To the sexiest man alive on Valentine's Day

Move over Ryan Reynolds, its NOT you

Four years ago I was singing a different tune. I was happy, thriving, and ready to embark on an exciting independent life overseas. I have been single (by choice) for the past few years and I have sworn men off and have considered the thought of living a single blessed life. I wanted to just focus on my career and take care of my Dad. I was thrilled to finally be on my own and make enough money to pursue my dreams. I have told myself that nothing would come between me and my drive to really succeed this time. I wanted to put away enough savings and build the pet store of my dreams.

Then I met you through our common friend. I found you  interesting, brilliant and good looking! The problem? you were somewhere in the Middle East, I was in Southeast Asia. I knew it wouldnt work. But you kept writing. I loved reading your letters. Intelligently written although sometimes you were just describing how your living quarters looked like. You made things look so animated that I could swear it was like I was there when I visualized the stories you were telling me.  I never thought that I would enjoy reading letters that long! I looked forward to hearing about your day and chatting with you. The time difference was terrible. I would come to work sleep deprived but giggly and happy like a highschool girl=)

You religiously wrote me everyday for 6 months. You also sent me nice gifts on my birthday and even when there was no special occasion .

You were always the highlight of my day. We had our little disagreements and I thought our relationship wouldnt go any further due to the distance and the overwhelming barriers that seem insurmountable.

But after 6 months, I finally met you in person. It was the happiest and most exciting thing I can ever think of that has happened to me in my entire life. You were the epitome of everything I ever wanted in a man plus more. You literally swept me off my feet and after meeting you I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.

Marrying you two months after that meeting is the best decision I have ever made. And the second best decision to stay with you for as long as I live.

 
Thank you for being in my life and for having me as your wife. I love you very much and I miss your sexy body. Happy Valentines Sweetie.

the magnet you gave me says it all

Daily thoughts - Lucky albeit "molested"

Well today wasnt a really good day. I was wasted from lack of sleep and I had to go to 2 interviews this morning. I never made it to both interviews. Although being sleep deprived, I was still alert to notice that a guy was trying to cop a feel on my thigh during that tricycle ride. Yes I was aboard this contraption that shuttles people from our remote neighborhood all the way to the town, when one of the fucking passengers tried to grope on my leg/s.  My limb/s was obviously not going to secure the asshole from falling off the tricycle. I didnt buy his lame excuse that accidentally touching my thigh TWICE (thats why i mentioned leg/s) in a row was really an accident and that he thought it was still part of the motorcycle. Yeah right dumb ass. 

a tricycle

I was sitting on the back of the tricycle (behind the driver) when 3 other guys boarded the vehicle. We were on the tricycle for probably 5-8 minutes when I felt something moving up my thigh so I looked and brushed the fucking hand off of my leg. The guy said sorry and said it was an accident. I knew it wasnt. Ive been riding this kind of vehicle for as long as I remember and Ive never accidentally held on someone's thigh especially on a back ride. When his hand found its way again on my leg, I hysterically yelled for the driver to pull over. I told him I had to get off and them fuckers could pay the fare that I was supposed to. The driver knew who I was since Im a regular and he wasnt actually pissed when I decided to get off. He was just clueless to what was happening though. I decided not to go to town anymore because although it was broad daylight, I just didnt feel right about that ride anymore. Also the route they were taking was the less populated one and if those assholes werent planning to commit a crime, I might still die from heart attack just thinking of the possibilities.

Im very paranoid. I have reasons to be and that includes that disturbing massacre that happened many years ago and unfortunately was not given justice after 19 years. Also, a few years ago, when I was in college, a girl who lived in town rode a tricycle and a few minutes later, she was found dead. It was a case that I have followed over the years but lost track off when I enrolled in Medical school. Im not sure of the outcome of the case but from what I heard later on, it was not resolved. Like most heinous crimes that happen here in my country, a huge majority are not resolved. In 2004 I have been held up while on board a van on my way home to Antipolo.One of the guys who held a gun against my temple even planned on taking me with them. The other guy however said they were just after our cellphones and money and convinced his companion not to hurt anyone. That was a miracle however. An unforgettable yet chilling experience I never got over.

Right now Im still upset over what transpired this morning but grateful that Im okay and I safely made it home.  I dont really know if there is a way for me to avoid things like this from happening again. All I know is, Im still lucky compared to some people who never even had that opportunity to share their story or rather live to tell their harrowing tale.

Daily thoughts - full house

Right now, there are 5 occupants in my room. Yes, 5. Two adult cats namely Dapper and Thumper (both 2 years old) and two kittens Enchong and Boomer, and of course yours truly. My room is tiny and its irregularly shaped. Nevertheless, for now it will work. It's free and my cats have gotten accustomed to living here.

Dapper (big box) and Enchong (little box)

Dapper passed out, Enchong on the red bed

Enchong

Thumper (bigger black cat), Enchong (small black cat) and Dapper

Thumper loves Cosi Pet's milk

Dapper sleeping with crazy eyes

Unglam photo of Thumper passed out

Enchong and Boomer (she is blind)

Thumper and Donkey

Boomer

Thumper

I rolled out my yoga mat and Dapper (always) wants to be the first to use it

Dapper sneaks inside my short but fails

Dapper and Donkey

Dapper trying to squeeze in the tiny box

Dapper is obviously too fat for this box

Bigger box accomodates DApper and Boomer

Enchong watching American Beauty

He watched part of the movie for almost10 minutes. Yes he was just sitting like that the entire time

Yes the photos above are cute. Im crazy about my cats. Although sometimes, they also drive me crazy.

Here are just a few examples of things I put up with on a daily basis:


1) I would scoop their turds from the litter box and just right after Ive washed my hands, someone will run in there and take a dump. Just today I had to wash my hands 3 times because Boomer, then Dapper and Enchong (and after probably 15 minutes Thumper went in there too) decided that since there was new litter, they had to use the box.

2) feeding time. I feed them 1/4 cup of kibbles every 4-5 hours. But sometimes, they want more. When Im sleeping, Dapper would really sing nonstop until I get up and give them food. Sometimes,she would startle me. Id open my eyes and a few inches away is Dapper staring at me, like she was about to eat my nose.

3) Dapper is already fixed, meaning she had been spayed. Thumper on the other hand isnt. And every single month, without fail, Thuper goes into heat. It lasts for 2-3 weeks. I have to put up with on top of my insomnia.

4) Boomer. I adopted a blind kitten named Boomer. She is really a handful. For obvious reasons, she can be a little messy when eating. She used to know how to find the litter box when she wants to do her business. But now there are times she would just go anywhere she pleases. So I have to be ready with the spray bottle with lysol and a bunch of tissues to clean up after her. Not to mention she has to regularly be wiped and I also have to instill antibiotics and artificial tears. But, she is really a very sweet purring machine. the slight touch or affection excites her that she starts purring nonstop.

5) Enchong. When I took in the other kitten Enchong, he was very skinny and had that starved look. Now he has put on some weight but still seems hungry all the time. Im going to deworm him this month and also bring him to the vet for his shots. He also seem to have a lung infection that hasnt cleared for 2 months. He is however very playful and happy most of the time. The only problem with him is he is too sweet to the point he likes to sleep on my neck, hair or if possible he wants to sit on my face when im sleeping. Also he has a habit of jumping on my lap when im sitting by my desk surfing the net. So everyday I have a fresh scratch on my leg/s because of Enchong's undying love for me.

These are just the ones on top of my head right now but my cats, although theyre quite a handful, really bring so much joy in my life. Especially right now, they are all passed out.