Not so lucky day

I woke up at 6am today beside my boyfriend, feeling the heat of his body against mine. I placed my hand on his forehead to feel if he still has fever and the unusually high temperature affirmed. I got out of bed to prepare him breakfast – oatmeal, as he requested but ended up eating it myself because he “doesn’t want to make me his mother” and he prepared his own oatmeal/coffee and bread for breakfast. After finishing my cup of oatmeal, I took a bath and prepared my things and myself for school. I bid my goodbyes first to Ate Dindi, who was then going to take a bath, then to the married couple Ate Nica and Marvin, then to the cutest little boy on Earth, Enzo and lastly, to my dearest beb. I have made my goodbye kisses (yes, with es) to him intentionally noticeable and perceptible to who’s inside the apartment, especially to Enzo, who then went outside as I walked away from the screen door and said, “Gah, gah.. kiss.”(Gah is Girl in adult human language) I run back to him and kissed him goodbye.

The new shoes I am wearing starts to hurt my right foot and I can’t walk as fast as before. Good thing, despite the slow walking, I got in the train just a bit past 8. As I walked out of the elevator at Buendia Station, the train was already there, doors open and so I rushed in. The train was full today, unlike the days before. Getting off at Quezon Avenue Station, the line of people taking the train going up north was unbelievably long, from the security check to the ground floor, which was two return stairs high. I wonder if there’s a bus strike today. I had a hard time going down the stairs as my shoes slips off my right foot, but then I managed to get on to the UP Campus jeep and arrive at my class earlier than my professor.

As I sit right smack at the center isle at the back most portion of the room, my professor came in, greeted us ‘Hello’, turned on the light and put out the chalk, readings and the seat arrangement from his black back pack bag. He then looked at me, seemingly amazed and confused at the same time about this student right in front of him and said in his gay voice, “I didn’t see you last time,” to which I replied, “I was absent last time.” I didn’t see it coming, him noticing someone in his class is absent given his unstoppable train of thoughts expressed with an overly unmanly conviction.

When I got to the library after my second class, the librarian lectured me again about returning reserve books properly. Apparently, my senility attacked me again last Friday when I left the book I borrowed from the reserve section on the table, which means they have my ID. It was the second time I have done that and I was told so and also about my liability just in case it got lost or something. I apologized, and now I am writing this blog.

I just received a text message from my beb saying that he’s feeling better now and eating honey oat loaf. The day has not ended yet, maybe it’s not an unlucky one at all… I still have 12 hours to go.

Awake

This morning as my head comfortably lies on his shoulder, I said to myself, “There’s no other place in this world I’d rather be. I can stay in these arms forever; this is where I want to be for the rest of my life.”

I found the perfect place on Earth without even going so far, without travelling to many places. I woke up this morning feeling happy with my life, with what I have right now and more importantly, with whom I am with. That is not the first time I felt that. I felt that long before I realized how perfectly we complement each other, and how perfect the feeling of being merely beside him is. This morning I felt like there’s nothing more missing in my life. I got all I need right beside me. How many people on earth can be this happy?