Saturday night, I was out with a couple of friends on a drinking binge in Malate. This should have been a longer story, and honestly, I have been thinking how to translate it into a journal entry since getting home Sunday morning, but I realize now it shouldn't be a big deal at all anymore. Especially when everyone involved has moved on, and no permanent scarring has been done. Hopefully.
The moral of the story is this: Stay away from someone else's boyfriend, especially if you do not know how emotionally fragile the person can be. Listen to what his friend says, because he knows better. At least, better than your horny, drunk self at the time.
Ahem.
Anyway, they're both friends of mine, and I neither think any less nor any different of them. I am more or less familiar with what both are capable of and I'm sure they can handle this quite maturely -- although one requires more help than the other. One minor thing that concerns me, I hope the boyfriend doesn't find out. I haven't heard any updates yet, so I'm holding my breath until I hear from my friend.
Sunday, nothing much happened. I was hoping to watch Harry Potter with Eddie, or at least spend some alone time with him, but he had other plans. Which got me to asking -- why is it that even if I'm dating someone, I'm not actually seeing them? I'm not hung up on it or anything, it's just that I can't help noticing how much the powers that be do not want me sensing even the remotest possibility of being in a relationship.
Again, no hang-ups. I'm abso-fucking-lutely fine being single. I wouldn't even have asked if it weren't so obvious. Maybe I'm just saying the cosmos could try to be a little more subtle for a change. If they want me alone, they don't have to slap me on the face and kick me around like some beaten up ball or something. I'm not your run-of-the-mill random insensitive male pig. I'm gay, for fuck's sake. I can take a hint.
Sigh. Well. No matter. This shouldn't really be about being in a relationship, is it? It should be more about being with the person. And yes, I do like Eddie, and I think he's worth waiting for. I do understand his situation, being a Med student and all, but is what I have enough to sustain me until I can be brave enough to ask him for us to be together? I desperately want the answer to be, Yes, I can wait. I have enough. But the fact is, it's too young, whatever it is we have. And with the way things are going, it's slow to grow. Any move I make to a further direction will be premature and might end up wounding one or both of us.
So OK, I will wait. My life had always been One Long Waiting Shed anyway. What's a few days/weeks/months/years/who-knows-how-long more?
And finally, today, Monday, was one big slice of blueberry cheesecake -- sweet and slow and easy and definitely comforting. The day started off 11:00 AM, with me heading off to the printers to have the banner I made for our team printed. I told the people at the shop I'd be picking it up 6:00 PM. It should give me enough time to do whatever.
That done, I headed off to Coffee Bean in Greenbelt to finally start reading Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman. One thing I like about reading Murakami is his ability to meld me in the worlds he write about without much mental effort. Simply reading his words and the outside world is shut off from my mind. Inhale, exhale, and I'm back. It's surreal, and it's a welcome respite even if the worlds he brings me to are oft times strange.
At about 2:00 PM, I had to rest my eyes and thought about where I should be having lunch. I wanted pasta so I thought about heading over to Piadina at the older Greenbelt mall, but a spark of wanderlust flickered in my heart and I suddenly wanted to go somewhere else, preferably somewhere outside Makati. That was when TriNoma popped in my head. After all, the MRT bridgeway should already be fully functional by then.
So it was after thiry or so minutes, I found myself walking around the large mall up north, on a quest for pasta. One could only imagine my disappointment when, after scouring every nook and cranny of the behemoth, I did not find a pasta place that called out to me. I, however, did not let it deter my plans. I was determined to have pasta that afternoon, and by golly, I will.
I boarded the train once again and headed back to Makati. It was when I was about to approach Greenbelt that I saw Xochi up the steps near the entrance waving hi. I was so glad to see him again since we rarely get to bump into each other. The last time I saw him was when I watched Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah, but before that, I couldn't even remember. It must have been years.
He asked me where I was headed, and I told him I was on my way to have a very late lunch. He said he didn't have anything else to do until dinnertime and he'd be glad for the company. So we both headed over to Piadina and talked about what's been happening with our lives.
We've known each other since the original PinoyExchange thread started by Carl circa 2001 was young, and the members were just beginning to trickle in. I can even remember how I had a sort of highschool crush on him the first time we met at one of our group's get-togethers. It makes me happy that we're able to sit down and look back and talk about what's happened then, now, and almost everything in between easily and casually. Plus, the fact that he's still as smart and as good-looking as I remember him doesn't hurt either. Hehehe. He's seeing someone right now, tho. Oh well. :-P
At about 5:30 PM, I had to leave and pick up the banner over at the printers. We exchanged numbers and promised to see each other again soon, hopefully with our other common friends in tow. He joked about what it would be like, being in a gathering with past lovers and friends whom one hasn't talked with in a long time. It's not going to be one comfortable dinner, I can imagine.
By 6:00 PM I got the banner and headed straight home right after. I got online to check the screening schedule for Harry Potter, and after confirming the 9:05 PM slot, I went downstairs for dinner and to wash up. 8:00 PM I headed out back to Greenbelt, arriving just in time in the theaters to catch the previews.
The trailer for Stardust definitely got me excited. R still has my book, but I'm not sure if I want to ask for it back. Hehe. In any case, I hope the movie will be as, well, interesting as the book was told. It's not exactly a story for children, as I recall.
And speaking of stories not for children, Harry Potter is a fitting example. I've gotten mixed reviews before seeing the film, so I didn't expect much from it. After watching the movie, I think those who did not like it were the ones who read the book. Those who haven't probably appreciated the effort put in the movie more. Personally, I thought it was OK. Having read the book, of course I was a tad disappointed. But I thought, instead of seeing it as an adaptation, why not see it as a supplement instead? Read the book, and let the film be the visuals. I felt much better about the movie afterwards.
I got home at about midnight, which was when I started writing this entry. It's 3:00 AM right now, and I'm alternating between downloading MP3s, reading my dailies online, and writing. Another week is beginning and already I'm missing what has passed. I wonder when I will have another weekend like this again. Ah, well. No rest for the wicked. :-)
