I didn’t study for three straight days for this video.

The video was a last-minute surprise for Bee. He was going out with his friends to Sagada on his birthday. I was getting lonely. So I decided to surprise him when he get back with a video montage for his birthday. The plan was simple: get his friends to make a video/picture greeting for him and compile them in a video montage. The first problem I encountered was how to contact his friends.

You see, we don’t exactly have the same circle of friends. I only have a glimpse of who among his friends were close to him from the handful of testimonials he had in friendster. Bee’s not as active as I am in facebook and rarely does he go out with his friends. So you see, what I hatched was not as simple as I thought it would be. I originally had planned sending out unwanted private messages to his friends from my facebook account but alas, facebook tagged me as a spammer after sending out 20 messages in about three minutes and blocked my private messaging privileges. Although I’ve read that it only takes a day for the ban to be lifted, time was of essence since the clock was ticking away. I then decided to do the unthinkable: come up with a good white lie to get Bee’s facebook password so I can PM his friends from there. Fortunately, he gave them to me and since he was going away, I thought he wouldn’t have access to his facebook account for the whole duration of the trip. So, imagine how aghast I was when he told me the inn they were staying at had free wifi. OMG. There’s wifi in Sagada? Who would have thought?!?! I ended up checking his facebook account every now and then to intercept the messages of his “pasaway” friends who kept on replying to my messages through PM even if I explicitly told them to communicate with me through my email account. Goodness.

I thought I was successful, after all, I was able to read the messages intended for me before he did. I was hoping that in the end, I will show him the video and he’ll be so caught up with the surprise that he will give me a teary-eyed thank you. Until one fine day after his birthday, someone replied back to my PM and unfortunately, I wasn’t there to delete it. Great. Just great. So much for surprises no?

And before I forget. I ended up doing a video containing just his pictures I was able to scour from friends and from my own sleuthing. What about the greetings you say? Turns out his friends have their hands full contrary to what I thought. I only managed to gather less than 10 greetings. *sigh*

Anyway, enough of the hullabaloo. Here’s the video montage I made through Animoto.com. This video is extra special for me, but I’ll dwell on that in my next post-Bee Day entry. Ciao!

P.S. Probably on his 26th birthday, I’ll just give him a set of male enhancement products. Just kidding!!!!

I couldn’t help not to smile with what happened to me earlier. I was on my way back to the doctor’s callroom when I almost bumped into my new crush. I was about to walk down the stairs and he was incidentally climbing up and we were both on the same side of the staircase. To my shock, I suddenly blurted a shy “Hi doc” to which he replied with a simple hello. My heart was fluttering. Haha. I went back to the unit to check on my patient’s chart and we were standing side-by-side at the nurse’s station. I wasn’t minding him – or at least I was trying not to – but I swear I saw him look at me in my peripheral view. When he finished with what was doing, he tapped me on the back as he was about to leave. Hehe. I wish he didn’t notice that silly smile plastered across my face. Haha. Talandi!

At times like this, I wish Jen or Jessa were here. Back when they were still around, I’d immediately text or call Jen or Jessa and tell them about this very silly and childish fangirl stuff. Too bad I only have Mela now.

On Saturday will be their 40th day from death and we’ll be celebrating a mass for them. Mela and I are going shopping tomorrow for the things we need for the offertory. Who knows? I might be able to snag a few things for summer like discount shades from Fly Wear or a cute summery blouse to wear for my trips. Exciting.

And yeah before I forget. Of course this is just a fangirl thing. I still love Bee. Much. =)

Having realized how the last movie we saw together on the big screen was Cinemalaya’s Imoral (an experience which deserves a new entry altogether), a movie date was immediately drawn out on the draft board. We weren’t sure what good movies are out for this week but we figured out it’s high time that we add another movie in the already very outdated list of movies we’ve seen. The lucky pick was Babylon A.D. at Trinoma and it wasn’t until when Bee jokingly added how the movie date’s going to be like the very first one we had that it occurred to me how it’s been almost a year since we technically “met”. How the two of us ended up together two years after we met online is not really something we hid from the people we knew. In the modern times, a story like this is a classic: a friendship transcending from cables, wires and fiber optics to the “real” physical world is not something novel. But I guess, it’s never passe when things – especially good ones – happen right smack at your face.

The plan was to see a movie, dine out and perhaps drop by the coffee shop where we first met (clue: it’s the one right in the middle of a beautiful garden) – just like the what we did almost a year ago. The fact that it wasn’t really my idea to “relive the moments” to begin with made the plan more heartwarming – you know, the tickle-to-the-bone kind. Sadly the “date that was” was never relived. We missed the movie altogether because the queue at CD-R King was too long. It would have been really funny if we were actually able to retrace our steps to when we “started” and lived the day as we had it a year back (minus the stress, extra flabs that warrant the best diet pill in the market). Disappointing as it was, at the end of the day, the only thing that would have mattered is that at least we were together, right?

I now regret having gone out yesterday to shop instead of going straight home.

Yesterday, because classes end early for us during Wednesdays and incidentally class would start late for us today due to some change in sched, I decided to go out shopping to relax. I ended up spending more than 3 hours at the mall instead of the planned one hour because: 1) it took me more than an hour to pick out my new shoes from the racks; 2) another hour to choose what to buy for my godchild’s birthday party on Sunday and; 3) another hour to have dinner (albeit alone).

I was so tired already when I got home and soon, I was already off dreaming about Caribbean cruises. The next thing I know, it’s already September 5 and I haven’t finished anything.

I envy my roommate for having perfected the craft of time management. It’s something that I obviously, obviously lack. I should have listened to my homeroom teacher from way back grade school when she was trying to make us learn how to manage our time wisely. Now I’m suffering. Great job Mnel for playing Miss Know-It-All. You deserve more than a pat on the back. A head blow, in fact.

Sometimes, just a simple gesture is enough to make you happy and kiss your worries away.

I have a bad prognosis for the Neurology exam that I took this afternoon. I think I got some concepts messed up while I was taking the exam. I am not sure if I got enough correct answers to make me pass that first exam – nevertheless, I feel disheartened and disappointed with myself because I knew I would have done a whole lot better at that exam if only I came in more prepared. But things have passed and there’s no use crying over spilled milk. I’m spending another all-nighter cramming for one of my major subjects and I was actually at that point when I’m already panicking. You see, I think I have panic anxiety disorder. I get palpitations, my tummy starts to act all messed up and I get dizzy when faced with such kind of pressure (Sorry, I ain’t Janina San Miguel who’s “not feeling any pressure right now“. LOL) I was actually close to tears. And then, my cellphone started to beep: it was a message from Bee saying he’s coming over from work and we’ll be having dinner together. I think I felt my heart fluttering. You see, in the past few weeks, we only see each other once a week because we both have responsibilities to attend to and usually, we get to see each other only during the weekends. But there it was, typed out in an SMS message that he’s coming over. Have I been good for the past 6 months that Santa’s already giving me an early present for Christmas?

I won’t be able to cram even half of what I need to know just a few hours before I take the exam. I’ve come to terms with that already and I’m good. But these sweet gestures from him – to drop by, feed me some pizza, give me the extra push that I need and just hug me tight when I feel like crying already – are more than enough fuel to keep my fire going and believe that I can do even the most impossible right now.

I have barely nine hours to study; given the condition that I won’t sleep a wink tonight. But I don’t really care that much anymore. I’m just filled with joy that someone out there still believes in the things that I can do.

I popped the “when-did-xxxxxxx-introduce-you-to-his-parents” question to a very close college buddy over at YM. I know, you might be wondering why I felt the need to ask that question when I did have a (foiled) five-year long relationship tucked under my belt. But you see, there are a million and one reasons why the two serious relationships I have and had are poles apart. For starters, my ex’ parents actually knew me before we even started dating. That’s the perk of being childhood buddies. You can get away with the awkwardness of having to introduce the new girlfriend/boyfriend to the family. The introductions can go as informal as “Ma, Pa, kami na ni _____” or sometimes family members can just assume that you’re finally together when he brings you home more often than he used to. The present situation is a different case altogether. We’ve already started seriously going out even before both our parents knew us. And by the word “knew” I mean just knowing that the son/daughter has been officially fished out of the dating scene. Read the rest of this entry »