Nothing Much Happened Today

There are just days when nothing much happens. And days where pretty much a lot of things happen. Today was such a day. My day today started out early. I woke up at eight in the morning. To me, that is early considering that I usually wake up much later than that.

I had to meet a high school friend over lunch but being the slow-poke that I am, I left at eleven forty when my meeting was at eleven-thirty. Over the phone, I explained to my friend that I was going to be late. I then told her that our lunch date at a Japanese restaurant was to be my treat since I passed an exam. Although I did pass a very important exam, my reason for treating her out was far from that. I just wanted to treat her out to good food. I know that she very much enjoys Japanese food.

My friend was dropped off by her husband at the Japanese restaurant. I came in probably twenty minutes late. Her husband left then my friend and I had lunch.

My friend and I talked about lots of stuff. I can't remember much about what we talked about. We weren't really paying that much attention to the conversation. We were more focused on our bento boxes. The food was excellent.

After lunch, my friend decided to treat me out to coffee and sweets. We headed to the nearest mall. We both ordered frozen coffee and paired it off with a giant cookie. Since the coffee wasn't that remarkable, we concentrated on our conversation.

Looking back, I think it was foolish of me to discuss my ESP potential. I told her that I had a tendency to sense what people are thinking. I always assumed that most women had this skill. I guess I was wrong. Although she did talk about her uncanny connection and sensitivity when it comes to her husband, she told me that she didn't really experience it with other people. I told her about my special skill. I can 'connect' with various people. Sometimes, I can even sense what they are thinking. I have to spend a considerable amount of time with a person though to be able to do this. It's like tuning in to someone's frequency.

Since it happened to me a lot, I always thought that people could sense other people's thoughts. I always assumed that everyone can sense what the other person is thinking about. My friend probably thinks that I'm crazy or a pathological liar. It's probably time for me to stop telling people about my special skill. I feel like such a freak anyway for being able to do this.

My friend and I discussed family and siblings. She told me about her older sister who is now in the States. She told me that her sis wasn't so bright when it came to love. Her sis has a relationship with a married man. My friend even told me what her sis did just recently. When her sis' boyfriend called her to tell her that they were over, her sis flew in all the way from America to convince him to reconsider.

She had the most creative way of persuading him to take her back. Before my friend's sis went out to meet the guy, she first went to the parlour to beautify herself. She wore the most alluring outfit then went to meet the guy. When the guy saw her, he couldn't say no to her since she was so beautiful. The guy reconsidered and her sister flew back to America. That was that.

After our little coffee break/dessert break, my friend told me that she was so full that she needed to stand up and do some walking. I'm insatiable and my stomach didn't feel heavy at all but I agreed to do some window shopping with her. We first window shopped at a candy store where we drooled over expensive imported candies and chocolates. Our next stop was at a snack bar which offered local delicacies at a very affordable price. Before my friend left, we went inside a crafts store where she bought yarn.

I spent four hours with her but it felt like four minutes. She just disappeared and I drove myself home.

I spent a good thirty minutes talking to relatives. They showed me the drawings of their seven year old son. They were obviously proud of their son's artistic talent which they have every right to be. The boy was truly talented. He even made his own story book. He wrote his own story in his own handrwriting and littered his hand-made book with his very own drawings. I chatted a few more minutes with the boy's father about car engines and stuff. After that I went home.

Home was just ten steps away. We live in some sort of compound. My relatives live next-door in my late grandmother's house.

I told my brother to dress up so that we could go to the gym. But my brother took an hour to get ready. By the time he was ready, I had also finished watching the latest CSI episode. Before we left, our older sister warned us that we had dinner to attend to with a few of our relatives.

We exercised in the gym for approximately an hour and a half. By the time we got to the restaurant, they were already serving soup. We hadn't missed much.

I can't say I was bored but my uncle did give me a puzzled look since I was staring at the food. I was only then starting to feel full from my heavy lunch. Although I didnt' feel like eating, I just drank soup, ate vegetable garnishings and the other vegetable dish.

Time just seemed to fly. Before I knew it, I was back home surfing the internet. After surfing, I picked up the memoir 'Tis. I'm taking a little break from reading. After I finish typing this blog, I'm going to pick up the book again. After that, I'll read. Tomorrow it'll be Sunday, again.