jono cannot pronounce ‘imaginative’

in the 14 minute ride home in a cab with a boy i thought was hot, i did not carpe diem and ravage him. i am hence ashamed of myself. damn you, raging teenage hormones.

i went out with 5 boys. my mummy did not say anything weird or prevent me from going. this is a new experience.

being on time is also a rare occurence. but i was! 5 pm, buona vista mrt. record, totally. well we met kester while walking to Settler’s, leaning against a traffic light and looking like a hooligan what with the studded belt and leather cuff. the game at settler’s was fun though. there was the Magic Button. i noticed that zephy has awesome fingers discovered kester has strange perspectives.

then we walked to holland v, and stood around in those yellow boxes, loitering and deciding what to do. in the end we went to subway, where i discovered people actually buy the large meal. the drink is huge. and kester, jono, and tim were trying madly to do some matchmaking, which went down rather. unsneakily. i scribbled madly on a cookie bag and carried on half of a conversation with Jono, who had actually listed down possible candidates of _____ and crossed them out one by one. well some people just can’t count, can they.

the last thing was the watching of National Treasure. we had to go to two cinemas, the first (Cathay) was packed and had a queue that would make a snake bow down in worshipfulness. so we went to balestier shaw plaza, where the cinema was like 1/3 empty. kester tried to maneuver the seating in the cinema so things would happen but unfortunately he fails so nothing much happened.

national treasure was good, although cliched. the loserguy was pretty hot without his glasses though. the plot was alright, and the acting substantial. nothing exceptional, but neither plot nor script required any deep insightful acting etc.

then after the show.
zephy: “so how are you going home”
and i realised i have no propensity whatsoever for any sort of seduction/sneaky maneuvering.

zephy and i got stranded by pure accident. we cabbed home. the fare was $15 due to midnight charge, but the female cabby was amusing. we chatted all the way back after zephy was dropped off and i nearly forgot to give her directions when we got close to my avenue. the cab ride was damn awkward, because mainly 1. zephy talks really softly and i think he’s shy or something. and 2. certain people were being really helpful with the encouraging smses, and 3. i was hypersensitive to everything i was doing.

also, zephy paid for the cab fare. sort of. if i see him and happen to have $12.50 on me (he gave me $20, the fare was $15, hence 7.50+5=12.50) i will give it to him and pay him back. and if you see this post, zephy, yes, you’re not stupid. please comment so i can be appropriately mortified around you.

/sigh i’m really awesome at embarassing myself.

~ by sydney on December 21, 2007.