before Jen created her wedding playlist

The past 2 weeks are brutal; it's been raining everyday and it feels like i have Death on the passenger seat each night I drive home along the wet and slippery expressways. 

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Got inadvertently outed over steak and ribs. To total strangers. For the first time I didn't blush. For the first time I didn't struggle for words. It felt good. I should do it more often.

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Slowly getting used to the idea of the move. Will never get used to the stress of any moves. Occassional evening dates, pabaon lunches and late night snuggles helped. Weekends are beggining to be extra special, and every time has become quality time.

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Had to show my fangs lately. Soon they'll know I bite, too.

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WDF

Few things jolt me from my indifference to the state of consumer affairs in this country.

This is one of them.

rising up to the challenge ...what challenge?

I've officially become the sounding board of wish lists and grand plans, and everytime I hear dreams I think "how are we going to do all these?". I reluctantly would agree that everything is possible, that with the right allocation of resources we can make things happen.

Still, the glaring yet unmentionable fact is that I will have to drive most of this. It's like God himself, when he made heaven and earth, was commanding someone, right? Like when he said "Let there be light" there's someone out there waiting to scratch a match.

Feels like I am that one holding the match. Now I need a sounding board of my own.

lost kid i marry

And i've been falling in love with you more each passing day.

Today of all days a simple yet grand gesture, Iimagine you braving the commuting jungle that is Metro Manila, asking kind old ladies and brusko bus conductors for directions. I can imagine you waiting for me as the coffee shop is about to close, wondering where to go next, walking in the rain to the nearest 24-hour fastfood you swore not to eat in. 

Of course, I'll ask that you imagine me inside Halle, cringing each time a huge bus would pass by and fearing that the final tidal wave of muddy flood water would reach high enough to stall her. I'll ask you to wait a bit longer, praying to all the gods to suck out the flood and stop the rain. 

In the middle of all this, I remember why I proposed the first time. And I remember why there's no deadline at all. 

Because when all my prayers have been answered and I've found the best treasure I could have in the whole world, it would be petty to measure time in terms of how long we've waited or how much we're wasted looking for it.

You simply were worth it.

bahay-bahayan

Went out househunting with Enzo today. I wanted a small house, with a small lawn wide enough for a cat and a dog to run around. We found several candidates, mostly painted pink, and we ended up rejecting them for the paint.

Until we found one nice corner townhouse along Lovely Street. Broody would approve. It's a bit larger than what I need but heck, I could convert one bedroom into a closet, right?

The jury's still out, though. Need one last viewing with Broody and the boys perhaps. Still, my mind's already busy thinking about transforming the place into a home. 

Hmmm. Beats moving to Los Angeles, that one I am sure of. 

genio award for being last

One Friday night with the boys, it was a pleasant surprise to find out that M crossed the finished line ahead of me. Way ahead, like one year and a half ahead. 

And that led me to realize that I came in LAST. Never before had I felt so good about being last. I just wished I've known earlier. 

Pat on the back. Give out the genio award. This one gives new meaning to the phrase "saving the best for last."