-Birthday boy :)

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHDAY WAB!!!

I LOVE YOU!!!

-Thanksgiving

The other day, as Janell and I was driving to Mckhy’s, she said something that immediately reminded me of last year. It was funny. I said to her, “last year din yan diba?” I was referring to the time we slept at Manila Hotel for the Bar review. It was also during one of me and ForeverGuy’s major fights.

Today reminded me of another one of those “Isang taon na nga pala kami…”

I was reading Conrado de Quiros’ column on the net when I noticed an ad about the Spa and Wellness Conference in June. Sometime in September last year, I also attended the same event at Hotel Sofitel. It was one of my first major articles for The Times.

One year. Who would have thought huh? This was roughly around the same time I was crying my heart out for all the things I was hearing back then. And now… well, now we sing a different tune.

The things are still the same. Annual events are still taking place–some I would attend again, some I won’t. It’s still the same old blue sky. The sun still rises on the East and sets on the West. Some relationships lasted, some ended. Two of our high school friends got and will get married. More than 80 percent of Filipinos still go to bed with an empty stomach. Our government is still one of the most corrupt in Asia. We’re still under the tyrannical rule of Gloria Arroyo.

But we have the H1N1 now. I have the poll automation bid to cover. I work at the field now. ForeverGuy is already on his third year of med.

One year after… I think we’re better than before. We’re into new heights, and we’re more on the same level of thinking now–mentally and emotionally. We both know what we want for our lives–as individuals and as a couple.

It’s a different feeling. We’ve passed from that stage of our lives when everything we do seems wrong for each other… and every single fight can lead to a breakup.

One year. You’d think everything will fall apart in just a few short months, but we were gifted with a year. We worked hard for it, yes, but it has also been a blessing of love, trust and patience.

Thank you, thank you, thank you… for the kind of love few people have found in one lifetime. Thank you.

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Ttthhhiiirrrddd yyyeeeaaarrr

Our two-week hiatus finally paid off! Congratulations, love! You did it!

Third year. Wow. Haha! Two years down. :p

I’m so proud of you~~~

I love you <3

Stigma

When I was chatting with him less than five minutes ago, I was fine. Totally fine. Then he said he’s already sleepy so I replied “go ahead” with our usual sign off messages. But here I am now sulking. It hit me then… I miss him. I totally miss him. We haven’t seen each other for two whole days. That’s not a problem usually, we only saw each other four times a month when he’s got school. But I miss him too damn much right this moment.

I realized then there wasn’t a single time where I was the one who initiated to end our chat. It was always him. Now the case may be look at as he’s got a lower tolerance for sleepiness than me but… it bothers me a bit that I am always left hanging at the end our our chat conversations. Maybe that is why I am always the one missing him more after the chats. I should try to end it first next time, no matter how much I want to talk with him. Just to get out of an annoying stigma.

So now I have to kill time browsing the net for useless and meaningless trivialities just to get me to sleep. *sigh*

I miss you. This is killing me.

Exam week

Wab is having his exams as I write this. And so… I will be having a vigil until Friday. At least one rosary a day before I sleep. I can’t do much for him but pray.
Hope he nails his exams, I know how important Med School is for him.

Hearts entwined

It makes me afraid at times–how much I believe that we’re going to end up together. Most of the times,I just want to fast forward to the future so I can see, finally, that he is the man with whom I will spend the rest of my life with. Because no matter how much I force myself to accept that we can’t be certain of what tomorrow will bring, I can’t imagine living the rest of my days without him.

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The next sun will bring new hope,
new pain, more tears

It will put a rope around us,
binding us together
or forcing us to break.

But no matter how many sunsets
descends upon us,
my heart sings at your presence
and rejoices in your life.

<3

HAPPY 18TH OF THE MONTH!!!

Who would have thought, huh? You and me. It sounded insane for some. But it has always been perfect for me.