Happy 3rd Anniversary, bby!

Hey guys. Sorry I kind of dropped off the radar for a bit. Been busy these past couple of days. With the anniversary and everything else. :)

Let me start with the 9th, the day of our 3rd anniversary. Things actually didn't start out pretty well. Cale woke up feeling sick. Apparently, he had come down with the flu overnight -- HARD.

Now, many would say, "What's the big deal? It's just a flu." Well, actually it is a big deal. Cale rarely comes down with anything. Among us three, I'm the one most prone to getting sick. Cale keeps saying that my immune system is really weak and that I should start drinking multivitamins as part of my daily routine. That's Cale, looking out for me. And this is me, nodding yes and then forgetting (or somehow, refusing) to do so.

The thing is, Cale gets sick probably once or twice a year. But when he gets sick, he gets it bad -- REAL bad.

Last year, he had a problem with his digestive system. We can't exactly remember WHAT he ate that time, but based from Cale's previous experience, he believes that whatever he ate gave him food poisoning.

He pooped relentlessly and frequently -- he ran to the bathroom every 15 minutes, or so. His feces were hot liquid. He's a man who enjoys eating a lot of spicy stuff -- could that be a contributing factor? Anyway, Darren (his younger brother), suggested that he should drink some medicine, eat lots and lots of fruits and vegetables along with some Gatorade. I know, I know. What the hell's the Gatorade for? Apparently, Gatorade helps regulate bowel movement. Please note that further citation is needed for this piece of information. Personally, I haven't heard of this Gatorade "remedy" until then. But Darren has a way of knowing a lot of useful things, and so far, none of his advice had ever proved wrong. So we went with the Gatorade and fruits remedy. After a few days, Cale's poop had not improved. It was still liquid. It was still hot, and it was still frequent. As a matter of fact, his "diarrhea/food poisoning" had gotten worse. Now, in addition to frequent, hot, liquid poop, it was also starting to turn an eerie color of blue-green. Kind of like the guys from Avatar, except greener.

That was the first time I had ever heard of blue-green poop and it sort of scared and amused me, at the same time. Still, we weren't making any progress on his health improvement and we were starting to run out of ideas. Cale did not want to end up confined in a hospital. "It's not my thing," he would say whenever Darren or I brought up the idea. Like I said, he is really stubborn.

Cale made the decision. He said his stomach needed to be "cleansed", and by cleansed, he meant not eating and only drinking water until he got better. He believed that his stomach had taken in way too much food and now all that needed to be "vacuumed out", one way or another. It sort of seemed like an impossible feat -- not eating for God knows how long; Cale gets hungry pretty fast. A 3-hour interval between meals seems like his maximum. He's not a heavy-set kind of guy, as a matter of fact, he had a hot, contoured body when I first met him. He had the right build, not too wide on the shoulder, an appropriate-sized chest and a flat stomach. I'm not had abs because as far as I know, he's never had any abs in his life. It just so happens that he has a flat tummy. At the time when I first met him, he was 5'7" tall and weighed 65 kg. Over the years though, I'm not sure what happened. When we first moved back here, he started losing some of his weight and he looked somewhat thin for his height. Shortly after that though, he started gaining weight. His face started getting rounder over time, and ... his once flat tummy, started becoming a belly, and only recently did he start developing my favorite love handles. I don't know. I just prefer his body now over his previous body. What can I say? I like them big.

Again, I digress. So he started his cleansing ritual. I doubt it was going to work, but surprisingly, a couple of days after, he started feeling better. I couldn't believe his cleansing ritual actually worked, but I am grateful, all the same.

Jumping back to the present, or at least the recent present, Cale got sick BIG TIME. He came down with the flu. And he had it much worse than Darren and I did the day before. He was shivering violently, even though his skin was burning hot. He couldn't breathe properly because of his sinuses; his right ear was partially deaf; his head ached; and his body was rocking with pain. Now you tell me, still not a big deal?

I admit that it wasn't the best way to start our anniversary, but I didn't mind. As long as I was with him, I was happy. The original plan was to go to a fancy mall and eat at Pizza Hut and have donuts from Krispy Kreme. Simple, not over the top, just the way we like it. Of course, none of that could happen anymore -- not while Cale is feeling this sick.

So, after making him a cup of hot milk, I went down to buy medicine for him. On my way down, I met a small boy. He was probably 4 or 5 years old and he was really cute. Let me lay out the conversation for you:

cute kid: Ate, where did you come from?

me: From upstairs. Why?

cute kid: Upstairs? Like, from the sky?

me: The sky? Why do you ask that?

cute kid: Coz' you look like an angel.

That is the sweetest thing any stranger has ever said to me. I couldn't help smile and laugh and blush all at the same time. That really made my day. I wanted to thank the kid but his mother came and took him away. Still, I was grateful.

It took a few moments for me to regain composure, after which, I proceeded on with my task. I went to the Generics pharmacy, first. I told the pharmacy that I needed medicine for the flu. She asked what state was the patient in. I explained and she recommended Cefalexin (to be taken three times a day) and Paracetamol (to be taken every four hours).

After that, I decided to visit the fruit vendor near our apartment. She always gives a good price and her products are never a day older than they should be. I bought a few apples and some bananas -- hoping they would help Cale get better soon.

I came home, and saw Cale wrapped up in a thick blanket with the fan off. I checked him. He was resting and didn't seem to have heard me come in. I checked his temperature. It was still high. I then proceeded to scheduling the times for Cale to take his medicine. I don't want to forget and I want to be able to give them to him on time.

I gingerly woke him up to give him his first pills. He drank them without hesitation and went back to sleep.

When he woke up, his temperature didn't improve much. Neither did his body pains and sinuses. By that time, it was already time for his next pill. But he had to eat something again before he could drink it. So, I cooked some soup for him. Made him eat it all (just one bowl). He ate it but constantly complained how much it lacked salt. I tasted it and it didn't. I told him that his sinuses are keeping him from enjoying the taste. He didn't say anything after that and finished the bowl in a jiffy. He drank his medicine and then, for some reason, started doing push-ups next to the sofa. What are you doing? He said he needed to sweat so he can break his fever and eat Pizza Hut.

I looked at him like he had just said something in Swahili with a bad accent.

He didn't see it, of course, and continued doing push-ups. Are you serious? I don't know how many push ups he did but it was enough to get him sweating. After that, he went looking for something under the sofa. It didn't take him long to find what he was looking for -- a set of weights, 10 lbs each, if I'm not mistaken.

Now what are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing>

I don't know, you tell me.

He ignored me and started doing sets. I didn't know whether I should stop him and tell him to lay back down and rest. But as proven last time, it was his decision that helped him get better much more quickly. So, I just watched him do sets. Just in case he needed a spot.

When he got tired and was sweating profusely, he put the weights back under the sofa and sat next to me. Woo! I feel so much better now.

I knew he was forcing himself to feel well, all for the sake of the pizza. I told him that I knew what he was doing and that no matter how many push-ups he does or how many times he lifts those weights, we are not going to Pizza Hut until he fully recovers.

In response, he pretended like he was a baby crying, seeking for some affection, as he always does when he wants something so badly. It was a cute and irritating act, all at the same time. It was cute because men don't usually show their feelings. It's irritating, too, because Cale knows pretending to be a baby only woos me into giving in to whatever he wanted.

This time, though, I was determined not to give in. It was for his own good, anyway.

He then quit the baby act and returned back to normal. And then he said something that in my eyes, deserves to be in the list of sweet things he ever said and did for me.

Baby, it's not just the pizza I want. Today is our third anniversary and I don't want to ruin it because of a stupid flu. This is our day and I want to make it a really special and happy one.

I smiled and hugged him right then and there. So, we reached a compromise. Instead of going out and eating at Pizza Hut, we decided to order and have it delivered here. We can do that for dessert, as well.

I then went to Pizza Hut's website and started picking out what Cale and Darren might like for dinner. I checked out a tab that said promos. One promo caught my eye in particular -- The Cheeseburger Pizza Party Feast. It included one family sized Cheeseburger pizza, one super family-sized Hawaiian Supreme thin crust, one variety box (sort of like a sampler of all their appetizers, from buffalo wings to garlic bread), a family-sized spaghetti carbonara and two 1.5 L pepsi blue sodas. For P1,499.00, it seemed like a sweet deal and ordered right away.

I figured they would call to confirm my order soon, so I decided to take a quick shower. Apparently, it wasn't quick enough. I was still shampooing my hair when Cale came knocking at the door. I could hear my phone ringing and hurriedly open the door to take my phone with soapy hands. I ended having a conversation with one of the Pizza hut online delivery agents in the bathroom. How weird was that. In the end, the agent confirmed that my order will be delivered in 30 minutes or so.

38 minutes later, my phone beeped and this time, it was the guard at the gate. In his text, he said that Pizza Hut had a delivery for me.

Cale wanted to come with me to help me bring in the food. I didn't have to fight him over this, so I just let him come.

Remember the Hot Dot on the pizza box? That wasn't what indicated that the pizzas were hot; it was the wet-from-steam, almost melting cardboard boxes they were in. I paid the man and took the pizzas back up.

Everything was set up. After a few picture-taking, we wanted to watch a movie, and what movie can be better than Fast and Furious 6?!

It was already released last May (I think), but we haven't had the chance to watch the movie yet. So, I connected the laptop to the TV through an HDMI cable. I surfed the net from there and found a link where we could watch the movie online.

Excuse me for this, but FUCK was it amazing!

That is the only movie series I will never get tired of watching, EVER. Furious 6 is also the only action movie where I cried. I absolutely cried at the part where Giselle decided to let go of Han's grip to reach in for her gun and shoot the enemy from behind Han, in the process, giving up her own life. That was a real heartbreaker. Throughout the rest of the movie though, especially at the beginning, the three of us couldn't stop screaming with excitement. Especially when parts of every movie from 1 to 5 flashed across the screen in tune with the awesome song, "We Own It" by 2Chainz. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That was just simply the best movie of all time, hands down.

At the end of the day, our anniversary turned out better than I expected and even hoped for. At the end of that night, we both enjoyed each other's gifts to one another. For Cale, a platinum steel 2009 Nissan GTR diecast. For me, a D&G Light Blue Eau de Parfum.

At the end of that night, I had to thank the Lord for making our anniversary the best ever, for giving me Cale as my boyfriend, for staying strong with him even after all those years, oh gosh, for everything.

Sorry, Kiss, and Make Out!

Author's note: Forgive me for being unable to post this the other day. Full explanation will be provided in my next post. Cheers!

Let me continue the story from yesterday's silent war . I basically didn't talk to him until Cale complained rather loudly how hungry he was.

I would've ignored him if I wasn't feeling a wee bit peckish, myself. So, I went with him to buy take-out from a fast food restaurant (since it was the nearest one that was still open at 11pm) -- and to buy cigarettes, as well. _{We were all out.}

The entire time we were outside, I wouldn't talk to him unless he asked me anything -- just to show some sort of politeness. *insert sarcasm here*

When we got home, we ate in silence. Although, I did give him half of my burger -- as I always do.

He had to wake up early the next day, 5AM, for an early class. So, we went to bed early. I still chose to ignore him and only spoke when he asked me something. That started to piss him off. We were laying in bed, I was surfing the net on the phone and I thought he was about to go to sleep.

Apparently, he had another thing in mind.

I still wasn't in the mood to do anything with him. I wanted an apology. A proper and sincere apology. He doesn't need to be sorry that he was about to watch porn. I just want him to be sorry because he had hurt me. Many people may not understand me, but sometimes -- and only sometimes -- a sincere apology is all a girl needs to hear. It lets her know that her guy acknowledges the fact that he had hurt her in some way, and that he wants to make it up to her in any way he possibly can.

Sometimes, it's the small things that matter.

I told him that he had an early class tomorrow and that he had better get some shut-eye. ^{Cale is not a morning person.}

He was really pissed off, then. And soon, afterwards, he got up, took a pillow and a blanket and went to lay down on the floor.

I didn't know if I should follow him, let him sleep on the floor or coax him to come back to bed.

I chose option #3: coax him back to bed. Probably not the most popular choice, but hey. I wasn't going to let him sleep on the cold floor.

You might think we have a sofa at home. Actually, we do. But it's a sofa bed -- the sofa that can fold open to become a bed. _{Alright, I know everyone's got that part, but that was just for FYI's sake.} Anyway, we live in a studio-type apartment. We have all the basic needs and/or utilities -- a sofa bed, a mattress, a bathroom with a shower and a toilet bowl in it, a fridge, a TV, speakers, a coffee/study/dining table, "dining" chairs ^{(in truth, they're plastic monoblocks)} , a gas stove ^{(no oven, though)} , a kitchen/bathroom sink, a washing machine, cabinets, and AC. Oh and of course, the most important of all, a good and stable Internet connection. Our unit does have a loft. Cale and I use that as our bedroom area.

I wish I could provide you with a proper picture, or maybe even a video. And, I will. When the apartment's a bit cleaner.

So, I got up, kneeled down next to him, and using my most sultry and sweet voice to coax him to lay back in the bed with me. He really is stubborn. He kept telling me to go away and that he was very comfortable sleeping on the cold, hard floor and that he wanted to go to sleep so he won't miss his class the next day. I'm just as stubborn as he is. I wouldn't stop coaxing him back to bed. In the end, and mostly out of irritation from being pestered, Cale got up, threw the pillow on the bed and plopped onto it.

Success! I turned off the lights and lay next to him. I was still pissed off from what he did earlier that day and also because I was the first one to make a move to somehow patch things up between us.

Please note, inviting your partner to have sex with you without a proper, remorseful apology does NOT count as an effort to patch things up.

We weren't laying in bed for a full 2 minutes when I felt him get back up and lie down on the floor again. What a stubborn jack ass. I tried coaxing him back to bed again but I was fed up, as well. When he wouldn't budge, I changed my position on the bed, so that our heads are parallel to each other.

I was disappointed and hurt. Suffice to say, I cried through the rest of the night.

The next morning, I was awake the moment I heard Darren come down from the loft. I knew he would be wondering why Cale and I aren't laying on the same bed, for the first time. I didn't want to have to answer his questions, so I just lay there motionless, pretending I was still asleep.

Cale was also already awake. I heard them talking for a bit. Then Cale got up and started waking me up, in his groggy-just-woke-up voice. I always thought that was hot, but today, I found it really irritating, especially after yesterday.

Darren's voice was small and sweet as he also urged me to wake up. He sat next to me as I lifted my head up. My eyes started balling again and I didn't want either of them to see that. Cale was offering me some water. All I said was "I"ll get it later," and got up and went upstairs. I knew that Darren knew Cale and I just had a fight.

In the morning, Cale and I would usually wake up together and I would make the coffee for the three of us. Today was different.

Let's fast-forward this to when they both left. As soon as I heard the door close, I came down, drank water, and surfed the net. My best friend was online and it was such a long time since we last talked to each other, and even longer since I last saw her. So, we started Skyping and without realizing it, it was already 11 o'clock, and Cale was already knocking at the door.

My Skype session with my best friend put me in such a great mood that I actually was a bit happy that Cale was home. That sort of surprised him, I think.

We ate lunch while my best friend and I were still Skyping. I had to cut our Skype session because if I didn't, we'd be Skyping the whole day.

After the Skype session, Cale started making his move again, exclaiming loudly how much he wants it . I had to admit that I wanted to, as well. So we closed the windows and the door and turned on the AC.

I won't go into detail. All I can say is, it was one of the best sex we've ever had. It was like we haven't had sex in forever. The kisses were so urgent, his touch was rougher than usual, and things we were doing were more "violent". It was almost hard-core. Almost. Here's something I want to ask you, _{and by you, this time, I mean girls} : Do you enjoy anal sex?

After sex, we cleaned up and suddenly, I found myself opening up to him about my real feelings about porn and bold pictures. I explained to him everything I said in my last post --- that I used to watch porn more than anyone when I was younger which changed soon after I met him, and that the only reason I hate porn is because I feel like he's found a replacement for me and that I was being overprotective of my boyfriend.

Soon after that, I felt like a huge weight was lifted off my chest. It was amazing. It was amazing to me because my hatred and disgust for porn was all gone, just like that. All I needed was to say it out loud, realize the real reason why I hate it and open it up with Cale. I'd say it was life-changing, but that might be a bit overboard.

Safe to say, today was simply amazing. I had finally let go of my perverted reaction towards porn. It may sound epic that after a couple of years of hating porn, it disappeared with 5 minutes of heart-to-heart. There's one more thing I realized: after an intense fight, our make-up sex is that much more intense, as well. Food for thought.

The Id vs. The Super Ego

I have the perfect topic for my first REAL post.

I have just gotten into another argument with Cale. I warned him before, if he didn't quit doing what he did, i was going to lose it. But being the stubborn ape he is, he wouldn't listen.

Naturally, I lost it.

It is important to note that I didn't lose it BIG TIME like I used to. This is important because during the early stages of my relationship with Cale, I used to get mad over the smallest of things. If he didn't text me on time, if he seemed to pay more attention to the TV and even when he joked about other women being hot. I didn't take jokes very lightly back then.

Of all the men I've ever been with, I've been wih Cale the longest - 3 years in 2 days, to be exact. And if you've been with someone for that long or possibly longer, you naturally get to know them better. But what others often fail to realize is that they get to know themselves better in the process, as well. It's both a shocking and rewarding task. I would never have guessed that I had a thing for cars or that a squid's eye really grossed me out or that horror movies didn't scare me at all. I guess that there are just some things about yourself you can only discover when you're wih someone else.

It is a known fact that people's personalitites change depending on who they are often with. I agree, but I didn't expect to change THIS much. I don't regret any of these changes, but I sometimes wonder, who and what would I be if I hadn't met Cale. Has anyone ever felt or realized how much being with a person has changed you?

Anyway, I digress.

I was mad at Cale for looking at bold women on the Internet ... again. I know it's a normal thing for guys to do. As a matter of fact, as explained to me by Cale and his brother, Darren, watching porn and not being able to resist looking at cleavages and butts and basically, hot, bold women, proves that they are, what they like to refer to themselves as, REAL MEN .

Really? That's the only proof you guys need? Seriously? That's the only definition you have of a real man? In that case, men are barbarians.

Cale once told me that I was the only person in the world who reacted this way towards porn and pictures of bold women. In the heat of the argument, I told him that was impossible, but if it were the case, I told him that he should be with other women and not with me. By that time, we were already living together under the same roof. I wanted to leave right then and there, but, and some may find this corny, I really do love him very much. That was the only thing keeping me from leaving. And yes, it was much stronger than my perverted reaction towards porn.

Understand that I hate, as in absolutely HATE, porn. If it had any guts, I would hate it even more. If I had a choice between shit, the fresh-from-someone's-ass-in-the-bowl-diarrhea-and-constipation-combination type of shit, and porn, I would more than happily go with the shit.

Grossed out yet? Let me ease your comfort. I am working on this perverted reaction of mine and trying to keep an open mind and understand that porn is nothing to be mad about. I have discovered that this is a really long process, since everytime I see porn or pictures of bold women, my natural reaction is to get mad. I am tryin my hardest to keep it under control, but I admit I haven't made much progress. But the point is, I'm still working on it. Let me ask this, though. Am I really the only person in the world who reacts this way towards porn?

That's basically what we fought about earlier today, and we haven't said a word to each other since.

I'm beginning to think that I am psychologically disturbed. I remember when I was younger, way back before I met Cale, that I used to sneak somewhere private and search about sex and porn and even bold pictures. I remember exploring myself in the shower and often finding what I was looking for. After reading the previous paragraphs, you might have it in your heads that I am incapable of sex and satisfying my boyfriend. Believe me, it is nothing like that. I won't say much more, however, I will say this: Cale and I do it at least once a day, everyday for the past 2 years. The first year we were together, especialy in the first few months, we did it no less than 7 times a day. And not once was he ever unsatisfied .

The thing is, I seem to have developed this weird reaction towards porn when I started dating Cale. I believe that this has something to do with the fact that I don't want cale getting any sort of satisfaction from anyone else, even if this only means looking at and/or jerking off at a bold picture or porn. This is more along the lines of self-esteem, I guess.

The fact is, I want to be the only person who more than satisfies all Cale's needs. It's a selfish and possibly, a ridiculous thought. But it is the truth. And that's all anyone's going to get from my blog.

Topics For My Blog

Hmmm.

Seeing that nobody's commented on my posts yet, I figured I had to start making REAL posts to urge people to comment.

So, here it goes. As I've mentioned before, I still don't know what I want to write my blog about. With all the endless possible topics out there, it makes it that much harder to figure out which one I should pick.

It all comes down to the following:

talking about my relationship with my boyfriend

comments on music videos and/or movies

discussing the philosophy of life

Hahaha. The last one's a bluff. I DON'T want to discuss the philosophy of life. I'm just going to end up ranting on the web, and I don't think people care enough to read about that. :))

So, it basically boils down to talking about my relationship with my boyfriend and commenting on music videos/movies, which I think will be able to help people better understand their counterparts. Singles may be able to find some useful advice, broken-hearted people may find out why their previous relationships hadn't worked out so well and those currently in a relationship, may find some tips to improve their relationship with their dates.

Then again, single people may enjoy being single for now and may not even be interested in reading someone else's love life. Broken-hearted people may find my posts unbearable to read and may even be mad at me for posting about my relationship and sort of rubbing it in their faces that I'm happily married, while their previous relationships hadn't worked out so well. Please understand that I don't intent to harm any of you or rub anything in your faces. I just want to be able to help. Lastly, those currently in a relationship may have no need for tips to improve their relationship, since their relationship with their partners may already be great.

This just confuses me all the more. Is this idea even worth contemplating? I really need some advice.

If, however, I choose to go with commenting on music videos and/or movies, it may be a safer option. There's less risk of hurting or offending other people. Then again, I'm not so sure if people will appreciate my comments. I don't want to end up like Wikipedia -- just a tiny footnote on one of the gazillion pages on the web.

While writing this, I have made my decision. I will try to do two blogs. One for my relationship with my boyfriend and another for comments on music videos and/or movies.

Just so we're clear, on "In The Rain", I will talk about almost everything that is happening with me and my boyfriend. I can't share everything, if you know what I mean. So, this will basically include our fights, our sweet moments, our discussions, our asaran moments, etc.

Personally, I'm excited. Now, I'll never be bored at home, and at the same time, I may be able to help other people, too.

Can't wait to start!

HTML Codes: A Necessity?

Alright. So, I've just finished going through some basic html codes, and some (from what I believe to be) complex html codes.

So, I just want to know. Is it really necessary to include html codes in your posts? Or is it just part of adding just a bit of flare, not only to your blog, but to the way readers will view you, as well?

I'm probably overthinking this, as I usually do with various things in my life, but I guess I'm just trying to look for a sign that this entire "blog" thing is something worthwhile doing.

I'm open to suggestions, guys.

From anyone at all.

Seriously, anyone's comments will be appreciated. Just so I know that there are people actually reading my posts. :)

A New Blogger

There's a new blogger on the web. Granted, I'm a newbie, but hey, we all gotta start somewhere. I haven't really decided what to write my blog about, but I do have a few good ideas. Would anyone care to help me out? Any comments will be much appreciated.