This and Last Year’s Love Day.

A beam was stretching on my face as I read my post for Valentine’s Day way back in 2008.

And yes, I wiped that chocolate cake off my face so clean that God has been blessing me to spend V-Day with the same special person for two years now. Since all the laziness available on earth was lured by yours truly all throughout 2011, I did not share and post any story regarding the love day last year. Hence, let me just share this picture of flowers my Jonathan gave me on Valentine’s of 2011.

The story behind it:  We were about to go on a warm up session before jogging inside the camp (where I work) that sweet afternoon when I found those flowers on the seat of his car. My face is honestly awfully small for it to depict a vast smile that it wanted tomuster from so much kilig. I then found out that it was not the only surprise he had prepared. He gave me a hand-written letter, which, according to him, he had never done in his entire life. That letter just brought about three or four drops of happy tears down my cheeks just ’cause I’m a cry baby like that. It is definitely one of the millions of his sweet gestures.

Fast forward to this year. There were no flowers or letters, but we had one great conversation over great food tonight. You see, since his work hours are opposite mine, we rarely make time to dine in fancy restaurants. Read: The time I go to work is the time he gets off his, and this started months ago when he finally become part of their IT department. Anyhow, given that we both love to eat (and it shows, literally! Haha!) we had a dinner date at Cyma in Eastwood. We stuffed ourselves with sumptuous flavors of baby back and lamb ribs, and cheesy appetizer. I just missed sharing a good meal with him and I’m glad we had it again on V-Day.

 Oh, and before I forgot, earlier today, I found someone smiling at me this morning. 

This fluffy pink bear (and flowers for my mom) was left by my dad in front of my door before he left for work. Thanks so much, Papa!

Until now, this beam is still on my face; not just because of my old post but also ‘cause I just realized yet again how blessed I am today on Valentine’s and on every single day of this life.

Trying again.

One moment, I was missing blogging.

The next moment, I find myself starting this entry on a clean, unspoiled, white sheet of a new document.

I rarely think of blogging anymore, to be honest, and I believe it’s not shocking considering that micro blogging has been the trend on world wide web. So when I remembered to check this Betamax blog, it came as a surprise that it had only been a year that this blog was left in hiatus, although I was actually expecting about a year and a half or almost two years of no new entries. Well, what actualy surprised me more was the lost of my ability to login to this site! My goodie gulay, I could not remember my own password for my most personal account! With this, I could not forgive myself. Right after going through the troubles of verifying the user, having my old password reset by the server, and eventually changing the provided jumbled letters and numbers into my own choice of password, I decided (and still continuously hope) that I’d be able to go hurl myself back into writing, posting, and sharing stories again. It has been what… my third or fourth time on this site that I promised myself to get that urge back to post snippets again… and with all those trials, I miserably failed. So, this time, I will try harder. 

Likewise, I thought of moving to a new site. You know, for a fresher restart? But being a sentimental jerk that I am, I opted to stay here where I started all my tactlessness, rants, and chismis.

Here, I am making this a statement again. No excuses for me anymore! No books, movies, gimmicks, games on my gadget, and food shall steal my time for my Betamax. And note to self: This time, it better be for real.