Great! The last disc of One Tree Hill Season One(I guess) that I borrowed from Glai can't be read by the player. It's not important, totally unimportant, 'cause the supposed conclusion of the first season is JUST there. Great, really great, and I'm becoming sarcastic hehe. I guess I would just have to borrow the original copy of that last CD from Glai(if there's any) when classes start since the CDs I borrowed from her were just burned for duplication. But I just couldn't allow myself at my favorite part of the day, which is by the way midnight in case you surprisingly don't know, to bum around the house just doing nothing, walking from corner to corner, and letting my mind fly miles away from where it is sluggishly at. So I made a litre of iced tea JUST for myself, opened iTunes to play that sappy song that's been played over and over inside big brother's house entitled When She Cries, and unzipped my brother's isolated bag to look for some DVDs. Hoping that time, through that serendipity sneak of my fingers inside his bag, I could find a good movie to watch. Dismally I failed 'cause what I only found out are mostly movies from Europe and chances are, they are freakin' unheard of. And you'd be like, "What in Eddie Cabrera's name is this bonjour mademoiselle?!" But actually, NOT at all, never did I fail that dismal. Since movies from Europe have been ultra liberal and that really is a big saving grace to me ehihi So I went on, read first the brief descriptions of the movies and chose L'Amant(French of The Lover) since it seemed more interesting and intriguing than the rest of the seemingly sensual movies there. As expected, the sex scenes were graphic yet the whole movie was artistically-driven. It's just like every 30+ man's filthy fantasy transformed into a compelling movie with a script written by the hands of a profound writer. So, it wasn't a bad midnight after all haha. The setting was in the era of French colonization over Vietnam where essentially two cultures clashed and love forbidden. *gasps* I had ended there ehehe, I'm no spoiler. The movie was based from Marguerite Duras' autobiographical novel, and if you had the copy of that novel, novel buffs(I'm not included) would drool over it. So start hiding inside your nearest closet before a saliva does a "trickle" on you.

Three days ago, I finally had a momentous rendezvous with my Old Vine, Kay. I believe I already had plugged a few descriptions of her at least a couple of times here in this nook that she's my ultimate girl best friend, the editor-in-chief, and Ziyi look-alike ehehe. Perhaps, it still holds true today that words aren't enough to describe a person very close to you but I think a more-than-a-decade-old friendship with her would certainly be enough to get an inch away from that shortfall. So let me try ehehe.

I decided to meet her at National Bookstore for a simple reason that if one of us had come out late, none of us would be bored waiting for each other since books flooding at that venue would kill that feeling even before it surfaces out of the shell. We don't like books, we JUST love it ehehe. Well, she was the one who came out roughly 15-minutes behind and I was like in a totally joking way, "You must've chosen the cold rainy weather over our hang-out that you almost slept me over." Of course, not in English and not the exact words ehehe but at least that was the gist I was trying to imply. She just rebutted it with a grin by saying, "No, I was just busy throwing away unnecessary photocopied materials." We went on and started to heat things up through a trite of how-are-you-good-good. We had leveled-up our conversation, while walking aimlessly around totally unaware of the people strolling all over the mall, a notch up by ballistically exhanging each other's minuscule updates as well as the updates of our high school pals gone wild and gone together. We both decided to stop by French Baker and soothe ourselves for a better kind of talk over an Iced Mocha and a couple of pizzas each. Then she was the first one who asked for my story and I, a little puzzled, asked back to sort things out, "Where do you want me to start? Is it from the moment I stepped out of the bus on a Valentines day, the day we last met?" And so I began. The others were just exchanges of interesting stories mostly updates from her suitors way back then, from the showy weird to the so-so. We mostly laughed our head off in every single story we shared. We're happy bunnies, by the way hehe. Laughably, she cut me out in the middle of my storytelling just to remark how good I look with my skinhead cut hehe. Then I said my genuine, "Thank you" and went on. The lengthy quality of our conversation made the Iced Mocha we drank and the pizzas we munched SO slow to consume. God, she's really the greatest conversationalist ever. The energy she always has the moment she starts to open her mouth up in her patented high-pitched tone is damn contagious. From nowhere, she pulled her phone out and gave me the number of her close gal friend and I was like, "I wasn't the one looking." Baffled, she replied, "You're not, really?!" And I gave in, "Okay, yeah, I was." Hehe. Then I said to her that I'd try to text her friend if I'm no longer cramped of sorts. Then she began to chuck this funny idea in that she believed not in the corny saying of opposites attract and pushed me to go on with her close gal friend ridiculously since, she said, we have a lot in common. If love of literature is what she was saying we have in common to pep me up or even how talkative I am in a totally positive way then I guess she definitely had a strong point. But let's see ehehe. After having that lightening talk at French Baker, we had again walked aimlessly around the mall until we dropped by the perfect place that has perfectly bonded us all these times-Booksale. Boy was I amazed that she knows almost every book that she was browsing on the rack and even gives me an interesting trivia where it belongs(eg American Literature). We had kept that fiery discussion up on literature until our final stop, at National Bookstore. I just couldn't drag her with me to the business section to show her how I'm basically living my life since those business jargons are off-limits to her artistic line of interest. And I wouldn't spoil it hehe. Then we decided to get our talk at French Baker a sequel. We sat on the bench at the Food Court while she was munching fishballs and I was spooning my McFlurry and I floated up a little detail of her long and steady relationship with someone special through asking a question like how her boyfriend has accepted her, up to her weakest. Yeah that sappy and serious hehe. I congratulated her for getting her dream job being an English teacher at La Salle and horsed around about treating me for our next get-together for she'd really get a very handsome pay there hehe. And she didn't decline haha. The mall lights started to go away and we decided to leave the place. We've been living in the same subdivision, just blocks away, so we had continued talking on our way home until the tricycle stopped by my house and said our goodbyes. *sighs* I remember those times when we were still kids and constantly talked about by our parents as childhood sweethearts and all. Those vivid times when I, with some friends, went to her house playing "school" and she was playing as a teacher and the rest of us were her obedient students. Now, time has flown swift, her dream has finally come true, from playing as a teacher with a stick on her hand to finally making it real, and as her oldest friend, I couldn't be happier.

What an Old Vine, she perfectly fits the very description. An intense wine that came from the grape vines reserved to be fermented for a decade or more. Just like the great friendship I've had with her, it has been more than a decade now, more than half our lives, yet it's been intense enough to survive through storms(yes, we did have a big fight once in the sixth grade), last this long, and reminisce the past that really has kept us mightily bonded. There's absolutely no other person in the world who knows me from the filthiness of my groin(haha) to the weakness of my heart and way beyond the confines of this blog other than her, my oldest and greatest friend ever who owns a back that has been watched by yours truly from time to time. That Old Vine, she actually coined those words to me in one of her messages and I made it as a title just to show how discreetly proud I really am being the oldest friend of a sly writer