happy 30th!

Just a while ago, I’ve been witnessing the fragile corners of the bed-tucked, snoring city; knowing for the fact that it had a busy and tiresome night. Such situation isn’t new to me. I used to be awake at these times to still look for fun. People are now exiting the so-called “Flyday” ambience and is seeking for the warm hugs of Mr. Pillow and Mr. Blanky. They’re like zombies walking home as the red rays of light starting to appear and overcome the pitch black sky.



I am not here to witness the battle of those conqueror-like activities, nor seeking for a 500 peso bill on the streets to fill the empty stomach of mine; but I’m here for a reason way too important than that, a mission that is challenging my ego. A mission that needs to be accomplished before she wake’s up, despite that my bed is calling me to come back, despite that I disobey her again(la q nananghid…patay! surprise man gud ni). But I have to- this is for her.

After minutes of looking for the perfect spot for the operation, I seem to find this simple and
cheap internet café.

“Log-in ko nong…”

“(Yawn)PC 8…”


PC 8? Eight...this number seems to wield some amount of magic, sufficient enough to bend my lips upside-down. As I slowly walk towards the PC, my mind seem to reminisce the time I asked her, her favorite number. From all of the numbers she dictates, eight was the only number that she has a reasonable explanation as to why she likes it. Childish you might say but she likes it because it illustrates an endless love. She says that if you try to scribble such number, there seems to be no ending. Just like in a relationship, she wanted to feel that way - an endless one. Yep! I’m smiling for I’m here because of that childish girl. :)

As my gluteus maximus is already comfortable, my phone vibrates. Si mama ng-miss call. I think she finds out that I escaped my beauty rest. Not now ma…what’s my alibi? Nag-jogging q ma?wait! 2:00 in the morning mag jogging? I don’t know what to reply, I just deleted the message.

Deleted

2:30am na diay?la pa q kaxugod…

Okay…start na…


It’s been 7 months already that I last updated my blog. And I know I never leveled-up. I’ve been a pathetic blogger. A dismal writer. Wrong spelling bisag naka Microsoft word with auto spileng. Wrong gramming, bisan naka indicate na ang red line. Long introduction na pa-around the bush na waley au with corny jokes…ga-try pa q ug sulat? The hell I care, a famous writer once said:

“How can you see the value of the words that comes from your heart if you’re having a difficulty in expressing it.”
-ren angelo elevera

Nakahimu jud q ug ahat na saying…hahaha…bitaw…I’m here to express what my heart is trying to say. For all these years, my heart still beats for that girl.
Ehem. Here goes nothing…



30 months and 2hours and 45 minutes, I’ve been with you. Loving you, with all my heart. I know I’ve been a bad boy for the past days. But sa aqng feelings nmu, wala jud na nah uxob… I want ma cge q say ani niya. But I know she hates me. I know wala na xa trust nq. I know coz the she ain’t sweet na…I know…because I’ve been a bad boy. I’m sorry. So sorry baby.

Rina Marie Salem Rubia, I call her baby, was the reason why I’m awake. 30 months and 2hours and 50 minutes, she has been my girlfriend. I love this girl so much that everything that I believed na everything jud, aq na gihatag tanan… to reiterate that, TANAN jud! I love her despite sa mga painful pasts. I changed myself as someone she likes, I’m afraid what will happen kung I’m not like what she wanted, does she’ll lose interest?

Baby q? You have everything that I need. The love that I needed. I want to thank you sa mga times for being there with me, especially sa mga times when I need you the most. I want to thank you sa dili pag give-up nako…bisan cge nq kasala, na cge na paulit-ulit aqng sala…ng-dugay jpun tah…I want to thank you for simply being there for me. You’ve been a great impact in my life. You did changed my life – literally! Always tikaw ma-think, pag-mata and before mu sleep…haiz…always jud na baby q…mwuaah! baby? Could you believe it? We lasted this long? 30 months…or 2 years and 6 months…hihihi..mwuaah!

I’m sorry about the body of this post. I can’t seem to understand the things that I have been typing. A liquid substance is blocking my eyes. And I can’t stop it as its starting to fall. Gubot man jud and message bhe, but I know somehow, in the simplest way I can, I was able to let you glimpse what is inside my heart.

i'm here to post this simply because today is our 30th monthsary, one of the most anticipated days of the year. And i'm happy reminiscing the past with you. And i can attest to the world that every moment with you is worth it!

baby q? happy 30th monthsary…mwuaah!mwuaah!

dugay-dugay najud diay tah sa? Dugay-dugay na jud diay ang mga antos na nahitabo…from the tago-tago, to the moments na na-stop, to the pag-balikay, to the revelation, sa mga tears sa panyo, sa t-shirt, sa pillow, sa shoulders…sa gas na sayang sa pag-laag natu bisan-asa…sa pag-laag sa sibulan ma gabii and kadlawon, to tanjay, dauin, sa mga kuleet moments natu…sa mga paak nmu nq…sa mga waley jokes nmu na mukatawa nalang q to show respect kay uyab man tkaw…sa mga warm hugs and sweet kisses…haiz…dugay-dugay najud…



For all the tears and laughters we’ve shared, do you think I’ll find myself with someone else pa? I know that I don’t deserve you, that you deserve someone better. Someone that can give anything you want, things that u must have. Someone that has ALL the characteristics that you wanted that I don’t have…someone like Coco? Hihi…I know that someday, you won’t be able to be with me, that I can no longer place my fingers between yours. That I’ll be missing your strawberry-flavor lips…I know that time may someday come. But I want you to know that bisan mahitabo na bhe, dili tikaw makalimtan…that in my life, I experienced to love someone so much…a memory that must never be forgotten…na naka uyab q ug angel…na gina hatag ang tanan just to show love.

I love you so much bhe!



i know i can never be a prince charming but i tried to be the best prince charming you could wished for. stay cute and bubbly my princess...mwuaah!



still wishing for a forever with you...

love,
ren

best gift



i knew she was able to buy a gift for me...i knew she will surprise me...ha!i was right upon seeing her bringing a box finely wrapped with expensive cloth-thingy...in my mind i knew it was something nice...i knew it was something worth it because my baby will never give anything that is not presentable or pretty(of course,knowing on the fact that i am her boyfriend,so i was expecting better...)as i was slowly opening the box,in my mind i was hoping for a shirt, maybe because i am eager to have another new shirt;or a pair of pants because she once asked me if it would be okay if she will be buying one for me...but whatever it would be,it would be the best gift(only gift received...haha)knowing it was given to me by my baby...

as i opened the box and saw right in front of my eyes the thing my girlfriend put great effort on, my eyes suddenly had an itch on it due to the upcoming liquid substance that is about to spill out...

damn!

it's a pair of shoes!

a Nike Classic Leather Cortez to be exact...i was really surprised!my baby was joking a while ago that she was not able to buy any gift for me,a while ago i was thinking it would be just a not-so-expensive gift,a while ago i was hoping it might just be a branded shirt or jeans on a mild expensive yet a reasonably price, but what i've been holding was a pair of new NIKE shoes!

as i look back at her, my eyes gave up and my tears are falling...i cried because i knew she bought the shoes with the honorarium she just received...she was supposed to use the money for her own needs or satisfaction,not to buy it for me...i believe she didn't use the money so that she can buy me those pretty sneakers...

with the sneakers was a card...i want to read it but she told me to read it when she's not around(next post napud tong about wahat's inside the card baby q huh).

"okay!" then i automatically went silent...

she then saw the liquid substance

"nanu cry man aqng baby?"she asked...

i replied "pasagdia q bhe...don't worry,im not crying coz im sad...im crying because i am happy"

she let me cry on her shoulders while i hugged her tight...

the very reason why those tears aren't planning to cease falling is because i have felt that my baby do love me so much...the reason why she didn't use the money,the reason why she bought an expensive gift,the reason why we're there together on that room is because she loves me...she loves me more than i know...she loves me that i couldn't believe...she has proved me that she really does....she have proved me wrong that she won't be able to prove to me nor let me be able to feel that she loves me that much...she did it...

writing on this blog can't express how happy i am on my birthday...u know you are the reason...you made my birthday not just a special one but rather be one of the best moments worth to remember that our relationship has to offer...

baby?my princess?baby qleet?rina marie salem rubia?thank you...thank you for everything...i love you so much!i will keep you forever...i will never let you go...we will forever be lovers...i will keep and protect "us"

thanks for the birthday...<3

i love you



when I was a kid, I find angels so remarkable…with their angelic face and sanctified appearance, they made you blessed and closer to God… they say that once in your life your guardian angel will save you…and on that very time you’ll be able to meet him/her…this made me eager to meet my guardian angel to know him/her…he might be one handsome young man with innocent face and buffed body to protect me or just a simple yet she might be so beautiful who smiles and keeps your weary away…

years have passed and this dream for an encounter of an angel has ended. I had already met my angel at the age of 19…not just I know her, she actually became my girlfriend… she has this angelic face that would probably makes you melt when she stares at you…an astounding charisma that would shake your soul off…a soft voice that eases your fatigue…tantalizing eyes that gives her another impression and those alluring lips that slowly tempts you to come closer to her…

yep! my angel…who’s always there for me…who’s there to guide me, to teach me what to do, to tell me to move on and not to give up easily, the one who’ll make me smile when everything turns back at you…the one who gives me strength at times when the worlds are crashing unto you…

for all this time, she’s always been there for me…but my “thank you’s” aren’t just enough to please her…I love her so much…I consider myself to be the luckiest person alive for being the lover of the most stunning angel God has ever created…

so baby?my angel…allow me to tell you how grateful I am to call you mine

baby? I love you…you mean so much to me…and I don’t know how things will be working out when you’re not mine anymore…you’ve been with me for almost almost 2 years na and I’m used to have you at my side…thank you…

baby, you’ve been my inspiration…the reason why i’m like this…

I used to go out with friends and have fun till dawn…
I used to do vices that are not good…
I used to play on girls and consider relationship a game…
I used to be an insignificant fool who only think of having fun…

I used to be…but things change when you came into my life…

I never go out with friends and have fun till dawn…I don’t even go out unless my mom ordered me to do so or something important must be done…
I had never come back to redo the bad vices from the past…even if temptations are stronger this time, the stare of my baby is far way too powerful for me to handle…

We had memorable moments together that every time I think of these times, it’s as if I’m floating in heaven…it relaxes me and makes me smile at once…the feeling is so amazing…



do you still remember the time when we climb the hill in amlan? Where we took some pictures and even lie down on the grass?
do you still remember when we had swimming in baybayon? where you had to slide down and I was there waiting to catch you?
do you still remember when we went to sibulan beach before I drop u home? I was still sick then but the enthusiasm of being with you is what I prefer?
do you still remember the time when we watch tom and jerry together with shing2?the same time we went to church then played at the park?
do you still remember our first pizza sa foodnet? where you draw your signature princess on the plates?
do you still remember the moment we took picture of a heart-shaped using our hands when we’re still on the boat going to cebu?
do you still remember the time when we still took pictures of us even if we’re beside the church during our free time?

these are just some of those cherished moments we had spent time together…moments which are still fresh to me…moments that are needed to be treasured…moments that shows evidence on how we truly love each other…

moments that until now we still keep on making...

For these past times, we have been spending almost all of our time together…we had our meals together, play games dim-wittedly, fought on little stuffs, tease each other, tell corny jokes, laugh, cry and have lots of “walei moments”…

My baby is an artist…

She enjoys drawing prince and princesses…her stlye is unique, and so cute to look at…simple but it makes you smile when you lokk at it because of the strokes that is endearing to your eyes…

This drawing is a proof of how good my baby is…she draw this one lst week during the time when we’re at the IRS waiting for our grade…she crossed-out the drawing because she said that I edited it daw…(sorry ‘bout it bhe…I just wanted to make it clearer because I’m planning to scan it and upload it…)



What I love about this drawing is that it portrays us…

So happy being together…we had promises together…and that is


I swear that I love no other woman and that I love you no other woman was ever loved.

thank you rina



you mean so much to me baby...

you are my sunshine, who keeps me smiling to things na mka pa sad nq...
you are my angel, who will always be there for me...
my hanky, someone who's there to share my tears with...
my pillow, who'll hug me and make me comfortabe till morning shines...
my mentor, who teaches me the right things to do...

things aren't the same anymore...the past ren i knw ain't this happy...the past ren hadn't encounter what true love is...and this girl right here, the very cute face present is the one who teaches the love no man has ever felt...

i consider myselfthe luckiest boy alive...for having an angel as a girlfriend...

mE, mYsElF, aNd i