Gift Cards

I decided this calls for a celebration, (what am I celebrating? Oh! didn't I tell you I just broke off with a loser freak, you bet he should remain at the circus) so I ate a steak for lunch at ______ (I am not going to promote any restaurant here, but this steak house is in Davao, I'm pretty sure about that). Later, check out a a feel-good -movie, it was a good one, almost all the characters died in a flash, there were intestines scatter like crazy and brains whacked and blood all over (Let's drink to that). Feel-good because, the only character left is the cameraman, all of the actors died. Lights off and the shadow of the killer goes off the wilderness leaving a ghost town. Now tell me if that isn't a nice movie. Tell me!

After, I decided to stroll, buy some stuff I could use for my next bloody encounter, I went to the grocery section (of course killers do eat and a lot). OMG! This is getting freaky! Let's cut the crap. On my way home, I ordered a box of pizza, a couple of chips and some soda to go with it. I met with a friend, who returned my Korean movie DVD that she borrowed last year (I could wring her neck) and went off. Oh! she asked me about the gift too, I said it's a gift to myself. She went crazy with that. So what?

So you thought I was in hurry to open the gift? Nah! I let it sit on my bed for a couple of hours, stare on it sometimes and read another book by Rollo May " Man's Search for Himself". I even watched a Korean movie and ate pizza altogether. My parents have grown accustomed to my crazy habits (I'll even ask my brother soon if he noticed something too), and all of these lunatic interludes, so its common they behave like as if I don't exist ( if Papa sees this page, I am going to be in trouble, but since he is a writer too, he will understand I'm sure. Wanna bet? )

I went back to bed around 11pm and still didn't touched the gift. I showered and do my night rituals. I stared on it for the last 30 minutes and sitting on my bed I kissed the wrapping paper goodbye and unwrap the gift. I tore everything to pieces and it was fun and refreshing (of course I was thinking of that guy when I throw and cut every piece of it). I smiled as I unravel the book and said, "this is it". Then starts reading. I didn't slept. I found out the book was outright funny and hideous and it even felt like it was my alter ego talking to me and reminding me how stupid have I become. (Oh, by the way it first got into our consciousness when it was used for Sex and The City series).

The book chapter contains a brief description of the problem with ; two or three advice-column style questions from women, which Greg answers; a poll survey and a "What You Should Have Learned in This Chapter" summary; and a trivial but occasionally giggle-worthy "Workbook" section. If you are happily married or committed and with no inhibitions , dont buy this book, but if your in search for happiness and still on the look out if the guy you are seeing is the one and not the "only one", then buy it. You have a lot of overhauling to do girl. Thank God for this maturity.LOL. I remember my father telling me, in one of the rarest conversations,when I asked him why are some people involved themselves into a relationship and invest on it even though they are not happy and is not proud of it? They kept telling themselves they are happy but actually they aren't. Dahil wala na bang iba? Then he said smiling ah! Anak, these are people, you know when you can't connect with somebody mentally on your first date you know your not supposed to be with this person but you drag it for years and pretend you are in love? They are pathetic. I laughed hard and said, "Tatay nga kita, isa kang alamat".

Lesson: You should be proud of yourself first then your guy, don't go into a "half-bf" syndrome" , one that is not recognized. LOL!