normally, i cant sit still during boat rides...
i'd always think about the possibility of the boat capsizing...
and i'd be quiet in my seat looking at things,
imagining if i'd get crushed on a wall,
or get skewered by a pole,
or something close to such...

but, with her,
laying her head on my shoulder...
i'm at peace...

she waited for me
to get home
when i was outside
drinking...

shet...
nakilig ko...

she's the only person that understands me
and by that, i mean, the only person
who puts up with my shit...

i must have done something right
to have her...
if none,
makes me think of doing something right...

im teaching her how to drive...
she's getting better...

now, i can just look at the way
the lights play on her face
while we go to toril...

i enjoy seeing her in the parlor
when she's making funny faces
while her hair is being washed...

i always said that people only experience missing someone
if they always think about that person

looks like she's always on my mind...

i just want to feel the warmth
between you fingers

HAPPY 8TH MONTHSARY, LOVE!!!

GET WELL SOON!!!

MAHAL NA MAHAL KITA!!!

SOBRA!!!

i miss her scent...

sana sa akin na lang
ang sakit sa ulo mo...

There's a certain kind of happiness when one has found someone he/she can actually spend his/her entire life (and thereafter) with. And this happiness grows with the time both individuals have shared together.

I have always been an advocate to this belief, that love grows within the two said individuals as time passes. However, just today, I realized that there is more to love than just the happiness of the two said individuals.

I was surfing across the net when I stumbled upon the blog of Sonito, a best friend I met when I was in high school. I was shocked with what I read there. He was talking about being happy for me and things like that. I mean, it isn't really the first time that I've been told that someone was happy because I've finally found someone to love, it's just that, I never really realized how certain that happiness is.

Somehow, I feel another kind of happiness inside me. It's much like the happiness that I feel when a work of mine, a poem or a story or whatever, has touched a person.

I'm glad Bea and I have touched the lives of the people around us. I really am.

she thinks she's lucky with me...
i think i'm the lucky one...

she's the only girl i'd choose talking on the phone with
over chatting online...

because of her,
i learned how to enjoy eating those cookies
which aren't chocolate chip ones...

you know, cookies like:
oreo, cream-o [without the coating], and the like...

i dreamt of her going some place via boat...

i remember being so worried in that dream...
why the hell wouldn't i? boats could sink, you know...

i woke up and texted her...

when she says that i should go to sleep, i don't argue...
I learned how to fight mild insomnia because of her...

I think it would be proper if my first post would state the most abstract... So, here goes...

How much do I love Maria Bea?

SO MUCH! MAHAL NA MAHAL KITA, BEA! MAHAL NA MAHAL!!!

oh, by the way, that's Bea on the left side of the banner... YOUR left...

The Story of Us...

My version is seven (yeah, seven) months late...

Why? 'Coz I'm a jerk... So, bear with me...

Yes, it started with a bet, then it grew more than just fun and games...

Now, imagine that... But, it's not your typical movie boy-makes-bet-with-friends-girl-finds-out-dumps-him-boy-makes-up-for-it-and-they-become-"them"-again-the-end type of story...

It was more like: both of us made that bet with a certain group of drunkards/friends...

Well... that's the beginning of "us"...

However, she really didn't believe me when i told her i had a crush on her since we were freshies... hahaha... but, seriously, i did...

Our story is still on-going... though there have been countless "mini-stories" that happened in the past seven months, THE story, as a whole, is far (very far, can you say "never"?) from over...

Here you'll find some stories that will elaborate on how I love Maria Bea...