Lunch and Sex

I went out to lunch with Bea and Leonard the other day. To be able to fully enjoy their company, I had to leave work a bit earlier than usual. (I intentionally made that sound as if it were a difficult task—it’s not.) My boss just arrived from the US and was in a pretty good mood. Anyway, Bea fetched me at the office and the two of us made our way to the AS steps, just like when we were clueless freshmen. She proceeded to tell me about her latest escapades with… wait, I can’t divulge that here. So we talked until Leonard arrived. Then we took a jeep to Katipunan, where we stuffed ourselves silly with delicacies at Gayuma. Bea, the self-proclaimed South Beach diet advocate, finished the rest of the butter-and-fruit cake I had for dessert. That cheat.

It’s really amazing how fast time flies when you’re just chatting with your friends. Leonard was talking about being disappointed with some aspects of his volunteer work, Bea was talking about being hit on by a Yao Ming double, I was talking about the recent MSI party (where a lot of macho dancing transpired—don’t ask) and lab party (where I totally had fun and discovered I like wine). We did this nonstop until about 4 pm, when Bea had to do some errands. An hour and a half later we found ourselves at the Coffee Beanery at Shangri-La doing what we do best (you guessed it right): talking. The pastime never gets old.

Haaay.

I am tempted to talk about my friends’ latest forage for love, but this is my blog. Talking about my life is required, I’ve been told. Lately I’ve found nothing interesting to write about. And especially in the realm of (dare I say it?) romance. Aaaaiieee, but I’m tired of ranting. Dadating siya kung dadating siya. That’s that and I’m shutting up.

I’m so looking forward to the Subic trip with my blockmates (can’t wait to see you Sheenz) and the Boracay adventure with my family. I don’t care what the summer lovers say, Christmastime is beachtime!

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Tuesday night I watched the farewell program for Sex and the City’s final season. It’s one of the shows that I really regret not having followed (others include The X-Files and The Simpsons). I think I may have watched less than twenty episodes, but each made an impact on me. Each episode of Sex that I got to see had me laughing my head off, in near tears, realizing a sudden epiphany, etc. And unlike what the creators supposed happened to many men, I’m glad to say I was never threatened by it. You had to appreciate a show where the cast can say phrases such as “eat pussy” and not flinch.

Who’s your favorite Sex character? Mine is Miranda.

To everyone whom I will not see/talk to before the twenty-fifth: Happy Christmas! Frohliche Weinachten! Maligayang Pasko!