Friday (Chapter Two)

(Note: I only want to get this over and done with because Chapter One is screaming for a follow-up. This is the problem when I don't type everything down as soon as it happens. Then again, events are better distilled in memory when not immediately translated to writing.)

But first, a new addition to my blog entries. I am introducing a factoid sheet ala Bridget Jones.
* Number of times I sighed today: 23
* The money left on my wallet: 70 pesos
* Number of friends at friendster list: 21
* Level of enthusiasm to handle next class: zero

To recall, I met up with three of my dorm friends for dinner one Friday. (The fact that I can't even remember which Friday it was goes to show how long ago this has taken place.) Ended up with Thai food, which served as the setting for the next set of bizaare events.

Swapping stories, swapping stories. 'Are you still with so-and-so?' 'What happened with so-and-so?' T. asked G. how her boyfriend was. Then she let it out: 'He is going out with my best friend.' She said this with a smile. To which me and T. started to notice the discrepancy of the just-uttered statement. I thought to myself, there's something wrong with this picture. Your boyfriend is going out with your best friend and you're, uh, smiling? What gives? Then D. blurts out, 'They don't know?' 'Know what?' T. and I said in unison. Then we learned the eerie truth: G. has actually broken off with her boyfriend and is now with.....the boyfriend's dad. Alright. Yes. Goood evening! Oooookay.

From this point until the end of our dinner several things happened: T. developed a headache, D. revealed that she might get back with the shitty boyfriend, and I was strangely fine with the 'shocking' news.

Until I got back to T.'s apartment. The news suddenly hit me like a rock thrown from Antarctica (if that's possible). I had nothing more to say.

That was quick. I figure, had I written these all down right after our dinner, I might come up with nothing short of a virtual scream.

Saturday morning. Had some more hours with T. and cable TV. Her dad was kind enough to drop me off to Megamall (her place is in Pasig Kapitolyo), from which I was to take the MRT to UP. Suddenly had the urge to watch "Kill Bill, Vol. 1" (therefore the previous reference to the film. One thing I should not have done: watch it while eating. Not a very good idea.

(Another note: I am really, really hungry right now. Must eat. Must eat.)