The past one week was not easy. I couldn’t sleep peacefully at night as I thought about him and how he was doing. I wondered if he was okay, if he was being taken cared of while he wasn’t with me. It was hard but I had to endure the pain and the sadness of the distance that we both didn’t want but neither did we have a choice. I looked forward to Saturday because of the promise of a reunion. But that sparkle of hope disappeared when a call was made telling me how I wouldn’t be able to see him. Came Saturday and Sunday. Monday, they said, I’d finally get to be with him.

There’s nothing more ecstatic than that moment when I saw him coming, all prim and proper and ready for our much-awaited reunion…

Joboy, I’m so glad you’re back!

Yes, I am finally reunited with my beloved Jazz after a week-long separation for repairs. I’ve already forgotten how hard it was to live without an on-call transpo 24/7. I didn’t go home for the weekend so I ended up stuck here in the apartment reviewing for the upcoming exams, reading weight loss pill reviews (for my mom of course!) and finishing patient papers due for this week. I can’t imagine how I managed to live without a car. I almost didn’t make it to the San Miguel Beer Oktoberfest event for bloggers held at TasteAsia last Friday since I didn’t have any means to go there. Good thing my mom dropped by to pick up my laundry so she drove me to SM Mall of Asia after she, my ninang, Bryan and I had a sumptuous dinner at Nasi Lemak. And of course, there was Pedro who rode the taxi with me back to QC at 1:00 am and made sure I arrived home safely. I so love my friends!

With Joboy back as good as new, I’m now scared of going too fast or driving at crowded places for fear of giving him another dent. PTSD, perhaps?

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