic rice and the second cake from Bizu. And then, for all the world like lions after a massive gorge, we went right back to bed and slept, soundly this time, ‘til noon, when Beh unceremoniously kicked me out of his place so he could start his weekly cleaning.
So to kill time while waiting for my ‘sundo’, I hightailed it to Power Plant, and settled at Fully Booked. Found myself a couple of riveting books, and read for hours, ensconced in a comfy chair and well-nigh oblivious to the goings-on around me. The first was a ‘fictionalized’ account of one of the pioneering British explorers and his Hungarian-born wife, how they met and fell in love in one of the cities of the Ottoman Empire, and their subsequent adventures in Europe and Africa (what a fascinating story! This one runs like it could be made into a movie). The second was the author’s take on the life and times of the Wicked Witch of the West - the subject sounds rather kitschy but take my word for it, it’s beautifully written fiction that never takes itself too seriously, like your common-or-garden fantasy trash novels. Both books are definite keepers.
Then I spent a couple minutes at the Porsche display near the main entrance, which centered around a 911 turbo and a Cayenne, both administered to by the requisite sales and marketing staff and backed up by audio-visual displays. I’ve seen sundry examples of both on the roads before, but it’s always nice to see them up close - neither is truly pretty but both are quite imposing, especially the Cayenne with its massive tailpipes and gumball tires. Surprisingly, neither were in red or yellow or some other bright color, which IMHO should be ‘de riguer’ for sports cars on display; both were in an understated dark gray. Plus the Cayenne was the naturally aspirated version, not the even more imposing, four-tailpiped, red-brake-calipered turbo. Not that I was disappointed, but still. Battlefronts need the heavy artillery, yeah?
After passing by Beh’s for my things, Papa and I proceeded to Glorietta, where we parted ways at the parking lot. He was running to a meeting with some potential foreign investors, and after a little walking around I decided to cool my heels at - you guessed it - Powerbooks. I tried to occupy myself with a light, sort-of trite book on Kokology (a school of thought of sorts which purports to be able to find significant meaning in people’s responses to certain questions, but which ultimately comes across as unscientific and just-for-fun, at least to me) and a couple of photo books on the Olympics and significant people featured in Vogue (?) through the years, and managed to do so ‘til it came time to fetch my man G to bring him to dinner with a bunch of friends and officemates.
Random details about G (though I won’t flesh him out awfully well, of course) - he’s from the States, he’s half-Pinoy, he’s taking his internship at the office, he’s a great conversationalist, and he’s drop-dead gorgeous - think Michael Vartan of Alias fame with a much better body and an amazing smile. Somehow he’s not my type, though. Too pretty perhaps? ;)
After a quick dinner somewhere (my food was no great shakes, it was too damn sweet), it was off to the movies for the group - I saw the VILLAGE yet again, I really do love that movie! - and then we went our separate ways (although G and Co. were nice enough to take me home despite the fact that it was really out of their way).
Upon my arrival at my house, I called my boyf, who was of course still up and alert very early Sunday morning. Someone’d sent him a rather strange message via Friendster, trying to set him up with a friend of hers if he was single and interested. What makes it even weirder’s the fact that this girl is a very close friend of someone I EB’d once and got to like and who never did get to like me back - and weirdest of all’s that the guy she was trying to set Beh up with might just be that very same guy that rejected me. I was a little mad about it last night (did I sound possessive or what!) but now I’m a little cooler. He sent her a message that amounted to a blanket denial of everything she said and everything she might’ve been expecting and/or assuming, too, which is equally important and perhaps even more so given how things are. At Beh’s behest I’ll refrain from getting in touch with my friend, but if matters don’t improve I really will give him a call. This sort of thing’s best nipped in the bud, for obvious reasons.
I’m thinking of meeting up with my friends again in the afternoon and seeing another group of friends for dinner. (Damn, I’m sociable these days.) We’ll see how things shape up.
Off to breakfast!