Mixed Thoughts & Feelings On A supposedly Happy Day

Feb. 14, 2007…

WARNING: Pmsing Jen writing… 

I wasn’t expecting anything from him… ok,  maybe a bunch of flowers to be sent to my office like what happens every year (I don’t wanna be a hypocrite naman and say na I didn’t really expect anything from my hubby). After all, he is ADAMMORDO, THE Human walrus, one of the proponents of  THE Man Blog, everybody’s adorable, generous and kind friend, my creative and talented bestfriend, my better half, my soulmate.

Well, true enough, the biggest bouquet of roses were sent to my table that afternoon and I was happy as a fluttering butterfly. I didn’t only love it but my colleagues were also happy for me (& I guess dying of envy as well…hehehe).

So, I was going about my usual business of being the Andrea Sachs of my boss when all of a sudden, a red vision appeared before my tired eyes!  It’s Peter, in a red polo! Woah! I HONESTLY didn’t expect him to be there! It was a pleasant surprise and again, I was happy as a well-fed puppy.

In the midst of all the chaos in our office, with my boss’ blaring voice in the background, telling me to do stuff left and right all at the same time, my baby handed me another gift, a Charriol package with two gift  boxes inside. Wowowee! Not that I knew what Charriol was (chocolates perhaps?)… So I again went about my business, hoping for 5pm to come sooner so I can be alone with my gifts.

I guess my EQ was way down the chart coz a little after 4pm, I already started opening my gifts — the little purple gift box first and the big purple one next. I thought it would contain Belgian chocolates or something (What do I know? I grew up in poverty remember?)…  Then I saw a ring box… my heart flipped for a second before finally opening the little box. It did contain a ring. I was hoping for a split second that it would be my diamond engagement ring but…

It’s a cute silver ring with black and white pearls. Looking at it for the first time, I felt kind of sad… ok, ok, disappointed (happy I’m telling the truth and not sugar coating?). I really, really, REALLY thought, even for just a second, that it would be THE ring I was waiting for my whole life… (I know I’m being overly daramatic here. I can’t help it, sorry). 

So I in turn opened the bigger purple box and it contained a unique necklace of the same make. In hindsight, it dawned on me that Charriol is an expensive and special brand of Jewelry coz  Ate Rose fuzzed over it earlier. However, when I saw the necklace, they didn’t look expensive at all (or it’s just my hormones taking over my brain). And since I still haven’t learned the art of faking happiness or joy, Peter saw everything in my facial expression especially in my eyes, like my disappointment with the gifts and knowing that from then on, this supposed special evening will turn into a nightmare, all because of me being a brat and all that a woman is NOT supposed to be to her loving husband.

(TO BE CONTINUED… I’m sleepy already…hehehe)