What Goes First This Time

Disregard the horrible asthma attack in 1999 that made me promise to live each day like it was my last. This is no longer about me especially when the blasted typhoon could almost wipe an entire city in one hour. Or your entire family.

December 17, 2011 – 1:00 a.m
Text message from Pau: Did you talk to your mom yet? Major flood in CDO. City wiped out. I’m calling my mom now. Nobody is answering.
Checked Facebook. Nothing from friends.

December 17, 2011 – 1:30 a.m
Talked to mom who narrated the story. She drove our SUV while Dad locked the doors. Water was waist-high. Everyone was asleep was she can’t still shake off the feeling that what if my dad had a heart attack and got stuck in the middle of it all.
Mom rested. Glad everyone is safe. House is submerged in water though.

December 17, 2011 – 3:00 a.m.
Refreshed Facebook and Twitter for news. Horrified at others’ plight. Frustrating that no news came out from the TV Stations. Being helpless does not begin to describe it. Friends and people from all over the world who somehow have a connection in Cagayan show signs of solidarity. Very overwhelming.

Just glad that friends are okay. Our dog Hugo was gone though. He was a gift from my friend Jeff and because he was my first pet, he trained me well – to become a good mom. I hope he still thinks so – wherever he is now. My mom said when the water rose up, he probably floated from his cage and went somewhere else. Bye Hugo. Thank you for the memories.

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6 Reasons Why We’re Different

Like any other relationships, mine certainly isn’t damn well near perfection. Whoever said opposites attract anyway? I can perfectly name some points that made me wonder why my boyfriend stayed this long.

Number one, I go out all the time. I don’t think I’m ready to stay at home on Saturday Nights, I guess, even if there are good movies on HBO. He might have to come up with something fun if he wants to stay home at Saturday Night because a restless me might stamp my bratty foot down.

Number two, I’m high maintenance. Sum up the contacts solution, the asthma inhalers, the hair treatments, the massages and the frequent dine outs, my boyfriend will declare bankruptcy. On my behalf.

Number three, I hardly talk at all. Even if I can be left alone with a crossword puzzle and think that its the most happiest times of my life doesn’t mean that I am a snob and I don’t make an effort to be nice. Ironically, he is the life of the party. I wouldn’t be surprised if my girlfriends invite him more than me.

Number four, I have habits that would make him curl up in horror. I chew on my nails. Hardly comb my hair. Collect expensive InStyle. Bark at bad service. Hate jeepneys. Yell at the drivers.

Number five, I’m possessive and don’t want him to be very friendly with his female friends. Sometimes he is being TOO friendly with other women and it FUCKING bothers me a lot because sometimes these women get ideas into their heads and might think that he might like them – SO IRRITATING. And now they’d feel sorry for me! I understand that is how he is with the Superfriend of the Year Award. But really. Sometimes – just out of respect FOR ME or RESPECT for what we have – curb it. Minimize it. You are only going to be THAT friendly and passionate to me and not to all of your other friends who are girls. I do not want the same treatment. It is up to you. If you want ALL of them to be your girlfriends, then count me out of it. I do not want to be part of a virtual orgy.
 
Number six, I don’t think I’m just paranoid. I’m a woman and we have the strongest instincts compared to men. Men are sometimes clueless and you might say, “Of course not she’s in love with me!” But if I feel something, I feel SOMETHING. Get it?
 
So what to do. What to do – help me out here.

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Happy Birthday babe!

I love you so much! You are wonderful!

Surprised him by going to the office at 7am – yes, that much effort required to be able to wake up early. Brought Basti, too.

Dinner with his family at Tara’s Cafe in Asia Town IT Park, Cebu.
Love their buffet!
For only P150, you get almost the same service that you normally see in Parklane or Midtown Hotel.
Except that they don’t have cereals.

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