i got 4 roses for valentines. 3 from my daughter and 1 from college friends. sweet!!!

friday night drinking spree with friends at home was fun. the guys had 1 case of sanmig light and the gals had 2 pitchers of mindoro sling. (a mix of tanduay rhum 5 yrs old, pineapple juice & royal true orange) watched "a very special love" again on my bff's ipod. a friend asked when could she feel that kind of "kilig" again. and to think she's married only for 5 yrs. hahaha jologs!

so they waited till midnight to greet their wives happy vday and was teasing me coz i didn't have someone to kiss and greet me. sighh...well, he's far away without someone too - so all is fair and square. =)

belated happy heart's day people! *hugs*

Sometimes we think we're part of someone's life,

we share things with them,

spend time with them and gather good memories with them...

then suddenly they'll show you that no matter how much you want them to be part of you,

it can't happen...inspite of what you've been through together,

you'll realize that you're still strangers, as you always have been.

A 1987 movie starring Steve Martin and Daryl Hannah. I must admit I have not seen it, or if I did I have totally forgot about it. It was based on the book 'Cyrano De Bergerac' by Edmond Rostand. A love triangle between Cyrano, Christian and Roxane. I have read that it was a touching story of love and sacrifice. I should try looking for a copy of this book then. Here's a heart-wrenching script by Cyrano that Christian used as his final love letter to Roxane:

Mon coeur ne vous quitta jamais une seconde et je suis et serai jusque dans l'autre monde celui qui vous aima sans mesure...

In translation: My heart never left you for a second and I am and will be until in the other world one who loved you without measure...

Awww. Who wouldn't fall for that line?

On a different note, I have been feeling lethargic for the past few weeks. I don't know if its because of the new meds I've been taking for my diabetes (among others) or I am just plainly feeling sad and depressed. A good sleep evades me. I wake up at exactly 2:30 in the morning and couldn't get back to sleep. Our rusty bed might give in any moment now with all the tossing and turning I have been doing all night. Sigh.

I miss my hubby. Much has been happening with the global financial meltdown and all, I shouldn't complain. But I desperately want him back. I can't bear the thought of him not being able to get enough rest and working like a horse for us, his family. I must be punishing myself for having all the good things while he's out there suffering. I never wanted it like this. And I swear to God I am not spending my whole life with him away most of the time. A family shouldn't be apart.

Slowly, we are putting this family together. My youngest daughter who stays with my in-laws will be coming home for good and study with her adings this June. We are all excited and looking forward to having my baby back. And soon I know hubby will be home for good too. If not, I will do everything in my power for all of us to be together again.

I have loved this poem the moment I laid my eyes on it. I remember those days when I used to write silly love poems on my blue notebook. My guy friends borrowed it and used some of them in their love letters. Until it got lost. How I'd love to read again and remember how my mind worked then. I hardly write poems these days. Unless I'm really sad or pissed off. Hahaha.

Problem now is that I can't play with words like I used to. I forget words like they are just at the tip of my tongue but couldn't say them. Yup, memory gap it is. Must be the meds or the surgeries I've gone through. Whatever! Definitely, I can't be as good as Pablo Neruda. But this I know, I can be my hubby's Elizabeth Browning. And that is all that matters.