For lack of anything to do, I decided to go to Glorietta after work yesterday. Spent 3 hours walking around, did a teeny bit of grocery shopping and also looked for possible christmas gifts but couldn't find any, or maybe I was just not in the mood to shop for anything. I was going to leave at around 7 but saw the traffic outside and told myself that it would be less stressful to leave later.
Misery was starting to haunt me, what with cozy christmas songs playing in almost every store. The festive and glittery atmosphere brought by the upcoming holidays didn't help either. So to get away from it all, I checked the movie schedules and voila! "Prime" was showing at 8:10p.m. Had dinner and bought myself a ticket.
The annoying commercial on termites was showing when I received a message on my phone (of course it was on silent). It was wonderful guy friend, L, asking me how I am. Told him I was still heartbroken and that I was inside a theatre, waiting for a movie to start. When he found out I was alone, he said, "Gago ka talaga. You should have called me. Ingat ka diyan." The opening credits of the film were showing when he sent me another message that read,
"You are lovely and beautiful and loveable, no matter how you feel."
And that was the very first time I cried at the beginning of a film.
The movie was cute, by the way. Meryl streep is still adorable, after all these years. Uma was gorgeous and I loved all her outfits in the film (accessories included). I actually wonder if I can pull this off:
Bought some cream puffs from Beard Papa's for my sisters and I to eat when I get home, so we can celebrate my sister, Francine's birthday before going to bed. Her birthday is actually today. Happy Birthday, Francine! Just one more year, and you're no longer a teen! Wahahaha!
I felt better when I got home, munched on the sinful cream puffs with my sisters (I got the chocolate covered ones, hehe!), answered crossword puzzles until my eyes couldn't stay open anymore.
I know I will feel better, eventually. Just need to keep myself preoccupied. And with my mom's arrival from the U.S. tonight, we will all be busy (Someone hand me a chauffer's cap now because I'm sure that's what I'll be doing till christmas. Ugh!) and covering our ears from all the nagging. Did I tell you that my mom and I are bestfriends again? I sent her an apology email 2 weeks ago and I explained why I was so upset. She called me the following day and acted nonchalant about it. She didn't even mention the email. But she was all friendly and cheery, so I guess she understands now.
About Jay, I don't regret falling in love with him or holding on and sticking it through for as long as I did. Some might say that I wasted 10 months of my year falling inlove in front of a monitor, gushing over the phone and smiling to myself, when I could have gone out with the guys who asked me out (modesty aside, I did get asked out a few times but I declined, naturally). But the thing is, I have never, in my entire life, been more crazy about anyone than him. Jay was sweet, amazing, trusting and he loved my family, which just made me love him all the more. But people change, and while this change he went through has left me broken again, I can't help but think that maybe it's because someone out there can make him happier. And I want him to be happy. Really happy. It's just too bad that that person isn't me.
But it's all good. It will all be good...eventually.
And from the sidelines Watch me fall down And I don’t understand The things I do But I’ll probably be fine As long as I keep moving I’ll try to write it down So things just keep improving Still the words won’t play ’cause there’s no Easy way to say Goodbye, goodbye -Goodbye, Natalia Imbruglia
Bunny @ Wednesday, December 07, 2005
Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to
climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her
3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi,
constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most
likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes
doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially
big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering
hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving
massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of
being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob
Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with
Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for