Although this is technically our 8th year together, I'd much rather think that this is our 7th -- if only to explain the various pitfalls that came our way this year. You see, we weren't really together in our first year. It was only after I graduated from college that we started to get serious. The 7th year, they say, is the most difficult, the most challenge laden, the worst. Haaay. Don't I know it? I can't wait to get past this. Whatever this is.


8 Great Years
Originally posted by Yan, Feb. 28, 2007, 6:39 pm.

Happy anniversary, baby!

Thank you for 8 wonderful years.

I can't ask for anything more.

I love you. And I will always love you.


Looking forward to the next 20 years
Originally posted by Yan, Feb 28, 2007, 7:00 pm.

Dear Baby,

I can't imagine life without you. Happiness is seeing your face the moment I wake up and seeing your smile before I sleep.

Thank you for being my best friend, my confidant, and my greatest fan. Because of you, I am a better person - more confident, more compassionate, more patient, and more accepting of my faults and the faults of others.

Thank you for loving my friends and family. Because of you, I have learned to appreciate all the love that surrounds me, and to love and honor those who love me.

Thank you for making me laugh. Because of you, my world is full of joy. I live each day with lightness in my heart, taking all pains and frustrations in stride, knowing that you will always be there to put a smile on my face.

Thank you for holding my hand through the storm. Thank you for accepting my imperfections. Thank you for knowing exactly when I need a hug. Thank you for all the great conversations and banters, the adventures and misadventures, and the private moments that we both cherish so much.

Thank you for the music and the poetry.

Thank you for your love. Thank you for being you.

I love you so much, Baby.

Always and forever...


Happy Anniversary
Originally posted by Mark, Feb. 28, 2007, 11:29 pm.

Yan,

I know I haven't been saying this much, but I hope by now you realize how happy and thankful I am to have you in my life. Today, on our 8th year together, I just want to say THANK YOU.

Thank you for all the love, the happiness, the understanding, the support, the laughter, sa pagpangga, and for everything I cherish in this relationship.

You have always been there for me. You're the reason why I'm happy to face every day of our lives. I am so thankful of the fact that we can be alone together for a long time and still enjoy each other's company and how (as you've said before) we never run out of things to talk about (Bons... Genee... Bons... Genee...thank you diay for bringing them in our lives... bisan ug pasanginlan ra ko nila pirme :P ). Thank you for making me smile, Yan.

Our relationship may not be perfect (is there one?), but everybody around us knows how we have grown from boyfriend/girlfriend to lovers and to life partners. You're everything I could ever wish and hope for as a lifetime companion. At least with that, heaven was on my side. :)

8 years.

THANK YOU for sharing your love, Baby. You will always be the greatest gift this life has given me.

I love you.

Happy Anniversary!

- Makoy

Originally posted February 27, 2007.
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I realized, after a whole day of learning to scuba dive, that I have a lot of control issues.

I'm sure this comes as no surprise to the people who know me. It certainly didn't come as a surprise to Mark, the hapless victim of my irrational need to be in control all the time.

I hate losing control, especially in an environment that is new and strange to me. I do not thrive well in situations that require me to relinquish control. I am not adaptable. And I am too stubborn for my own good. ...in other words, I'm a control freak.

I need to be processed. I need to deal with these issues before my next diving misadventure. I just don't know how yet.

and this is why i don't want to leave cebu. khyle is my world.

Originally posted February 18, 2007.
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Mark, Khyle, and I went to a children's party today. The clown mistakently called us "Mom and Dad", and a warm feeling took hold of me, causing me to smile for the rest of the day. Fattery? Perhaps. Maternal pride? Definitely. I don't know if I'll ever give birth, but I know for certain that I will always be a Mom for Khyle. Khyle makes me so happy. I am happiest when I'm with Khyle. I like myself when I'm with Khyle. My baby Khyle. I love Khyle.

see what i mean? hahahah.

Originally posted February 14, 2007.
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I just realized that before Mark and I became a couple, I've never had a Valentine's Day with a man. Through some weird twist of fate, I always ended up alone, depressed, and pining for nothing in particular on (what i used to call -) doomsday.

In particular, there was one doomsday when Mia and I locked ourselves in our dorm room - armed with lots of ginpo and those rope-like marshmallows. The marshmallows were our salvation, Mia said. The idea was to hang ourselves with those sugar-coated "ropes" to end our misery. heh.

It's the fault of those darned capitalists, deluding women with their carefully orchestrated hype.

The pressure they place on all the hapless single people in the world is cruel. Nay, downright sadistic even.

So what if it's February 14? So what?

I don't feel any different today than in any other day of the year. It's an ordinary day, even more ordinary than the most blah of thursdays.

When you're in love, so I read, everyday is Valentine's Day.

I beg to differ.

If everyday were Valentine's Day, I wouldn't leave my house to brave the onslaught of giddy people in restaurants and the tumultuous traffic on the street. I wouldn't open my eyes either - if only to block out the vision of a world bathed in repulsive pink. Ugh. Can you imagine?

Valentine's Day should not be a public spectacle. It should be a private moment, sweet and intimate. A moment dictated not by commercialized norms, but inspired simply by the rhythm of your pulse. That's a Valentine's Day.

That being said...

Gen, you still have 6 hours. More or less. Tic.Tock.

:-)

aaah. valentine's day brings out the best and the worst in people. *sigh*

Originally posted February 14, 2007.
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Happy Day of Hearts!

...to the lovelorn and the love-weary. to the ecstatic and the desperate. to the overjoyed and the overstarved.

through the half-closed windows of lovers' room. through the wide welcoming doors of the family den. through the warm hugs of happy friends. love flows.

Originally posted February 13, 2007.
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why do we always end up talking about TB when we we're together? i don't think we miss him that much. or do we?

thank you, Gela, for a wonderful meal at Oh George. the jambalaya rice and pork chops with butter and herbs were superb. yum, yum.

Originally posted February 11, 2007.
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I meant to paste the transcript of my entire conversation with TB here, but he begged me not to. I rarely give in to his wishes, but this time, I thought it prudent to respect his privacy. After all, we might have a future president in our midst. (I can so see Genee's arched eyebrows.)

But this one, I must (MUST) post here:

"I have not informed Bons yet in consideration of her deep feelings for me. I know I am the object of her utmost hormonal affections."

Quote. Unquote.

For an update on TB's love life, click here.

I wonder what happened to this woman. Jo, buhi pa sya? Buhi pa mo? What's the scoop?

Originally posted February 11, 2007.
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The impossible has happened: TB is in love!

He says he's finally met the woman he's going to marry. For TB to say that is quite something. For TB to talk of marriage or anything related to the subject is everything.

Of course, no one believes him but me. Gen says that's always been my role. ["What role?" I dared ask. "To be the hopeless romantic," was the flippant reply.]

I leave it up to TB to begin the long and excruciating task of introducing this girl (someone who shares the name "Marie" with a certain person I know) to us, his doting fans. Ahem.

When I asked him to describe this particular Marie (forget the other one, who, at this time, is probably bawling in agony - or so TB thinks), this was what he had to say:

"Well, she's fair-skinned. She's a cross between Daisy and Mae in terms of physical appearance. She exudes confidence. She's funny. Laughs a lot. Easy to be with. Got an MBA. She works for ***. I'm very comfortable with her. There were no uneasy or awkward moments."

Quote. Unquote.

My follow-up question: "Which quality stands out from the rest? What i'm trying to ask is...what makes you think that she might be the one?"

His reply: "Well, my gauge is my own reaction. I had this weird feeling as I've said. This could have been brought about by something within her. Probably an impulse, a reaction. But, I cannot locate it in the general scheme of things at the moment."

Pause.

"Maybe when we get to know each other more, my feelings for her would probably unravel itself."

Quote. Unquote.

I really am genuinely happy for you, Jo.

We all are, aren't we? Er, Bons?

As of this writing, "toddler" no longer applies to Khyle. He's now a boy. *sigh* How fast time flies.

Originally posted February 2, 2007.
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I can't believe that our little Khyle is in school. I'm so proud. Teary-eyed, emotion-choked proud. Khyle is now officially a toddler. *sniff*

I wish I could have been there yesterday, on his very first day in school. It should have been a big moment. But it passed without much ceremony.

I feel an urge to hand out cigars. Yey, my nephew's in school! Cigars for everyone!

I hesitate to repost this. But what the hell. This is still part of history.

Originally posted January 29, 2007.
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I don't know what to make of it, really. I don't see the point of all these lies, all these elaborate tales. Wouldn't it be simpler to admit the truth and face the consequences?

I still don't get it; I still don't. Is the truth too terrible an adversary? I think not. Truth can be your most benevolent ally, if you finally accept that it is its own master. You cannot conquer Truth and bend it to your will. Giving up the futile attempt to manipulate Truth is the first step to gaining its absolute allegiance.

I do feel for Kris, I do. But I don't know what to believe anymore. Too much deceit has been spawned. Too much ill intent. How can I sift through the infinite boulders of fiction to find the well concealed pebbles of facts? It's an impossible task. One I am not built for.

This really hurts. This is very painful. Immensely painful. To have given trust so freely and to have it thrown so casually to my face. It's a mockery of my beliefs. It's a mockery of everything I stand for. It's a mockery. Period. And the worst possible insult.