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A happy 26th

aiieeeeeeeee!!!!! dingdong dantes just called me to greet me a happy birthday!!!!!!!!!!!!!

the story:

i had to reformat my phone a couple weeks ago and lost all my numbers. so a few minutes ago, this unknown number calls my phone. i put on my suplada voice, which i use for calls from unknown numbers (just in case they turn out to be annoying p.a.s or people selling me stuff).

“hello? hello! who’s this?”

“e($)*&^(&-ong.”

“who?”

“dong.”

“i’m sorry, i can’t hear you, who???”

“dingdong.”

i immediately had an apoplexy caused by embarrassment and kilig. i fell all over myself apologizing about not having his number on my phone, and thanked him for calling.

“omigod! thank you. thank you! how’d you find out?”

basta, i have ways. may nasagap lang akong info today.” (i bet toni‘s h put him up to it. but still!!!!!)

“wow. hey, congrats nga pala. ang galing n’yo.” (he’s only the hottest leading man on the country’s top rating show.)

“thanks. maganda kasi ang simula natin.” (natin!!!)

“wow, thanks ha. okay! bye!”

*dies of kilig*

One year old

wow.


time has gone by so fast. the two people who got engaged one year ago today seem so different from who we are today. in a good way, of course.

wow. ang lapit na. or, in the language of a couple who’s had too many tearful farewells at airports, “just two more goodbyes!”

while sorting through photos of ourselves for the wedding slideshows, i came upon marlon’s picture of our paris trip, which i had totally forgotten that he’d taken. reminiscing through the photos was a beautiful way to celebrate the one-year anniversary of our engagement, and i’d like to share some of my favorite shots with you.


(yes that’s a gargoyle on the left. marlon took this from the notre dame church tower.)

Happy house

during the glee club’s tour of Europe in 2000, seventeen of us were thrown together into a multi-room nunnery in koeln, germany, left to fend for ourselves with no host parents – just a bunch of groceries, a kitchenette, the erratic and befuddled but well-meaning protection of a filipina we soon nicknamed tita lost (you can guess why), and each other.

maybe it was because we felt we had to compensate for our kawawa-ness (“ang saya-saya namin kahit wala kaming hosts!”) or because we really did have fun, but we soon came to call ourselves the happy house.

since then, the term “happy house” has been passed down in glee club/acs tour tradition as a house, typically small, crammed full with too many self-reliant, noisy, happy ateneans.

i don’t know why i chose this title for this post. it’s funny that my idea of a happy house is one that’s stuffed full of friends. because pretty soon, i’m going to start making a happy house of my own, with just two people rattling around in it – marlon and myself.

setting up our own home is one of the things i’m really looking forward to about moving to