what a day!

my day was not unproductive after all until now cuz i'm facebook-ing like mad.

although it was my off, i had to go to the corporate office to do some admin shiz then i went to the shop to eat my first meal of the day, at 6pm! the donuts i had in the morning were not counted. it was raining as usual and i thought of treating myself to a nice hot thai rice porridge, She named it "sunshine rice soup" with fish and mushrooms. (in camiguin, it's plain old lugaw na may preskong isda from the neigbourhood fisherman and not from a packet that says "product of norway", the mushrooms, well, mushrooms pa rin kasi hindi ko alam ang tagalog ng mushrooms!) anyway, i settled myself in this kamiseta-like floral couch and steve, our french baker, was on the other floral couch across me, alt-tabbing between, i don't know, maybe asian porn and his french e-mails on his new laptop. i curled up like a fetus and read a book. the moment was so peaceful, so quiet, no customers, no phone calls UNTIL my monster of a roomate aka oue called and said he was starving. i got up and took bus 7, from tanglin road through orchard until dhoby gout mrt, my eyes were still on the book.

i settled myself in this little couch, this time a red one at tcc and continued to treat myself with hot liquids. i had my usual flat white fix while waiting for oue and continued reading my book. oue called and claimed "i'm here", i had to get up and scan the crowd, saw mtv vj utt (who was actually sitting next to my table. believe me, he looks better on tv!) but didn't find my beloved bedmate. the brat was somewhere else but "here".

we had big fat very meaty burgers and greasy fries for dinner. then we malled around plaza singapura where we had a little shopping, a dry run for our great bangkok race next month. oue bought sunglasses! i bought new shoes! and stockings! these stockings better save my now embarrassing stinky feet! i wasn't going to buy the ugly fine net but oue told me to do so because he couldn't stand the smell of my feet (i never in my entire life imagined that my feet would smell this bad, i swore off CLOSED shoes already and i live for tsinelas. i must love this so much even if it makes me wear boring black ballet flats!) so anyway, i bought stockings for the first time in my life! ew! yuck! kadurdur! then i bought three books at careefour's booksale, each were at five dollars. (earlier at the corporate office, this mall nearby had a booksale too, i bought one entitled "romancing the ordinary", a book about women and how we have seven senses, ladadi ladada....) i have to credit karen for this pretentious new "interest" of mine. rona is book buying. it's a good start to say that i am on the right track of my life. i'm not saying that those don't read are not on the right track (i know karen isn't though, hahah peace kar!) but i'm just sayingk reading is a nice way to spend my free time with than googling people.

speaking of which, i have got to stop googline people (which i did--the googling part, not the STOP part--before i started reading the book, i remember this is like meredith knitting in grey's anatomy when she decided not to date boys temporarily). so where was i? oh yea, i have got to stop googling people, ex lovers to be specific. its either you find out he turned gay or he's changed girlfriends four times already since he left you or he's still single or he's getting married. well, whatever you find out, this evil habit is pathetic and sad. i got to say i have a good, um, rebuttal, for that: it's human nature to be pathetic and sad. hahaha! (yes i like to argue with myself sometimes. at the end of the day i sometimes realize i am wrong but i always insist i'm right.) whatever. forget it, he.is.getting.married. (i can put all periods all i want, damnit!)

where did it start? why did i? why, Lord, why?

blame it to the movies. before sunrise. before sunset. shit on you!

ps.
don't get me wrong, i have recovered and moved on and i am happy. i'm just acknowledging the feeling "bitterness due to first love getting married". that's about it, nothing more. trust me, i know exactly who i want, not my first love, not even my last. =)