I boxed last night to look like this in, well, ten three years. Good luck to me! :))
Love, love — La la la.
I just recently finished reading a blog of a friend. I fell in love with their love story (of him and his wife— then girlfriend and crush), it is really so beautiful. To have a great love story in your life is a blessing not really everyone gets to have.
To actually have a one great love (whether it is the one you have now and forever or the one you have already lost) is a gift.
I wish I blogged about the day I met JV. I wish I was able to capture the time I actually leaped when he first texted and called. I wish I talked about how happy he made me feel whenever he would visit my cubicle (obviously pretending he did not know I was there, and that he just happened to “pass by.”) I wish I talked about the day he brought me some McNuggets and Fries, surprising most of my officemates who never knew we actually knew each other. I wish I wrote about the time he gave me packets of instant oatmeal when he knew I was on a diet, saying he found some rotting at his place (the packets were inside a grocery bag, and the receipt clearly showed he bought it just a few minutes before he gave it) How I regret not being able to tell the world how nice it felt the time he asked me to dance a Rod Stewart song with him (yes, it was slow— but still I wished it will never end) I remember the night he said he was scared to love me, just cause he thinks I cannot love him back.
But here I am, still loving him back, and being cheesy about it.
Thanks _________ . Keep loving my friend. You inspired me today and I’m thankful!
I had lunch downstairs (my office is in Trinoma, so downstairs means “at the mall”) and I decided to do some grocery shopping. I wanted to buy some healthy choices (e.g fruits, wheat bread, oatmeal, etc.) that I could stock up inside my pantry. I plan to lose as much pounds as I can before I strut my stuff in Boracay. ( I can hear you say “What stuff?”) Boo you.
I was passing along the evil lane (a.k.a. Junkfood aisle) when I saw the only one thing I cannot say no to. Red Chippy. My friends know that Chippy for me= HEAVEN. I CANNOT control myself whenever I see it. For some it’s chocolate, caffeine, cigarettes, chicharon… kanya kanyang trip nga diba. Mine is Chippy.
I only eat my Chippy one way. With JV’s special suka (with lots and lots and lots of red sili). I fill 1/4 of my bowl with suka and I pour all the Chippy chips out to it. So, some get drenched with suka and some remain crunchy and dry. And that, to me, is like seeing golden brown lechon. I experience sheer happiness when I eat it, and I super don’t care about how many calories it’ll add to my count. I told JV once, if I would have to strave the whole day just so I can eat one bag, I will, one hundred times over. Ha ha ha, so I guess you get my point now.
They say “If you really love someone (or something), you must learn to let him/her/it go. One day, if it comes back to you, it is really meant to be.” So, I bid my dear Chippy farewell and I write here now in loving memory of it. I will see and taste you again one day, love.
Now if you may excuse me while I eat this boring fruit beside me.
To know when to go away and when to come closer is the key to any lasting relationship.
~Doménico Cieri Estrada
I’m back.
It always feels good to write about something or even nothing. It’s always nice to talk to yourself (and even if you know no one else is reading it) and speak out. I have always loved writing on my blog before I forgot my secret password (downfall of keeping it too much of a secret and making it too complicated.)
If reading was a favorite pastime, writing is a lost love. I believe that it is an accrued skill, you always just have to do it again and again, for you to become better at it. I don’t care if I write well, or if I have sense in what I put. I was never a girl full of it anyway, ha ha.
Anyway, I have to go and do some work. My boyfriend/boss is already giving me the looks.
