12:09am

Here I am sprawled on my bed with my laptop in front of me, watching HIMYM S01. Warning: Spoiler Coming Up. Ok then, know tha part where Ted and Robin gets together? With the rain dance and all? Ahhhh, I couldn’t help but smile with half tear stained eyes. Then this vet’s line gets me, “No, sweetie, nobody does that.” It suddenly struck me of how romance is almost moot these days. I mean, I don’t normally want for a guy to be p by 4am talking to me, I’d probably be sleeping and maybe he would be too, or big grand gestures. All I want is a guy who’ll be there for me, and would rather lose his pride than lose me. All I want is a guy who’d run with me under the rain than hold up an umbrella for me. Sorry, hopelessly romantic genes at work again..

i.

The first time I fell in love, was with a boy who had a shy smile and spiky messed up hair. He was about 8 years old and I was 6. Of course, I defined love back then in the “butteflies in your stomach” and the “giddy love sick eyes” I got whenever he was around. He was fond of basketball and I was fond of watching him. One day he accidentally threw the ball towards me and that’s when we started playing together. He was fun to be with, and very lively. I have never met anyone I always wanted to be with.

ii. 

The second time I fell in love, was with a boy who I frequently saw at a local coffee shop. He had glasses and was always so engrossed in whatever he was reading. “White caramel macchiato”, he’d always order. One cold February day, as I was devouring my Chocolate Chip Frappe and half weeping over Jane Austen’s “Pride and Prejudice”, he walked up to me and asked if he could borrow my creamer. He mentioned how he loved Jane Austen and I should try Megan Rinehart. We started sitting together that day, endlessly talking about books, authors, and the lives of people we saw who passed by the foggy window. You stared at me with your deep brown eyes and every time you’d laugh, I saw the crinkles beside your eyes. I have never met anyone so passionate.

iii. 

The third time I fell in love, was with a boy who was a  heartthrob of our university. He wasn’t the best player, but he was second best, and he had white skin, chinky eyes and anime messed up hair. Basketball was his forte and first love, rolled into one. I was a Red Cross member then, and at one championship game, an opposing player bumped into you and you were sent to the first aid area, where I was stationed. You made sure not cringe when alcohol touched your skin, and I was proud of you for that. You smiled at me and I bid you good luck. You thanked me and got up, playing and winning for our beloved school. We started seeing each other after that day. I’d head to the gym after class hours or you’d head to the library where you always found me curled at the end of the Social Sciences section. The cozy beanies at the Reader’s Cafe became our special place. You proved me wrong of my “jocks-are-stuck ups” theory. I have never met anyone so dear to me.

iv.

The fourth time I fell in love, was with a man who wore a suit and tie. He lived on the same floor of my condo, and we always seemed to ride the elevator the same time, on the way to work. One morning, he asked me the time and I answered. We started going together that day. You’d pick me up from work. As he knew, my journalist job required flexible hours and he understood. He’d wait for me on the lobby of my office, and we’d take a stroll along Roxas Blvd, drinking in the sea salt air and liquor from nearby bars. Sometimes, we’d stay in Starbucks until 4am talking about our plans for the future. Where we want to live, how many kids we wanted to have, if we’ll get a cat or a dog. I loved how you’d slip your arm around my waist, and the way you’d kiss my forehead good night. I have never met anyone so wonderful.

v.

The last time I fell in love, was with the man on his knees,  holding up a blue Harry Winston engagement ring. He was the man I always wanted to be with. He was passionate. He was dear to me. And he was wonderful. He was the man I am in love with, the only man I’ve ever been in love with. He’s my best friend, the geek guy, the college jock, the gentleman. He’s always been the one, all these years. I never dares ask God why He gave me someone as wonderful as him, in fear of losing him. Tomorrow as I stand before you, wearing a beautiful white gown, I’ll be saying these words, staring at you with lovesick tear stained eyes. For I do, I love you. You are the man I want to spend the rest of my life with. I have never met anyone I loved, as much as I love you.

I’ve never been fond of boys with bands. I know, I know, my ex had his band. But still. Being in a band was never in my “qualifications”, or “likes” if you may. Although I am absolutely attracted to boys who are actually good at singing or at playing the guitar. Lol ok spell r-a-n-d-o-m xx

Good morning! UST and Antipolo bound today with my brother. I’ll have a temporary transcript made, then we’ll be taking home our new baby (a japanese spitz) from Antipolo.My brother’s never been to UST and I’ve never been to Antipolo so this’ll be quite an adventure.Have a nice day, loves!

Jgh from UST and Antipolo! Ahhh, say hello to my new baby, Cookie! Yes, our pets are named Popcorn, Brownie, Muffin & Cookie. Tomorrow my lolo’s gonna get Cupcake, too! 

Cookie’s the daughter of my brother’s girlfriend. She’s only 3 weeks old and still has a lot of vaccines and injections to take.

Oh you cute little pup, you are going to be fed, played with and loved so much! Ahhh, you’re sucha tabatuta! You don’t know how happy I am to have you <33

Ughhh can’t contain my kilig!! Dreams do come true. Another step closer to being the journalist/reporter that I’ve always dreamed of becoming :”“”>