Now Woody, he's been my pal for as long as I can remember.

Well, look what just leaked. After spending all day playing Undisputed 2010, it's time to even my manliness with this. I have a pretty good idea of what film we will be watching on our movie date for tomorrow because somebody hasn't seen this yet. (What a Philistine! I know) :D

Manly tears are gonna be shed tomorrow.

Sleeper

I've come up with a 10 year's old analogy for what we're dealing with and told her this like 3 weeks ago. Basically what I've said was we're like in a race that has just began and we are nearing the 1/4th mark. We may get discouraged by the distance that looms among us, but once we get past the half mark or shoot me in the ass, 3/4's of the race, that is when the real race begins. The giddyness sets in.

I'm not saying that I'm not giddy right now at the thought of seeing her again cause believe me, I fucking am. I've already spent countless hours practicing my "why did you ever go back here, you left me all alone"-face. (I KID, I KID!).
Kidding aside, just the mere thought of being with her again, let alone doing what we tend to do, like watching bad movies to laugh at them, is making my heart warm in all the right places.
Her on my side is the real-life equivalent of Judd Nelson's self righteous raised fist on freeze frame at the end of The Breakfast Club. And yes, I am hyping that up.

It'll probably be crazy or low-key when we're nearing the finish line. Who knows what will happen?! We might drink some cheap wine and pretend how we know fine art.
But the one thing I'm sure of is I'll be sleeping and sleeping, because sleeping is my no. 1 ally in seeing her again. The more I sleep, the faster we get through this.

The days go by so slow.

318,914,901,224,141 days till she comes back. Distance is such a fucking chore. (no shit, sherlock!)

To be honest, I was such a mess even before she left. Sulking at my former office while on my station and even sulking while I was on a jeepney on my way home, I could just imagine the thought of the driver sitting next to me (FYI: I always seat on the front).
He is probably wondering a.) what the damage is with this guy,
b.) I'm crying as a distraction for him to not ask if I had already paid the fare, c.) I'm blazing my eardrums to Rockstar 2's "Bakit" on my earphones. If I could take a guess, he was prolly thinking "c".
That constantly happened for a month and a half. But I guess I'm doing fine by myself right now because I have to, and I need to. For her.

You know what the sad part really is with this distance thing happening between us? The worst part of all of this is that I cannot hold her hand because really, the shit that life brings you are so easy if you have somebody's hand to hold onto.
I guess as people, we all just really want to have our hands held.

Is this thing on?

Wow, took me almost 2 months to fill this thing up! What were the things restraining me from doing so? I guess it was work, boredom, virgining out with video games, sulking because the girlfriend left the country (hence, the name of the blog), films, reading stuff, getting drunk to forget. Stuff like that.

I guess this'll chronicle life without Cha for like a year or so which I'm terribly adjusting to. Cut me some slack, we've been together for most eternity, like 4 years really but it feels like that in a she keeps the cereals fresh kind of way.

So, get ready for some whiny posts about her and shit because I am such a pussy and a man-child who means well (deal with it).

I just plainly miss her...

Delaware, where are you?