not a milenyo can hurt my sweetheart

yeps, you got it right, typhoon milenyo has never hurt my one and only Arwen.

throughout the calamity, Arwen has kept me safe -- brought me home safely over gustly wind, by escaping flying billboards and skipping through falling trees.

throughout the aftermath, Arwen has kept me sane -- brought me and friends to places where we could chill and unwind, played us music to relieve boredom, kept us cold and cool when meralco couldn't keep its promise.

throughout milenyo moments, Arwen was always there for me.

at last, milenyo is gone. no one can hurt us now for sure.

however, on our way to work today, Arwen told me she felt tired and exhausted. she needed more energy, more fluid. i listened to her, heard her out. so before heading the office, i brought her to her favorite spot, a place that cleanses her, one that never fails to bring back her senses.

in an instant, her vibrance was back. a doze of techron power never fails to lighten up her mood. now she would sing me a song and from time to time switches the radio to listen to her favorite duo - chicho and del. we laughed, we sang along.

suddenly our excitement was cut short. she told me to stop but i didn't listen. she begged, but i was never too careful for her. a static post bumped into her butt, rather i bumped her butt into a static post. i lost my senses and i didn't know why.

in a blink of an eye, she felt betrayed. now, we never spoke, as if i lost her trust.

milenyo has never hurt my arwen... my recklessness did.

my emotional immaturity at work

"na hala ibilin na lang na nako akong karton diha! kamo nay bahalag kitkit ana akong mga chicharon"- i exclaimed to a security guard in the express lane of cebu pacific's check-in counter at the mactan airport for my flight back to manila, when he insisted that i should deposit my pasalubong box (weighing less than 1 kilo and barely 1 cubic feet in volume), in compliance with the one-luggage-handcarry policy of the aircraft. along with the box, i had with me just a backpack containing my laptop and personals compacted.

oh well, the guard just did his job. there was nothing wrong with his intentions. in fact, as soon as the express lane service crew issued me the boarding pass, mr. guard was kind enough to help me out in checking in my box by lining me up again to a long queue. my reaction - i literally left my box with retort, rushed my way to pay for the terminal fee and breezed through the final security check.

i had no idea what happened at the check-in counter after the drama. the guard must have suspected that i intentionally left crispy-licious bombs in chilen wrap.

after a few minutes, while inside the waiting lounge, an airport crew handied over my box saying, "sir, you must have left this box at the counter." - great, i can get things done through emotions.