29th, the third time ; )

i woke up over-hearing kyra and bibing's discussion over the shocking pregnancy of a young tv personality. it was half past 6 and the housemates were busy preparing for school and work.

i checked my cp and got my usual doze of sweet messages from my dear pulutong. what a wonderful day!

i wiggled around Faye's bed and after stretching my 29-year old body, i tried to go back to sleep. but after 30 minutes of wiggling and wriggling, i got up and emptied my bladder.

i talked to Kyra about the dress that i'm going to wear at Libet's wedding, while she was brushing her teeth...how are we gonna make up with my premature breasts so i would look good on my dress? oh, the same sentiments of a not-so-gifted-over-there gal! but we'll find something out. she promised me : )

i went back to bed and dozed for a bit until Kyra knocked on the door to say bye bye. she'll get back to me after her class this noon.

i got up again and asked James if i could possible borrow his laptop. i checked on the meaning of the wedding rituals while he was ironing his clothes and i asked him several questions about my damaged lappy...

he left for class after a while and i found myself alone in big brother's house. i made myself a cup of coffee had a little breakfast and washed the dishes. now, i am faced with a big dilemma, there's no water in the house....time to call superman or batman!

i feel so much better now. after being sick on the bus on my way to work last night, i decided to go straight to Tara and Ramir's place. i needed to rest, i knew that my body wouldn't have endured the 9-6 shift. and i wanted to be okay on Libet and Gigi's wedding. there are more important things in life than work, after all! ethereal stuffs like friendship and love and.....happiness on my 3rd 29th!

the day is young. so many astonishing things are about to happen today!

bawi

my last post is so gloomy...i want to delete it but it's an episode of my existence so, it can stay where it is.

so today, babawi lang ako ng konti.

night shift ang drama ko dito sa e-main. an hour has passed, pero di pa dumadating ang task ko. gosh! sa heaven pa kaya galing yun or kay big brother lang? sana di ako makatulog.

approved na daw ang vacay ni pulutong ko! yehey! nagsaya naman ang kaluluwa ko! as in! excited na ako na ma meet sya in person. sana like nya pa rin ako pag nagkita na kami in person...wish wish wish *mahal na mahal kita pulutong ko*

naman! sobrang drama ang commute ekek ko today. isang oras ako naghintay ng ceres, panay pa ang stop nya, and hanggang mohon lang pala sya. nakakaloka. buti umabot pa ako before 9 dito.

sige, eto na lang muna ang bawi ko. may maisip pa sana akong mas masayang pangyayari later....

blue devil

when anguish comes, it comes and strips off one's dignity. it usually attacks the deepest recesses of the soul...there is no better escape than the comfort of crying.

oh, blue devil, where did you come from? why do you even have to mug me now? go away, i beg you. you have no space in my being. i am holding on to the little sweet happiness of my everyday existence and i can't spare time for you....

a patient man

Raegan is home for a 2-month vacation. since the day that he came home, he devoted his time with his kids and wife. i am just a quiet observer.

mornings are the busiest time in the house. Raegan would bellow on Khael and Keila to take a shower. Khael is independent but Keila is trying to have her way around her papa and Raegan would give her a bath and help her put on her school uniform. he would sit with them at the table while the kids eat their breakfast. he would call out on my sister and remind her that she's late for school. he would send the kids to school and wait for a jeepney for my sister.

that's his 1 hour routine on weekday mornings. he complains, yes. but he never stops doing his daily duty to his kids. and on weekends, he would treat them both to a hell-of-a-motorcycle ride.

i bet my father is happy that my sister married this patient man. although my father never really shows his appreciation. he could have learned a few fatherhood pointers from Raegan though...

counting....

my pulutong sent me an email yesterday and he mentioned that it's only 75 days until we finally see each other, in person, for the first time. i am so looking forward to that day. if i can only manipulate the time and days to make the waiting time shorter, i would surely do it. but no. i have no power to do that. i guess, i'll just have to enjoy our daily chat online, talk over the phone, messages on cs, fb and sms, until he comes to iloilo.

and the countdown begins....

Orange And Lemons - Hanggang Kailan (Umuwi Ka Na Baby Acoustic)

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dear pulutong ko,

thank you for everything. i am grateful that we were able to find each other in this lifetime, and i hope (and i want) to spend it with you. you are the source of all the positive energies that surrounds me now. you are, my everything...

ti amo tantissimo, Cristian....

"whatever pain happens to us in the future, I accept it already, just for the pleasure of being with you now. let's enjoy this time. it's marvelous." - eat, pray, love by elizabeth gilbert

lesson learned

never take anyone or anything for granted just because you know that they'll always be there for you no matter what. people and things may seem constant in our life, that's why we are so at peace to leave them in a corner, forget about them and get back to them later....unfortunately, and it happens most of the time, they aren't where and what they used to be when the time comes that we remember them...

treasure the people around you. show them how much you love them.

treasure the things around you. especially if it's a life saver in case of emergencies....to my pepper spray, sorry if i took you for granted. i thought you'd always be in my bag. wherever you are, i really miss you.

missing link

i rummaged through my old stuffs this morning and i found a notebook where i kept all the text messages from my friends. the notebook is ten years old...so are the messages.

i was attacked by nostalgia right away. some messages made me laugh, some made me confused, some made me smile...but all of them made me long for all my friends who sent all those messages to me.

it took me back to a time when i was surely lost for i have just gotten out from the comforts of home. it made me see a very fragile girl, shocked for being in the real world for the first time and unsure of what that place has to offer her or what she can tender to it.

what amazed me though, is the fact that during that confusion period, i had friends who stuck with me and saw me through it all. we looked after each other and asked another to look after the other. that, to me, is very comforting. even after that metamorphosis, and even if i have to go through another one, i know in my heart that there is nothing for me to fear because i have friends whom i have shared a very special bond with and they have contributed a lot as i emerged from my cocoon. and even though we don't get in touch as often as we used to, i know that they are always there and will always be there for me.

i dedicate this blog to my patient friends: edgar salvador romena buyco jr., mariphel aubrey dagami, janice mondragon, marie tara rose lozano-molina, rosemarie jane dela pieza dasig and julian reynier tormon rando.

i thank you all so much for everything. i will always treasure our friendship, to eternity and forevermore. i love you, guys!

it has to be you....

my mornings are stunning since...i can't even remember when it all started. (pulutong can you remember? you have the sharpest memory between the two of us)

okay, so i usually wake up to the sound of the roosters from the neighbor's backyard, clamors from kyla, khael and jed at 7 in the morning. then i'd reach out for my phone to check the time. what i will find there usually are messages from the sweetest creature named Cristian Pulutong Boarolo. my sleepy brain would automatically light up as soon as i see his name on the screen...my heart would stop the whole time that i'm reading his message...my cardiac organ would remain in comatose for a few seconds then it would beat animatedly for a long time, it feels like it's ready to jump out of my chest.

this morning!!! gosh! this morning, i got a poem from mio dolce pulutong! it took my breath away! my brain couldn't understand it but my heart fathomed it immediately. the poem said: il mio amore per te finirà quando un pittore cieco dipingerà il suono di uno spillo che cade su un pavimento di cristallo

i would like to thank the man who makes me feel so special, the man whom i love so much, the man who never drops an unanswered question, the man who has been into five surgeries, the man who pays attention to the tiniest significant details, the man who giggles when he's had too much to drink, the man who sends me a message when he wakes up from a bad dream in the middle of the night, the man who talks a lot even in his sleep, the man who is the master of tricks, the man who is admired by beautiful and chubby women, the man who uses the picture of Edward Cullen as his bookmark, the man who sings to me, the man who used to have a greyhound named BEE, the man who is crazy over asian women, the man whom i share boisterous fun and laughter with, the man whom i'm gonna meet soon, the man to whom i want to say "it has to be you..."

amore mio, thank you for finding me...because the truth is, i have been waiting to be found by someone like you. you just don't know how happy you are making me.

mahal na mahal kita

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pizza hut, elias and the bell

when i come to think of it, the movie date which turned out to be a lunch date with janice and mabeth last wednesday, was the first time ever that we went out, just the three of us, without the hubbub from our distant friends.

it was mabeth's idea to eat at pizza hut, which janice and i instantly agreed to. we sat patiently and chatted endlessly at the entrance while we waited to be accommodated. a good fifteen minutes later, a waiter led us to a vacant table. as he handed the menu to us and suggested for this and that, i can't help but stare at him, half-listening to his blah blah's. he was so over-flowing with confidence that was so impressive. i liked him instantly.

i shrunk and wouldn't look at him everytime that he pass by our table, and sometimes he would stop by to ask if we're doing okay or if we need anything else. i felt my face turn red when he took away our empty soup bowls. he held out his hand and i looked intently at his smooth palm and elongated fingers and i wanted to stretch out my hand to him. by then, mabeth and janice realized what's happening and they wanted to walk out on me and knock my head on the wall...or knock my head on the wall first then they'd walk out on me. but since they are my friends, they stormed me with their laughter, plus mabeth kicked me from across the table : (

clearly, elias is gay. but his carefree bearing was so attractive, and the aura that he exuded was so positive that whatever distress anyone was feeling at that moment, would fade away. that was how over-powering his presence was (to me, at least). however, his nearness overwhelmed me that i had to put my head in my bag to be able to breath. in the end, after an hour of tossing my pasta around my plate, mabeth asked for the bill. luckily, another waiter came to attend to us. i was able to breath normally again.

since i was so entertained by elias' gayish charm, and mabeth and janice were so satisfied with their pasta and pizza, mabeth did the honors of ringing the "i-am-happy-i-ate-here" bell on our way out. all the waiters at the resto stopped whatever they were doing when they heard the bell rang and clapped their hands. i was surprised and embarrassed that i didn't even dare to look back.

...yes, the sound of the bell woke me up from my "elias" enchantment...