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January 20…
It may seem like just another date to most people. To the citizens of America, it’s when their presidents get inaugurated. To my friend David, it’s his birthday. To me, it was “officially” the beginning of an adventure I thought I would never get the chance to experience. Exactly one year ago, I said yes to the unpredictable, unexpected, potentially dangerous, and frightening predicament of being girlfriend to one Jay Marquez.
About the same time last year, I had promised to write something on my blog about him. I thought this was the perfect time to.
I’m not going to tell you an entire story about how it all began. That part is best left in our memory. Let’s just say it was my best “summer fling.” The kind you would find in romantic comedies most of us realists would call, well, unrealistic. I couldn’t believe that it was happening to me. He was my colleague (his preferred term). A guy I saw at work. If not about work, our exchanges would only consist of topics about movies and music. He was the guy who called me “retard” because he thought my unusual ways were, well, retarded. The guy who came to my desk simply to bug me. Our relationship back then was devoid of any real depth. Little did I know that this guy would be the love of my life.
In the months that we grew close, I saw the person no one thought existed in him. I saw what he tried so desperately to mask. I saw him in his truest form. All of it surprised me. The jerky, obnoxious guy he presented himself to be melted away. He was the guy I was afraid he wasn’t (if that makes sense). I slowly learned that I could trust him. And I did. I fell in love. He was everything I thought couldn’t exist in one person. He was everything I was looking for wrapped in an unexpected bundle. He IS what all women hope to find.
But despite how we felt about each other, our relationship was met with disapproval and negativity. People led us to believe that we were wrong for each other. They didn’t understand what we had found. He were connected by an unexplainable, unknown thread. We had a foundation not all relationships are privileged enough to build on. We didn’t know how to explain it either. We didn’t know how or when it happened but we deeply felt it was all, cheesy as it sounds, destined.
We still feel the same way now after an entire year. Still unexplainable after all this time. Each day, he still amazes and surprises me. We just stick like glue. We still hate it when we’re apart. I cry when I miss him. He’s my sidekick in all my dreams and I in his. We are considerate of each other. Always looking out for one another. Never selfish. Always loving. That feeling of certainty we have for each other was never shaken. We never doubted for a second. And even if there are skeptics out there, we always just say, “we’ll prove them wrong.”
We have proved them wrong. Over and over. And we’ll keep doing so ‘til we die. You’re my world. I love you, my stingjay. Happy Anniversary to us.
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Finally. Set photos of Leo as Gatsby, Carey as Daisy, and Tobey as Nick. My excitement has multiplied exponentially.
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43 days ‘til…
gifts and money roll in!
Christmas is just around the corner and, just like clockwork, I received my aunt’s annual Christmas wishlist e-mail the other day. I now have to rack my brain to come up with this year’s list of material items I want to receive during this sacred holiday. You would think the idea of being able to get exactly what you want for Christmas seems gratifying but, if you have any experience with wishlists, this yearly obligation can be a chore. The reason is mostly because I usually don’t know what I want. Well, that’s not exactly true. I can name a ton of things I would even pay to have but most, if not all, of them are not exactly in the price range my relatives would think is “acceptable”.
Since I only have a couple of things written in my draft, I shall, in the meantime, simply list down the things that are on-the-top-of-my-list-but-most-likely-I-won’t-receive mixed in with a few “cross you fingers” items that are somewhat reasonable in value.
So here is my pretend wishlist:
1. ARMY NAVY’s Vegetarian Burrito
Okay, no. This isn’t really the type of thing I would put on my wishlist. But I am so hungry right now that I have been drooling over the Army Navy flyer I have stuck on my fridge for the last 5 hours. Right now, THIS is my number uno. You can throw in some cheese quesedillas too, Secret Santa.
2. Some Fluffs
XD I need a puppy
3. An itsy bitsy oven
This item is actually in my real wishlist. It’s a long stretch but I am counting on the amount of love that my family undoubtedly has for me. If I get this for Christmas, I am baking cookies for errbody.
4. True-to-life Rosie
So I can sit on my lazy ass while this badass motha can make my apartment clean again. I haven’t taken out the trash for days now.
I can’t think of any anymore. Oh god. I can’t even come up with a fantasy wishlist??? I am so sad. Wish me luck.
Now, would anyone like to buy me a burrito?
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v for vagina
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This is me at the moment. Moved back into my parents house a couple of weeks ago and I think I’m slowly becoming insane. Got so used to seeing my boyfriend everyday that I think I’m starting to get withdrawals. So much that I’m already beginning to take comfort from one of my pillows. Yesterday, I had a tiny fit because our house has terrible reception and I couldn’t send one single text to him let alone make a call. To make matters worse, my dad sold our van which completely eliminates my free-to-go-out-anytime privileges so I’m basically imprisoned. Someone help me.
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(via skulls-and-glossbones)
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This is my boyfriend. This is how he, literally, falls asleep at work. A stiff neck is in the works right there.
