Actually I spent the day at my mom's house, but before I went to my mom's house, I was given a BIG surprise.

Friday.
As I stated in my last post, I did brought home some work and was doing it until the wee hours of Friday morning. I was in the zone of developing a web site that I kind of neglected my boyfriend and as a distraction he just played video games while stealing a kiss every now and then. After he went left for his house, I continued to work until three in the morning.

When I woke up around 10 in the morning (we have flexible hours in the office btw), my period became stronger and I had cramps. Determined to finish my work, I exercised, ate brunch, and prepared for work. At first I disregarded the pain, but after a couple of hours, I couldn't concentrate anymore so I decided to go home a bit earlier than planned, rest, and continue work when I'm okay. When I arrived home, I was surprised that my period became heavy and that my sides were hurting. So much for Valentines' eve. I decided to sleep on it but somehow I couldn't, and JC kept checking on me every now and then.

Convinced that rest did me no good, I decided to drink Ibuprofen knowing that it would stop the pain, and sometimes stopping the mentrual flow itself. Again, I started working. My boyfriend kept texting me every now and then just to check if I was still in pain.

Wee Hours of Saturday Morning. 12am-1am.
JC just got off work and he asked me not to sleep yet. I said okay since I am working on a project and I figured he didn't want to feel alone on Valentines since most of the people on the bus are lovey dovey. Anywho, JC and I already had a pre-Valentines date the day before, so its okay. So even while working, we kept checking in on each other and he wanted to keep texting because he said he didn't want to sleep on the bus and miss his stop, which happened to him, more often than not. He then told me that he was halfway already, and I thought it was his signal that he would text me when he arrived at his home.

Twenty minutes later, he was calling me. A bit puzzled for the late morning call {I was still working at that ungodly hour at my apartment}, at first I thought he was just calling to hear my voice on Valentine's day and to be the first one to greet me. But then, he told me that he was in front of my apartment compound and that I should come down and see him. So I figured he was probably there to give me a flower because he kept looking at flowers when we were at the mall.

When I came down, there were some people having a drinking session, and one commented that there was somebody looking for me. When I went out the compound, JC was there with his pals in the car and he said that he had something to give me. Wait a second, I thought he was on his way home. Anyway, I was surprised when he got the ginormous bouquet of roses in the car of his pal. And his friends kept smiling at us.

He said that he went all the way to my house just to give me the flowers at 1 in the morning and that the reason that he kept texting is to keep me awake so that he can deliver the flowers personally. He said I should go back to the apartment and rest and that he only wanted to give them and greet me a Happy Valentines Day.

Needless to say, I am very very very touched by all of this. Honestly, I wasn't expecting anything at all. I am the most unromantic girly girl you'll ever know. It wasn't because of the flowers, but because of the effort that he put in it. He came straight from work, asked the help of his friends, drove all the way in the wee hours of the morning, without any of my knowledge. You see, I don't expect any present at all, and I didn't expect to see him on the day itself for I am such a busy body. That was probably why he was asking what time I was leaving for my mom's house a gazillion times and that he was looking at a gazillion roses a couple of days before. Yes, I've been given a gazillion flowers in the past, but JC's efforts were there, and to think that he was there professing his love in front of his guy pals. By the way, it was a big bouquet of roses, which I think is expensive. Oh well, why does this guy keep try to make me fall deeper and deeper every time? LOL.

When I came back at my apartment, I was booted out of the zone. I just kept staring at the flowers and keep asking myself, how did I not see this coming? I mean, not an inch at all. Why wasn't I even expecting anything? How did I missed the signs that he was planning something. Oh well, its called a surprise. And yes, I don't have a gift for him because it was all really unexpected. Oh well.

Anyway, Monday, we will see each other again. :) What to give as a gift.... hmmmm. Oh well, I'm just happy. =)

Cheers,
Jackie

P.S. I'm here typing at mom's house because we are visiting my sister and my cute nephew tomorrow (It is her birthday).