Happy Birthday to an Awesome Guy!

Happy birthday to one of the most awesome people I know, my papa.



I love you, Pops! Keep rocking!


Catching Up

It feels as if it’s a long time since I last blogged. There’s a very good reason for that.
You see, I’ve been very busy. Very busy catching up with hubby.


We had a huge fight this past few days. And we when there’s a conflict between, it’s like cold war between us. No talking. No texting. Nothing. Which also means there’s nothing to write about.


Now that we’ve patched things up, we’re back to our perky, cheerful, and playful selves. And that’s why I’ve been busy. We’ve been going out and hanging out with each other just to catch up with those lost days that we ignored each other.


Lesson learned. If you have any conflicts or disagreements with your partner, try and fix it as soon as you can. Don’t let the days pass by without trying to fix it because those are days wasted. With those days, you could’ve created happy memories together. You could’ve spent those days being with the one you love. Get my point?


So anyway, that’ it.


Oh, this week is our wedding anniversary week. I was planning to post something special for hubby to read but because of what happened, I wasn’t able to. But I’ll write something about it sooner. Would you let me?


Well, I have to go. It’s Saturday night and it’s movie night for JJ and I. See ya on my next post.



Don’t you find this to be so true?




The First Man I’ve Ever Loved

I’d like you to meet the first man I’ve ever  loved.
Dionisio, Jr.
Do you know why I love him?
Because he’s cool and always love a good laugh.
When we’re we little, we’d gather around in our living room and tell funny stories. Mostly, about his boyhood and the pranks they did with his buddies. Until now, I can’t forget the story how they punked the priests in his school into thinking there’s another Japanese invasion.
Because he’s the best guitar player I’ve ever known.
He’s been playing the guitar ever since I can remember.
Whenever he hears a song that has great guitar riffs, or just plain good to play, he’d listen to it all over again for a week or less and he’ll ear play it on his Yamaha guitar.
He used to play at bars when he was still single.
You know why he taught himself to play the guitar? Because it was a good excuse to get away from the bad influences in his old home.
Do you see the black and white picture on top? That’s him with Auntie Edith and their group performing for Channel 9, back when there weren’t a lot of shows on TV.
Because he’s one of the few best tenor singers I’ve ever met.
He’s the strongest and most reliable tenor singer in the choir. In fact, his voice is worth five tenor singers. And he can sing bass, too!
If he can’t sing anymore, that’ll probably be the day I’ll stop directing church choirs.
Even if his gig days are over, he still sings, especially on special occasions.
Because he’s the most influential person my life.
He’s the one who discouraged and encouraged me to serve a mission.
In fact, he’s the one who helped me turn my life around.
When I was a teenager, I was turning into a rebel. One day, he told me, “I’m disappointed at you.”
Those words got into me and decided to make some changes.
Because he’s a loving, caring, wonderful man.
He tries his best to take care of us, provide for us, serve us, and stay strong for us. Although he doesn’t show it, we can feel that he does love his family. Plus, he’s not afraid to show us some tough love.
Because he loves the Lord very much.
He tries to magnify all of his callings, and it never tires him. From high councilman to a stake councilor, from ward Sunday School president to High Priest group leader, and from sealer to patriarch, he always try to magnify all of them. My bet is as long as he can, he’ll continue to serve the Lord.
And I love him because he is.
Pa, I love you forever.
Father's Day

The Reason I’m Giving Away a Bag

Last night, on a jeep ride home, my phone got stolen by a pickpocket
I’m so sad and so mad last night (I still do) that I wasn’t able to sleep well. I just watched two episodes of Game of Thrones the whole night, instead. It made me feel better, somehow.


But still I can’t forget that thief outsmarted me. At my weakest and lowest moment. Remember this post? Yep, I’m still feeling it right now.
This has never happened to me before. That’s why I’m so mad at myself for letting my guard down.
I’m so not like that, letting my defenses down, you know.


I’ve roamed the streets of downtown Colon and Carbon Market all by myself and not one instance was I ever mugged or robbed (knock on wood), But on a jeep. On my way home.
 My whole life was in that phone. Urgh, If could curse a person, I would.


Lesson learned. I should’ve listened to my instinct when it told me to install a phone tracking or an anti-theft phone app. If I could go back in time, I would install it. And I don’t care how much I have to pay for it.
But it’s all to late now.


The only good thing that happened to me last night was I was quick enough to think of changing all my passwords and disabling my mobile access, missing dinner and all.
Oh, and my iPod and wallet are safe. So that makes two good things that happened to me last night.


And because of what happened to me last night, I’m giving away this pre-loved bag:





I got this for Christmas two years ago, and I only use it when it’s raining, so it’s still in good condition.


Please don’t think that this is an unlucky bag because it’s not.
I’m just giving this away because I don’t want to be reminded of what happened last night, and the fact that I was outsmarted by the pickpocket. So there.


If want this bag, contact me or comment below.
The giveaway is not sponsored or anything.

If someone texts you using my number, pretend it’s me and ask for the my  whereabouts. 
You already know why.

Have you ever felt …

… that feeling when you just want to lie down all day?
… that you don’t want to do anything at all besides sitting and staring at an infinite abyss of nothingness?
… that you don’t want to go to church at all?
… that you don’t want to magnify your church callings?
… that talking to people is such an effort? That even saying a one-word greeting ‘Hi/Hello’ requires all your muscles?
… that nothing inspires you?
… that reading is no longer an entertaining past time?
… that watching TV makes you feel bored even if Alden Richards (sorry Alden, nothing personal) is on the show?
… that going to work makes you dread Mondays?
… that you don’t want to blog?
… that you just don’t want to care about what food you stuff inside your mouth?
… that you just don’t want to care about exercising and dieting?
… that you just want to cash out all your savings and investments and go on a big shopping splurge?
Well, have you ever felt that?
Because, I do. And that’s what I’m feeling right now.
I don’t know why.
Is it because I’m lethargic, depressed, bored, stressed, hormonal?
I seriously don’t know what is wrong with me. All I know that munching on a large pack of Granny Goose Kornets cheese-flavored corn snacks all by myself makes feel so good that I’m going to regret munching this after I eat them all. And I’m pretty sure Josh is going to be so mad at me for eating his snacks.
Seriously, I don’t know what is wrong me.
And you want to know something else?
This YouTube video makes me laugh no matter how many times I watch it (wait for the slowmo):

I don’t know why.

The Woes of Infertility (a little sad post so read at your own risk)

While riding on a jeep home tonight, I happen to notice a beautiful toddler at about two years old. She was so beautiful with her ivory white skin, big dark brown eyes, and shiny black hair. After several minutes of looking at her — no, practically gawking at her — I felt a sudden pang, a sudden longing for a baby… a baby girl.


Yes, I wanted to have a baby boy initially, but after seeing that kid, I suddenly changed my mind. Now, I want to have a girl, like hubs does. I want to have a baby in my arms. I want to go to the mall and buy her  cute little dresses. I want to brush her hair and tie it with girly little bow clips. And I want to dress her like she’s my human barbie doll. And then when she’s old enough to walk, I would pester JJ to take us on a walk to the park and then buy us vanilla sundae cones at Seven Eleven afterwards. Then when she turns 16, we can talk about boyfriends and crushes and tell her about my misfortunate love stories. And when a guy  calls on her at our house, we (and I mean me, JJ, the grandparents, uncles, cousins, and in-laws) would panel interview him to know what his true intentions are for our daughter…


Oh… just thinking about what we could do when we have our own daughter makes want to have a baby NOW.


The sad reality, however, is I’m not pregnant because I’m ‘temporarily’ infertile. It’s heart breaking, but it’s the truth. I thought things will normalize when I got married, as what my doctor told me, but apparently, it didn’t. It only got worse.


So there, the truth is out as to why, after being married for almost three years, I’m still not preggo. (from that confession, I’m hoping that people will stop asking me whether I’m expecting or not from this time forth because, honestly, it’s starting to get on my nerves.)


We keep praying, me most especially, that we will be blessed with a baby. But I guess it’s not our time yet. Still, I’m hopeful because that’s what patriarchal blessing has promised me. I’m just worried that it might not come too soon. I’m willing to wait, but my body is like a ticking bomb, you know, so I don’t want to wait that loooooooooooooooong.


On the scientific side, my current doctor prescribed some meds for me. But I don’t want to take them. I know it can be good for me, but I want to get pregnant naturally. Plus, I’m done with taking drugs. Do you have any ideas on how to get preggo naturally? I’m open for suggestions, you know, as long as it doesn’t require me to take pharmaceutical drugs.


Oh, I wish my body is fine like the other wives. Sometimes, I think it’s unfair because there are girls who get knocked up even though they’re still waaay to young to be a mother. And for those who are old enough to be one, they don’t get pregnant, like me.


Ugh… this is so sad.


Anyway, let me just end here. I don’t want to bore you with my woes. Don’t say I didn’t warn you, though.


For those who commented on my hormone thingy post on Facebook, I regret to say that I’m not pregnant, at least  not any time soon. I appreciate your ‘congratulations and well-wishes’ though. But I what I will really appreciate are your prayers (don’t care what religion you are in as long as it’s sincere) and some suggestions.


And when all our prayers will be answered, I will let you know. Pinky swear. 

Random Photos for a Random Mind (Boracay Day 2)

My mind is in total shambles right now. Maybe because in four hours’ time, the weekend is over? So I thought I’ll just post some random photos from our trip in Boracay.


This were taken during one of our musings in the island. I love it that the sand is so fine, like milk  powder, that they can make big sand castles like that photo with the hubby.
and this:
excuse my phone camera.


Apart from swimming, we also did other fun activities like this buggy and ATV ride up to the mountain. It was really fun. Although my thumb really hurt for pressing the accelerator, the ride was worth it.


We also did fly fish, but I wasn’t able to capture it on camera. The fly fish was the best. We had total fun screaming and laughing. Josh and Jael fell off the water while riding the inflatable thingy. I wasn’t thrown off because I was sitting in the middle. So what I did was just jumped off to get the feel of it. It turns out, it wasn’t fun than being really thrown off.


Oh yeah, if you’re interested to know how much we paid for it, in case you visit the island, we only paid Php 750 per person. That includes the ATV or buggy ride plus the fly fish. We haggled, of course! We had an accountant with us so…you know, she sweet talked the tour guide.


So that pretty much sums up our three days two nights holiday in Boracay. Oh, if you’re planning to go on a holiday there and you’re looking for less expensive but comfortable accommodation, let me know. I can give you the number of the lodge’s owner to book.

Oh, weekend. You are so near, yet so far.