Super TGIF!

Kyle files: Coming home soon

I’m on car coding today but when it got lifted at 10am, I drove to the vet to visit Kyle. They just bathed him early this morning so he was so cute, kissy and cuddly. ‘Quite a stark contrast from being bantut-dungis when I visited him last night.

He’s recovering well. Super thank God that he is not incontinent and when he recovers fully, he can be a normal, happy, kulit kitty again.

Kyle is scheduled to come home this weekend so I need to buy a pet pen at Tiendesitas tomorrow and some bed covers for him. He needs to be confined in a limited area for a while. I’m just afraid that he will jump all over the apartment again and damage the already recovering stitches.

Friends, thanks for the well-wishes and for checking up on him. We still need your prayers.

Zen living

A friend of mine a.k.a. Vince gave me the Zen Habits blog site.

May I just say that aylavet!!!

Simplifying and living a frugal life are both so in these days.

Thanks, Beans.

I’m really loving the articles.

Simplifying and saving

Yes – I am simplifying.

Notice that I have not gone out very often. If I call friends, I normally invite them to share room service with me so it’s still a quiet and cozy dinner.

Are my super clubbing days over?

Honestly, I’m not sure. Lately, though, R. needs to drag me to Martinis for a drink or two and it’s just 16 floors away from us. I just really want to stay in.

I’m happy staying in at the club floor or just at home – reading books, surfing while watching over Kyle. Napping. And napping some more.

While being a Recessionista is the name of the game, it’s both saving money and being at peace for me.

Simple living is peaceful. Happy.

Kyle really made a lot of difference when I got him.

Need I say more that R.’s being rock-solid lately has done a major dent?

Purging and spring cleaning

Oh yeeez. The inevitable.

I will try to purge my closet once again.

3 things:

One, I need to let go of stuff that I don’t use to make room for new ones. Charo gave me a brilliant idea. If I want to buy new things, I need to let go of the old ones to lessen the guilt a wee little bit. Hahaha.

Two, I want to sell some of my things so I can earn a few grand for Kyle’s maintenance. Yes – 2 Louis Vuitton bags are leaving my closet.

Three, I want to give the rest away to people who really need it. I’ve wanted to do this part. I’m sincere about it so I need to kick myself to organize and pack my stuff this weekend so I can drive to Caritas Manila and deliver the boxes.

Oh yeeez. Purging of friends included in my to-do list.

It’s a necessary evil. There are true friends, positional friends, fair-weather friends and frienemies. I’m ditching the last two.

Who shouldn’t, right?

I don’t have a lot of time in my hands. Who does, anyway? Better take care of the chosen few who will stick with you. ‘no, Arlene?

There is virtue in knowing who your real friends are.

And…finally

I’m wishing for another quiet, relaxed, happy weekend.

My balikbayan Tita Len is here so I’m just looking forward to spending the Saturday with her, mom and Tita Rose.

I wish the same for you, friendships.

Happy weekend!

Hallmark bags

Sometimes, gifts represent something not because of their actual face value but of the events they celebrate or commemorate.

This particular bag is not memorable because it’s another Gucci.

Another – is the operative word. It’s another Gucci bag – the nth in my collection.

The diff is that he gave it to me as a feel-better gift during a time that I cannot seem to be appeased.

The diff is the thoughtfulness and sensitivity it represents.

It’s not the best bag that I got from him. The LV Tivoli still tops the list – but this sure is something that I will remember and keep – kahit giray-giray na siya – 10 years from now.

When he called me on the phone, he was huffing and puffing. ‘Yun pala tumakbo pa sa store before catching his flight to buy me a feel-good present.

It’s very touching.

Actually, kahit na wala na ‘yung bag. I just really appreciate how he is the super cheerleader that he is during low moments. He is just really there – front and center.

He puts me above himself.

I just wish this lasts longer before the next episode.

I really wish he gets over his demons and paranoia because I’m really not going anywhere.

With a guy like this, who would?

So inner circle, mag-join forces sa pagdadasal that he really stays this way for a long, looooong time.

Paging Des, Gemma, Arlene and Tanie! All together now!

Hahaha.

The good from bad

Yes – good life is really a matter of perspective.

As cliché as it sounds, it really depends on how you see the glass: half-empty or half-full.

Admittedly, I have not gone to the usual cocktail nights and parties for almost 2 weeks now. I’ve been busy taking care of Kyle. To see a little creature get sick and feel pain like that really robbed me off my usual sunshiny disposition.

I can feel my heart being crushed as I looked over him at the operating table. I watched over him during his surgery last Monday. I literally had to choke back tears and bite my tongue.

Good things, however, spring from sad and hurtful moments.

R. is not a “cat person.” Burned from the experience with the mischievous Persian cat shared with his ex, he developed a disliking for cats of all kinds. When I got Kyle, he made it clear that he doesn’t want anything to do with him. His claim: they can both live in peaceful coexistence in my apartment sometimes – but that’s as far as their relationship goes.

When Kyle got sick, though, he constantly called me to ask for updates and shared tips on how to take care of him while he was sick. R. was there on the other line when I was sobbing in my car on my way back to the vet hospital for Kyle’s surgery. He was my security blanket and my solid rock of strength.

When he arrived last week, he offered to share a huge chunk of the hospital bill. More than that, we visited Kyle everyday. He played with him with torn up newspapers last Saturday evening.

On his way back to Hong Kong yesterday, he even volunteered to visit Kyle again before going to the airport.

Paano mo naman hindi mamahalin ang taong ganito kahit may topak at sumpong paminsan-minsan?

All my friends (and my aunt) said the same thing – he is doing it for me. And because of me.

I know that.

He doesn’t read my blog –

But R., thanks for loving Kyle for me. Thanks for not taking things for granted, for valuing what’s important for me. Thanks for being there.

And thanks for being my number 1 cheerleader.