Cuppy Cake

You’re my Honeybunch, Sugarplum
Pumpy-umpy-umpkin, You’re my Sweetie Pie
You’re my Cuppycake, Gumdrop
Snoogums-Boogums, You’re the Apple of my Eye
And I love you so and I want you to know
That I’ll always be right here
And I love to sing sweet songs to you
Because you are so dear

I passed this ringtone to Miel through bluetooth. He listened to it and blurted out, “Si Brad ito, ah!”

Brad is the name of our future baby. What endears Miel to me is his fondness of kids. Last week, when we went to the mall, we window-shopped for some baby items. The salesboy thought that I was pregnant. I was quick to correct him that I was not. Miel and I are both infanticipating. I am falling for Miel each day. I know he’ll be a good husband and father.


My Life Is Not An Open Book

My life is not an open book…. to those who don’t care to know me well. If there’s one good lesson that I learned from my previous job, it is the value of privacy; not secrecy. When I was still with those group of people, I was too eager to share what was happening in my daily life. Some of them went beyond what was normal for acquaintances to discuss; they were too curious to know about my personal life.

I used to believe that nothing was extra-ordinary about a girl who fell in love in her late teens, tried to form a family and was emotionally crushed to death when that family started to crumble. Maybe I was just too friendly and too willing to let them understand where I was coming from and why I justified my another attempt for a lasting relationship. But my open life created more harm than good; not everybody was willing to accept me as a person. At some point, I felt obliged to let them know about what’s happening in my new relationship and how my ex was treating me and Changki. At that point, I became protective of Changki; I didn’t want her to be involved in this web of office intrigues.

It was different when I started to work in my current job. I was able to enjoy the privacy that I was long denied with. For the first time in how many years of my post-teen life, I was able to create a more professional working relationship with the people around me. Why would I care to open my life to those who are not willing to understand me as a person? At least, I have some friends here who knows the truth in my life and I trust them. Again, I don’t promote secrecy here, I just want to gain back the privacy and peaceful life that I have been dreaming of. And it worked! When my relationship with PV ended, nobody in the office bombarded me with the WHY questions.