I couldn’t agree more.

The next thing we knew, she was texting us that she took the MRT, boarding at the CUBAO station, of all the stations. There were other amusing stuff that I’d rather not mention, because I don’t want to paint a bad picture of our dear friend in the readers’ minds. Bottom line is, she wasn’t really used to commuting AT ALL, let alone ride a train, and from a crowded station at that.

It took her another good 20-30 minutes to get to us, and when she finally got hold of us, she had tears in her eyes and she looked harassed and even a little muddied up (this is no exaggeration, seriously). She was still obviously rattled, and she cried out: “The things I do for you guys…”

To any outsider who would hear this story, she would be just some rich little bratinella who needs to know more about life, but I instantly loved her more after that. To some other person it might be some frivolous thing that should be just tossed away but understanding where she was coming from, it was a very grand gesture on her part. (Luv you, M!)

So why did I think of sharing that here? Everytime I remember that story, I think to myself, there’s always that one person (or two, or three ) that makes you hate yourself somewhat because you know you look stupid having them as the center of your universe, or something to that effect, and yet you can’t stop, because you love doing stuff for them. It could be a family member, a very close friend, a corny puppy love — whoever it may be, you’ll find how much you get a kick out of making these little favors — sacrifices, even — just for them.

It’s not always necessarily the right thing to do, sometimes it reaches the point of being a guilty pleasure already, but yeah… there will always be that one person (or two, or three) that gives you a natural high just by knowing that in your own little way, you’ve definitely done something for them.

I want to be your green fiberglass golf umbrella — lightweight, so that carrying me around wouldn’t be a hassle for you; flexible ribs, so that I can withstand not just the rain, but also the rough winds that keep attacking you from time to time; green, because it’s the color of balance, self-respect, and well-being.

Out of all the inanimate objects, I chose to be an umbrella because I want to protect you.

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Mommy, I wil b operated on sat 18Jun at Hammadi on uretec stone. As SOP I want to leave impt nfo to u n kids. I hav savings acct no. xxx-xxx-xxx at xxx xxxxxx Px.xxxM. My ATM no. xxxxxx-xxx-xxxxxxx. PIN xxxx

So this morning, Mommy, Pia, and I all attended Mass in order to pray for him. The priest’s short homily couldn’t have been more perfect. It was about worrying. He said that 90% of the things we worry never happen, and adds that worrying is a form of atheism.

He sounded really soporific so most of his speech slurred, but I was pretty sure he said something about trust. With that, I am putting my trust in Him that my father’s surgery will be successful, and complication-free.

Here goes. Pardon the mush overload.

To my future boyfriend,

I hope your name starts with the letter- hahahaha, I’m kidding.

I am warning you: I am NOT perfect. I am a twenty-eight year old trapped in the body of a teenage fan girl. I have a hearty appetite and could probably wolf down more cups of rice than you can. I have this tendency to splurge my last remaining money on friendship. I’m poor with dates, so I would probably be the last to greet you on your birthday and on our monthsaries and anniversaries. I tend to over-analyze stuff. I can be a major bitch if the situation calls for it. I suck at decision-making too, so expect that I would be badgering for your opinion almost all the time. And even worse, there are a lot of causes I engage in but dismally find myself getting tired of after a while.

In contrast to all of my imperfections though, I can promise you one thing. Once I commit myself into our future relationship, you, my future boyfriend, will surely be my priority. It may sound scary to you, but that’s really the way I do it. You can rant and rave about your day all you want nonstop, and to me, it would be like I’m watching the news for the first time in a day. Should my friends and family disapprove of you/us, it will be you and me against the world. What you hate about me, I will do my best to change those things (although I cannot guarantee that it will be a 180º turn overnight).

It’s not going to be easy, but I will do what I can, to the best of my abilities, to make things work between us. But if you grow tired of me, or if you think being with me is not making you grow more as a person, just say so and I will let you go. It will not be because I was too tired to continue fighting for our love, but because I know that by setting you free, I will be helping you in your pursuit of true happiness. And as the old saying goes, if we are truly fated to be together, our paths will cross again for that second chance.

So now, I sit here in front of the computer trying to vividly imagine what it would be like when we finally meet. When, where, how, why… and I thought it pointless to get all sorts of ideas into my head, because only one word will be enough to answer those four questions: FATE.

It sure is going to be a helluva ride.

I hope I get to meet you real soon. But if we don’t meet until after the next few years, I know that we are being individually honed to be the perfect partner to each other — that way, we will be able to complement each other and be two parts to a whole.

See you when I see you. <3

(Sorry, I’m a hopeless sucker for romance. And a big fan of these two, too — Alex, I love you! Mwah!)

What are the odds that Chuck would be extending his stay here for a month just because for three days, he has been lining up for a chance flight, but to no avail?

I guess, it doesn’t just end there when love finally finds you… serendipity is hot at its heels, ready to strike when love has found its target.

ALEX IKAW NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!

Last weekend, my gay friend Alex* met someone at his favorite bar. It started with a few unconscious mind games, until they shared the first kiss… and then you can prolly say the rest is history. But yeah, to give you a few details (because up to now, kinikilig pa din talaga ako for them ), Chuck*, the guy he met was on vacation here in the Philippines and was about to fly back home sometime in the middle of the following week.

Alex was a health buff; going to the gym was part of his everyday schedule. Chuck was somewhat the same, so we were able to meet him just before he and Alex went off for their first gym date (which was the first workday after the weekend they met). After working out together, somehow, both must’ve talked about their connection and pretty soon, Chuck was already rescheduling his flight (good thing it was an open ticket <3 ) so he could spend another day (or two) with Alex.

We lost touch with Alex for the next couple of days. We finally got hold of him last Friday and discovered that he and Chuck went to Puerto Galera on a spur-of-the-moment decision. Obviously, these two people couldn’t get enough of each other. Their trip to Galera was a lovely story that I couldn’t stop smiling the whole time Alex was telling us the details. Hence, this blog entry was written (with permission from Alex, of course).

Funny how Chuck was here in the country since last December, but only crossed paths with Alex last week. Funny how Alex was a regular of that bar, but since Christmas, was on hiatus up until last week.

Last I’ve heard from Alex, Chuck was finally flying out back home Saturday, so I’ve yet to hear from him really soon. They’ve already exchanged Facebook accounts, but of course, the question of “What happens now, where do we go from here?” still stands. I know for a fact Alex has been traumatized from a past long distance relationship, but I’d like to see him take the plunge on this one. No guts, no glory. If he gets hurt, if it doesn’t work out, at least he wouldn’t spend the rest of his life wondering what it would’ve been [virtually] like with Alex.

I promised Alex I’d show him this entry when I’m done with it, but now I’m not so sure… I mean, I don’t want to scare him off. It’s cheesy, it’s kind of ignorant, but I’d like to think I’m an expert in this field, that I can tell when two people care about each other.

Two guys. One week.

It’s a big world out there, I know, but whoever you are, no matter where you run, whatever you do, no matter how much you resist, love will still end up finding you. Period.

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*not their real names

This is the second time this quarter that they’ve worked their magic just to make sure everyone’s paid on time. If I didn’t have a deduction because of that tax payable issue, I would’ve bought them something from GJ’s. Maybe a muffin or chicken pie, anything just to let them know that our team was truly grateful and appreciative towards their efforts.

So, I have enough to cover for my hotel share on Saturday, and maybe a little extra to go steak-all-you-can with Cha Din, Tito Ham, and Madam at Holy Cow later today.

Thank you, Lord, for sneaking up on us in the best ways possible. <3