Here are some things I don't expect my husband to give or do for me anymore:
#1. Bring me a big bouquet of flowers.
I have hoped against all hope that in an anniversary or birthday of mine, he would surprise me with a bunch...but he remains consistent...he never fails to disappoint.
#2. Bring me to an expensive and ROMANTIC dinner.
To be fair with him, he has paid for an expensive dinner but it sure was not romantic. It was expensive because the whole family was always there. I WANT ROMANCE! I WANT TO BE WOOED!!!
#3. Give me a gift that's prettily gift-wrapped.
Instead, he gives me cash and tells me to buy whatever I fancy. He didn't want to go wrong. Practical, isn't he?
#4. Check us in a motel.
Call me kinky or for him impractical (Why check in a room when we have our own room in the house for free?) but I want to try something new. Guess, it's never gonna happen.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Procrastination
I'm going to my mom's hometown right now. After this entry, I'm going home, pack my things and take a 4 hour bus ride.
My mom hates me, or maybe hated me for some time. Apparently, death changes things. Or maybe it's the deep need to be provided for - I dunno. My grandpa just died. I wasn't sure if I would go to his funeral and burial but when my sister called and practically forced me to go there, I said I would. I didn't want to go there thinking my mom hated me still and expecting that she'd make a fuss out of ignoring me in front of her friends. Or maybe she won't ignore me. Maybe she'd go out of her way to introduce me to her high school friends and say: "Ay, ito nga pala ang magaling kong anak na napakawalang hiya, walang kwenta at walang utang na loob." I'd prefer to stay at work and nod endlessly during a useless one-on-one meeting which always goes nowhere.
My sister told me that she informed our mom I'd be going there for the funeral and burial. Suprisingly, she said okay. Maybe she was too tired to react violently. Maybe she was too tired, the message didn't properly register in her brain. Maybe, it was really just okay. I'll find out soon.
I was supposed to leave earlier but couldn't muster the courage to tell me boss my grandpa died and can I please be excused for the rest of the afternoon while I attend to my family. I think it's because I was never that close with my grandpa. Had I been, to hell with asking permission! But, again, I wasn't.
And so, instead of rushing home to prep, here I am still writing on my blog. Bad cheetah.
My mom hates me, or maybe hated me for some time. Apparently, death changes things. Or maybe it's the deep need to be provided for - I dunno. My grandpa just died. I wasn't sure if I would go to his funeral and burial but when my sister called and practically forced me to go there, I said I would. I didn't want to go there thinking my mom hated me still and expecting that she'd make a fuss out of ignoring me in front of her friends. Or maybe she won't ignore me. Maybe she'd go out of her way to introduce me to her high school friends and say: "Ay, ito nga pala ang magaling kong anak na napakawalang hiya, walang kwenta at walang utang na loob." I'd prefer to stay at work and nod endlessly during a useless one-on-one meeting which always goes nowhere.
My sister told me that she informed our mom I'd be going there for the funeral and burial. Suprisingly, she said okay. Maybe she was too tired to react violently. Maybe she was too tired, the message didn't properly register in her brain. Maybe, it was really just okay. I'll find out soon.
I was supposed to leave earlier but couldn't muster the courage to tell me boss my grandpa died and can I please be excused for the rest of the afternoon while I attend to my family. I think it's because I was never that close with my grandpa. Had I been, to hell with asking permission! But, again, I wasn't.
And so, instead of rushing home to prep, here I am still writing on my blog. Bad cheetah.
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