Saturday, April 19, 2008

Waiting for that time to come…

Just today, I celebrated with my girlfriend the 11 months that we had been officially together. Next month, on my birthday, we’ll be having our anniversary. And I thank the Lord for this day (as I always do every day), and much more, I thank the Lord for the strength and continuing guidance He provided us to still be together and in love with each other.


I fetched her in her house at around 9 in the morning and left a little before 10. We went to SM Southmall and roamed around for a little less than 2 hours. We ate our simple lunch together at the foodcourt and went to the cinema. We decided to have some laughs to digest our lunch, so we watched “Superhero Movie”; and as expected, after the movie, we felt hungry again (haha…) I bought her something to drink on the way home, and arrived back to her house at around 4 in the afternoon.

A simple and happy day it was for the both of us, but it was not like that every day…

This past week, for example. We had a lot of misunderstandings, small quarrels and even empty senseless arguments with each other; most of the time was caused by me. From a single complaint such as her not texting me whenever she can, to an argument caused by her not telling me to who she is communicating to; and some others.

Yes, of all those times, we argued and argued to the point that either or both of us would end up crying. And also, for all those times, I ask myself, “What’s happening to me? What’s wrong with me? Am I still afraid of the past?”

But, for all those times that I doubt myself, my worthiness to her and to the joy of the relationship that we’re sharing, she always lets me know that, “Everything’s going to be fine, I’m always here for you. I love you so much”.

There were times that I tell myself, though not in a boastful manner, that she’s lucky to have me. Now, I see myself as wrong. I realized and had completely understood that I’m lucky that I have her. Moreover, I am blessed that I am with her, and she is with me. I love my girlfriend so much.

I just wish that when we’re ready, we can really be together…forever.

Collection of Experiences

It had been quite a while since I last visited and jotted some thoughts to this blog. I had been busy these past few days, for a month or so. Ever since I arrived back home from Canlubang last March 15, I had been given the duty as “temporary” househelper of the house; considering that our helper went home to Bicol for her vacation. She deserves her break, I understand. And as for my part, I need to contribute to the welfare of the house and the family in any way I can, right? (Considering that I’m a member of it)

Some of the scattered experiences I had during that time until the present (some of those that I can remember) are as follows (in enumeration):

  • Had my mother’s birthday the next day after I arrived, and I pushed myself not to sleep though tired to make a simple birthday gift to her (a birthday card)
  • Been in charge of the whole house, and experiences only short day-offs during the Sunday afternoons from 5 in the afternoon until around 9 in the evening to be with my girlfriend for mass and dinner at her place (I felt like Cinderella with a short time then J)
  • Cleaning the whole place, inside and outside the house, in a scheduled basis rotating twice for the whole week.
  • Be in charge of two of my brothers (one older, the other younger than me), who are considered as the most disorganized when the house is the topic. Whenever they leave a certain area, I have to be sure that it is placed back in order or else…haha
  • Cooking simple dishes for lunch and dinner, especially when my parents tell me to. They would call me up in the afternoon to give me instructions on what to cook and how to cook it.
  • Was able to visit our old house in Muntinlupa and gave the old grotto there a “new look” (I repainted the whole of it, using a set of small brushes for detail)
  • Went home to Laguna to be in our family’s traditional Holy Week observance there. Unfortunately, only my dad and I went there.
  • Was able to survive the mountain of clothes to be washed when our labandera didn’t arrive when she had to. I washed the family’s 7 days worth of clothes and others with the help of the good old washing machine and my hands. My hands still hurt until now (jokes!)

There’s still a lot more, and I’ll post them next time. No one can tell me that I was a slacker during vacation, right? J