Of Corona Beers and Volvo rides.

Little by little, I am starting to find "life" in being here on my own.

Well, not that I have not been living it. Just not totally enjoying it.

Today was different.

My "vecino" came barging in my office door just when I was about to leave the office. In his big chucky voice, Christian blurted out "Vecina, what are you going to do tonight?" Nonchalantly, I said "nothing"--although I had my pile of laundry to do. Then he said "Ok, we'll go out tonight for some drinks with Alejandro and Claudia. Do you want to come?"

I paused for a while. But this hasn't been the first time he invited me out. I've turned him down twice already. Not because I didnt want to, but because I was too shy to go out and meet new people.

But he has been nicer to me these past few days. And besides, he is my favorite vecino. That's neighbor in spanish. Plus, he gave me a car for christmas. A toy one though. And so I said yes.

Five minutes before we were about to go, I chickened out. I didn't want to go anymore. I felt sick. I wanted to be sick. I was thinking about going to the bar and not dressed up really fancy. And I didnt want to talk to other people and talk in english. I wanted to do my laundry and I wanted to just sleep.

But I never really got to do that lame excuse. He came right down my door just before I could finish my script. So like a little girl, I followed this tall guy down the elevator and up the elevator again to pick up his car in the garage.

Long story short (plus one fancy car ride later), I was there -- sitting outside the Novecino bar where I took Dave's picture when he was here for the first time--living the "life" I only see on tv..

I had so much fun that I felt guilty for ever thinking of trying my lame excuse not to go. I did have fun.

One would smile looking at us from afar. I would if I could. Christian is Guatemalan. Alejandro is from Honduras. Claudia is Mexican. And I was the little girl from the Philippines.

My stomach hurt from too much laughing. Alejandro was a really really funny guy. The laughs we had were at Christian's expense but it was all worth it. We had a lot of funny stories--similar stupid things we did when we all started living here on the land that is not our own. It was nice looking back. It was a validation of the things that we had accomplished. Then they couldn't stop laughing at my stupid stories...washing my clothes in the bath tub for 4 months coz i was too shy to ask how the washer/dryer works...not knowing how to move the car seat forward...fainting at Costa Rica in front of all the big bosses...not looking like my age and security guards asking for my ID when I get inside casinos and bars..

Alejandro's stories of traveling an hour everday going to work and Claudia's experience in sleeping in a parking lot were remarkable--enough for me to say that I wasn't as miserable as I thought I was. Talking with them made me realize just how lucky I was--I am--with all that was 'handed' out to me. Christian insisted my employment was not an entry level. They all stressed I was lucky I had the greatest boss in the whole wide world. Plus, I was in the best department in the whole building. Having my own office was just an icing on the cake.
In between the fun and the laughter were stories of living away from the family, of getting married, of future, of losing and finding friends. Alejandro was insisting on the need to find real good friends. I was in the company of one.

I could not describe how thankful I am tonight for breaking out of my shell to meet new people. I can't stop thanking Tiana (that's how Alejandro calls Christian) for dragging my butt off my laundry..

I'm now looking forward to many more Fridays of laughter and cheers. I'm finally trying to break off the routine. I realized I could always choose to do something else. I could learn to live life in a non monotonous way after all.

The night ended by 10pm and Christian dropped me off to my house.

I walked away with a smile on my face.

I'm now going to be known as The Little Girl from the Philippines Who Fainted

A Very Long Wait

I read a new article at the internet today that made me shed few more tears today.

It was Obama’s open letter to his daughters.

He talked about why he ran for President. his wish-list for his daughters on the kind of life he wants for them when they grow up (or something like that). He talked about his visions for the United States and what he will strive to achieve.

The 7th paragraph touched my heart in a different way.

Obama said he would strive to send young Americans to war ‘only for good reasons’, trying first to settle differences with other nations peacefully.

Perhaps for mothers, wives, husbands, daughters, sons, brothers, sisters, friends and relatives of any American, young or old, wearing a uniform and fighting a war that does not seem to end, they must be feeling the same feeling I have right now.

My heart is hurting too.

After what seems to be a very long time of finding and losing chances, Dave and I are finally together. A relationship built on strong friendship. With a funny marriage proposal, we planned on starting our lives together. Planned a quick wedding. Went to counseling. Postponed a wedding. Planning a big wedding.

But about a week ago, he started his training to go to war.

And as it has been for 21 years, we will be apart again. Me – here to continue planning a wedding. Him – off to Iraq to fight a war that is never his. For 400 days.

A year only has 365 days.

In the next few years, I could only hope that Obama’s words would come true. By then there will be lesser people like me who worries day and night, praying in silence that everything will be okay.

I know it will be.

It better be.

I can't have my wedding without my groom.

Uneventful

As an internet addict that I am – internet addict being someone who doesn’t have anything else to do – everyday, I get a lots of greetings from friends asking me how I am. Sometimes, the answer has been generic, often answered without thinking. “Im ok” is usually the first one that pops out of the screen. Sometimes ‘Im good’, often “ok”. It’s good enough that they see that im ok. The tears that fall out as I type the words “Im ok” doesn’t have to be highlighted.

My day is almost always the same. The alarm hits at 6:15am. I get up. Turn it on snooze then sleep back in. Dave would call at 630am, I say hello and then I would ask him to call me back (which means wake me up again) at 7am. He would, by the dot, call me again at 7am. Then I’d look at the door and I could see the morning light creeping in, so I get up. I make coffee, cook rice, turn the shower on (coz it takes a while for the heater to work, that means more water wastes) and look in my closet and figure out what should I wear for today – all in 3 minutes. Then I hit the shower, dress up, take it off, look for another set of clothes, stand in the chair inside my room so I can see my feet in the mirror, take out my breakfast from the microwave then blow dry my hair while I drink my coffee. The clock hits 735. Then I would put on my company badge (never leave home without it or I cant make the elevator work), brush my hair, put powder on my face, go to the bathroom mirror to check my face, then go to my room to check my face again. Mirrors lie so I have to do it twice. By this time I would be putting my cellphone in the mp3 mode and sticking it in my slacks while saying goodbye to my mom or my sis on skype who has been there online waking me up since 6am. Get my bags, leave the house, lock the door, play my mp3 and walk off to work. I would usually finish 3 or 4 songs, depending on how fast the traffic lights change. Songs are usually accompanied by prayers of “Lord, please don’t let it rain” chants. I don’t want to be drenched when I get to the office. I call Dave and wake him up to walk me to the office. you can’t really make a sensible conversation with a sleepy person, but its enough to keep me company while I cross the streets.

Then I stay in the office for good 8 hours. Half of it spent on working, half of it on trying to look as if im working.

5:15pm hits the clock and I start cleaning my ‘made up’ desk mess. Pull my bags out of the drawers, tuck my mp3 on pockets and head out the door after shutting down my laptop. I would pray silently that I don’t have anybody with me at the elevator…I just don’t like looking awkward in a silent space. Dave usually calls me by the time I head out the door so he can walk me home.

Then i walk and walk and walk. This time takes a little more time to get home. Traffic lights change colors a little bit longer. When I get there, I open my mailbox—which is usually empty but I like to pretend I correspond with a lot of people—then head inside my home. Put down my bags, turn my laptop on, turn the tv on, change clothes, wash dishes, cook rice, think of what to eat for dinner, then microwave some stuff. Sit in front of the laptop, turn the tv on mute and start chatting with my mom. Wait for another hour till my old coworkers get to their offices, buzz them, chat with them for a while. Wait for people to buzz me, thinking of who to buzz too. Dave calls me around 9pm, ask me if I ate dinner already then I eat dinner coz I forgot I haven’t eaten dinner yet. We get on skpe, see each other, smile at each other and then make fun of each other. We talk and surf the net at the same time. he talks about his day and I talk to him about my day while chatting with lots and lots of friends. Multitasking 101. so good at it. then we get tired and sleepy and he tells me that we should sleep already so we say our good nights. He sleeps and I pretend to be asleep. I go online until 1am. Then I go to sleep.
Then another day comes and the same thing happens.

It has been a routine. No I am not complaining. I like it the way it is. Silence tames me. it’s relaxing and soothing. i can hear my thoughts much more clearer.

A few months back and it has been more ‘rigid’. Clothes to wear and lunch were prepared the night before. Waking time was way much earlier. Walking time started way earlier. On the dot, by the dot. But I learned to just relax and enjoy the ride.

But the next few weeks are going to be a lot more quiet. Waaay way quiet. Dave wont be here to call me and wake me up in the morning. He wont be calling me during lunch. He wont be calling me anymore to walk me to work or walk me home. He wont be calling me in the evenings and wont be forcing me to go to bed

I guess it’ll be a much lonelier life.

It is again back to the old life.

Thank God I have internet.

Buzz me more, people.

Happy

I was watching a movie on TV today --bummed as ever on weekends, Dave's on base doing training-- and as usual, tears rolled as the credits did. The last line hit real hard. "Life does not always turn out the way we planned it." True. And I cried all the more.

Perhaps I will never end my rant on me living a new life--a life I never planned. As usual, I could go on forever telling everybody that I had all my life planned back home, in my home country -- and then in a wink, everything changed.

Maybe the difference with this blog is this: This time, I now know that it's meant to happen. That I am meant to be here.

That I am meant to go through all those pain to be where I am right now.

To be who I am with now.

To be as happy as I am now.

.Dreamworks.

I remember seeing myself with my head up in the sky… amazed by the fireworks as the castle changes colors every minute or two. From green to red to orange to blue to sparking white, the castle was picture perfect. Illuminated by a thousand crystal lights, the fireworks above it made it all the more perfect.

The lights danced – with the tune of Dreams Do Come True in the background.

Sitting in the pavement in what looked as if the most perfect spot in the whole kingdom, with one hand on my digital camera and the other hand being held by best friend, I was more than amused. Everything just took my breath away.

I was at the happiest place on earth with the man who made me the happiest girl on earth. With a ring on my finger and a veil on my head, I could not help but sigh and give thanks.

Everything was magical. Truly magical.

Everything just made me feel that every little thing is going to be alright.

I remember sometime two years ago, I couldn’t sleep then and I wrote a blog about the things I wanted to do before I die. I remember I wrote that someday soon I will be at Disney and that someday soon I am going to see the world. I didn’t know then when would that happen, but I figured it does not hurt to dream big.

And now everything seems to be falling in its place. The tick boxes have been marked. Check check check. I’ve done what I wished but never really thought that I could do.

I looked over at my left and my smile even grew bigger. There could have been no perfect person to be in this place but with him.