What now?

While I was walking along the street of Gil Puyat this morning, I realized I need to blog again. But of course questions came into my mind before I finally decided to do this again after two weeks. Would it hurt still? Would I cry? How would my readers react? But no, I am free, so I can write anything.

Yes, it still hurts. Sometimes I still catch myself tulala but I didn't cry anymore after the confrontation we had last week.

We decided to be friends. We still see each other once a week but are not committed; ergo, no promises, no expectations, no demands. This thing is kinda hard because I was so used to his always being present and ready whenever I need him. I miss his daily text messages, his cuisine, and the rules he had set for our relationship.

But looking back, in the past six months of always seeing each other and having "our daily routine", we realized we are happier now with this situation. We communicate better now, understand each other, don't fight, and don't disagree on anything. Everything is so light, no rush. Things are much better indeed.

Having him in the future is so blurry now. But life is beautiful and doesn't revolve around boys. 'Di ba? Asus!

With what happened, I learned a lot of people love me and there is more of life. For now, I am focusing on my career (so showbiz), family, and lots of friends.

To the people who were hurt because of this, Law and I are sorry. We need this for our maturity and our own families. We still love each other, but things are much better this way.

When best comes to worst

Some of my best moments in life happened when we were still together. The worst so far happened yesterday, after we decided to finally break up. This worst thing is still happening now as I can feel the pain and sadness, of course as aftermath of what recently happened.

When I told my closest officemates about it, they didn't believe me at first because they were used to our one-day break ups or simple misunderstandings. But things were really different prior to it, that's why we both agreed on our relationship's death.

The past days, a lot of misunderstandings that led to fights happened. Until we both became cold toward our relationship. We still saw each other but very few conversions took place and he was so quiet -- a thing so unusual of him. I kept on asking him to say something like how his day was, housemates, family, travel, etc., but he just replied, "I have nothing to tell you." -- as short as that. I couldn't get the catch. It's hard to explain a person's point when only few and abstract words or reaction come from his mouth or face.

Uh, I'll keep this post short for now. I'm not yet ready to write every thing. I need to take care of my health, so I need to be strong, right? Oh, by the way, he knows that whenever I cry, I couldn't breathe well. There.

He gave up already. So I let him go.

The many changes

The only thing constant in this world is change. I do not need to enumerate samples of universal changes because this page would not be enough if I do so. But I do have my list of changes I see and experience in a micro way (oah! that's so Economics huh!). Check these out:

• Before, we do things in sweet ways. Now, we do not do things in sweet ways. We, the young ones, really need to listen to our elders. They often say only the early part of a boy-girl relationship is sweet, the rest is not so, until it becomes bitter. This is so true. Promise!
• Before, I am skinny. Now, I am soo fat.
  
• Before, I receive my salary on-time or day before the pay-day. Now, I am not getting the definition of a pay-day, since it is now called pay-late. This is true to me only.
• Before, I can live with just prawn crackers as my meal. Now, I need to eat heavy at day time and only fruits at night.
• Before, I love seeing him everyday. Now, I wish we seldom see each other so that we would miss each other and also seldom fight.
• Before, I can upload photos in my Friendster account. Now, I can't do it anymore. It must be the Internet system.
• Before, I wanted to be rich. Now, I just want to live a simple life.
• Before, I thought all college deans are reputable. Now, I realized it is not the Doctorate nor whatever post graduate degree that determines a person's value. Knowledge and certificates can be easily grabbed, but character takes a lifetime to be formed.
• Before, I wanted just a small digicam. Now, even if time comes when I already have money to buy one, I think I will wait for the time when I can already purchase a professional cam.

Those are all for now.

Princess Diana is back!

Last night, upon arriving at the dorm, roommate Renzy, who sells imported perfumes and cameras online, told me a certain Princess is looking for me and that she is again staying in the house. I asked her who that Princess was. Then a few seconds after, I remembered only one princess knows me -- my ex-roommate Princess Diana.

I was surprised by what Renzy told me because I thought Ces, nickname of my ex-roommate and now a present roommate again, is in the US now for the last thing I learned about her was that she was preparing for the NCLEX (National Council Licensure Examination - an examination for the licensing of nurses in the United States) and a relative is processing her papers in the States.

Ces is the 2nd loudest housemate I have so far, next to Love the Atenian. She is my closest roommate that even when she left the house last year, we still continued our communication. She rented her space only for a month because she is still under training for a new job where she is the would-be Operations Manager. Huwow!

She is so kikay, maarte, and very true to herself. I think we both missed each other that when she arrived while I was watching Dahil May Isang Ikaw (oh, the Echo-Tintin tandem is always a hit, and the way they kiss each other feels like their very much used to the activity, nakaka-inlove, sobra!), we had tilian to the highest pitch and beso-beso to the max.

We slept at around 11PM, the time when I am usually dreaming already during a regular day since my second batch of roommates left the house. We told each other latest stories of ourlives and at the same time I oriented her to the new policies in the house and the new housemates she'll be meeting.

She thought I was still the conservative type she first knew, but I told her things have change, not drastically though. Haha.

I know she is moving to a new place soon and I'll miss her again. But I hope the bond will still be there despite distance.

Test post; blogger is still dizzy.

I am still dizzy, sleepy, and want to eat more lutong bahay still, but I want to do this post. I'll try my very best to articulate and observe writing rules, but if you think I didn't, well, it must be the supposed-to-be-long-weekend hangover.

It goes...

My officemates and I were hesitant if we still had to pursue the trip to Bicol since typhoon Santi was set to landfall Friday midnight in Infanta, Quezon. Though we would not pass the place of the typhoon's eye, our relatives, friends, and officemates were nervous on our decision to still pursue the trip because the landfall time was the time when we were supposed to be in Quezon Province and the typhoon was so strong and big.

When I was still in the office, every hour starting 2PM, I kept on calling Peñafrancia Tours to ask if travel would still be pursued and to book a ticket for Lawrence on the same bus Yhen and I would be riding on. The bus line was consistent in saying they would proceed with the scheduled travels.

We arrived at Araneta Center at 6:15PM. There were so many people, as expected, who were all rushing. I think everybody knew about the typhoon but no bus line announced postponement of travel, so business as usual. We bought many food and water in preparation for a stranded travel.

The bus left the terminal at 8:30PM. There was no traffic, very minimal rain drops, but noticable wind. After the first stop over in Lucena City, we were stranded in a forest-like area. All the buses stopped for a reason we were not sure about. All of us just noticed the wind was intense that we were like on a boat in the ocean and the rain was really heavy. Our bus, along with the others bound to Bicol, stopped for an hour while chilling due to extreme coldness.

After that halt was another halt, but this time was for five hours. There was no rain nor wind. But we found out water about 50 meters away from us was at chest level. All the bored passengers went down the bus to take pictures of the flood, smoke, eat, drink, and urinate on the road. (The three of us were among those road urinaters. ahahaha.)

At about past 9AM, the driver decided that the bus dive into the water and brave the flood. The pieces of lugguage in the compartment were placed inside the bus. The Atimonan (Quezon) residence where saying bad words at us for they did not want us to smash with the water because some houses would be affected by the water current the bus would be making. The most frightening part was when we reached the chest-level water. All eyes were on us. Whew! But after doing in slow motion the "This is it challenge" made by Santi, all passengers applauded the driver for his idea and initiative. All the buses did it, but Peñafrancia did it first and all others followed. I salute Kuya Driver for doing such. Thanks much Kuya!

I was teary eyed after crossing the flood because I do not know how to swim and I get soffucated easily that I might die in that moment.

The bus arrived at Legazpi City at 5PM and I arrived home at 6PM. So it was more than one whole day spent for travel, how was that? My hips were aching and I didn't deficate that day. Good thing I ate papaya after breakfast last Sunday so my tummy activities went to its normal routine after finally deficating.

Oh by the way, the Legazpi City Central Terminal is oh so, beautiful. It isn't fully done yet but it really is beautiful. Applause!