Khristan's Party and the bees he brought with him

I mentioned earlier that Tan and I threw an advanced party for his birthday (which is on Thursday the 17th) and it was a lot of fun. I lost almost all of my allowance in the process, what with so much food to be cooked and alcohol to be bought, but it was fun.

The celebrants. 

Tan was so giddy it was ridiculous (and absolutely adorable)

We had a bonfire in our backyard.

(and Ruther would not leave it alone. Seriously. 

There were more than two photos of him tending to the fire)

King likes to bring random girls whose names we always forget, but she was nice.

My best friends Angelica and Anagem 

(and a photobombing pretty girl)

Of course there was booze.

Of course Tan had some of that booze.

What better way to use a cake box?

We had some laughs (and too much food)

and oh god he is so cute when he smiles.

seriously.

He was so cute I had to laugh.

They had this weird modeling thing going on.

(they're more vain than us girls were. We were laughing our asses off inside)

Then there was awkward staring between guys.

It was a fun night. We stayed longer than we should have. My friends and his friends bonded, and I've never seen my socially awkward best friend (the Angelica one) adapt so well to boys, let alone people. 

I hope you had fun, darling. :)

Bad dream.

3:28 am

I just woke up from a terrible dream that continued every time I would go back to sleep.  I can't sleep, my boyfriend isn't picking up (I'm a constant dreamer and when they're bad he made me promise to call him) and I am terrified enough not to want to leave my room and pee.

It wasn't the kind of bad dream that involved ghouls and whatnot, it involved my brother and sister. It came with two beginnings, how I got where I was in the dream and how my brother got where he was in the dream.

Orey and Nicole were with Papa for some reason, driving around in a green car. They picked up this beautiful woman who, for some reason, was supposed to help my dad out for a charity thing. They drove to this side street that looked somewhat reminiscent of that you would see in a Jackie Chan movie or something. The lady, who looked like the typical person who should be a Filipino celebrity worked at a 7-Eleven and my brother had this vibe about him that felt like he was Tan and not my brother. I don't think he even looked like my brother, it's a tad confusing.

I was with my mom and we were walking down from SM. She said she was feeling sorry for one of my classmates (who was my classmate last semester, in which class I also gave a bad evaluation to so I think she hates me in real life) so she decided she wanted to feed us both. She then held onto my mom and it was very strange, and the next thing I know I was on a bus to Manila.

Going back to my brother and sister at the side street, I saw my brother and the lady talking. I was there and I saw them, and my brother told me to go to my room. I did, and it looked exactly like the one I'm in now. While they were talking to each other I saw them agree on something. The next time I opened the door, my brother was on the floor and the woman was naked and chained and bloody. Her legs were open and they had cellphones.

I asked my brother what they were doing. He went into my room and told me they were earning money. It was scary to see that, and even scarier to hear that he could not leave. I told him we should go because Papa was waiting but he said that was the thing. He did nothing and the man who was paying him would come down the stairs (the place seemed very much like our house) every time my brother's alarm would go off. For some reason my sister was suddenly in my room with me, and we were stuck there. We couldn't leave because my brother's "boss" would kill us, and we couldn't call the police because as soon as the "boss" would hear them he would kill my brother and the anonymous woman.

Nicole and I were trapped for days, and my brother would no longer come and see us. For some reason I remember eating chicken with my sister, and giving her the piece that wasn't spicy so she could eat. I was terrified to leave her and find help but she and I were hidden and safe from the world because my room was a safe place. I went out and tried to run when the man went back upstairs. I tried to get my brother but he couldn't go. I had his phone and I used my own to call the police.

They came and saved other people, but failed to bring us along. I didn't know what to do. I brought my sister with me the next time the bad man went upstairs and the police arrived and put us in a tent. My brother still wasn't there. My sister and I were transported home to what looked like our house here in Baguio but was supposedly our house in Manila. My mother was home from Jakarta and she said we would be okay. I discovered that my brother's cellphone had a microchip tracker thing that let the bad man know where he was. I didn't know where my brother was and I was scared. I asked my mom if I could come back home so I wouldn't miss school but she said it might not be safe yet.

My nanny (who should be in Baguio) was there and the neighborhood even looked like the one here. She said a man had come to get us and he had a sword. He used it to tap our door constantly until he saw me peeking from the window. He looked straight up at me and I was terribly afraid. He started climbing our wall and he destroyed the window.

The last part of my dream involved trying to lock the door from the outside and miserably failing.

As I lay down to rest.

11.11.11 eh?

Tan and I threw an advanced birthday party for him because we reckoned he would have to spend his actual birthday weekend with his parents. I won't go into detail just yet because I am much too lazy to screen photos and put them on here. Anyway, the party was fun. At the end of the night (more like beginning of the next day) Tan lay down next to me and said it was "Friend appreciation day" because of how we grew closer to each other's friends at the party.

It was a good day overall. I'm glad to know his friends and to have at least some communication with them, and I'm glad he loves my friends as much as I love them. His friends are so endearing and funny and clever and sometimes not, they're so lovely to be around.

Now it is almost 11 in the morning, I am tired and I just showered and I am about to get some more sleep. As I lay down to rest I think about him. Yesterday wasn't only "Friend Appreciation Day" for the both of us. It was "We're-tired-now-but-happy-and-I-love-you-so-much-more-because-you-are-so-wonderful-I-will-sleep-next-to-you-now-and-embrace-you-through-the-night-with-a-smile Day" and I love days like those.

11.11.11 is the wishing day they say, but with Khristan everyday is the wish fulfillment day.

Goodnight, love. I will see you later.

Oh SLU. Oh "Light of the North".

Yesterday I was in line to add a subject I wanted to take just for the sake of learning. I hardly see anyone doing it— adding subjects they want to learn instead of adding subjects they need to catch up on or could use to be ahead of their curriculums. As soon as I got in, I was told to leave and wait in another much longer line because it did not matter that I wanted to learn the subject, they paid no mind to that explanation. Thanks. That was very helpful to the thirsty soul.

It's been a while.

There is much news to tell, but ever since I started this blog and looking at the statistics of its visit, I feel as though I've been speaking without being asked to (which I barely do, or at least I'm unaware of it).

Since my last number of dramatic "episodes" on here (what with the ex-boyfriend and the terrible month of March and the pain and suffering sweetness it brought) I have not been able to talk about my current fancies, my darling Khristan and my new boss— the cat.

1. I'm learning French. It's a struggle, and a really big one at that, but not big news. 
2. I have a cat. His name is Kwago and we adopted him (I don't really know why or how) from someone (I prefer not to name-drop but damn, is she awesome). He has a penchant for sleeping on my tummy or on Khristan's feet/legs (whichever he thinks is warmer) and he is a Bombay cat. He's very frisky. He runs around here like he's trying to catch something but I don't really see what it is he's running after and he has an escape route from cuddling, also known as my window. 
3. I am no longer vegetarian
4. Séamuis came to the Philippines but we were no longer together when he did.
5. I met a boy, fell in love with a man. *winks*
6. I just got home from Indonesia with said man
7. I still have PE (it's my last semester tainted by its existence– HALLELUJAH!)
8. I'm "writing" a "novel"
9. I'm still socially awkward.
10. I live away from my parents.

Kwago. My fat, snoring cat.

Khristan, my gorgeous boyfriend of six (almost seven) months

Love affair with the sun.

I've always had it. He has always been the object of my obsessions, but never completely.

Good morning, world. I write to you for he's cast himself upon my window this loverly morning to wake me, and I'm much too lazy to start getting ready for school

I'm not ready for school. I just want to stay here and watch the sun, wait for my beloved to come pick me up and just stay out in the sunlight.

But alas, I have P.E. today.

Good morning, world.

Khristan

Have i told you

How beautiful you look in the water

Glowing

Radiating into the world

Rock-solid

Gleaming

In your own light

That which you create with your eyes

Delightfully

You resurface

Oh that smile

Playful in its luminescence

And i grow steady,

Rock-solid

In your beauty

As if it were my own

I feel compelled to actually say something.

I've been attempting, for the last week, to write a novel. I am over 9,000 words behind my quota, and here I am being emotional over the death of one of my characters.

Also, hello to my new readers. :D The ones I know about will have a label on my visit-tracker-thingy in a jiffy. I need to get writing again. I actually have to start being productive, because I'm fat now and I feel intimidated by my siblings' constant displays of awesomeness.

Today I felt like I had to get working. I thought (I'm not saying I'm going to) of creating a schedule for my "novel" and french lessons, but I've yet to see the patterns of work and quality time, not to mention living arrangements I have this semester.

Where I am now, as I "write" my "novel" is in no way conducive to what I'm supposed to be doing.

 Hello Kwago

And so you see, I am not being productive, I am laying in a messy room, blogging from the shame of my apiary being empty for so long. I haven't told you about my honeycomb (okay that just made me barf inside but I'm using it for consistency of metaphors) and I will soon, once I'm settled down with schedules and tasks and my motherly responsibilities (no I am not prego, I'm lady-head of this household and I manage food and bills and all that jazz..more on that soon)

I just lost my train of thought, so I'll be back soon. Soon? I hope..?