Author's Note: I got this crazy idea. And by crazy, I mean, really REALLY really crazy. I'll marry three times. I'm here to share the story about my future second husband. :D

One rainy afternoon, in Shibuya Station, I bumped into the guy of my dreams. I forgot about him, but, there he was, standing right in-front of me. After that encounter, I tried of getting his attention. I walked in-front of Johnny's Jimusho as much as I can, however far it is from my home and my office.

It was a few months of stalk-, uhm, studying him. And when things seemed pathetic, I stopped. I looked myself in the mirror one morning and said, "if I was destined to love again, I'd wait for love to come." I worked as usual, fixed work for the next day, and then went home. On my way home, love came.

I saw Okamoto Keito again, and he was looking in my direction, as we were walking towards each other. I bothered to say, "hi, I'm a fan!" Surprisingly, he replied thank you, and said he knew he saw me before. We were going separate ways, so it wasn't a long conversation. I did give him my card. He said he'll try to stay in-touch. Since that day, bumping into him became a habit, and sometimes he's with other familiar faces. Giving hellos became short conversations at a coffee shop in the next block. The accidental meet-ups turned into planned dates. It was a long way of friendship. I guess because we're both "foreigners" in one way or the other.

Friends became lovers, but it wasn't easy. We became an item, and soon enough, I married again. I can't say that everybody's happy. There were a lot of trouble at his side of the family. His Dad ranted about marrying a widow, and said it's not as easy as it looks to leave Johnny's. In my side of the family, I got a "WTH are you doing marrying again?!" kind of fuzz. But anyway, they couldn't do anything about it. I'm in Japan, they're in the Philippines. Anyway, it's too long a story that I'll cut it again: we had a son.

I always wanted to have a young family, so did Keito. It's all weird how life turned out to be, we were already 30 when we married and started our family. Keito joined his Dad's business. We were able to spend time together, we were one normal family.

We were one normal family. Until Keito got obsessed with our son entering Johnny's. He thinks everything I do is against it. He just turned crazy one dinner, when I server a fish meal. I don't know how or why, but the argument went to a little too far. Weeks later, we decided to divorce. Months later, I was on a plane back to the Philippines.

A/N: Early this year, I had this dream of Keito and me fighting at the dinner table, resulting to a divorce, and our son was shocked (well, he should be), our son's friends were shocked... It was a beautiful nightmare. :D
I feel weird making this story. It's all fun when I share it to my friends, and everybody laughs. But it's not fun when things sound serious. So, laught it all up, people! xD

I know I'm supposed to post a [how lame is] PerioWeek Entry... but, I forgot almost everything. I made mental notes, but, honestly, it is PERIOWEEK afterall. Who would want to remember the cruelty they had to go through?

SocSci is one thing I can't possibly forget, however. It is honestly my FIRST TIME to review. I suck at memorizing, so, I tried my best to memorize... It took me, like, three hours (or years, maybe) to study SocSci... and it's boring... I fell asleep and wasn't able to review anything else. x__x

Bio? Hmmn, fine...
Fil? Didn't review.
PEH? erm, great?
Physics, whatever.
English? epicfail.
Elective? Passed!
CompSci? PASSED!
Res? WTH, essayS? pfft.
CAT? FAIL times three!
Calculus? expect 2.25, ladies and gentlemen (unless my quizzes and homeworks save me)
Chem? What desu yo?

This is the lamest Perio Week, EVER!!!

Labels: school, suicidal, waste

Author's Note: I got this crazy idea. And by crazy, I mean, really REALLY really crazy. I'll marry three times. Yes, that's my idea. I made a fiction based on it. I'll be posting my story every week (or every time I got the chance). This week, obviously, it's the first husband.

When I got my license, I was 22, I worked under DPWH. If the PSHS contract didn't exists, I might have flown to Japan ASAP.

Well, anyway, on my 25 birthday, 18th month pay, I started attending to my transfer to Japan. By September, I quit my job; and by December, right after Christmas, I went to Japan.

It was on the plane to Japan where I met my first husband. Of course, at first I didn't know he'd be my husband. Back to the topic, he was friendly, yes. But I wasn't interested. We exchanged contact numbers, just for the sake of friendliness.

Living in a foreign (add NON-ENGLISH SPEAKING) country is frustrating. I wasn't making any friends, and worse, I wasn't making any money. I couldn't find a job. My last hope for an acquaintance was the guy on the plane. And so, I called him and asked for help. He was more than willing to help. He called up a few companies, helped me with my forms, and instructed me well on how to answer questions. I was able to apply in notable companies thanks to my, by the way, dentist friend. In exchange, I helped in his clinic while waiting for my interview dates. In two weeks time, I got a job. New year, new life, new job.

I was highly paid for my minimal effort. I was happy... and was happier when Dentist and I started dating. He's gentle, kind, rich, and fun. We had one year of boyfriend-girlfriend relationship until he proposed, on his 29th birthday. Four months later, we got married. What's sweet is, it was two years after we met.

Life was going well. The clinic was making more than enough for the both of us, and my job was providing enough money for my shopping list. Life is great. No, wait... Life WAS great.

I was in the office when someone called from the hospital. My husband is dead. His student-assistants are dead, and four innocent patients are dead. Later investigations pointed the crime to a rival clinic. People I never met in my whole life were found guilty, and the rival clinic was shut down. Two months later, it was turned into a fitness gym. What I can't understand is, why didn't he tell me anything about a rival clinic, or the death threats, or the seriousness of the situation?

So, I was left alone. Alone with no husband, no kids, a house and lot, a car, a clinic, and my husband's money in the bank.

Still, life can't keep me down. I sold the clinic, since having to maintain it just reminds me of the massacre. I kept the house, however lonely it felt. I kept the car, though I didn't drive it. I kept my job, of course. Even with all my late husband's wealth, I still wanted to work. And I couldn't get myself to spending the money I didn't work for. I invested some of my savings in my friends' businesses, back in the Philippines. I don't really have anything to lose.

One rainy afternoon, in Shibuya Station, I bumped into the guy of my dreams. I forgot about him, but, there he was, standing right in-front of me. After that encounter, I tried getting his attention. I walked in-front of Johnny's Jimusho as much as I can, however far it is from my home and my office. I looked for a part-time job as a model, and I got one!

To be continued... ;]

A/N:
Years ago, Lei had a dream of me meeting my Dentist husband in the plane. I don't know where we're going, but I do know I want to go to Japan. ;P
If you're wondering why I wrote it in past-tense, well, it'll be more fun, right? And years from now, when these things happen, I'll look for this entry and read it, and say, "WTF?!" Then I'll break down and cry...
I almost cried writing my own husband's death. T--T okay, I'm getting all teary-eyed now... If you're wondering why I just have to kill my first husband, well, I can't get divorced twice! And, since Keito is special, he can't die. x_x

Labels: ekek, waste

Woo~ Tapos na ang UP-CAT!

Ang ganda ng experience. As in, 'yung preparations... After umalis ng bahay, kumain. Pagdating sa testing center, met the dormers, kain. Habang nage-exam, kain. After exams, kain. Bago umalis sa testing center, I met Ton, so, kain. Pagdating sa bahay, dinner~!

Oh yeah, parang food trip lang. Harhar.

Anyway, natawa ako sa mga questions na Filipino. Una sa lahat, dahil hindi ko ma-gets. Pangalawa, uber corn-E 'yung mga naintindihan ko. "Magkano 'to, patawarin mo 'ko." As in tawa ako to the max. *LOLed* Ang pinakamahirap na part is English. *died*

Ang boring nung Reading Comprehension. Ang binasa ko lang, yung nag-iisang poem at 'yung tungkol sa pamamanhikan. *LOLed*

Ang best part ng UP-CAT ay na-hug ko 'yung mga hindi ko ma-hughug (dahil nasha-shy ako kunwari), at na-hug ako ng mga ayaw magpa-hug. *waves at Ivana*

Ang ganda talaga ng UP-CAT. Sana lang talaga, kasing ganda ng exam 'yung results. *prays*

Labels: life, luck, update

Author's Note: I got this crazy idea. And by crazy, I mean, really REALLY really crazy. I'll marry three times. I'm here to share the story about my future second husband. :D

One rainy afternoon, in Shibuya Station, I bumped into the guy of my dreams. I forgot about him, but, there he was, standing right in-front of me. After that encounter, I tried of getting his attention. I walked in-front of Johnny's Jimusho as much as I can, however far it is from my home and my office.

It was a few months of stalk-, uhm, studying him. And when things seemed pathetic, I stopped. I looked myself in the mirror one morning and said, "if I was destined to love again, I'd wait for love to come." I worked as usual, fixed work for the next day, and then went home. On my way home, love came.

I saw Okamoto Keito again, and he was looking in my direction, as we were walking towards each other. I bothered to say, "hi, I'm a fan!" Surprisingly, he replied thank you, and said he knew he saw me before. We were going separate ways, so it wasn't a long conversation. I did give him my card. He said he'll try to stay in-touch. Since that day, bumping into him became a habit, and sometimes he's with other familiar faces. Giving hellos became short conversations at a coffee shop in the next block. The accidental meet-ups turned into planned dates. It was a long way of friendship. I guess because we're both "foreigners" in one way or the other.

Friends became lovers, but it wasn't easy. We became an item, and soon enough, I married again. I can't say that everybody's happy. There were a lot of trouble at his side of the family. His Dad ranted about marrying a widow, and said it's not as easy as it looks to leave Johnny's. In my side of the family, I got a "WTH are you doing marrying again?!" kind of fuzz. But anyway, they couldn't do anything about it. I'm in Japan, they're in the Philippines. Anyway, it's too long a story that I'll cut it again: we had a son.

I always wanted to have a young family, so did Keito. It's all weird how life turned out to be, we were already 30 when we married and started our family. Keito joined his Dad's business. We were able to spend time together, we were one normal family.

We were one normal family. Until Keito got obsessed with our son entering Johnny's. He thinks everything I do is against it. He just turned crazy one dinner, when I server a fish meal. I don't know how or why, but the argument went to a little too far. Weeks later, we decided to divorce. Months later, I was on a plane back to the Philippines.

A/N: Early this year, I had this dream of Keito and me fighting at the dinner table, resulting to a divorce, and our son was shocked (well, he should be), our son's friends were shocked... It was a beautiful nightmare. :D
I feel weird making this story. It's all fun when I share it to my friends, and everybody laughs. But it's not fun when things sound serious. So, laught it all up, people! xD  

I know I'm supposed to post a [how lame is] PerioWeek Entry... but, I forgot almost everything. I made mental notes, but, honestly, it is PERIOWEEK afterall. Who would want to remember the cruelty they had to go through?

SocSci is one thing I can't possibly forget, however. It is honestly my FIRST TIME to review. I suck at memorizing, so, I tried my best to memorize... It took me, like, three hours (or years, maybe) to study SocSci... and it's boring... I fell asleep and wasn't able to review anything else. x__x

Bio? Hmmn, fine...
Fil? Didn't review.
PEH? erm, great?
Physics, whatever.
English? epicfail.
Elective? Passed!
CompSci? PASSED!
Res? WTH, essayS? pfft.
CAT? FAIL times three!
Calculus? expect 2.25, ladies and gentlemen (unless my quizzes and homeworks save me)
Chem? What desu yo?

This is the lamest Perio Week, EVER!!!

Labels: school, suicidal, waste

 

Author's Note: I got this crazy idea. And by crazy, I mean, really REALLY really crazy. I'll marry three times. Yes, that's my idea. I made a fiction based on it. I'll be posting my story every week (or every time I got the chance). This week, obviously, it's the first husband.

When I got my license, I was 22, I worked under DPWH. If the PSHS contract didn't exists, I might have flown to Japan ASAP.

Well, anyway, on my 25 birthday, 18th month pay, I started attending to my transfer to Japan. By September, I quit my job; and by December, right after Christmas, I went to Japan.

It was on the plane to Japan where I met my first husband. Of course, at first I didn't know he'd be my husband. Back to the topic, he was friendly, yes. But I wasn't interested. We exchanged contact numbers, just for the sake of friendliness.

Living in a foreign (add NON-ENGLISH SPEAKING) country is frustrating. I wasn't making any friends, and worse, I wasn't making any money. I couldn't find a job. My last hope for an acquaintance was the guy on the plane. And so, I called him and asked for help. He was more than willing to help. He called up a few companies, helped me with my forms, and instructed me well on how to answer questions. I was able to apply in notable companies thanks to my, by the way, dentist friend. In exchange, I helped in his clinic while waiting for my interview dates. In two weeks time, I got a job. New year, new life, new job.

I was highly paid for my minimal effort. I was happy... and was happier when Dentist and I started dating. He's gentle, kind, rich, and fun. We had one year of boyfriend-girlfriend relationship until he proposed, on his 29th birthday. Four months later, we got married. What's sweet is, it was two years after we met.

Life was going well. The clinic was making more than enough for the both of us, and my job was providing enough money for my shopping list. Life is great. No, wait... Life WAS great.

I was in the office when someone called from the hospital. My husband is dead. His student-assistants are dead, and four innocent patients are dead. Later investigations pointed the crime to a rival clinic. People I never met in my whole life were found guilty, and the rival clinic was shut down. Two months later, it was turned into a fitness gym. What I can't understand is, why didn't he tell me anything about a rival clinic, or the death threats, or the seriousness of the situation?

So, I was left alone. Alone with no husband, no kids, a house and lot, a car, a clinic, and my husband's money in the bank.

Still, life can't keep me down. I sold the clinic, since having to maintain it just reminds me of the massacre. I kept the house, however lonely it felt. I kept the car, though I didn't drive it. I kept my job, of course. Even with all my late husband's wealth, I still wanted to work. And I couldn't get myself to spending the money I didn't work for. I invested some of my savings in my friends' businesses, back in the Philippines. I don't really have anything to lose.

One rainy afternoon, in Shibuya Station, I bumped into the guy of my dreams. I forgot about him, but, there he was, standing right in-front of me. After that encounter, I tried getting his attention. I walked in-front of Johnny's Jimusho as much as I can, however far it is from my home and my office. I looked for a part-time job as a model, and I got one!

To be continued... ;]

A/N:
Years ago, Lei had a dream of me meeting my Dentist husband in the plane. I don't know where we're going, but I do know I want to go to Japan. ;P
If you're wondering why I wrote it in past-tense, well, it'll be more fun, right? And years from now, when these things happen, I'll look for this entry and read it, and say, "WTF?!" Then I'll break down and cry...
I almost cried writing my own husband's death. T--T okay, I'm getting all teary-eyed now... If you're wondering why I just have to kill my first husband, well, I can't get divorced twice! And, since Keito is special, he can't die. x_x

Labels: ekek, waste

 

Woo~ Tapos na ang UP-CAT!

Ang ganda ng experience. As in, 'yung preparations... After umalis ng bahay, kumain. Pagdating sa testing center, met the dormers, kain. Habang nage-exam, kain. After exams, kain. Bago umalis sa testing center, I met Ton, so, kain. Pagdating sa bahay, dinner~!

Oh yeah, parang food trip lang. Harhar.

Anyway, natawa ako sa mga questions na Filipino. Una sa lahat, dahil hindi ko ma-gets. Pangalawa, uber corn-E 'yung mga naintindihan ko. "Magkano 'to, patawarin mo 'ko." As in tawa ako to the max. *LOLed* Ang pinakamahirap na part is English. *died*

Ang boring nung Reading Comprehension. Ang binasa ko lang, yung nag-iisang poem at 'yung tungkol sa pamamanhikan. *LOLed*

Ang best part ng UP-CAT ay na-hug ko 'yung mga hindi ko ma-hughug (dahil nasha-shy ako kunwari), at na-hug ako ng mga ayaw magpa-hug. *waves at Ivana*

Ang ganda talaga ng UP-CAT. Sana lang talaga, kasing ganda ng exam 'yung results. *prays*

Labels: life, luck, update