What can I say about our firsy monthsary? its PIG OUT TIME!
Seriously, it was everything I wanted. It wasnt grand, corny, mushy or nonexistent. He greeted me with a sweet good morning, michiko message that could melt anyone's heart. He emailed me, texted me, he never let me forget that it's our monthsary today.
So ayun, I had to keep myself occupied for the next couple of hours to prevent myself from literally running away and meeting him. Finally, when its time to leave, na toxic pa ako sa office kaya dyaraaaan, late ako for the mass. Since we've been together, we make it a habit to hear Mass together at least once a week. Thanksgiving kung baga.
With only a can of tuna and a small siopao for lunch, no wonder my stomach was growling by the time we said Thanks be to God. Since 'planning ahead' is not in our dictionary, we had to scout the entire greenbelt area to look for a place to eat. We ended up at Kitchen where we had an chicken for an appetizer, pandan chicken for main course and pasta as an after-the-main course. Di naman kami matakaw ano?
After our food trip, we had a walk in the park-- Greenbelt Park, that is. We looked like two 'syano making kulitaa under the brightly- lit trees. Shempre, Kahit pangit ang phone namin pareho (nasira ang beautiful phone ko samantalang nawala nya ang p9 nya), that didnt stop us from taking pictures (ugly pictures) of ourselves.
As a monthsary gift, he gave me a gold bracelet with green Swarovskis because he remembered it being my favorite color. I almost cried in surprise. the thing is, my gold bracelet wth smaller but colorful swarovskis was destroyed and can no longer be repaired (sumikip na sha sa akin dahil nagkulang ng 'links'). If i remember it correctly, it was during the time when I agreed to be his baby girl (a month ago). Siguro nasanay na ako dahil for more than a year, suot ko yung bracelet na yun kaya when it was ruined, I felt that there's always something missing. I never told him this but i can consider it a coincidence or fate na he was able to give me something that I've been wanting for an entire month now. Amazing lang kasi his gift was perfect.
So ayun, he drove me home minus the usual traffic that we usally encounter during weekdays. We went to the nearest Starbucks at our place and bought a Venti caramel frap and banoffee pie (both favorites) and decided to take them out since there is no more seats for us. Besides, it was late na rin. Kamustahin mo naman ang pumpkin ko, nangdekwat pa ng stainless fork from Starbucks! anover? Baka mamya, hindi na kami papasukin dun.
So ayun. I just wanted to make kwento. kahit walang point, walang creativity, walang eklat. Gusto kong magkwento dahil may puso pa rin ako to write. Yun nga lang, minus the angst dahil wala na ako nun.
DI naman masama di ba? I've waited this long. the least I can do is to relish every detail of it.
In short, im gloating over my perfect, wonderful, heart-tugging first monthsary... because I can ;-)
CHANGING MY WORLD, ONE MISTAKE AT A TIME.
Monday, November 20, 2006
Wow Mali!
Note to self: Be sure to read text messages carefully before replying... you may be admitting a murder without you knowing it
A funny/ freaky thing happened last night. I was listening to the radio, so engrossed in my "me-time" when a tita of mine from Baguio texted me about my brother's incident. Since I was used to people sending me get well soon messages, I didn't thoroughly read it, although I was able to catch the words extend, Kuya's name, prayers, and soul. Soul? Wait... that is so not right. Nevertheless, i replied the normal message i send to the well-wishers, Thank you tita.
Minutes later, i received a text message coming from the same tita. it said, " Hi again, Anna Banana. Im sorry, nagkamali pala ako ng intindi sa text message ng kuya. Im glad that your Kuya Paul was able to survive. We will pray for his quick recovery."
Apparently, my tita thought my brother was dead and instead of correcting her false notion, I even thanked her! Gawsh... stupid me. Buti na lang my brother is on his way to recovery kundi... nyak... morbid thoughts.
A funny/ freaky thing happened last night. I was listening to the radio, so engrossed in my "me-time" when a tita of mine from Baguio texted me about my brother's incident. Since I was used to people sending me get well soon messages, I didn't thoroughly read it, although I was able to catch the words extend, Kuya's name, prayers, and soul. Soul? Wait... that is so not right. Nevertheless, i replied the normal message i send to the well-wishers, Thank you tita.
Minutes later, i received a text message coming from the same tita. it said, " Hi again, Anna Banana. Im sorry, nagkamali pala ako ng intindi sa text message ng kuya. Im glad that your Kuya Paul was able to survive. We will pray for his quick recovery."
Apparently, my tita thought my brother was dead and instead of correcting her false notion, I even thanked her! Gawsh... stupid me. Buti na lang my brother is on his way to recovery kundi... nyak... morbid thoughts.
Saturday, November 18, 2006
11/20/06
On Monday, MTB and I will be celebrating our first monthsary. I cant say that it was a breeze but I feel that the first month is a learning experience for both of us. I love him to pieces and everyday, i learn to love everything about him more and more. ;-)
As a monthsary special, I would like to list down the things I learned to love about him and the world in general because of him:
... i learned to take care of myself because a healthy life is a longer life to spend with him and my loved ones- that means quitting smoking, cutting down my drinking sprees, eating healthy food and going home early
... I learned to love riding the MRT home just to have more time to talk to him and be with him, despite the chaos and confusion and smelly people inside the train
... I learned to take the stairs going from Glorietta to SM Makati despite my three inch heels because he made me realize its faster and less crowded
... I learned to love traffic because we get to talk about life and all its absurdities...
... I learned to love my 'farmer' hands because whenever he holds them, he makes me feel like they are the softest and smoothest
... I learned that one can still be lovable and cute even if he wears the same shirt in every occasion
... I learned that good things do come to those who wait...I'm so glad i waited :-)
To my eriko-san, I love you more than I can say. ;-) thank you for the love and the friendship. I hope that we will still play Guess-that-song-in-10-seconds for more years to come. Ich liebe dich.
As a monthsary special, I would like to list down the things I learned to love about him and the world in general because of him:
... i learned to take care of myself because a healthy life is a longer life to spend with him and my loved ones- that means quitting smoking, cutting down my drinking sprees, eating healthy food and going home early
... I learned to love riding the MRT home just to have more time to talk to him and be with him, despite the chaos and confusion and smelly people inside the train
... I learned to take the stairs going from Glorietta to SM Makati despite my three inch heels because he made me realize its faster and less crowded
... I learned to love traffic because we get to talk about life and all its absurdities...
... I learned to love my 'farmer' hands because whenever he holds them, he makes me feel like they are the softest and smoothest
... I learned that one can still be lovable and cute even if he wears the same shirt in every occasion
... I learned that good things do come to those who wait...I'm so glad i waited :-)
To my eriko-san, I love you more than I can say. ;-) thank you for the love and the friendship. I hope that we will still play Guess-that-song-in-10-seconds for more years to come. Ich liebe dich.
The Tie that Binds Us All
Imagine being roused to sleep by your kasambahay at 12am in the morning with a worried look on her face. She got this weird phone call minutes earlier asking her if this certain person lives at our house-- that person being my brother. Just when I was about to get up and call my dad, a very persistent doorbell was heard resounding in the silence of our house. Clad in my flimsiest 'boldstar kung boldstar' nighties, I opened the screen door and found myself being flashed with a flashlight by two policemen.
Police: Dito po ba nakatira si (name of my kuya)?
Anna Banana: Bakit po?
Police: Anjan ba si (name of my father)?
Anna Banana: Bakit nga po? ano po ba ang nangyari?
Police: Kaano ano ka ba ni (Name of Kuya)?
Anna Banana: Sister nya ako.
(one police officer whispers to another to ask if he can tell the news to me)
Police: pakitawag na lang ang papa mo.
With blood rushing to my head and my heart beat pumping like I have just jogged for an hour, I opened the door to my parents' room and called out to my father in the dark.
Immediately, he got up and went out of the house to talk to the police officers. Rattled as hell and not having a single clue as to what was happening, I walked back and forth our kitchen and wait until my father entered. Seconds later, he and my mom were dressed and were ready to take off. I asked what happened and they told me that my brother was rushed to the emergency room because he was held up and shot in a dark street only 10 minutes away from our house.
I felt my heart stopped for a few seconds before it started racing again. I can feel my blood drain and my hands get clammy and cold. He was just sleeping a while ago, i said to myself. How could this thing happen? I do not live near a slum area, our place is composed of little subdivision and i've been living there since i can remember (even going home at the wee hours of the morning) but nothing like this ever happened to anyone I know.
when my parents were about to leave the house to go to the hospital where my brother was brought, another sequence of doorbell was heard. Thinking that the police officers were asking for some 'lagay', my dad got some cash from his wallet and went out. Apparently, they just asked if we have a car to go there because if there is none, they can drive my parents there. Aaaaah, my faith in the police was restored.
According to the initial update we got, my brother was on his way to the office when he was held up by an unknown person who got his bag, cellphone and wallet, and was left lying on the street. Fortunately, a police car was making some rounds at that area and saw my brother. Instead of apprehending the criminals, they immediately rushed my brother to the hospital, a wise decision. Good thing that Kuya puts his company ID in his pocket so the police was able to identify him.
Its heartbreaking to have this kind of incidents happen especially to good people. We seldom see my Kuya since he works in a call center and is staying in a pad with his officemates. He only goes home once a week, sometimes once every two weeks to watch tv, play online games, and sleep. Just last Sunday when MTB visited our house and brought cake and ice cream (the latter given a day before when he also visited), he almost ate the entire cake. I told him, "magtira ka naman para kina mommy!" and he asked where it came from. My lola, who was there during that time told my Kuya to go home often para he would know and meet my suitor.
WIth this once a week arrangement going on for more than a year, we have become complacent that we no longer get worried when he doesnt go home. My brother, being a very reserved and quite person by nature, doesnt share a lot about his life so we know nothing about his friends, his place, his work (except his company and its location) etc. This incident is an eye opener for us to be more involved in each other's lives.
As a sign of my commitment to the family, I didnt report for work for two days because I went to my Kuya's office, made sure that they will be covering for all hospital expenses incurred. I was also with my mom when my brother had his emergency operation because the doctors failed to see the extent of the damage. When they conducted several tests the day after, they found out that the bullet passed through my brother's intestines and damaged his colon and intestines and partly, his liver. There were 6 holes in his intestines that's why they had to take it out to clean it and re-direct the flow of excretions so that my brother will not be poisoned.
I was the only person inside the OR lounge when the attending surgeon called in to inform me of the operation. I was frazzled because I was the bearer of the news and the doctor was a total ass (he was very House M.D.- like). But being as kulit as I am, i was able to get the picture and coherently relay the message to my parents.
The first time we visited him after the operation was excruciating. He had so many apparatus attached to him and sakto that when my dad and I visited (only 2 people are allowed to enter during the 2-hour visiting hours), he was crying due to pain and vomiting bile. I cant help but cry as well as we saw him suffering. It was so difficult and painful for us to see him that way but we had to show strength so that he will be assured that everything will be alright.
Fortunately, my brother seems to be recovering quickly although the doctor informed us that he will stay in the ICU for a couple more weeks to avoid complications. I am immensely grateful to everyone who has shown his/her support and love, especially my relatives who never fail to call us and ask for my Kuya's status. I appreciate also my officemates' concern and my boss's consideration when I had to absent myself for work for 2 days.
This incident has brought my family closer to each other and stronger like never before. We are still hoping for the best. We'll continue to pray that everything will be alright and that justice will be served in due time. I am certain that God loves us very much and I am very fortunate to have a very loving and supportive family. I know that no matter what happens, we'll always stay together. No gunshot, no bad people, no accidents can hurt us because strength of character and faith in God are what my family is all about. ;-)
Police: Dito po ba nakatira si (name of my kuya)?
Anna Banana: Bakit po?
Police: Anjan ba si (name of my father)?
Anna Banana: Bakit nga po? ano po ba ang nangyari?
Police: Kaano ano ka ba ni (Name of Kuya)?
Anna Banana: Sister nya ako.
(one police officer whispers to another to ask if he can tell the news to me)
Police: pakitawag na lang ang papa mo.
With blood rushing to my head and my heart beat pumping like I have just jogged for an hour, I opened the door to my parents' room and called out to my father in the dark.
Immediately, he got up and went out of the house to talk to the police officers. Rattled as hell and not having a single clue as to what was happening, I walked back and forth our kitchen and wait until my father entered. Seconds later, he and my mom were dressed and were ready to take off. I asked what happened and they told me that my brother was rushed to the emergency room because he was held up and shot in a dark street only 10 minutes away from our house.
I felt my heart stopped for a few seconds before it started racing again. I can feel my blood drain and my hands get clammy and cold. He was just sleeping a while ago, i said to myself. How could this thing happen? I do not live near a slum area, our place is composed of little subdivision and i've been living there since i can remember (even going home at the wee hours of the morning) but nothing like this ever happened to anyone I know.
when my parents were about to leave the house to go to the hospital where my brother was brought, another sequence of doorbell was heard. Thinking that the police officers were asking for some 'lagay', my dad got some cash from his wallet and went out. Apparently, they just asked if we have a car to go there because if there is none, they can drive my parents there. Aaaaah, my faith in the police was restored.
According to the initial update we got, my brother was on his way to the office when he was held up by an unknown person who got his bag, cellphone and wallet, and was left lying on the street. Fortunately, a police car was making some rounds at that area and saw my brother. Instead of apprehending the criminals, they immediately rushed my brother to the hospital, a wise decision. Good thing that Kuya puts his company ID in his pocket so the police was able to identify him.
Its heartbreaking to have this kind of incidents happen especially to good people. We seldom see my Kuya since he works in a call center and is staying in a pad with his officemates. He only goes home once a week, sometimes once every two weeks to watch tv, play online games, and sleep. Just last Sunday when MTB visited our house and brought cake and ice cream (the latter given a day before when he also visited), he almost ate the entire cake. I told him, "magtira ka naman para kina mommy!" and he asked where it came from. My lola, who was there during that time told my Kuya to go home often para he would know and meet my suitor.
WIth this once a week arrangement going on for more than a year, we have become complacent that we no longer get worried when he doesnt go home. My brother, being a very reserved and quite person by nature, doesnt share a lot about his life so we know nothing about his friends, his place, his work (except his company and its location) etc. This incident is an eye opener for us to be more involved in each other's lives.
As a sign of my commitment to the family, I didnt report for work for two days because I went to my Kuya's office, made sure that they will be covering for all hospital expenses incurred. I was also with my mom when my brother had his emergency operation because the doctors failed to see the extent of the damage. When they conducted several tests the day after, they found out that the bullet passed through my brother's intestines and damaged his colon and intestines and partly, his liver. There were 6 holes in his intestines that's why they had to take it out to clean it and re-direct the flow of excretions so that my brother will not be poisoned.
I was the only person inside the OR lounge when the attending surgeon called in to inform me of the operation. I was frazzled because I was the bearer of the news and the doctor was a total ass (he was very House M.D.- like). But being as kulit as I am, i was able to get the picture and coherently relay the message to my parents.
The first time we visited him after the operation was excruciating. He had so many apparatus attached to him and sakto that when my dad and I visited (only 2 people are allowed to enter during the 2-hour visiting hours), he was crying due to pain and vomiting bile. I cant help but cry as well as we saw him suffering. It was so difficult and painful for us to see him that way but we had to show strength so that he will be assured that everything will be alright.
Fortunately, my brother seems to be recovering quickly although the doctor informed us that he will stay in the ICU for a couple more weeks to avoid complications. I am immensely grateful to everyone who has shown his/her support and love, especially my relatives who never fail to call us and ask for my Kuya's status. I appreciate also my officemates' concern and my boss's consideration when I had to absent myself for work for 2 days.
This incident has brought my family closer to each other and stronger like never before. We are still hoping for the best. We'll continue to pray that everything will be alright and that justice will be served in due time. I am certain that God loves us very much and I am very fortunate to have a very loving and supportive family. I know that no matter what happens, we'll always stay together. No gunshot, no bad people, no accidents can hurt us because strength of character and faith in God are what my family is all about. ;-)