Bug-eyed and Satisfied

Whenever I experience being awake for almost 24 hours already, I see two scenes: One, Mike Enriquez and Mel Tiangco would popup, and shout at me, “BENTE-KWATRO ORAS!” Or the other: German Moreno would boisterously say, “WALANG TULUGAN!” Although I prefer the more entertaining one, from the Master Showman, this event still makes me feel really, really suicidal, if not utterly exhausted.

The same thing happened again, but with a twist.

I and Ton were about to sleep yesterday at about 2 PM, after a very, very exhausting day (for him, since he’s the one who normally does all the work!), when I noticed that he’d been too silent, and a little sad. I’ve surmised as much that this was because her mother had to be confined in a hospital for treatment, although I really am not sure. I remembered that earlier, he had proposed that we go to SM, just to set our minds off of some things, and to buy some things for ourselves. I had declined, and said that it would be better if we just rest.

We were already lying in bed in each other’s arms, and I kept on asking him why he was so silent. He, however, kept on insisting that it was nothing. He didn’t give any reason at all. I had a head-splitting headache then, which made matters worse. Finally, I said, “Sige, tara sa SM!” with the eagerness of a three-year-old. To my surprise, a smile dawned over his lonely face. And then we dressed up, beautified a bit (of course, darling) and set off. He was in an entirely better mood already, and when we reached the mall, we had fun (my persistent headache calmed only by a meager 500-mg Tylenol). We went to several shops, buying anything that we like, although at the end, it was my preferences that we followed. It had always been like that since the beginning: I was the woman, he the man; his likes sacrificed, my whims obeyed.

We even reached three malls, in search for the 5th Harry Potter book, albeit we failed. Again, this was because I wanted to buy it for my collection (and I had wanted for him to read it, as well). We then settled for the 3rd one, which I also didn’t have. We bought some other stuff, went to the grocery for sterilized milk, then proceeded home.

Overall, it was a very exhausting day. We reached our rented apartment at last, settled down a bit, and had a talk about the things we did, over Munchkins™ and Coke. My eyelids were already burning extremely then, but I didn’t sleep yet: I waited for his Adobong Baboy, which he cooked with all the love in the world. It tasted very, very good, which reminded me of how lucky I am for having him in my life. I finally took a bath, waited for him to lie beside me, then fell asleep, exhausted and strained to the last iota of my body, but totally well-compensated due to the new smile in his face.

I love you, Baby!

Theme Song!

Well, by the title itself, you probably have the complete idea. Here it goes:

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I’ve Found This Person Already

I received this message that was e-mailed to me a few weeks ago. I found this person already though; the same person to who I dedicate this blog site. Maglaway kayo sa inggit.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot.
Who calls you back when you hang up on him.
Who will stay awake just to watch you sleep.
Wait for the guy who kisses your forehead.
Who wants to show you off to the world when you are in your sweats.
Who holds your hand in front of his friends.
Wait for the one who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares about you and how lucky he is to have you.
Wait for the one who turns to his friends and says, “…that’s him.”

The Sweetest Thing

This is the card that I received from Ton for my birthday.
These are the words that I will remember forever.

At the front, it was addressed:

For the One I Love

There was a flower at the center, and immediately below that, it said:

I started
loving you
before I knew
even half
the reasons
why I should -

Then after opening the card, I read:

Imagine
how much
I’m loving you now

And then…

Happy Birthday

Take Care of Me, Take Care of You

I’m very sad right now because Ton has a toothache, which has been going on for almost a week now. I’m not sad because he can’t take care of me right now; I’m sad because his pain kills me. (more…)

Marlboro Gold

Yesterday, Tonichi arrived from Pangasinan, because the first day of his classes started today. I waited for him until about 5 PM so that I would be able to see him at last, for I already missed him so much. I was then very sleepy and exhausted, since it had been a long day, and I had been awake for almost 24 hours already. At last he came, and my life became worth living again. Please read on… (more…)

Introduction to This Blog Site

I created this short introduction to give you, my dear reader, a basic background about what I created this blog site for, and who I dedicate it to. If you’re not interested about this series of love articles however, you’re free to visit my main blog site, or close this whole window altogether. But I do hope you would at least take a glance at this work, and at least gain a little idea about the reason why I am still alive right now.

I created this blog site as a separate one from my main blog site because I know that doing otherwise will eat up my bandwidth in the near future. Why? There’s just so many that I could write about this special person, so many that I could confess, so many that I could share. A very special person indeed. He showed me a whole new world, and a lot of worlds beyond. His name is Tonichi.

I can’t give enough back to him, so I thought this little blog site would come as a surprise, as a good gift. I can’t repay him for everything that he’s done for me, for us, and I know that I can express myself best through written form, so I am doing this. We’ve been together for more than a year now. More than a year of sacrifices (more than half of these is his); more than a year of joys and tears. Read, in this blog site, our legacy.

Prelude: With and Without

I recently broke up with my year-and-a-month partner. It was a really painful moment when we finally agreed to do it, although I am sure that he hasn’t accepted it yet. But infinitely more than this, is the steadily escalating sense of foreboding that I may never see him again. Anyway, I just told myself, “Got to move on.” Selfish? Please continue. (more…)