False Awakening

Last night, I kid you not, I had a dream within a dream. 

So I had a dream that my whole family (including extended relatives) was at Joe’s apartment. My mother burst into Joe’s room and saw me lying on his bed. But she didn’t get angry. Instead, she was like happy and in a party mood. “Get up! The whole family is here! And Joe is waiting for you outside!” So I went out. But I saw Joe flirting with a Japanese girl and I was so angry that I woke up. 

I woke up next to Joe (who was awake, doing his homework) and I told him that he was cheating on me with a pretty Japanese girl. He said that it was ridiculous and it was just a dream and he kissed me and I went back to sleep. Then he said, “OOUUUCHHH! GAHDAMMIT!!!” 

Then I woke up (for real) because Joe hit his toe on the foot of the bed when he was trying to get water from the kitchen. He yelled really loud and woke me up. LOL!

Inception!

Reason Why I Cried on Valentines Day

So my Valentines Day went from good, to bad, to worst, then to awesome again. Here’s what happened. 

Good

I was wined and dined by the ManBearPig and I really appreciated it because he’s not at all into mushy Valentiney stuff. So kudos to him for trying. :) 

After my lovely Valentine dinner, I went back to work (yes coz I’m workaholic like that and my Valentine dinner was during my break). ManBearPig decided to wait for me to get off work, which meant another 1.5 hours.  

Bad

As soon as I got back to work, I was swamped with so much workload. I couldn’t wait to leave and be with ManBearPig again (who was at Friday’s drinking beer, waiting for me). An hour before my shift was over, I got called into a meeting. I thought it was gonna be just a 30 minute meeting, but I ended up staying overtime for another hour. 

I felt bad for making ManBearPig wait so long and I don’t want him sitting alone for so long. I couldn’t wait to get off the meeting. 

Worst

After work, I headed to Friday’s to meet ManBearPig. There, I saw him talking to a drunk Filipino guy in his 40’s. As soon as I saw him, I had negative vibes. I don’t like dealing with drunk people. 

ManBearPig introduced me to the drunk guy and he immediately looked at me from head to toe. “You? Dating him?” he asked, pointing to my boyfriend. I nodded. “Why are you dating her? Why aren’t you dating a fellow American? Why date a Filipina?” he asked ManBearPig. “Because she’s smarter than I am. And she’s kind and beautiful and perfect,” my boyfriend said.

The drunk guy shook his head and said, “BAAAH! She’s dating you only because you’re American. Only because you’re white!” He was getting all angry and started attacking me with hurtful words, which included “greencard”, “white is a better race”, “typical asian girl who’s into white guys”, etc etc… Some of them really hurt me. I tried to shoot back but his words were mean enough to pierce through me.

Turns out he used to be a migrant worker in the US and he suffered intense racism that’s why he had all this hate and bullshit. I should’ve felt sad for him because he experienced that, but I didn’t. I wanted to punch his throat and make him shut the fuck up. 

Needless to say, Valentines Day was ruined.  

We left Friday’s immediately and looked for other places. ManBearPig was trying to cheer me up by cracking jokes and saying, “Don’t mind him. He’s just some drunk asshole.” But I couldn’t. 

I had a rough time at the office and then followed by an ignorant drunk prick. I couldn’t smile. I was too affected by the mean words that man said. 

So I cried. 

Awesome

ManBearPig was caught off-guard by my crying. I was embarrassed to cry in front of him, but I couldn’t help my emotions. My Valentines Day was singlehandedly ruined by a drunk guy. He hugged me and patted my back.

“There, there. Don’t cry. You know you’re not the girl that asshole said you were. You’re far from it. Don’t mind him. He’s just some loser. You’re a strong, independent, intelligent woman who I really love.”

He was still making jokes and I finally laughed. He wiped my tears away and kissed me. It made me feel better. 

So yeah, that’s how my Valentines Day went. I’m glad it had a happy ending. I’m so thankful for my boyfriend. I love him so much. Happy Valentines Day, everyone! 

Mr. Not so Romantic turned out to be a romantic after all. <3

Piss of Fury

I am happy to announce that Scooter is already house-trained! I know beagles are one of the hardest to train, but boyfriend and I have successfully trained our puppy to go potty outside. 

When she wants to go out, she just grabs her leash and scratches on the door and looks at us as if to say, “I have to go potty now.” So cute! 

However, she still gives us her “piss of fury” when she’s angry or frustrated. Most beagles would just howl or bark when they’re frustrated, but Scooter’s different.

She’d pee a little bit on the floor, just small enough to make a palm-sized puddle, then she’d walk AND pee all over the floor/living room and we’re now faced with several mini pee puddles. 

I know better than to make this puppy angry. That’s why we spoil her. ;P

A Story of the Older White Man and his Young Asian Wife

[Disclaimer: too long, don’t read] The other night, Joe and I went out drinking. We were minding our own business when the people at the table next to us decided to say hello. The guy who said hello is a 65 year old French guy (let’s call him Francois lol) and he was with 3 young people. Seated beside Francois was a beautiful young Filipina woman, his young wife (who I learned later on is only 18). 

They are newlyweds (they just got married last November, when he was 64 and she 17). Joe and I looked at each other when we found out their age. 

Francois then decided to tell my boyfriend that he is lucky that he is dating a Filipina girl. He was like,

“Filipinas, they make the best wives! You’re lucky, Joe. Don’t let go of your girlfriend.” 

I smiled. I felt flattered. But then he added,

“They cook for you, do whatever you want, they don’t talk much, they’re screamers (*wink wink nudge nudge*)… just feed them money and they’re at your beck and call. They’re just the best!” 

I raised my eyebrows and was like “Excuse me?” Francoise further stated,

“I’ve been with so many women before, I don’t like European girls, they’re too stuck up. American girls, they don’t like my accent. I like Asian girls. I’ve been with Thai girls, Vietnamese girls, Cambodian girls… but I like the Filipinas the best. You just give them money and give their parents money and she’s yours forever. If she doesn’t do what you want, just threaten to leave her and she’ll be on her knees begging for forgiveness. I love it! They’re so submissive!”

At this point I was like “Oh no you didn’t” but I didn’t show it. I just kept my cool and poise. Joe just kept looking at me trying to tell me “control yourself” with his eyes.   

He was generalizing young Asian women as dependent on rich, older white men. I was fuming inside. I have nothing against May-December relationships. I just didn’t like what Francois said about money and “just threaten her that you’ll leave her and she’ll submit to you.” He was being a douchebag. So Joe was like,

“If I threaten her that I’ll leave her, Dimple will be like, ‘good riddance!’ Hahaha! She can have any man she wants and she can find one in a snap. But for me, I only got lucky with her. I don’t even know what she sees in me. But I’m happy with her. We’re both very happy with each other.”

And those words assured me that I really hit the jackpot with my Joe.

Then his wife said, “I’m so surprised your age is so close together! Most Filipinas I know who date white men are much much younger than their boyfriends.” She then asked me, “Does he [Joe] support you financially?” I was like, “No. We each have our own source of income. He never gives me money. I don’t allow him to.”

Then Joe said,

“I really am lucky to have my girlfriend,” (Francois nodded in agreement.) “She’s smarter than me, she graduated from the best university in the country, she doesn’t ask money from me coz she’s actually richer than me, she’s the one with the corner office. I’m unemployed right now, I’m just finishing school. She’s independent and she’s the most intelligent woman I know.”

He held my hand and squeezed it and I smiled at my boyfriend. He showed the French guy that not all Filipinas are dependent and money-hungry gold-diggers. The look on Francois’ face showed that look of yeah-you’re-lucky-she-doesn’t-ask-money-from-you-poor-me.

If his wife is happy cuddling with her douchey husband’s wrinkly naked skin in bed, then good for her. At least she’s happy. I’m happy, she’s happy, everyone’s happy, end of story.

Birthday Weekend!

So last Saturday was my 25th birthday. 

I didn’t throw a party because I didn’t really feel like it. I just watched a movie with my family and went to have dinner with Joe. I tagged my two sisters along because Joe told me he was gonna take me out for steak at my favorite restaurant and I know how much my sisters love steak so I asked Joe if I could bring my sisters along with me and he said “the more, the merrier!” Also, my little sister Dana has been mending a broken heart lately and I figured she needed the company. 

When we got to the restaurant, Joe was there waiting for us and he had flowers for me! He knows I LOVE receiving flowers and he’s not the romantic type of guy who would give his girlfriend flowers, but he did! He’s so cute hahaha! 

Flowers from my BoyToy!

After our delicious steak dinner, we headed off to Bugsy’s to grab my favorite White Russian and drank the night away with my sisters. 

At the end of the night, he pulled me in and whispered, “I am so lucky to have you.” I asked him why. He said, “It’s your 25th birthday. Your quarter-life. It’s a big deal. It was supposed to be our ‘alone time’. But instead, you invited your sisters (especially Dana) along tonight because you didn’t want her to be lonely. And I think that’s very self-less of you. And I love it. I’m so lucky to have you.”  And then he kissed me and told me he loves me. 

It was a simple birthday celebration, sitting at the bar, drinking cocktails with my boyfriend and my sisters. But what made it awesome was me spending it with the people I love. :) 

Shoulder to Cry On

My sister has been pretty much an emotional wreck lately. Hers is a story I am all too familiar with. She was in a long distance thing with him, then he flew here to spend the holidays with us and then he left and then he got all cold and distant and now it’s all turning into shizz. 

It’s almost (but not quite, for some other major reasons) the exact same thing I went through with Seton back in 2010. Long distance relationshit(?) turned sour. Sigh. I know what my sister is going through. That’s why I’m here for her. 

Moving on is hard, but it’s possible. Just take it one day at a time. Even Joe is in on this whole console-the-little-sister operation. He invited my sister out for drinks to make her feel better and less alone and he asked her to help him make snicker-doodles at his place. So sweet of him.

Sigh. Breakups are never easy. It’s sad seeing my sister this way. But it’s one of those things that you have to go through in life… 

Near Death Experience 97ft Underwater

So yes. I almost died during our trip! Here’s the story. 

Joe and I went wreck diving on December 30 with three French divers, one American, and our Italian dive master. We did a boat entry (meaning we entered the water backwards from the boat) and I immediately felt that something was off with my regulator (the thing that gives me oxygen underwater). I didn’t mind it and I continued to our rendezvous point in the surface. 

Once we submerged underwater, I instantly felt this really strong current and I gripped the mooring so it wouldn’t carry me away. We went down 10 ft… 30 ft… 60 ft… 80 ft… 90 ft… At this point, I felt that I could taste salt water. Every time I inhaled, I got these little bits of water in my mouth and I figured my regulator was leaking a little bit. But still, I didn’t mind it. 

We went down 97 feet and reached the shipwreck. It was a little dark coz the sunlight couldn’t reach all the way that deep. But there was still enough light for me to see the shipwreck and the huge fishes that swum around it. Then I took a deep breath.

But instead of air, I felt water in my mouth. 

I felt like choking and I was drowning. I reached for my emergency/secondary regulator but it was all tangled up in my BCD (the jacket that holds the oxygen tank) and I couldn’t get it off. So I swum to our dive master and signaled that there was something wrong with my regulator and that I needed to breathe in his emergency regulator. At first he didn’t understand my signals. He thought that I was pointing to him that there was something wrong with his regulator. I had no choice but to just pull it off from his BCD and breathe through it. AAAAH! OXYGEN AT LAST!

He finally realized that there was something wrong with my emergency regulator so he untangled it and once I was okay and not in a panicky mode, I switched to my own regulator. It was so scary. To think I almost filled my lungs with saltwater at almost 100 feet underwater. I think I had nitrogen narcosis for being down there that deep, which made me panic a bit. 

Once I regained my composure, I took a deep breathe of oxygen, signaled that I am okay again, and then went back to wreck diving. After about 28 minutes underwater, we went back up to the surface and had lunch and had a happy time. lol

Holiday Week

First of all, since I haven't been online for about... ages now, and missed out on all the greetings, here’s to all of you (even though it’s a bit late hehe): Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

So I’ve been gone for a while and I missed blogging! I have a lot to update you on so here goes! 

 We just spent Christmas at home. We didn’t travel somewhere this year. This is the first time in three years that we celebrated Christmas at our house. It was a happy time for me because I got to celebrate it with Joe. :) It was a couple-filled night because my cousins celebrated it with us with their significant others, and my sisters and their boyfriends were there too. I love Christmas!

Right after Christmas, Joe and I immediately traveled to Puerto Galera in Mindoro Island for our planned diving trip. It was mostly because I was gonna take my advance diving course (which I am now certified at!) The beach was very beautiful! It was very relaxing and the hotel staff was really nice. We were there for 5 days and I wish we stayed longer. I also really really liked my dive instructor, this Italian dude named Ermanno. He’s so cool!

I also had a near-death experience 97 feet underwater! But I’ll write about it more and in detail in a different post. :)

For New Year’s Eve, I didn’t get to spend it with Joe, hence I didn’t get my New Years Kiss. :( He wanted to spend it with me, but I didn’t want his mother to be alone on New Years so I just told him to spend it with his mom. She couldn’t spend it with us either because we all party so late and she’s too old to handle that. Nevertheless, Joe and I spent New Years Day together. 

We had fireworks and everything and it was all so fun until we heard people screaming and we saw this huge blaze just behind our house. We checked it out and our neighbor’s house was on fire! 

It was caused by the fireworks. There were 5 explosions because the house was filled with paint and propane tanks. It was so scary! Luckily, the firemen arrived just in time to put the fire out. 

Well, that’s about it. :) I hope ya’ll had an awesome New Years as well!

Making a Difference

My 25th birthday is in three weeks and I realized that I don’t want to spend it partying with my friends. Instead, I want do something meaningful…

So I called up Sister Adeline from the Camillian Sisters Nursing Home and told her that I want to spend time with the elderly on my birthday and that I want to give them food and a little party and give a small donation as well. Needless to say, she was very very happy about it. 

I cannot wait for my 25th birthday. Instead of clubbing and drinking cocktails, I’m spending my birthday money with the nuns and the elderly at the home. I really want to make a difference. Sister Adeline said that my party will be such a special gift, especially for those who were abandoned by their families and those who don’t have much time left to live anymore.

At least, I’m gonna make them smile. <3 

Shameful LOL Moment

Last night, at around 11pm, Joe went to visit me at work and then invited me to have a late dinner. I had dinner with him and then I went back to work after an hour. He texted me at around 1am saying that he was at Distillery, waiting for me, and that he had already ordered me a bottle of Strongbow. 

I told him I’ll just pack up, go home, change into normal clothes, and then go meet him. Distillery is our favorite hole in the wall bar and it’s just two minutes away from my office and just 5 steps away from where I live. As soon as I got home, I immediately changed into shorts and flipflops. 

After about half an hour, I got a text from Joe, “Where have you run off to? Distillery is just right below your place.” I replied with an “I’ll be right there” and hurried off. 

When I got to the bar, Joe was waiting for me, talking to the bartender, looking pissed because I let him wait for so long. I kissed him and then he said, “What took you so long? It usually takes you just a couple minutes to get dressed and come meet me. Now it’s almost 2am!” 

Yes, I was looking for a safety pin because my shorts don’t fit me anymore!!! Waaaah! I have gained so much weight on my midsection and hips, it’s not even funny!!! I was just wearing an oversized shirt so it could hide my open fly. Now I’m scared I won’t fit into my wetsuit for when we go diving in two weeks… :(