25=Silver

i had a blast yesterday! it was by far the best birthday i had. yes it was the first time away from home, but hunney made sure i would not think about that.

i started my day at work. but couldnt wait for 2pm coz by then ill be heading over to see my baby. he said that he will be taking me out to dinner tonight. i was excited so i thought ill dress up a bit. exactly 2pm, my cab was waiting outside which took me to Epping station in just 5 mins.

by 1630, was already in Uxbridge. he will be out in an hour so i just strolled around the shopping centers and did some window shopping.

as i was walking outside his office, i saw him on the window, talking to his officemate, Marian, and he was wearing the light blue shirt that i like. he just looked so good.

when i got into his office, he handed me a dinner invitation which said that we will be dining in "Chez Pierre" in Harrow. It sounded nice. Inside the invitation was the menu.

starter

spanish omelet with braised eel

main course

stuffed pancakes with noodles and chicken, turkey and salmon in satay sauce

dessert

stuffed pancake with fresh strawberries with icecream and whipped cream with strawberry sauce

and on the bottom it said that today is a Shrove Tuesday or Pancake Day, which explains why the menu has pancakes.

as i was reading it, i was getting hungry. i couldnt wait.

then we headed home. i thought he was just going to leave his bag and we'll go out. to my surprise, he converted his home to "Chez Pierre" which is actually French and means in English, "Peter's Kitchen". he really got me there! he said that there is going to be more surprises. ohhh i love surprises. and he really knows how to get me.

the food was superbly delicious. braised eel was tasty. matches well with the flavor of the spanish omelette. i was full already when the main menu was served. but got to make some room for the dessert, he said. after we ate the stuffed pancakes with turkey in satay sauce and another onewith salmon in garlic cream soup, he then asked me to step out of the room for 2 minutes. talk about effort! he then called me back. with eyes shut, he guided me back to the living room. and when i opened my eyes, right to my very eyes was a lovely chocolate cake with number 25 candles. ohhhh! last time i blew a candle was when i was still little. my baby really knows how to amaze me. and i love chocolates! i wish there was still enough room in my tummy and i can eat the whole cake.hehhehe!

but i have to say that the most romantic part of the night was when he handed me his gift. it was very silver, from the wrap to the actual gift. i just saw these scenes in the movies but its happening to me. this is real. the moment i saw it, i loved it! beautiful! then he explained what the gift was and why was he giving it to me.

its a very beautiful pendant with his name on it, Peter, in hieroglyphics, and a tutankhamen head on top of it.. he got it when he went to Egypt last year. i felt really special because he gave the same exact jewel to his parents and brother. so only the special people in his life have this, which includes me now. hmmm....

no one has ever made me feel very special not until he came along. i feel so loved, cared. that is why i am so affected by him. i am so clinged. i just cannot imagine anymore being with anyone else. it wont feel right. its like bread and butter, jack and jill...we are Mykee and Peter.

My Peter is just the sweetest, most romantic, affectionate, caring, loving partner one can ever have. probably why we meshed so beautifully and we collide magically!

9 hours and counting....

its 9 hours and counting ..and ill be marking my silver year of existence on earth. though its going to be the first birthday away from mum, dad, sis, and bro, im sure i will enjoy my day because i will be spending it with my bestfriend, partner, my family, all rolled in one, my ever beautiful Peter.

Mind the Gap

i was due to go back to epping today because i had to work at 2pm. remember yesterday when no metropolitan line was running in the London Underground? well, it still was paralyzed today. the alternate station is harrow wealdstone which runs the bakerloo line, but it was also suspended. just before we left home, he checked the central line (which is the epping line). it was partly suspended as well. bad luck: i had to go through those stations to get to my final destination!

metropolitan line

having come from a third world country, transportation in London was just amazing to me. we have trains in Cebu but it carried sugarcanes from one place to another, and its a very old train, very recognizable of its bronze color which we shall call, rusts. Manila, Philippines' capital city runs an overground train but its very nothing compared to London. Ours just runs around 2 big cities, Manila and Quezon City. main form of transportation was really bus.

i was beginning to have second thoughts about the Underground after my experience today. but i just cant. i got to my destination at the same exact cost although at a longer duration.

im taking my hats off to the people who runs the Underground because it still took responsibility in the form of Rail Replacement Buses. it is at no extra cost. plus they come every 5-10 minutes. not too bad.

London Bus

if this was in my country, it would have been a different story. i wouldnt get the same assistance as what i am got. the mentality would be, " We are closed. deal with it!".

one of London Underground station

Ri-ya-na? or Rey-yah-nah?

it was a beautiful sunny Saturday in winter, thought we'd go to a posh area near Harrow, Pinner. it is just 2 train stops from Harrow on the hill station. apparently, famous people who lived in Pinner were James Blunt, Sir Elton John and Simon Le Bon.

surprise, surprise! no trains were running in the Metropolitan Line. so we decided to take the bus. it was cheaper for 10p. good choice coz we were able to appreciate the sights along the way.

what a sight to behold when we got there finally! it was very picturesque. definitely one of the nicest places in London. everything was just perfect! plus having to experience it with the love of my life..it was extremely great!




shops were a lot as well. it was a big high street. went into a charity shop for St. Luke hospice and i was able to get a lovely Bodyshop gift set in a very nice packaging for only £2.99! and baby got himself books (in dutch) and vhs tape for just a pound. good deal!

when we went inside Lidl, one of the magazine cover was Rihanna. Story was about the alleged battery of boyfriend, Chris Brown. this wasnt the issue for us, bloody Rihanna's name was. How are you supposed to pronounce it? Ri-ya-na? or Rey-yah-nah? Whatever! whoever created that name must be prosecuted. this almost ruined our day. i have been a fan of hers but after this, i dont think so. i cant afford to get mad at my baby, you know? someone has to take the blame. my Peter's just brought so many good things in my life. Rihanna cant overshadow those. Nobody can. Nobody will.

My first one...

i think i better start by briefly introducing myself..im a 24 year old lad, originally from the phils., moved to london last september 2008.

there are a lot of firsts when i came to what i call now home, London. it was the first time ever that i stayed away from home. not to mention the distance!

my country is known for having strong family values that it comes to a point where in one roof, more than one family squeezed to live. technically its still a family coz after all, they are still blood related. duh! in formal terms, this form of living is described as extended. i woudnt say its the best but certainly it isnt boring. its quite fun actually.

my moving to another country didnt really hit me until a week before i was to depart. on my "despedida"* party, lot of emotions were shown...mostly sad. aside from the immediate family (especially mom and sis) that i will miss (and still does), there were my closest friends. twas hard for them as it was for me. it came to a point where i cried to sleep. but i thought, "i need to go. i had to do this. ". and so i went.

nevertheless, i was also looking forward to coming to UK..

i didnt realize that it was more struggle when i was finally here. its no longer the homesickness, this time it was more of a culture shock! my first home was in a very secluded area. it was so far away from the town centre. if i look out from my windows, all i could see were fields, horses, trees, very green...nothing more! back home, i have always lived in a city where everything is accessible. this was too much for me i said. probably not the best decision, but i got my family worried because i kept on calling them saying that i wanted to give up already. my employers even aggravated the pain that i was experiencing inside me. it wasnt the life that i had hoped for. this wasnt the London depicted in movies and TV. this was the very opposite.

came my good friend, Ara, who came here months before me, became my refuge. i was very weak. she helped me overcome it all. luckily i got a new job a month after and moved on. now, im settled and happy.

i also learned about independence here. back home, we had someone to do chores for us. but here, all you can rely on is yourself. from cooking, doing the dishes, laundry, everything! my mom will laugh at me, but im actually enjoying cooking now. more than ever!

before, i was never interested to other race. although there are some i found cute, but i didnt picture myself becoming intimate with them. they are just good with the eyes and thats it. but 2 months after i got here, i ate all my words, i went out with Western guys. id say they were interesting though mostly are just after the s_x, which wasnt what i wanted. it was also a first to me to get myself involved with a married guy. although it never really lasted; but could have been nurtured. but very glad i didnt.

just almost 2 months ago, i got a gaydar message from harrow123. he was very interesting and so different from the rest. there was something in him that i was really clinged. aside from his blue eyes.hehehe he was simply amazing! we exchanged few emails, chatted on msn, talked on the phone, and decided on the 30th of december to finally meet. odd thing was, i was supposed to meet the married guy on that day but i cancelled it for this new guy. talking about taking risks.

our first date: he grabbed me in Uxbridge Platform 1 and gave me a very warm hug. i thought it was romantic. it was a good indication. i was loving it! he was just great. we clicked so well, we were together until late at night. too bad i had to break it and go home.

our 2nd date was supposed to be that weekend but fate brought us together again on New Year's Eve. it was destined that we celebrate the coming in of 2009 together. A new start. a new beginning. For us, me and my Peter!

after a very sumptuous New Year's Dinner

*despedida-goodbye; farewell