Happy Birthday Love Love
07-24-2010 Saturday
Gramma's spaghetti is still the best among others, and since I suck at cooking, I asked her to cook me a spaghetti for Alex's birthday today, to which she gladly did. I went home yesterday, and asked my gramma to join me buy some stuff that I'm gonna need this August, and to also buy ingredients for her special spaghetti. I wanted to spend more time with gramma whenever I can. It's my way of showing her that I miss having her around.
When I woke up in the morning, the smell of the spaghetti sauce drifted in the air. I inhaled the heavenly aroma, stretched and got up. I got dressed and attended the early morning worship service.
After the worship service, the spaghetti was well prepared. My gramma helped me pack the food, and the stuff we bought yesterday. I wasn't so happy walking around carrying a bunch of stuff with me but I consoled myself with thinking that Alex will be happy to have some spaghetti for his birthday. Even though I haven't picked out a gift for him yet, I hoped that the spaghetti would cheer him up. I know he's been down lately for not having a job yet, but I'm not rubbing it to his face or anything, I've learned to be more patient with that.
I arrived in Blumentritt a few minutes before 10 in the morning. I fumbled for my key, which is slightly hard to do when I'm trying to balance all the stuff I have in my hands. When I finally got it out, I slipped it into the doorknob, and pushed the door open.
For a change, the room wasn't in a total wreck. The dishes have been washed, dried and stacked up neatly. There's no stain on the floor, matter of fact, it looked like it has been sweeped clean to the point that there's not even a hint of dust on it. I smiled, finally I was able to go home on a clean room, instead of a wrecked one.
Alex was still asleep, lying face down on the bed. I set aside the stuff I was holding and knelt on the floor to gently wake him up. He opened his eyes, focused his gaze on me, as if making sure that he's no longer dreaming.
I touched his face gently and kissed him on the cheek, "Good morning love love, Happy birthday.."
He stretched out his arms to hug me, "Thank you."
"You're 26 today. That makes you officially 5 years older!" I teased. "Get up and let's eat the spaghetti."
He hugged me once more before getting up.
We shared a nice breakfast of spaghetti that my gramma cooked. I watched him eat happily. I told him that I haven't come up with a present yet so he can just let me know what he would want.
His fork hung in midair, "A tire for my mio would be nice" he said, smiling.
I rolled my eyes at him, "Hah! You wish!"
We have nothing planned for his birthday so we just stayed at home, to eat, watch TV, and enjoy the time we have together. He didn't ask for anything , he said that the food I brought him is enough and besides, he doesn't want me to spend more than what I could afford. I know he's shy to ask since he's still jobless.
We watched a couple of DVD's and both of us fell asleep halfway through the 3rd movie. It was almost 7 in the evening when he woke me up, and he reminded me that we have to go to the doctor for my regular check-up. Ok, here we go again.
After the check-up, we went back home and ate some more spaghetti. Man, I'm so full of spaghetti today. Then, we stayed outside to hang-out with thy neighbors. They sang an out of tune version of Happy Birthday and asked him if he's gonna buy some drinks tonight. He admitted he doesn't have the money, well, they knew he recently lose his job so they come up with their own money to buy beer.
Now instead of killing myself with jealousy over not being able to drink unlike before, I decided to let the guys be guys and drink 'till they get wasted. I went back to our room, turned the TV on, and tuned it to HBO. I can hear them talking and laughing loudly outside. He's with his boys, he was able to drink on his special day, he sounded happy, so yeah that's good enough for me.
I just turned the TV off when Alex entered the room. The strong smell of beer and smoke drifted and I wrinkled my nose. He lie down in bed beside me, I wrinkled my nose even more, "Gee, take a bath, brush your teeth, wash your face please. You smell awful"
He laughed, "I will." He hugged me tightly. "Love," he called seriously.
"Hmmm?" I was holding my breath.
"Thank you so much for this day."
"Are you happy?" I asked.
"Very..." he said, snuggling closer. "Because you're here for my birthday..."
"Really?"
"Really..." he tried to kiss me.
I turned away "Argh! Go take a bath!".
He stood up laughing. He grabbed the towel off the rack, fished out a cigarette stick from his pocket, put it in between his lips and went to the bathroom. That's his ritual before taking a bath-- taking a dump while smoking a damn cigarette. I wonder why I never did that before.
His birthday turned out good. And I'm happy that he's happy. Love love, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. i LOVE YOU LOTS xoxo..
When I woke up in the morning, the smell of the spaghetti sauce drifted in the air. I inhaled the heavenly aroma, stretched and got up. I got dressed and attended the early morning worship service.
After the worship service, the spaghetti was well prepared. My gramma helped me pack the food, and the stuff we bought yesterday. I wasn't so happy walking around carrying a bunch of stuff with me but I consoled myself with thinking that Alex will be happy to have some spaghetti for his birthday. Even though I haven't picked out a gift for him yet, I hoped that the spaghetti would cheer him up. I know he's been down lately for not having a job yet, but I'm not rubbing it to his face or anything, I've learned to be more patient with that.
I arrived in Blumentritt a few minutes before 10 in the morning. I fumbled for my key, which is slightly hard to do when I'm trying to balance all the stuff I have in my hands. When I finally got it out, I slipped it into the doorknob, and pushed the door open.
For a change, the room wasn't in a total wreck. The dishes have been washed, dried and stacked up neatly. There's no stain on the floor, matter of fact, it looked like it has been sweeped clean to the point that there's not even a hint of dust on it. I smiled, finally I was able to go home on a clean room, instead of a wrecked one.
Alex was still asleep, lying face down on the bed. I set aside the stuff I was holding and knelt on the floor to gently wake him up. He opened his eyes, focused his gaze on me, as if making sure that he's no longer dreaming.
I touched his face gently and kissed him on the cheek, "Good morning love love, Happy birthday.."
He stretched out his arms to hug me, "Thank you."
"You're 26 today. That makes you officially 5 years older!" I teased. "Get up and let's eat the spaghetti."
He hugged me once more before getting up.
We shared a nice breakfast of spaghetti that my gramma cooked. I watched him eat happily. I told him that I haven't come up with a present yet so he can just let me know what he would want.
His fork hung in midair, "A tire for my mio would be nice" he said, smiling.
I rolled my eyes at him, "Hah! You wish!"
We have nothing planned for his birthday so we just stayed at home, to eat, watch TV, and enjoy the time we have together. He didn't ask for anything , he said that the food I brought him is enough and besides, he doesn't want me to spend more than what I could afford. I know he's shy to ask since he's still jobless.
We watched a couple of DVD's and both of us fell asleep halfway through the 3rd movie. It was almost 7 in the evening when he woke me up, and he reminded me that we have to go to the doctor for my regular check-up. Ok, here we go again.
After the check-up, we went back home and ate some more spaghetti. Man, I'm so full of spaghetti today. Then, we stayed outside to hang-out with thy neighbors. They sang an out of tune version of Happy Birthday and asked him if he's gonna buy some drinks tonight. He admitted he doesn't have the money, well, they knew he recently lose his job so they come up with their own money to buy beer.
Now instead of killing myself with jealousy over not being able to drink unlike before, I decided to let the guys be guys and drink 'till they get wasted. I went back to our room, turned the TV on, and tuned it to HBO. I can hear them talking and laughing loudly outside. He's with his boys, he was able to drink on his special day, he sounded happy, so yeah that's good enough for me.
I just turned the TV off when Alex entered the room. The strong smell of beer and smoke drifted and I wrinkled my nose. He lie down in bed beside me, I wrinkled my nose even more, "Gee, take a bath, brush your teeth, wash your face please. You smell awful"
He laughed, "I will." He hugged me tightly. "Love," he called seriously.
"Hmmm?" I was holding my breath.
"Thank you so much for this day."
"Are you happy?" I asked.
"Very..." he said, snuggling closer. "Because you're here for my birthday..."
"Really?"
"Really..." he tried to kiss me.
I turned away "Argh! Go take a bath!".
He stood up laughing. He grabbed the towel off the rack, fished out a cigarette stick from his pocket, put it in between his lips and went to the bathroom. That's his ritual before taking a bath-- taking a dump while smoking a damn cigarette. I wonder why I never did that before.
His birthday turned out good. And I'm happy that he's happy. Love love, HAPPY BIRTHDAY. i LOVE YOU LOTS xoxo..
Labels: alex, birthday, celebrate, cook, gramma, love, pink crimson, spaghetti
posted by Monica-Lynne @ 3:21 AM
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