what did i do today

woke up at 530am to the sounds of the SIlliman Church chimes and Don Moen music from the loudspeakers set-up at the amphitheater;

the rest of the time with him

got up from bed at 730am to go to the tiangge;

bought 160p worth of pork tiyan, 100p worth of scallops, 125p worth of fish, some spices and ten pesos of charcoal;

in front of the computer while is busy in the kitchen;

i did cook the rice;

fixed the inun-unan, the sinugba, the steamed scallops, and the rice unto th SM green bag;

sat on the pedicab for a ride to...

to Dream Park.

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it has been 0ne hundred and fifty-five nights since i found myself married to him. the nights and the days that followed were not always as cozy as those found in the romantic novels and movies. we fight about things that are seemed to be so important at one time that we then found out to be so trivial in the end.
when he is around, i found myself unable to finish the things in my to-do list, getting side-tracked by his wide smile, bedimpled cheeks an dopened arms. and when he is also around, i am also missing my time alone when i could do things at my on time.
but, when i imagined myself with the 155 nights without him, i only get a blank, bleak and black picture.
not the kind i want. not the type i want to have.
i want him. i need him. and i have got him.

nights (and days) with you

I have 1440 minutes in a day. Most of my time is spent with patients and working for the hospital. When I am not in my dorm room, it is either I am facing the computer screen to complete my writing assignments or trying to finish reading the book for the nth time.

When my husband is in town to be with me, I wish I could have more than the 1440 minutes. It is a dilemma. A routine that I have for so long can get awry and turn topsy-turvy leading to tension.

As much as I wanted to be with him, I sometimes would prefer him to come on those days when I do not have deadlines to meet and there are no 24-hour duties to make.

I find it hard to concentrate on the things I needed to do for work and be a wife, at the same time. I have to make an effort to let him understand why I am working with such hours. I do understand that it is not easy for him to be waiting on me. I can feel how frustrating it is to have not all the time for each other.

We talk but we do not understand each other's point of view. We talk again to again and sometimes we cry until a compromise is met.

Then we go to sleep late in the night, wake up to a new morning and do things in between.

getting it right on the second try

i found an old friend from college through facebook and he asked me if i have a blog site.
i had one before but i did not get to the point of really writing.... or blogging, might just be the right term to use.
i find it exhausting memorizing the passwords.
i would not use the same password after my email account was hacked.
but how hard can it really be, when all i needed to do is just to follow the prompts.
right.
i followed the prompts that is what i did, but i did not get it right.
wrong email.
password erased.
i just couldn't get it right.
what did that old proverb say?
try and try until you succeed.
i tried it again.
i have succeeded.
now, if i can only find something sensible to write.