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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Last Sunday when my beau was invited to his close friend’s baby’s christening, it was just natural that he would tag me along. (Hello, party!) Unfortunately, his friend is also friends with the ex. Now let’s call the ex Padfoot (you’ll understand why). Padfoot went to the friend who was having the baptismal party and said that it might not be a good idea to bring me along because she is still not over him blah blah and if I were coming she wouldn’t go at all and the people who are going to the party, too, might feel sorry for her blah blah and she is going to be embarrassed blah blah.

For the love of the Lord in Christ, this is not her party. She is not the host and she will never be one. My text message to her that day didn’t merit a reply but I’m not expecting any either because number one, the text message is in English and number two, I said everything that I needed to say: This is not your party and it is unfair of you to make **** choose between you and my boyfriend. How could you think of yourself when clearly this is all about the baby and not you.

Maybe she thinks she has enough star quality to hoard sympathy from the people. Sweetheart, they don’t care. My friend who was one of the godfathers at that party even asked, “Who is she?” He laughed after he found out who you were. See? You don’t stamp your mark on anyone’s brain registry.

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The boyfriend and I were at SM on Valentines Saturday when Bagyo Bising got heavier and we were forced to stay indoors and shopped the entire day. Not that I minded but that’s not the kind of indoor activity I was hoping for but hey, we can’t be choosy especially when a storm is in the way of your love life. The Valentine lunch (I think “The Valentine..” talk will have more following in this post) was at CNT, man, you can never take me away from that Cebu treat!

We got home at six and were too pooped to get up and join all that Valentine madness. I hate that SUN CELLULAR doesn’t have service at our apartment so The Valentine greeting and where-are-you-its-a-circus-here-they-need-an-acrobat messages were delayed. I’ve always voted for the Piolo, Sam Milby, Christian Bautista, and Mark Bautista concert that Valentine night at the Waterfront against the SITTI concert at the CICC – which I heard sucks because she CANNOT ever do concerts like Freestyle or Parokya ni Edgar (Hey Sitti, brush up on your airbrush jokes!) Instead, we spent Valentines eve dancing and meeting up with friends. Fun. No frills.

Vudu for the Black Singles’ Ball

[l-r] At the Gustavian with Erika, Jihan, Donna, Melanie, Me and the boyfie. The real Valentine happens indoors, of course. I hope yours was as much as fun it was with mine.

Oh. Hello. It’s the inevitable Valentine post for the love month. Last year I wasn’t so lucky with a relationship that foiled just when it was starting to get tough so yes, scratch that.

But this year has been all good. I didn’t cross my fingers but it was all good.

Right now, because I’m in a relationship, I’m vexed at looking for the a decent Valentines gift.

I thought:

Don’t give him something gadget-y. It’s not his birthday. Don’t give him a photo frame of you or both of you in it. It’s fine when you are in your one month but more of those frames could send him out of the door. No relationship guy is that vain. Don’t do the polo shirts and the caps and the jerseys. Again, save those for his birthday.

See, Valentines is all about the both of you – the we part that can only be validated if you:

1. cook home made dinner

2. hand him tickets to a show that you two will watch together and of course, something you both love

3. stay overnight at Abaca Resorts

4. do that Skywalk Adventure in Crown Regency

5. indulge his vain side with grooming products and expensive pampering caprices

6. run a hot bath with scented candles around it – massage parlor baby!

7. shower him with intimate bedroom gifts *wink*

8. or a his and hers novelty gift – pillows, mugs, Truffles!

9. plan a trip to Bantayan!

Ah… what to do? Haha. Three more days, people. Enjoy your Valentine.:)

Love is work… but it is the best job in the world.

It might be good and bad Karma.

The Karma broke things off with the girlfriend and I didn’t know if I should feel bad or if I should feel smug and high-five all the women in the world who has been cheated on by their boyfriends. Whichever is worst? There wasn’t even any feeling of gratification there. Just, uh, happy.

“Look, shit happens.”

Let me sit back and watch the barrage of hate speech, the nitpicking insults, the grabbing of photos and posting them somewhere.

Bring it ooowwwwn.

Sneaky, low-key and smug. I have become selfish and horrible and every inch of a bitch. Somebody stab me with a lightning ray. Oh, God. I didn’t know stealing could be this much fun.

I’m going to go get my mug shot soon.

I didn’t know that to get through a third date, the date has to go through an entire day of reading my website – in detail and in depth that I wouldn’t blame him if he pops a beer and downs several bottles in the process while reading in front of his computer– before deciding if he still wants to see me again. Or he goes through my Facebook. Whichever works for him.

The girlfriend! He has The Girlfriend! That is just soo wrong.

We’ve already gone past the wrongness.

I have listened to your story with an ear of a shrink and a mind of a woman and think that even though you might not have the kind of woman you wanted, you are getting the kind of loving you needed – and that is actually the most important thing in this lifetime.

You are special. Acceptance is key and if she cannot accept the real you – growth will forever be absent.

This is the part where you will sing James Ingram’s, “There’s No Easy Way.”

That I have realized after having that 12pm-8pm conversation with you between long hauls of exaggerated yawns and frustrated drowsiness. That I have realized that we are both stuck in the club and no matter how roomy it is, I cannot move one step forward.

I will be here. On call. For you. I’ll just leave 10% of me behind.

If the most man action I have experienced was a group date 2 months ago with the Kimchi scuba diving instructor who plays the part of Cebu’s tour guide to all motels, I would have welcomed Mountaineers all avalanching simultaneously recently.

I am not impressed at all. I am not taken by the *** 888 license plates, mountain sojourns in Bohol, the pretty boy look, the toothy smile, the gallantry, the Baby, please do not look for other men anymore...

Watch this turn into a 10 Things I Hate About You list.

When did romantic accolades replace sincerity? When did cheating become okay just as long as you are in an ITS COMPLICATED-thing?

They have been good while they lasted. I’m talking about the dates – but I like how you think.

Bad move. “I had the greatest time. Thanks.”

Read between the lines: I am so honored that you took me out if we would do it more often, I’d be washing your laundry and folding your sheets anytime soon.

He was such a gentleman about it when the girlfriend found out. He was gentleman enough not to tell the truth. I wonder if the girlfriend knows it is not just the first time.

Back off now. It’s time.