Story of the Past part 2

So I was planning to sleep early today, but that did not go so well. It’s 2 AM by now yet drowse eludes me. And want to know what fantastic decision I made? Well, you’ll probably get it by the fact alone that you’re reading this blog.

I’ve been a bit of a retrospective mood since last month, but retro can grow stale when overdone. But, I do see the point - pinings of the good times of the past and all. Anyway, I’ve been reminiscing too much that I did get to ruminate about the state of my blog. I’ve blogged for 3 years now (no, not here), nightdreamer has been my new beginning from last year, and things have been pretty good for me when it comes to being an i.ph blogger because people do bother reading this stuff, unlike my earlier friendster blog. And speaking of friendster blog, I always dread revisiting it because everytime I do that, I realize how much I sucked. I still suck now, but perhaps not that much.

I’ve even been bugging some of my friends from ym about how bad my writing used to be. It always make me feel better when I tell others my moments of embarrasments. I don’t know why. 

Anyhow, about the only Friendster blog post that I couldn’t find anything to complain about is something I wrote 3 years ago. This is it:

The Last Day of 2005

Posted December 31, 2005

Today, I went out with a group of Chinese friends - genuine ones, as in immigrants. I was glad to see them again since I hadn’t done so for a long time. There was quite a reconnection but sadly, I was a little let down.

Everyone is older than I am. This meant they talked about different topics to the ones I center my conversations with. Now, that’s not entirely bad, because variety is what I seek in my life, but when people talk about things that I’m not prepared to talk about in depth, I find myself very distant.

Not everything was bad. I was pretty entertained that none of them knew how to go to Makati, and that I had to be their tour guide when we arrived at Glorietta, Greenbelt, and Landmark. We window shopped. When they asked for directions to different stores, 95% of the time I was able to give answers. When we ate at California Pizza Kitchen, it was I who recommended the best pizza for them (which, in my opinion, is "Wild Mushrooms"). But when they started talking about the things they were interested in, my problem started. They liked furniture. Ok, so I also liked furniture, but seeing that I wasn’t even going to move out, what was I supposed to do with them? Aside from that, they kept shunning the stores I was really very interested in. They didn’t even take notice of any music stores and art shops (I was hoping to buy some new painting/coloring materials, seeing as how I want to now try color sketching). Their visit to PowerBooks was brief. What do they like, then, was the question that lurked in my mind for the longest time since I went out with them.

I dunno. I just don’t like it too much when people don’t appreciate arts, movies, literatures, and music (good ones, of course). I find them very pitifully dull. But that’s not all. I rolled my eyes on so many occasions when they brought up topics about marriage. Some of these people were about to be married next year, and they kept talking about how they’re going to handle this occasion, i.e. whether or not they’re going to treat everyone to a trite dinner (with accompanying awful KTV music, of course), have commencement at the church, etc. Um, excuse me, where did I fit in during such discussions? It’s understandable had they brought this up occasionally, but man, if they weren’t talking about furniture, they were talking about marriage. How was I supposed to relate to all of these? Okay, so what they’re saying was that they’re really happy they’re going to get married but were dismayed that they couldn’t find the proper way to arrange their marriage? They’re unhappy from complaining that their parents and their SO’s parents may have conflicting ideologies and beliefs? Gee, I think that’s very thoughful considering that I didn’t even have a friggin’ girlfriend! They even labelled me as a kid just because! (Authors note: I still don’t have a girlfriend; nor have I found one in the 3-year interval between reposting)

Anyway, that was the last of memorable event that happened in 2005. Have a Happy New Year.

Okay, so everything’s not so bad. I didn’t have to edit it as much as I would to my other Friendster posts. And, uh, yeah, no girlfriends still. And about these Chinese? They’re all married now. Actually, I didn’t confess then that I had a crush on one of them. Naturally, she’s married now. This is starting to sound like the short story I wrote, huh.