post V-DAY kilig

no, i did not go out on valentine’s day.

habi and i weren’t among those who spent valentine’s day shagging in hotels/motels.

we didn’t even eat out.

we didn’t watch a concert.

we didn’t see a movie.

we didn’t go to a resort.

we didn’t even see each other.

we both went to work on valentine’s day.

we didn’t get each other gifts–but he did surprise me with a dozen krispy kreme doughnuts, a treat i didn’t expect to get when i got home the night of the 14th.

i was ecstatic when i laid eyes on the dotted box!  it was heaven! see how babaw i am?

BUT–the ultimate kilig moment came when i opened my yahoo mail the day after.

no, habi didn’t send me a billet doux. he couldn’t write, that’s why.

i know, i’m being mean.  i love him, don’t get me wrong.

but habi wasn’t the source of my kilig moment.

this man was.

yes, him.

the man i went gaga over for years and years.

the man i dumped my second boyfriend for.

the man who made me live and breathe basketball for a decade.

the man i so adored i wrote a novel for him.

the man i phone in scaramento during off-seasons.

yes, sean chambers.  THE sean chambers.

i got an email from him a day after valentine’s day.

it reads:  happy hearts’ day.  who is your date?

to which, i replied:  since you weren’t here, i was dateless!

and the banter went on and on until we grew tired of emailing each other a record seven times in succession. 

i asked for his ym.  yes, it was stupid of me to assume that he doesn’t have a yahoo account. 

he gave it to me and before i could even blink, he added me up already and in no time we were texting.

yup–it brought back the ‘kilig’ i thought was long gone.

i was still blushing when habi fetched me from work!

when he asked me why i was grinning from ear to ear, i said:  sean and i texted!

i’ll definitely have them meet when sean visits manila soon. 

missed it

i missed it.

he texted me early in the morning to ask if i got the replay schedules.

i figured i got missent again–so i replied, ‘no.’

it was short and it was cold.

i deleted his number from my phone last night, i promised myself not to text him again. i even vowed to delete his messages without reading them.

but guess what–i read the messages i got from him just the same.  as for not having his number on my phone–i know it by heart.

yeah, it sucks.

the harder i try, the more i fail.

okay–back to his ANC stint.

when he texted me to check if i’ve had lunch i told him i ate at home. then i told him that i feel so lazy to go to work.  to which he replied, "then don’t, watch me instead."

i would have said, "sure, i’m dying to!"

but i didn’t.  instead i told him i won’t have time to do so.

long story cut short, i went to work and obsessed on plotting a means to watch his interview.

i failed once more.

i didn’t get to see it.

a few minutes after it was aired we texted.

him:  it was my first time live nationwide.  can’t say how i did because i failed to watch the show. i was busy talking.  jun was serious but i was humorous.

me:  i hope pia didn’t get smitten by you.

him:  she was.  years ago.  but she’s married to my upperclassman and friend already.

me: oh–you were that charming!

him:  hahaha!  i’m not charming.

i hate it when we talk like that.

if it were true then i must say i sort of have the same taste in men as pia hontiveros. or not.

gosh.

i love habi. i love habi. i love habi.

i must keep on repeating that to myself these days.

i must.

his inner circle

it’s been four years and i realized i haven’t met some of habi’s friends! it’s been an issue between us back in the days when we were still uhmm, ’sorting things out.’  but after a year into the relationship, i got to know his best buddy, marlon and some of his other friends through yahoo groups and well, eventually here on friendster.  but i’ve never actually spent time with them.  so i dunno if we could actually get along well (read:  i dunno if they’ll like me! hahaha!)

sure, i get along well with joel, habi’s closest buddy in UH and i’ve met bien too, his other GMA friend.  and of course i’ve met his neighbor friends and although i’m not really chummy with them i do flash them my smile each time we would bump into each other.

i must confess, i check habi’ phone–with his permission of course!  and i do open his emails so somehow, i can safely say that i’m ‘acquainted’ with his friends because i get to read about them and know them better through emails and stuff…

but…

i actually feel it’s kinda unfair beause habi knows all my friends–well, he hasn’t met everyone but he gets along well with my college buddies, my work friends and yeah, even my highschool pals.  of course, he hasn’t met NY-based kami and my canadian gigolo ex, dinds and some other friends who were well, uhmm–’affiliated’ with past miels…but he knows my ‘inner circle.’  so that makes it quite unfair! because i haven’t met his best girl-friend evelyn and his other close college pals dex and louie…

i just knew i had to meet all of them!  so i’m beyond thankful when i finally got to chat with evelyn the other day through ym and i’m glad she’s agreed to meet with habi and i sometime this month. 

i’m so looking forward to that.  maybe i’ll get to know a side of habi that’s far more gross than his being a farting machine! :)  or perhaps evelyn could fill me in as to how naughty he was back in college—after college, i’m well aware of that! hahaha!

oh–yeah, i dunno when i’ll meet ‘cool’–maybe some other time.  but i gotta meet him too because i wanna prove him wrong–i do not look like habi’s ex. there. she’s prettier, that’s why.

uhmm–i just realized technically, habi hasn’t met my inner circle yet!  he hasn’t met my best gayfriend benedick, who’s in town, by the way.

and my ex bestfriend, ces. (yup, kiddo i now refer to you as my ex-bestfriend because you have forgotten about me already!)

and my best girlfriend gene who i haven’t seen for ages!

that being said, i guess we’re just about even!

‘him’ on teevee

him:  are you online?  i’ll let you read my draft answers to ANC’s interview.  tell me what you think.

me:  (jaw dropped) you–on teevee? when is it gonna air?  what program?

him:  check your gmail.  it’s all there.

hmmm…read the draft, it was okay–i told him he should have treated it more lightly.  well, it’s just a draft–i’m pretty sure he’s gonna have one very engaging conversation with pia hontiveros.

pia, he’s off-limits, okay?

52 and counting

yup.  it’s been 52 months and i still wake up each morning knowing the one guy who has stood by me through all these years is still with me.  putting up with my eccentricities, giving in to my whims and inceasantly loving me.

i’m one lucky lady, i suppose.

as bheng puts it, ‘maintenance lang naman ‘yan sa helmet!’

well, it’s just so fortunate that he’s wearing an uber sturdy one!

i love you, habi.

happy 52nd month!

i hope to continue counting days, months and years with you till we’re both old and grey.

fruit c

a friend filled me in with the latest news about the man who gave me my first taste of a broken heart in sophomore year high school–the man who for some reason didn’t have the balls to admit that yes, he and i were once an item…the man who gave me up for someone they had a bet on…

well, looking back i now understand why he was that way before…

if he didn’t have balls then, he has certainly changed…apparently, he’s got balls!  balls he’s oh-so-willing to share with other women apart from his wife!

yes, ‘he’ is married now.  he married the girl he dumped me for.

when i learned that they were getting married a few years back, i actually was happy for the both of them–thankful that lunacy didn’t get the better of me to screw up their relationship.  i actually thought to myself that perhaps, the two of them were really meant to be…

i’ve crossed paths with him and his wife several times and his wife certainly was a class on her own.  she was very civil towards me–nice, actually.  well, she has always been that way even way back in high school. 

she and i never really fought.  he courted her when he and i were starting to have problems…(read:  he was in the process of getting rid of me while i was busy trying to hold on to what i think was the ‘greatest love of all!)

when they became an item, she politely approached me and hugged me and said, ‘i’m sorry.’  i then became ‘the girlfriend that never was.’

but that’s all water under the bridge now. 

we’ve all moved on.  i honestly prayed that his marriage will last…

after all, i believed in my heart that they were really made for each other.  that’s why it saddened me when i heard from a friend that there’s trouble in paradise…

as per my friend, ‘he’ is out of the country, working–yup, he’ working now (read:  he used to be a full time bum).  great news, right?  not really.  he’s out of the country working and banging somebody else while his wife is busy looking after their very beautiful daughter.  bad, bad, bad!

now i feel bad for his wife…and their kid.

his wife doesn’t deserve a philandering husband.

his kid doesn’t deserve a good for nothing dad.

now i’m thankful for the tears i shed for him.

i am thankful that he broke my heart back when i didn’t know any better. 

i am thankful that the pain he dealt me then made my heart stronger and more resilient.

he was my first love.

i’m glad i got over him.

i am so blessed.