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On Negative Emotions
I realized recently that as I grow older, my tolerance for bullshit and noise, literal and otherwise, has constantly diminished. Impressing others and pretending to
Don’t Let the Kids Get All the Fun
This past weekend, we got a present. It came in the form of an annoying doorbell ring early on Saturday morning. Neither of us wanted
It’s Okay Not to be Happy
I’m a pretty neurotic person. Worrying about anything–from the possibility of having an aneurysm to whether I cooked the meat well enough to whether I’m good
Playing in the Snow
This is what happens when two big goofs can’t resist playing in the first snow of the season. Be warned: Poop jokes are involved (as
Marriage Makes You Saner, At Least Through the First 8 Months
Jenny and I have been married for over eight months. I think we’ve been each other’s sanity in this half-year-plus. It’s normal for a married
Cooking Filipino Food (By an American, Rather Wonderful Man)
I celebrated my birthday with my wonderful husband for the second time last weekend. Yes, in an ideal world, you get an entire three-day weekend
“Who Farted? It Wasn’t Me!”
Timmy and I have a lot in common. One of these attributes (special powers?) involves the ability to make fantastic farts. Allow me to explain. Loud
Learn to Appreciate the Small Stuff: Like Dying Leaves and Midgets
Already Jenny has spent more time in the US than I did in the Philippines. She has a better grasp of cultural norms here, which
LDR No More
Three days ago, I met Timmy again after six months. It was different from the last times we’ve been together. Back then it ended in
An Easy Promise
A certain bee I know will be with me soon in my humble little home in the United States. I only need to survive a
Sayonara Skype, Loneliness, and Pooping with the Door Open
Jenny is on her way here. Not at this very moment, but soon. Very soon. Soon enough where there are parts of my apartment I
3 Years of Bee-ing Together in Accurate AF Pictures
Year 1 – Year 2 – Year 3 Happy third loveaversary, Drunky McPotato O’Bee!!! Soon we will move on from that third picture. Especially since
LDR is Freaking Hard. And I Wouldn’t Have it Any Other Way
Many times in a long distance relationship you’d have to force yourself to be positive. Positive that you’ll see each other soon enough. That you’ll
Love is Patient…Until it’s Not
Loving someone from half a world away is painful at times. True, I wouldn’t change a thing on how my relationship with Timmy evolved. I
Kilig In The Name Of
I don’t have much to say here. I just thought the title was great. It’s a play on the song Killing in the Name by
Real Men Wear Flowers
It’s been 2 months and 12 days since I last saw Timmy/felt the tip of his fingertips brush against mine as he walked away from
A Lie I Told My Fiancée This Morning
I lied to my fiancée today. This is my confession. Each day when I get on the train for my commute she asks if I’m
What It’s Really Like to Ice Skate for the First Time
If there is one thing Timmy is way better than I am at (except buffets), that is ice skating. During beecation last April, he showed
Two Week Long Distance Relationship Optimism
I put the Tim in optimism; at least based on the latest thing I found online last night. No it wasn’t the obituary of an
The Agony of Waiting for Petition Approval
Back in March Jenny and I filed our I-129F petition. It’s the first step in being together on a permanent basis. This will make fighting
Old People Would Rather Watch Batman vs Superman than Jungle Book in the Philippines
No beecation is complete without watching at least one movie in the theater. Beecations are the only time Timmy and I get to do this
How to Give Your Wife the Best Birthday Ever
DISCLAIMER: This is only guaranteed to work if wife is a bee. Tire yourself out the day before so you could sleep early and wake
Post-Being Together Blues
I miss being with Timmy. It’s as if everything is duller without him by my side. But I don’t want to write a sad post.
