The real ones

This sem break is really doing me a lot of good. I spent two nights in a row with long-time friends. Last night, I was with former officemates in Ortigas. I was touched that two of them gave me presents (though not exactly for my birthday). Con gave me a ring from Vietnam with violet stones on it, while Honeypie Lau gave me a purple bracelet.

Everyone assumes that until now, purple is my color, but I really appreciate the thought that they went out of their way to get me stuff that they know I like.

On my way home, I realized that I feel really good that I kept my friends and I already know how to discern who the real ones are.

I remembered how I haven't seen Honeypie for a long time and I just had to call him to cry and lament that I caught my x sleeping with someone else.

Sometimes even if you don't see some friends for a long time, it's not so hard to keep tabs with each other's lives.

You will always have your friendship to come home to.

What a haze!

I think I have the propensity to make my life complicated when things are already falling in their proper places.

Last Saturday was my last day in school for the first semester. After a grueling four hours inside the AVR taking my finals, Mica and a classmate decided to go to Chocolate Kiss to treat ourselves. This same day, I promised myself I will be going to the gym and I will be catching up with all the fiction books that I've been wanting to read. And I have a whole month to do this! This is some sort of reprieve for me.

Come Tuesday, however, my plans took a 180 degrees turn when friends started calling up and inviting for dinner, booze sessions and out-of-town gigs.

Last night, I went out with ABSi friends and The Current Temptation of My Life. I think the booze got the better part of most of us and there was some sort of disclosure about this attraction with me. The feeling was mutual.

I have to admit that I was attracted too. The person wouldn't be called The Temptation for nothing. However, the more logical side of me was still able to psychoanalyze myself and sort out my thoughts and feelings.

The undeniable fact is staring at my face: Friendship is the better option.

I'm not sure if this one is a case of right person, wrong timing or wrong timing, right person. Worse, it may be the wrong timing and the wrong person and it's plain and simple attraction.

The bottomline is: It's just simply WRONG.

Fuck.

You know, sometimes I wish I'm not the thinking kind so I can just impulsively rush through things.

Unfortunately, I've outgrown that.