
yesterday is fiesta day (well, in my someone's place anyway), so i went to his house just in time for the fiesta dinner to start (another excuse for us Filipinos to pig out on all the sinfully good and greasy stuff that we usually have during such events).
it is always fun celebrating fiesta in their place. they have such extended and close-knit family, and it doesn't hurt that they all like me too (haha!).
the party is already in full swing, people are already eating, grease on their plates, bottles of empty and half-full softdrinks everywhere, conversation, and of course, who would forget the videoke? no, it should always be there.
i went in and saw him stuffing his face with food. oh my god he didn't even wait for me so we can eat together. oh well, doesn't really matter that much anyway. his mom gave me a plate and fussed over me and i went to the buffet table to get a healthy helping of food, and sat down in a corner to eat to my heart's content.
after eating there was a lot of good conversation, and just breathing in the festive atmosphere (sorry forgot to take pictures). and after an hour or so we left to go to another house--oh yes, only in the Philippines, during fiesta, you can basically go to every house in the area and just eat, everyone is welcome.
so off we went to his cousin's house which is not that far from their's. well, actually its sort of a compound where almost all their clan lives. its got a huge space where you can basically just do anything (in their case, they spend countless hours talking and getting drunk) there.
but for the fiesta, that huge space has been converted to a crude dancefloor, complete with a live band. oh it was very very nice and very festive indeed.
the music lasted until morning, and everyone had a great time. we went home ahead though, partly because i can barely open my eyes (so sleepy!), and he wants to take me home so i can rest.
ok, so he lives north, and i live way down south. it's like, an hour's travel from his place to mine. but it was i think around 4am already so no traffic, we made it in good time.
we made a stop at a convenience store because all of a sudden he's craving for icecream. so he went in to buy some (not the one on the pic though) and we--well, rather he--ate in the car.
as he enjoyed his icecream and me just looking at him. i had an epiphany.
no doubt, i love this guy so much. it has always been a pleasure to just look at him and think how did i get so lucky to have this guy by my side. yes he looks good, smells good,very family-oriented..well, i'll just write another post about him then, as i would be deviating from the point that i'm so determined to write here (am i even succeeding on nailing that point?)
so anyway, he was eating icecream and i'm eating him--with my eyes (haha!) and i thought about sobrina tung (i love her blog!), and the fact the she is doing everything she can for alan. and i know i'll do the same and more for this guy eating icecream in the driver's seat and oblivious to what's running in my mind right that instant.
just being with him makes my day complete (i know, enough with the mushiness!) and sometimes i just feel sooo into him that it makes me wanna cry (does anybody feel that sometimes?)
yes, talking to him, just being with him, makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time. haha, you might think i belong to the loony bin. but, whatever. hehe.
so yes, i was thinking of all those in the 5 minutes that it took him to polish off the icecream. and i decided to just not tell him about it. i know it would only confuse him, and he might decide to just hand me over to those people so skilled at putting straijackets to people. haha.
let him just find out about it when he reads this.