It's Harry Potter's birthday yesterday and my officemate's birthday too (whom we'll just call Harry too) - which was actually the theme around which the activities revolved yesterday.
He treated us out to pasta and pizza at TOSH and we gifted him with a shirt and a musical card (which was stressful to prepare, by the way). Food kept coming during the afternoon with one staff treating the department to pancit and pichi-pichi for her despedida, and Harry also treating the department to birthday pancit.
After office, we invited Harry to have a look at the swimming pool at the Podium deck, ostensibly to ask if we would be allowed to use it, but actually his team and his wife was waiting there at the poolside to surprise him with a party. And it was really fun. There was even a magician who entertained us for the better part of an hour, but I left after the show, before the real party (beer and heckling) started.
I shopped for a while before heading home. I decided to get my sister-in-law a gift already for the baby shower we'll be holding for her in a couple of weeks. I just got her some blue baby bottles (we already know that a boy is brewing in there) and a book.
I got home in time for my meds and again had a quiet evening to myself, watching Ice Princess (I do love watching figure skating) on StarMovies and nibbling on a chocolate bar. Tuesdays are supposed to be his nights with me, but my boyfriend opted not to come as he would be working late again. He did call to say goodnight, but hugging a pillow to sleep is definitely not the same.
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Monday, July 30, 2007
Survivor
When I said "time out", I meant it. I was really out for a week and was not able to blog till now.
Apparently, I caught the flu virus hanging around the heads of my staff for the past two weeks, and it came down on me with a vengeance. I wondered if my staff secretly hates me. I couldn't get up. I couldn't open my mouth without throwing up. I attempted to talk to an officemate on the phone to resolve an issue and ended up throwing up on the phone. She hung up in a hurry. In the end, my dad had to pick me up and bring me home so someone could look after me.
And yeah, my Florence Nightingale mother, gave me spongebaths, made sure I took all the icky medicine I was supposed to take, poked my armpits with thermometers, and generally mothered me to death for the five days that I was at home. I enjoyed it.
I was able to go to the office yesterday, but it was a quiet day for me as I tried to catch up with a week's worth of work. I opted not to join my girlfriends for dinner just to get everything finished, and I didn't fancy the thought of coughing all over their dinner and coffee. Good girl that I am, I was able to gloat silently to myself (I got a letter confirming that I got a pay raise effective last month), finish all my pending emails, introduce my new staff to the people she'll be working with (who are all based in Mindanao), and was home in time for my medicine.
Since I already ate pasta at the office, I just munched on some chips while watching the Fab Five and texting my friends. My girlfriend had a fun dinner but was worried that her boyfriend disapproved of the late hours. My best guy friend, on the other hand, is contemplating taking home the GRO he met at a bar last night - yes, he's drunk. Prior to that, I was worried that he still has a long way to drive and he was already drunk. I told him that he could stay at my place, which was at least half the journey, even if I was sick. I told him that he's probably sterilized from all types of germs with the amount of alcohol he consumed that night that he wouldn't be affected by my germs. But when he wondered whether he should take the girl home, I gave up on him as a lost cause and bid him a merry good night.
I spent a quiet night, just reading myself to sleep. Except for the few minutes when my boyfriend's call woke me up. It seems that he did not have the keys to his apartment's new gate, and could he spend the night at my place? Of course, I muttered groggily, getting up to dress again as the lobby guards wouldn't let anyone in at 1am. But before I was fully awake, he called back and said his landlord opened the gate for him, and that i should go back to sleep. I stripped back down to my nightclothes and did just that.
Apparently, I caught the flu virus hanging around the heads of my staff for the past two weeks, and it came down on me with a vengeance. I wondered if my staff secretly hates me. I couldn't get up. I couldn't open my mouth without throwing up. I attempted to talk to an officemate on the phone to resolve an issue and ended up throwing up on the phone. She hung up in a hurry. In the end, my dad had to pick me up and bring me home so someone could look after me.
And yeah, my Florence Nightingale mother, gave me spongebaths, made sure I took all the icky medicine I was supposed to take, poked my armpits with thermometers, and generally mothered me to death for the five days that I was at home. I enjoyed it.
I was able to go to the office yesterday, but it was a quiet day for me as I tried to catch up with a week's worth of work. I opted not to join my girlfriends for dinner just to get everything finished, and I didn't fancy the thought of coughing all over their dinner and coffee. Good girl that I am, I was able to gloat silently to myself (I got a letter confirming that I got a pay raise effective last month), finish all my pending emails, introduce my new staff to the people she'll be working with (who are all based in Mindanao), and was home in time for my medicine.
Since I already ate pasta at the office, I just munched on some chips while watching the Fab Five and texting my friends. My girlfriend had a fun dinner but was worried that her boyfriend disapproved of the late hours. My best guy friend, on the other hand, is contemplating taking home the GRO he met at a bar last night - yes, he's drunk. Prior to that, I was worried that he still has a long way to drive and he was already drunk. I told him that he could stay at my place, which was at least half the journey, even if I was sick. I told him that he's probably sterilized from all types of germs with the amount of alcohol he consumed that night that he wouldn't be affected by my germs. But when he wondered whether he should take the girl home, I gave up on him as a lost cause and bid him a merry good night.
I spent a quiet night, just reading myself to sleep. Except for the few minutes when my boyfriend's call woke me up. It seems that he did not have the keys to his apartment's new gate, and could he spend the night at my place? Of course, I muttered groggily, getting up to dress again as the lobby guards wouldn't let anyone in at 1am. But before I was fully awake, he called back and said his landlord opened the gate for him, and that i should go back to sleep. I stripped back down to my nightclothes and did just that.
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Time Out!
I took the day off yesterday.
I was literally bleeding from stress - from both in my career and love life - so I did the best thing I could do to avoid burnout: go back to the old homestead for some real cooking and some parental pampering.
And it helped. I slept most of the day - waking up only for lunch and dinner and some quality time with my niece (reading Harry Potter, watching White Chicks on vcd, cuddling her kitten, and watching America's Next Top Model on cable).
As long as I have this to come home to, I can handle anything. Bring it on! =)
I was literally bleeding from stress - from both in my career and love life - so I did the best thing I could do to avoid burnout: go back to the old homestead for some real cooking and some parental pampering.
And it helped. I slept most of the day - waking up only for lunch and dinner and some quality time with my niece (reading Harry Potter, watching White Chicks on vcd, cuddling her kitten, and watching America's Next Top Model on cable).
As long as I have this to come home to, I can handle anything. Bring it on! =)
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
The Great Depression
I should've listened to my angel's prodding and heard Mass first thing in the morning. But no, I opted to burrow in my pillows for another hour. Hence, I was not prepared (emotionally, physically, psychologically, everything-ally) for what happened yesterday.
The first clue was total silence. There's no good morning text from my boyfriend. No cheesy greetings to make me smile as I dressed up for the office. No nothing.
Then, when I arrived at the office, I received various text messages of last minute reminders before our administrative meeting that morning. When we all sat down to commence the hearing, I was surprised that the management lawyer was somewhat softspoken and supportive of the person we were supposed to be grilling. During the previous discussions, I had the impression that there's no mercy to be shown, and yet the meeting lasted for six hours with no final decision.
I experienced cramps then, and I found that I was spotting when I took a bathroom break. I was stressed and anxious about my staff, wanting him gone from my unit to avoid further risks, but I was also feeling sorry for him as he has children to support.
But I comforted myself that I would be able to talk to my boyfriend later that night. As I mentioned before, we were good at talking shop. So I bought pizza for dinner and headed for home.
At 8pm, I wondered if he had to work overtime. I texted him but he didn't reply. By this time, I was also texting my girlfriend about my fears. I mean, he hasn't contacted me since his wife's birthday, he may have been thinking about ending our relationship, etc. -- these are thoughts that plague a mistress' mind. I know my happiness is just borrowed, I do not have any rights, it could end any time...
By 9pm, I was worried that he might have come to some harm. I texted him, but there was still no reply. Earlier at the meeting, there were talks of hold-ups and I was worried sick that someone might have been tempted by his cellphones or something.
At 10pm, I could not stand the suspense any longer and called him. This is something I never ever do unless I knew for a fact that he was home and alone. Just one of those basic mistress rules. But I was so worried I had to break the rule.
He answered, and from the background noise, I knew he was home. "Are you okay? Are you sick?" I demanded. He replied that he was fine. I asked why he did not return my texts. He answered, "What do you think?"
OMG. I was literally bleeding with anxiety and my boyfriend was playing mind games with me. I realized then that he was jealous over something but I did not have the patience to humor him that night. "Do you realize that I was worried sick about you, that you could have been hurt or something?" I hissed into the phone, sobbing with anger and relief. "Yes, I did think of that," he said. "And you let me suffer?"
I was so angry even my asthma did not dare attack me that night. I told him he was childish and cruel and had no respect for me, that I did not deserve to be treated like that. I knew where I stand, damn it, but don't poke my being disposable to my face.
I didn't let him sleep either. I texted him all my hurts, all the anxieties and depression I felt over everything that day, at wee hours of the morning. When he tried to soften me up, I told him that I was not wishing him good night, that I hoped his conscience would keep him awake and that I'd find a witch somewhere to give him nightmares. I was that angry.
My girlfriend asked me what I would do, but I was too mad to think. It would be best if we kept our distance first, while I cooled down. It would be healthier and safer for him.
The first clue was total silence. There's no good morning text from my boyfriend. No cheesy greetings to make me smile as I dressed up for the office. No nothing.
Then, when I arrived at the office, I received various text messages of last minute reminders before our administrative meeting that morning. When we all sat down to commence the hearing, I was surprised that the management lawyer was somewhat softspoken and supportive of the person we were supposed to be grilling. During the previous discussions, I had the impression that there's no mercy to be shown, and yet the meeting lasted for six hours with no final decision.
I experienced cramps then, and I found that I was spotting when I took a bathroom break. I was stressed and anxious about my staff, wanting him gone from my unit to avoid further risks, but I was also feeling sorry for him as he has children to support.
But I comforted myself that I would be able to talk to my boyfriend later that night. As I mentioned before, we were good at talking shop. So I bought pizza for dinner and headed for home.
At 8pm, I wondered if he had to work overtime. I texted him but he didn't reply. By this time, I was also texting my girlfriend about my fears. I mean, he hasn't contacted me since his wife's birthday, he may have been thinking about ending our relationship, etc. -- these are thoughts that plague a mistress' mind. I know my happiness is just borrowed, I do not have any rights, it could end any time...
By 9pm, I was worried that he might have come to some harm. I texted him, but there was still no reply. Earlier at the meeting, there were talks of hold-ups and I was worried sick that someone might have been tempted by his cellphones or something.
At 10pm, I could not stand the suspense any longer and called him. This is something I never ever do unless I knew for a fact that he was home and alone. Just one of those basic mistress rules. But I was so worried I had to break the rule.
He answered, and from the background noise, I knew he was home. "Are you okay? Are you sick?" I demanded. He replied that he was fine. I asked why he did not return my texts. He answered, "What do you think?"
OMG. I was literally bleeding with anxiety and my boyfriend was playing mind games with me. I realized then that he was jealous over something but I did not have the patience to humor him that night. "Do you realize that I was worried sick about you, that you could have been hurt or something?" I hissed into the phone, sobbing with anger and relief. "Yes, I did think of that," he said. "And you let me suffer?"
I was so angry even my asthma did not dare attack me that night. I told him he was childish and cruel and had no respect for me, that I did not deserve to be treated like that. I knew where I stand, damn it, but don't poke my being disposable to my face.
I didn't let him sleep either. I texted him all my hurts, all the anxieties and depression I felt over everything that day, at wee hours of the morning. When he tried to soften me up, I told him that I was not wishing him good night, that I hoped his conscience would keep him awake and that I'd find a witch somewhere to give him nightmares. I was that angry.
My girlfriend asked me what I would do, but I was too mad to think. It would be best if we kept our distance first, while I cooled down. It would be healthier and safer for him.
Monday, July 16, 2007
Monday: the magic ends
Aside from the usual Garfield reaction to Mondays, this was a particularly depressing day for me: it was his wife's birthday.
On "family" days, I make sure I'm a good mistress - I lie low, I don't have any contact with him unless he contacts me, and I make sure my messages are short and unsweet. I know where I stand. In short, it was a very lonely day for me.
I thought I'd call my girlfriend and ask if she's free after work, but it turned out that she was on leave and stayed at home in Bulacan. My dinner date with my highschool friends did not push through either, since our preggy friend had sore eyes and we decided she needed the rest more than the juicy gossip session we planned.
I called my best guy friend in the hopes that he was somewhere in Manila, but it turns out that he was on the road to goodness-knows-where. He called me up, probably sensing my blue mood, and asked what the matter was. I told him why, and in the simplest sentence, he warmed my lonely heart: "I understand."
That's true friendship: no judgment, no fancy preaching. It was just understanding when the other needed comfort. I was glad I had him. I sometimes wonder what might have been - if it had been him and me, and our parents were indeed rooting for the match, but I don't know. I will always love my friend, and we're as close and as open and as affectionate as could be, but not in a romantic sense. I'm sure he feels the same way about me. I could not imagine a different kind of relationship from what we have, and actually, it was what we both need from each other.
I can't wait for the day to end. I know this is just one of the many consequences of my decision to love a married man. It's hell. But when I think about the heaven I feel in his arms, I have no regrets. In the meantime, I just sigh.
On "family" days, I make sure I'm a good mistress - I lie low, I don't have any contact with him unless he contacts me, and I make sure my messages are short and unsweet. I know where I stand. In short, it was a very lonely day for me.
I thought I'd call my girlfriend and ask if she's free after work, but it turned out that she was on leave and stayed at home in Bulacan. My dinner date with my highschool friends did not push through either, since our preggy friend had sore eyes and we decided she needed the rest more than the juicy gossip session we planned.
I called my best guy friend in the hopes that he was somewhere in Manila, but it turns out that he was on the road to goodness-knows-where. He called me up, probably sensing my blue mood, and asked what the matter was. I told him why, and in the simplest sentence, he warmed my lonely heart: "I understand."
That's true friendship: no judgment, no fancy preaching. It was just understanding when the other needed comfort. I was glad I had him. I sometimes wonder what might have been - if it had been him and me, and our parents were indeed rooting for the match, but I don't know. I will always love my friend, and we're as close and as open and as affectionate as could be, but not in a romantic sense. I'm sure he feels the same way about me. I could not imagine a different kind of relationship from what we have, and actually, it was what we both need from each other.
I can't wait for the day to end. I know this is just one of the many consequences of my decision to love a married man. It's hell. But when I think about the heaven I feel in his arms, I have no regrets. In the meantime, I just sigh.
A Magical Weekend (the wholesome version)
When I got home on Saturday night, my parents and my sister were out and only my niece and my uncle were home, waiting up dinner for me. We had a quiet evening, just watching TV after dinner and waiting for the others to arrive home... except for the fact that we had to stay by the window because our dog threatened to climb the gate if we weren't nearby to comfort him in case someone was stupid enough to light a firecracker.
I woke up late on Sunday and since I was not able to join my family for the 6am Mass, I hurriedly dressed up so I could attend the 9am Mass. I brought along the book my new spiritual directress loaned me, the one on how to love the Mass. I pored over it while composing myself and waiting for the celebration to start.
The author was a priest of the work and the way he discussed the Mass was very apt for a lay person. He discussed what it really was, how we could make the most of it, and how we really need it. He ended the short book by a quote from JRR Tolkien, unarguably my favorite author of all time and also a Catholic I greatly admire: "Out of the darkness of my life, so much frustrated, I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament... There you will find romance, glory, honour, fidelity, and the true way of all your loves upon earth, and more than that : Death: by the divine paradox, that which ends life, and demands the surrender of all, and yet by the taste (or foretaste) of which alone can what you seek in your earthly relationships (love, faithfulness, joy) be maintained, or take on that complexion of reality, of eternal endurance, which every man's heart desires."
After thinking about it, one really could not be bored and distracted by anything during the Mass -- you really couldn't help but be involved. Normally I prefer it if there's no choir, but I found myself actually meaning the words I'm mouthing and getting all emotional. It was one Mass I got really into, and I'm looking forward to more.
When I got home, my niece wanted me to watch the making of 300 and I agreed since 300 is one of my favorite movies. All that manly booty, you know. And realizing that everything was a special effect EXCEPT for the booty made me love the movie all the more.
After lunch, my parents went to Baclaran to meet up with someone applying to be our househelper. So there was someone ironing in the laundryroom when I woke up from my afternoon nap. Thank goodness, I really could not afford to have my laundry taken to laundromat, but neither did I relish the thought of having nothing to wear.
That cheered me up quite a bit so I asked my two nieces to accompany me on an errand (to withdraw money to pay for my credit card bills). It was also bonding time for us, so I treated them to pasta and we chatted over cokes and ice cream - keeping each other up to date on crushes and school activities and stuff. These nieces of mine are also my good friends and I try to treat them like a big sister (not much like an aunt, because that seems so stuffy) and give them advice and encouragement.
We spent the evening watching Harry Potter on DVD and hating David Yates for the alterations done on the story. But all in all, it was a very satisfying quality time with my family.
I woke up late on Sunday and since I was not able to join my family for the 6am Mass, I hurriedly dressed up so I could attend the 9am Mass. I brought along the book my new spiritual directress loaned me, the one on how to love the Mass. I pored over it while composing myself and waiting for the celebration to start.
The author was a priest of the work and the way he discussed the Mass was very apt for a lay person. He discussed what it really was, how we could make the most of it, and how we really need it. He ended the short book by a quote from JRR Tolkien, unarguably my favorite author of all time and also a Catholic I greatly admire: "Out of the darkness of my life, so much frustrated, I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament... There you will find romance, glory, honour, fidelity, and the true way of all your loves upon earth, and more than that : Death: by the divine paradox, that which ends life, and demands the surrender of all, and yet by the taste (or foretaste) of which alone can what you seek in your earthly relationships (love, faithfulness, joy) be maintained, or take on that complexion of reality, of eternal endurance, which every man's heart desires."
After thinking about it, one really could not be bored and distracted by anything during the Mass -- you really couldn't help but be involved. Normally I prefer it if there's no choir, but I found myself actually meaning the words I'm mouthing and getting all emotional. It was one Mass I got really into, and I'm looking forward to more.
When I got home, my niece wanted me to watch the making of 300 and I agreed since 300 is one of my favorite movies. All that manly booty, you know. And realizing that everything was a special effect EXCEPT for the booty made me love the movie all the more.
After lunch, my parents went to Baclaran to meet up with someone applying to be our househelper. So there was someone ironing in the laundryroom when I woke up from my afternoon nap. Thank goodness, I really could not afford to have my laundry taken to laundromat, but neither did I relish the thought of having nothing to wear.
That cheered me up quite a bit so I asked my two nieces to accompany me on an errand (to withdraw money to pay for my credit card bills). It was also bonding time for us, so I treated them to pasta and we chatted over cokes and ice cream - keeping each other up to date on crushes and school activities and stuff. These nieces of mine are also my good friends and I try to treat them like a big sister (not much like an aunt, because that seems so stuffy) and give them advice and encouragement.
We spent the evening watching Harry Potter on DVD and hating David Yates for the alterations done on the story. But all in all, it was a very satisfying quality time with my family.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
A Magical Weekend
I was supposed to go out with a girlfriend last Friday, but our plans changed when her boyfriend asked to meet up with her. Being the understanding friend that I am (after all, I do it to her too when my boyfriend suddenly wreaks havoc on my schedule), we decided to postpone it so she and her beau could have spend some quality time together. Well... They did spend some time together, watching soap operas on tv in the motel room (and she went home still a virgin), but that's her story to tell - and maybe she would too if she had a blog.
Anyway, I decided to just go grocery shopping and buy dinner for when my boyfriend comes over later. He had a basketball game that night so he'd be coming in late, and I just spent the time tidying up the studio, pampering myself with the home spa kit he gifted me with, and playing Chains and Inspector Parker on my laptop. I was so engrossed in solving murder cases that I was badly startled when he knocked on my door. As was our routine, he plopped down on the bed and looked for something to watch on tv, while I heated up the pizza. We talked about each other's day at work while he idly flipped channels (there was nothing good on tv, and we settled on Nat Geo to enhance our brains). That was one of things I love in our relationship - the fact that we really could talk shop. We were in different departments, so it's not rehashing what we already knew during the day but we also learn about how the other department is doing, and yet we also know the people we talk about, so when we mention names and how this person reacted or what this person did, we can still relate and follow the story. I realized that I had an answer when my mentor asked whether I had a sponge. I do and he was it.
We ate pizza and he asked for some hot chocolate to go with his dinner. He commented that he's becoming a senorito whenever he's at my studio, but I replied that I enjoyed spoiling him anyway. I guess he brings out that nurturing woman in me. Although I'm totally undomesticated, I find that I could and loved preparing food for him (although of course it's just heating and stuff, not real cooking, but still...).
He was really beat, he said, could he nap for just five minutes? Not waiting for an answer though, he embraced me and promptly snored. When he didn't show any signs of waking up, I gingerly disentangled myself from his arms, put away the dishes, brushed my teeth, and snuggled back into bed to sleep. He did wake up at 3am (five hours later, not five minutes, mind you), finished his chocolate, brushed his teeth, and snuggled back into bed with horny intentions. Of course, I was only too ready to comply, so we went at it for an hour before falling in exhausted sleep.
We both woke up five hours (again) later, and I prepared breakfast (coffee and rice cakes) while we watched NBA features. That's another thing he taught me. I've always loved basketball, it's the one sport that I somehow understood the rules and the scores, but I only watched UAAP and PBA. He introduced me to NBA and I realized that it was even more exciting. There were moves there that I haven't seen before and he would patiently teach me the terms while we watched and cheered together.
We made love again after breakfast. Well, actually, I was just idly playing with him while we watched the "deadliest animals in Australia" feature on Nat Geo when it became a full blown BJ then steamy sex in all our favorite positions. I left him spread-eagled on the bed and took a bath. When I got out, he said he'd have a go at my abswing after his bath. He went and had his shower while I watched Entertainment on tv. Posh and Becks were on, and I commented that this is one couple we should base our targets on (our goal was to lose wight by Christmas). He answered that it seems a mite difficult. I said that it doesn't matter, the couple looked sooo good that getting halfway there is already a big improvement.
Anyway, I showed him how to work the abswing and he complained that he couldn't feel it working on his abs. I said that we would probably need to buy all those other stuff on the home shopping network to really get results. He told me to save my money and that we'll probably lose more weight having wild sex than using the sauna belt or solar pants or whatever they were currently advertising. I said that we're better off having sex, wild or otherwise, whether or not we lost any pounds at all. Yup, I guess we're a couple of sex maniacs.
After his impromptu workout, we dressed to go out malling. We planned to have lunch and watch Harry Potter (Order of the Phoenix). He had to go and send GCash to his family, so I left him at the business center while I trudged upstairs to get us tickets. Most were sold-out and the only seats left are those on the front row. I knew he hated sitting in front, but I wanted to see the movie so I reserved the front and center anyway. I just treated him to ribs for lunch to make up for it. Although he didn't enjoy the movie experience, he let me have my way, and smiled when I tried not to sob loudly when Sirius died, holding my hand comfortingly.
I had to go home to my parents after the movie and he saw me off at the bus station. I waved at him through the window and he just shook his head at my antics. Ah, it was wonderful to have a boyfriend!
Anyway, I decided to just go grocery shopping and buy dinner for when my boyfriend comes over later. He had a basketball game that night so he'd be coming in late, and I just spent the time tidying up the studio, pampering myself with the home spa kit he gifted me with, and playing Chains and Inspector Parker on my laptop. I was so engrossed in solving murder cases that I was badly startled when he knocked on my door. As was our routine, he plopped down on the bed and looked for something to watch on tv, while I heated up the pizza. We talked about each other's day at work while he idly flipped channels (there was nothing good on tv, and we settled on Nat Geo to enhance our brains). That was one of things I love in our relationship - the fact that we really could talk shop. We were in different departments, so it's not rehashing what we already knew during the day but we also learn about how the other department is doing, and yet we also know the people we talk about, so when we mention names and how this person reacted or what this person did, we can still relate and follow the story. I realized that I had an answer when my mentor asked whether I had a sponge. I do and he was it.
We ate pizza and he asked for some hot chocolate to go with his dinner. He commented that he's becoming a senorito whenever he's at my studio, but I replied that I enjoyed spoiling him anyway. I guess he brings out that nurturing woman in me. Although I'm totally undomesticated, I find that I could and loved preparing food for him (although of course it's just heating and stuff, not real cooking, but still...).
He was really beat, he said, could he nap for just five minutes? Not waiting for an answer though, he embraced me and promptly snored. When he didn't show any signs of waking up, I gingerly disentangled myself from his arms, put away the dishes, brushed my teeth, and snuggled back into bed to sleep. He did wake up at 3am (five hours later, not five minutes, mind you), finished his chocolate, brushed his teeth, and snuggled back into bed with horny intentions. Of course, I was only too ready to comply, so we went at it for an hour before falling in exhausted sleep.
We both woke up five hours (again) later, and I prepared breakfast (coffee and rice cakes) while we watched NBA features. That's another thing he taught me. I've always loved basketball, it's the one sport that I somehow understood the rules and the scores, but I only watched UAAP and PBA. He introduced me to NBA and I realized that it was even more exciting. There were moves there that I haven't seen before and he would patiently teach me the terms while we watched and cheered together.
We made love again after breakfast. Well, actually, I was just idly playing with him while we watched the "deadliest animals in Australia" feature on Nat Geo when it became a full blown BJ then steamy sex in all our favorite positions. I left him spread-eagled on the bed and took a bath. When I got out, he said he'd have a go at my abswing after his bath. He went and had his shower while I watched Entertainment on tv. Posh and Becks were on, and I commented that this is one couple we should base our targets on (our goal was to lose wight by Christmas). He answered that it seems a mite difficult. I said that it doesn't matter, the couple looked sooo good that getting halfway there is already a big improvement.
Anyway, I showed him how to work the abswing and he complained that he couldn't feel it working on his abs. I said that we would probably need to buy all those other stuff on the home shopping network to really get results. He told me to save my money and that we'll probably lose more weight having wild sex than using the sauna belt or solar pants or whatever they were currently advertising. I said that we're better off having sex, wild or otherwise, whether or not we lost any pounds at all. Yup, I guess we're a couple of sex maniacs.
After his impromptu workout, we dressed to go out malling. We planned to have lunch and watch Harry Potter (Order of the Phoenix). He had to go and send GCash to his family, so I left him at the business center while I trudged upstairs to get us tickets. Most were sold-out and the only seats left are those on the front row. I knew he hated sitting in front, but I wanted to see the movie so I reserved the front and center anyway. I just treated him to ribs for lunch to make up for it. Although he didn't enjoy the movie experience, he let me have my way, and smiled when I tried not to sob loudly when Sirius died, holding my hand comfortingly.
I had to go home to my parents after the movie and he saw me off at the bus station. I waved at him through the window and he just shook his head at my antics. Ah, it was wonderful to have a boyfriend!
Thursday, July 12, 2007
A Breathless Day
I woke up catching my breath this morning and immediately wondered whether it was due to rain or anxiety or premonition. That's how powerful my asthma was - it can come from anything (a sudden "boo!" from a friend, an oncoming storm, or a scheduled presentation to my boss).
I figured it was the meeting scheduled later that morning that triggered it, so I got up and put the kettle on to boil. I spent few minutes on the abswing while waiting for my hot water, hoping that I would shed a few inches. My boyfriend texted to greet me good morning and I called him, apologizing that I slept last night without waiting for his text that he was safely home. I haven't seen him since Monday - that wonderful, funny Monday - since he was sooo busy with work and I paid my social dues (visit to parents and dinner with friends). I missed him and it was great to hear his voice, even if we only talked for like five minutes and only about the fact that he had to haul water for bath that morning. Ah well.
I got ready to go to work and saw that my work phone had several messages. Apparently, I have to organize a very important, very confidential, and very stressful meeting asap. I realized then that my early morning asthma was a premonitory one.
I hurriedly went to the office, set up the meeting, and prepared my coffee and medicine. Sure enough, we were ten minutes into the meeting and I was wheezing. This time, the asthma is due to anxiety. It didn't let up since then, because that meeting was followed relentlessly by several. I just had cup after cup of brewed coffee, promising myself a pedicure as soon as it clocks 5pm.
The concerns weren't that extraordinary, if you're a working girl like me: a staff due for termination because of fraudulent actions, a report showing your unmet deliverables, project glitches that need resolution, and maybe a staff or two asking for time off due to personal problems. Pretty much all in a day's work.
My friend and former boss asked me last night whether I have a sponge to keep myself sane after a long day. I said I didn't. And that's what triggered this blog. May I continue to keep my sanity.
I figured it was the meeting scheduled later that morning that triggered it, so I got up and put the kettle on to boil. I spent few minutes on the abswing while waiting for my hot water, hoping that I would shed a few inches. My boyfriend texted to greet me good morning and I called him, apologizing that I slept last night without waiting for his text that he was safely home. I haven't seen him since Monday - that wonderful, funny Monday - since he was sooo busy with work and I paid my social dues (visit to parents and dinner with friends). I missed him and it was great to hear his voice, even if we only talked for like five minutes and only about the fact that he had to haul water for bath that morning. Ah well.
I got ready to go to work and saw that my work phone had several messages. Apparently, I have to organize a very important, very confidential, and very stressful meeting asap. I realized then that my early morning asthma was a premonitory one.
I hurriedly went to the office, set up the meeting, and prepared my coffee and medicine. Sure enough, we were ten minutes into the meeting and I was wheezing. This time, the asthma is due to anxiety. It didn't let up since then, because that meeting was followed relentlessly by several. I just had cup after cup of brewed coffee, promising myself a pedicure as soon as it clocks 5pm.
The concerns weren't that extraordinary, if you're a working girl like me: a staff due for termination because of fraudulent actions, a report showing your unmet deliverables, project glitches that need resolution, and maybe a staff or two asking for time off due to personal problems. Pretty much all in a day's work.
My friend and former boss asked me last night whether I have a sponge to keep myself sane after a long day. I said I didn't. And that's what triggered this blog. May I continue to keep my sanity.
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