Thanks BEB! :)

Yay to Marco! He helped me buy this bike that is so awesome it folds! LOL

I do hope I get to use it to commute to work. Taking the metro is getting so expensive since I moved here in DC. It's about $3.05 one way. I know it does not sound like it's a lot but it adds up! If I do use the bike (which I have to!), roundtrip from home to work will be about 20 miles (32.18 km). I hope I make it. Tomorrow, marco is being brave enough to ride my route with me so I'll know what to do on Tuesday when I go back to work.

I am so glad it's the long weekend. We have been so busy with moving that we have not taken any breaks. The apartment looks better now and all I need to do is sort out my crap.

im back!

I'm sure people who read my blog before have long moved on to reading someone else' because I have been out of the loop for a year! I cannot believe this. I've been so busy at work and with everything going on in my life, I just don't have the time to do anything!

On Feb 2009, I was moved to the Preschool room to be one of the lead teachers. Preschool has been kicking my butt. I am exhausted every night and I hardly have time to think! I have been very cranky to Marco and to my co-teachers and it's because I am always so tired!

But you know what, Preschool is fun! The kids are the best and even if they keep calling my name for EVERY THING that they need and I mean EVERY THING, I love them to bits.

It's been a year and a half of doing this and I am still sane, so I guess I am doing ok.

This year is going to be a big year for me.

I'm moving and it's going to be awesome..

maybe not

I do not know if we are good together. I mean, it should all be working out, right? but most times, when we are apart, it's difficult. im tired and i know it's my fault too, but it's tiring.

My late Valentines Day post

He gave me my first ever bonggang valentines day. (Thanks beb!) It was awesome. I've been so lazy at updating my blog but this is something that I'll have to write about. The friday before Vday, I was telling him how I felt about him not buying me flowers, ever! He was just quiet and nodded and I stopped bugging him about it. When we woke up the next day, we decided to cook a special lunch of steak and potatoes (i know, heavy, right? but still good!). While we were in the kitchen, someone knocked on the door and I was wondering who could it be (we don't get a lot of visitors, you see). When I opened the door, there was a huuuge box waiting for me by the door. I knew instantly that he will have a smug look on his face as soon as I turned around to see him. The box had a dozen and a half roses and he had my heart. I teared up. I almost cried and all I could say was, "stupid, why did you do this?". It was overwhelming and he was so happy to see that I was surprised. He rarely gets the chance to surprise me and when he does, he goes all out. :)

So that afternoon, we headed over to his place in DC. We dressed up and got ready for our big dinner at Oya, in Penn Quarter. When we got there, I tried to stop myself from gushing. The lights were turned down low, the walls were see-through and had fireplaces in between them so there was a romantic glow to the whole restaurant. Once seated, we looked at the menu and did not know that they had a fixed menu for the night. Ooops. I looked at the list of the food served that night and then I got to the price. Dang, It was $95 per person and it doesn't include tax and tip. I asked him if he was sure about it and I was ready to get the heck out of there. He said for me not to worry and to just enjoy the night.

I love him. :)

He ordered a glass of wine for me and took charge of everything. I like it when he does that :D So the food came course after course. We both had the mostly the same things except for the entree. We had raw tuna for starters, then duck confit crepes, sorbet to cleanse the palate (naks) and red velvet cake for dessert. His entree was the lobster and mine was the (what else!) steak.

It was so romantic. We talked about us and about the past year and how it was to be with each other and how annoying we were at times to each other. I had a lot of fun.

We walked from Penn Quarter to Scott Circle and enjoyed the pretty warm weather considering it was still winter that time.

happy birthday daddy :)

Today (in the Philippines) is my Dad's birthday. It would've been his 51st. I miss my Dad. I feel like I did not make enough memories with him to last me through my lifetime. I regret not doing a lot of things with my Dad while I was still back home. The truth is that I am very disappointed that I do not remember a lot about my Dad. I don't know why but I can not seem to remember events unless someone tells me about them. That's why when my sister came to visit me here, all I wanted her to do was tell stories of my Dad to me. I wanted her to tell me all about his last days, all about while I was gone and all about him and his everyday things. I remember all the good stuff about him. I remember him taking me to school every day of my pre-school, elementary and high school life. I remember he taught me how to be tough, and I learned how to be "barumbado" because I knew that he would back me up whenever. He accepted every part of me and he taught me how to fend for myself. I loved him in silence. I never told him how much I loved him until I was far away from him. And then I appreciated everything he did for me and our family.

When he died, I did not even expect it. I was blown out of my mind. I felt lost and depressed and sick to my gut. All I could think about was I did not even tell him that I love him so much. It was too late. As much as my family assured me that my Dad knew, I did not. My whole life that is my only regret. Not saying to my Dad how much I love him. And now, I cant say it enough.

I love you Daddy. I will love you till the end of time.

ows?

i am the one daw?

and now they're back in..

just when i thought that it's going great, i feel THIS way. Like im out of the loop, like im not really part of the picture. in our lives, there are people who are important to us and i wish that i am important to some people too, that im worth the drive or that being with me is worth it all.

important things first, i always say to you. i know that, and every time i tell you that, all i wanted was for you to tell me that i am important to you, that i am one of those important things to you. but you never do. i do not truly understand what you feel or how you see things so this is why im giving up.

important important important important.

one day, i'll be important too.