Full Circle

My Mahal and I are already married for more than a year.   Sad to say that most of that time was spent apart.  He has to work  in Hong Kong while I need to stay in the Philippines to teach.

I think the longest time we lived under one roof was 2 months.  That was summer of  2008.  We settled in a little flat in Hong Kong.  That house for me was special.  I considered it our first home.

When summer of 2008 was over,  I needed to return to Manila.  Little did we know that I was not alone when I left Hong Kong — baby was already with me

Two bleeding episodes, 9 months of growing a bump, and a ceasearan section later, I returned to Hong Kong  just this May.  I was so thrilled of spending my 2-week vacation in our old flat.  I was so glad that my husband had meticulously maintained it in terms of cleanliness.  He is so much better in house cleaning than me.

And that was my last return to our old,  little,  sweet flat.

With my husband’s new job in Laguna, and baby who is already starting to coo and smile, my hubby and I decided to finally settle in the Philippines.

We were just newly weds when we first opened the door of our  flat.  Now we had closed  its door as parents to a cooing baby girl who had waited for us to come home together.

We just got home last 21st of May.  Together.  At long last.

A full circle.

FABFINDS THURSDAYS #02: COUPLE CANDY

Hooray for my first wifespeak post! Oh goodie, goodie!  WS Post#1

I can say I am vain when it comes to clothing.  I simply scrutinize the color, the fabric, the cut,  and of course, the brand whenever I buy clothes.  And I need to try it on before I attempt to purchase it.

Quite the opposite with my husband.  He is so simple. All he wanted is that his clothes are wrinkle-free and fresh-smelling. Period. That is fashion for him.  He sleeps over the couch of the clothing store whenever I go shopping for clothes.  Haha!  That’s why I love him.

Although my husband and I may differ in terms of fashion sense, I believe when we walk together holding hands is as good as walking the ramp wearing Prada.

For my 2 couples who are candies for the eye…

I choose Richard Gomez and Lucy Torres.  Look at them.  They even complement colors when they go out in public!  They simply have fashion chemistry.  Flawless and chic Lucy + Tall, dark, and handsome Richard = Perfect fashion model couple.  They are simply mesmerizing together.

Fab and chic

My second choice is Charlene Gonzalez and Aga Muhlach.  The wife is a beauty queen,  need I say more?! And the husband is a matinee idol since birth.  Put them together and you create a perfect symphony of fashion sense.  Add their perfect twins for that matter! God, even their twins  have fashion statements!  I think the hall of their house is a fashion ramp.

The dimpled guy and the beauty queen

These couples are blessed in terms of fashion.  I simply adore them!

The Perfect Cup of Coffee

May 10, 2009.  6:10pm.

Overlooking Hong Kong Island at Victoria Harbor,

my husband beside me,

and my parents whom I brought with me as my gift for them this Mother’s Day,

I held a steaming cup of Caramel Macchiato.

I can say it was the most perfect cup of coffee I ever had in my entire life.

One

It has been a year since I discovered blogging as a medium for my cluttered thoughts on life, love, megamouth sharks, and everything in between.

I realized how therapeutic and fun blogging was.  When I started, I thought that it would just be a boring routine. Meeting call center guy, call center gal, maver, josiet , cash cow, and the others had proven it otherwise.

My wish for my blog’s 1st anniversary is to meet more nice people like them. Mabuhay kayo!

For my year ender, I gave my site a makeover. Do you like it?

Also, let’s try to review the year that was.  My top 3 most visited posts were:

3 – The Unweatherly Report. 112 views.

It just started with a simple ranting over the strong rain.  The next thing I knew, I was linked by Manuel L. Quezon III. Wow! I feel quite flattered.

2 – Simply Being Pinoy. 393 views.

I was in Hong Kong when I wrote this post.  I was kinda nostalgic of home.  I missed  my isaw days in Peyups and mom’s home cooked meals.

1 – And my top post is (Drum roll please…..)

A Pregnant’s Top 10 List with 2,300 views.

I never thought that there were so many pregnant women or people interested about pregnancy that they bothered checking out my site.  I wrote this post  last December when I was 7 months pregnant. I was so desperate of being online that time because I was deprived of my laptop for almost a month.  I felt like bursting out all my contained rants and raves.

Thank you so much for the people who believed in me and my posts.  (Sounds like an acceptance speech. Eeeuw!)

Sneak peak of what is to come on The Dusk Chronicles…

My participation in wifespeaks (Thanks, maver!) .

Updates on my Digital Coffee Cup…

A series on food trivias. FOOD SCIENCE 101.

and etc…

No more spoilers, ok.

As I always say, each dusk is a beginning.

Turning 30…

The secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and lie about your age.

– Lucille Ball

No, this is not my birthday cake. It is my Baby's when she turned 1 month old...

Guess Baby's age now? Hehe

They say it is rude to ask a lady their age.

Well, there is some truth to that.  I feel my skin crawl each time someone asks me how old I am.  I don’t know.  It’s just me, I guess. And some billion other ladies out there.  Ha ha!  But frankly, I do not answer the question.  I just laugh it off to change the subject.  And if the person is sensitive enough, he/she should shift to the next topic.

Statistics had shown that AGE is one of the top 3 things that people lie about.  With one’s INCOME and SEX LIFE  following consecutively.

That made me think.

Perhaps the reason why people are quite uncomfortable when being asked about their age is that a truth in the form of a 2-digit number flashes at the back of their heads. People starts to panic seeing this number flashing mercilessly  deep within and starts asking themselves, “Will I tell the truth?”,   “Is my age so apparent?”, “Will my age ruin my perfectly done face lift?”, “Will I be judged?”.  Tsk tsk.  Truth is never kind, you know.

Or perhaps people are hesitant to tell their age because deep down inside, they know they had failed to act their age and feel sorry about it.   I admit  that happens to me quite often. Ha ha!

I  turned 30 last 18th of April.  I am proud to say that my greatest achievement in life, so far in the past 30 years,  was to bear a beautiful daughter.  My baby just outshines my all other accomplishments.

Proud Mom at 30.

Now that I am at my third decade of existence, it just made me stop to wonder the events in my life that are both significant and mundane.  Should I be ashamed of my age?  I had realized that I need not be.  I am too blessed to be keeping  my age to myself.  Just too blessed.  Posting my true age in cyberspace is but proof  that I am now proud of reaching this point of my life.

Indeed, age is a very high price to pay for maturity.