WARNING... this is quite a long post. I was in the mood

7:00 fucking AM... and I've been here in the office for almost half an hour doing nothing. My mail isn't replicating (I access my mail offline so going through them would be faster). For some reason the stupid server doesn't want to get accessed. DARN BITCH!

The weekend was ho hum. I can't believe I was already home by 9ish last Friday. Really... could I be more of a loser!?!? Holy shit, wait a minute. What am I talking about. I have the last episode of Sex and The City with me, in my bag. I reach for the cd and plug it in on my fabulous home theater system (might as well get my money's worth right?) Gladly, I was able to catch the second to the last episode of the show when I was still in Illinois. As I focus my eyes on the television, I hear the familiar tune... just like my phone's ring tone (god I'm soooo gay it's not even funny). I see that the show is starting from where it left off on the episode I caught in my hotel room two weeks ago.

...That's it... The show's over. I can't believe the series is over. I am one huge Sex and the City fan. I even have calendars of the show godsakes. I love Carrie Bradshaw. I can honestly say to myself that I were a woman, I'd sooooo be her. But I'm not and I know I can still be fabulous. :) The show ended as expected. The producers were kind to the viewing public. They gave us what we wanted. I like the fact that the show ended with no "closure" so to speak. You would know from each characters' ending that their lives will go on. That it's not a "they lived happily ever after" sorta deal. I feel weird about this whole last episode bit. It's too unreal. I can't take this. I'll get back to my reading.

The weekend saw me reading a book. Yes, a book. Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella. All too funny. Three thumbs up (if that's even possible). I really related to the character, Rebecca Bloomwood. It was honestly quite eerie. I never loved reading so for me to actually finish a 300 page book in less than five days means I really loved the book and admired the story. I lapped up every page, every word, every letter. It was all too familiar. The story, the character. She's me. I'm her.

Saturday was lunch with my aunt, cousin-in-law, mom and dad. Teriyaki Boy was fun. It's kinda like a Japanese version of CPK (or maybe not, anyway...) I had my tummy filled with too much Norwegian salmon and California Maki. I almost wanted to barf. But I obviously don't. I paid for lunch ($25... not bad at all for five people). Went around the mall with the troupe and ended up at an optical shop where I remembered that my dad needed to get new eye glasses.

We go inside an optical shop where we asked for assistance from one of the store personnel. I told them to bring out frames of different shades preferrably dark, something rustic, and silver... all matte. I asked my dad to wear each one. Dad and I both decided that the silverish matte frames look good. So now I asked the lady to get us some silver matte frames that have a rectangular shape to them. Like me, my dad also has a slightly big face. Our heads don't seem that proportioned with our body. Weird. Given this physiological "abnormality", a squarish or rectangular frame would be in order. Also, for bigger faces (cheeky or whatever), lighter frames like silver or gold(both should be of a matte finish) or even clear ones are a better choice. Dark frames make your face look bigger because it will actually show the size of the frame in proportion to your face as opposed to the "invisible" quality of a lighter colored frame.

The lady comes back with several frames and my dad tried each and every one of them. I let him take his time as I browsed through the frames (my mom was doing the same at the "want to buy rack"). My eyes lock on a particular pair. Are those clear frames? My god. I signal another store personnel to help me out. I asked her to get the frames I just saw out of the display case. I wear them the moment she gave them to me. In a split second I saw myself in the mirror with these really amazing pair of glasses. I looked really fab. They looked really classy. I check out the price... damn!!! They were only P700 less 15%... = P600 (That's like $11). Oh. My. God. I immediately remembered where I placed my old pair and thought of just getting the lenses out of them...

"Those are nice". My mom comes up to me admiring the glasses I'm holding. She tries them on. Loves them, immediately buys them. All this time I was stiff from how quickly things just happened. I'm apalled at how my mom totally disregarded the possibilty that I would be buying the pair. FUCK! I suddenly remembered, I could ask the store if they have extra stock of those glasses as I honestly didn't care if my mom and I had the same frames. The lady behind the counter said that they don't have one then and there but they could call one fo their branches to have a pair sent in by Monday. I was relieved, all feeings of annoyance faded. Whew.

Early afternoon went by, my dad finished his "eye check-up" and I obviously had to pay for his glasses ($100) for unbranded glasses. Those damn progressive lenses can be so expensive. Thank god for company allowances (we get an optical allowance at the company I work for). Took all of them home and read my book for a few minutes. Then I was off to meet my man at the Alabang Town Center. It was our usual Satuday night. Towards the end of it though, we both met up with friends of mine at a Chinese resto stayed a bit then off to the near by Seattle's Best Coffee shop.

Got my second dose of Javanilla. Amazing drink I tell you. It's made out of blended mocha ice cream. Conversation was quite light. A friend from Singapore called us up and we all got a chance to chat a bit with him. It was a nice evening.

Sunday... hmmmm... why am I up so early. Oh my goodness, mass at 8:30AM. Think think, ok, red shirt, Gap jeans, white belt and sneaks. Fabulous...

... mass was done and the next thing I know we were at the Manila World Trade Expo for the Philippine International Furniture Show... aptly entitled "Obra" (masterpiece).

We got in on the first day because my mom used to work for a company that had a steel department and they're one of the suppliers tapped by various furniture manufacturers. The first day is usually for corporate buyers, you know, those who buy stuff for their hotels, million dollar houses, corporate offices, blah blah blah. Anyway, I made my run through the various booths in an organized manner. Start from one end, end on the other. Ha ha ha. Easy right? Finished the entire thing in less than an hour. I have to admit I had a fun time oggling at the amazing displays. These Filipino designers are uber talented. One of my faves was a retro designed seat (almost Herman Miller-ish) but using woven bamboo as base and nice warm colors for upholstery. They all looked so European but warm and cozy because of the Filipino touch brought by the weaves.

Wish one day I'd have the guts and gold to get me those damn furniture. I'd love to hibernate in a house filled with amazing things. *sigh*... I dream....