I am now officially in love with Max.
I swear to God, that guy has a tremendously powerful ESP. After DAY 1 in my work a while ago as a trainee, Max and I arranged to meet up at Glorietta where I would supposedly bill him for a cup of coffee as I am supposed to serve as his shrink this night, but then he surprised me with something he hinted at me last Sunday he said he’d give me–he GAVE me Jostein Gaardner’s Sophie’s World, that book I was ABSOLUTELY DYING TO READ, as A GIFT. I swear to God, I was absolutely itching to kiss that guy (err…but then again I wasn’t, he he) due to my deep gratitude a while ago. And to think I was about to bug my friend Juret to ask her boyfriend Ivan for his copy–that guy was the only one I talk weird psych and philo with (but psych and philo, nevertheless) because of his degree in Psych, hence, his recommendation of the book.
I never told Max about it before–at least I don’t remember telling him I am itching for a copy of it. I don’t think we even talked about it, and I don’t think either that I have given Max concretely a notion of me being into such things. But the guy…he just gave me outright the copy, and a new one at that! I mean, these things are 300+ to 400+ in bookstores, and that could have equaled to four Imago gigs in Max’s part.
Wow. I’m hoping one day I’ll be able to repay you for that, Max. Thanks a lot, I swear, thank you.
Pseudo-deep ramblings under the soft lights of the lamp posts
He said almost surprisingly that he didn’t know I was actually memorizing the little details of Intramuros the night I was with him and Tani. I didn’t, I wanted to tell Max, but the idea slipped off my mind due to a topic shift. I was merely describing them details in my own way.
It just amuses me how people tend to describe some things. Actually it reflects a lot of what they are feeling at that moment, or what their notion of life is. I could describe the mild brownish lights inside Starbucks in the cinema area, how they seemed to reflect in a rather pensive way, almost alluring people under its light’s jurisdiction to just cozy up and open their thoughts. The light was not too mild but neither was it bright, it was just enough to complement the brewing ripe coffee beans’ smell wafting in the air. The smiles of people around had a hint of the coffee’s aroma on them, the scent enough to raise the corners of their lips to a friendly reception of a possible chat within them. Coffee just had these stimulating effect on people, and it was obvious on every one as much as it was obvious on the eyes of the girl behind Max who cast a dreamy look at the counter while waiting for her own cup.
Such things I cannot help but describe cheerfully–such things were apt with our current mood. I could have added a hundred more things to say–the way laughter resounded around the fourth floor terrace, or even how everyone’s mood was slightly giddy around the table over at Cafe Havana at Greenbelt where we went to next. But this was my view. To others, the lights I saw might curiously serve as an omen to some disheartened person who might take it as the atmosphere’s way of expressing sympathy for them. Or it could also mean soft lights revving a youngster up for a party later in the night. But tonight, it was just okay to me, nothing much too poetic, but still pretty enough to be appreciated.
He kept on listening to my gibberish talks, almost sincerely. Either Max had his way of making one talk or I was just yakking the night away, I am not exactly sure. I was afraid in fact of talking too much, for I fear he’d finally find out the void underneath all those layers of heavy drapes, a slight penetration might mean a possible recoil. But I was supposed to make him talk, however, it had to take more than just coffee and San Mig Light and Greenbelt. He promised a more giddy Max come Friday; hopefully after a gallon or two of Red Horse or any equivalent.
We talked about a lot of things. My weird family, his sister, some of his past, some of my past, talks over uncommon topics with special people of the same wavelength. He had a lot to tell, it was obvious in his eyes. Had it not been for his job waiting back for him at his office, he would have stayed longer, I suppose.
Tonight, I shall sleep celebrating the luck of finding someone of another probable wavelength. I have another person to look forward to talking to, another person to which ideals and aspirations and realizations are discussed with gusto. Another person to which things other than entertainment shall be conversed with. Life. Thoughts. Achievement. Fulfillment. Graces. Sadness. Love. Hate. Theories. Anything can be possible. Anything other than the usual tiring pretensions.
Tonight, I shall celebrate–I have found yet another gem in Max, which I pray will lead to the discovery of a thousand more other gems outside my usual world. Tomorrow, I shall lament the loss of some gems in my life, all of which have shaped a huge deal in what I am whether I deny it or not. Tomorrow, I shall lament the loss of souls due to the stones I have picked up and kept in my pocket along the way that I lost the gems instead.
