This Funny Thing Called LIFE

We had Kylee since June 18 and she is still here with us. Its a joy to have a kid in the house. She is a girl so she was not more of a rugrat like Ondrej. Dont get me wrong, I love fatboy! He is like my son but the little rascal is not an Alfalfa but more of a Spanky. He gets along with Beamer perfectly because they both love wrestling.

Of course I feel left out.

Kylee is more of my wavelength. More of a mini-me. A little more girly than I was way back (Arte much!) but a mini-me nonetheless.

My sister, Sugar's bestfriend Carlos is Ky's Daddy. And next week Sugar will be driving with Ondrej from Virginia to New Jersey (fetch my Mom) and then head to The Riv. I miss them. I dont get to hang out with them a lot but maybe in due time we will.

I might enroll in Zumba next week. I heard a lot of it. I know that I needed an exercise and I am perfectly aware that lazy is my middle name when it comes to exercise.

Life is still winning nonetheless.

Quincy Market

It has been common knowledge that I am in awe of Boston. The historical sites are phenomenal. I felt somehow transported. I even think to myself that I like it better than Manhattan. Beamer (also known as the hubster) and I together with Jamie, Sal & Kylee went for a walk in Boston one day. We did not finish the Freedom Trail but I will prod the hubster to do it one day.

Anyway, yesterday Beamer and I agreed that our tables on our Farm wedding will be named after places we liked and adored. 

Getting married has ups and downs and I realized that its a fact of life. If you don't argue it is not a marriage. So yes, we do argue. Sometimes a lot. But often times we just love. 

As this blog is all about (My) married life, feel free to read my other blogs if you get bored.

Queen of the Kitchen

I am the Queen of this kitchen. Disobey me and you STARVE!

I arrived in the glamorous USA (again the reference of USA as glamorous follows my addiction with Juicy!) November 28, 2010. And Sissy visited my crib twice since then. First when we dont have anything but our brand new bed and his old queen size. We practically slept like paupers but in my recollection we've slept on worse! 

I love having my family visit us. I love having Sissy's family visit us as well. I love the feeling it brings to me when we just hang out doing nothing. Its just so nostalgic. The second time Sissy's family visited was after 6 months and though I felt that my crib is a little bit better she pointed out some things I have to do to make it better.I explained, this is not my home. I am merely living here. But she stated: "You have to make it feel like your own. Anything you live in/on must have your signature." And though I am confused whether I should follow her or not, I decided to clean up. Especially after she prodded me to move one table from my Office to the kitchen at 2:oo in the morning.

Well, I hope you like this, Sissy. This is not much but we all got to start somewhere.

Marhaba: Welcome to my Living Room

As I have stated on my Fashion blog:


The Passionate Fashionista: mood dressing shoe-paholic returns
http://tpfashionista.blogspot.com/


I was inspired lately to clean my crib. Sissy sort of challenged me to redecorate and gave me a few tips. So, for the next few days you will be looking at whatever's inside my crib!

Beamer love the new look because it is so cozy! He stated that it was not crampy and it fits our life perfectly. My lazy boy finally has its place.

Happy Mother's Day

I had an absentee father and it resulted to growing up with 2 mothers and a father I never had but aways will be. To my Nanay, Mama Pacita and Papa Vi you were the parents I grew up with and I will love you until the last breath of my being.


When I stated before that I am a difficult person I was not exaggerating. But before I became a difficult person, I was a difficult child.

My mother had a great deal of trouble with me, but I think she enjoyed it.
~Mark Twain

As stated before, I did things during my haywire days that I may not be proud of but I most certainly have no regrets because I am who and what I am now because of who and what I was before. Had I changed something the result would have been different.


The greatest Mothers in the world:
1.) Is the mother who is not your biological mother but loved you just as much.
2.) Is the man who is of no relation but loved, protected, guided and treated you like you are his own.
3.) Is the mother who also stood as a father.


Happy Mothers Day!

The Relentless BUM

"I am here for a purpose and that purpose is to grow into a mountain, not to shrink to a grain of sand. Henceforth will I apply ALL my efforts to become the highest mountain of all and I will strain my potential until it cries for mercy."
Og Mandino


I have been bumming around for a period of time. I sort of get depressed not doing anything. So I try to divert this depression into something useful. As always.

I do scrap booking. And I am through with the Photo Album I gave to Beamer in Dubai, a gift I vowed to finish once I'm here with him. And so I did. And now I'm halfway through with his old photos. I saw his ex-girlfriend and I am pleased. She is pretty. My husband has good taste in women. Hahaha! And I am almost finished with our wedding album.


I do crafts. And I recently made this postcards showcase hanging in our living room. I will be using it on our Farm wedding as well. That's why I am prodding my friends to send me a postcard as an RSVP because it will be decorated on the wedding day itself.

I am on the process of packing the winter clothes since its spring. I'm a little bit dazed of a four season fashion. I am from Philippines and we only have dry or wet season, either way its hot or humid. Then I stayed in Dubai for 4 years which is basically just like Philippines and I also have no problem with that. But here, its too much of a difference that I still need to learn the difference of the winter jacket and a spring jacket (because I never wear one too often) and I no longer need to wear one of my boots because apparently its a winter boots. Damn!

I have to set up the other room because we have to move on that side now that winter is over. I have to buy end tables and stuff to make it feel like a room. More of like the room that we have. That's my pet project.

Our office room which has a single bed is a bit tupsy turvy because of I am using it as my office. I am designing my gown and making some decorations for the forthcoming Farm Wedding.

I have to remodel the gown I wore during the City Hall wedding into something else.

I have to make sure the gown I inherited from Ms. Sandy will fit me. I have to buy silk ribbon as a belt accent for that dress.

I keep 3 Blogs. This BLOG (married in Superbia) and a secret blog for the Farm wedding and I still have to finish the other blog (shoe-paholic getting married) before I get married again.

I am a wife, which means I have a job to take care of my hubster and make his lunch bag. I still have to learn how to make breakfast though but he is always on the go! I make sure his work clothes are prepared too. I love the part where his colleagues complimented him. He is still the same person I married 5 months ago but now he has a better wardrobe.

Did I mention that since I shop a lot, I sort of needed to iron a lot of clothes and its all piled up but I have to be vigilant about it now. Hahahaha! That, or I should stop shopping! So, I guess I need to be ironing those clothes.

I started a business and it is still in the works but I am working so hard for it. Visit House of Sun and contact me if you are in the Philippines (specifically Bicol) and if you are interested to be a part of House of Sun Vintage Co.

I am mostly busy planning for the Farm wedding program and my wedding in the Philippines which is gonna be huge not because there's a lot of money involved but because all my friends are gonna be there.

Did I mention I am contemplating to get driving lessons while waiting for my work permit from the immigration?

I think I haven't strained my fullest potential. There's more. There's more.

A Bottomless Crevasse of A Dream

"Our greatest glory is not in never failing, but in rising up every time we fail."
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson-
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People sometimes intrigue me. After inculcating some sense in their rather miserable minds I thought you got me and the point I have been reiterating for the past few years.

I've been rattling my brains why I love Sue Sylvester and then an amazing lightbulb sparked in my brain: Because she tells the truth however harsh it can be.
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-"Not everyone could be champions. Not everyone SHOULD be champions. We need fry cooks, bus drivers." Sue Sylvester

Im just so tired telling people the truth, so I guess I have to start bullshitting them for once. Maybe they will believe me if I tell them that they are really pretty and they do not have those yellow teeth (as mine or worse!) and they have lustrous hair (not me, I have dandruff!) and they really look good if they color their hair blonde and they are really sexy (pass me the barf bag!) and they have a six pack (again, not me! I have a belt bag!) and they have a posture of a beauty queen that would put Naomi Campbell to shame!

Really! Give it up! Think of something more productive rather than weaving castles in the sky! Its just such a pain to see you waste your time and effort when you could have been something else..maybe something better. Far better than what you are dreaming of.

Let me tell you a story. I dream too. When I was a kid I dreamt of becoming a singer. But do I have the vocals to back me up? HELL NO!!! Im like a howling coyote in the middle of the night. Should I keep on dreaming? That is pathetic! Think If you are equipped! If you are not, think if you can possess it through practice and modern technology. Like if you have crooked teeth, get a friggin' brace. If the problem is not fixable for some reasons, then.....My GOD! Please give it up!

I will not advice that you kept on pursuing a bottomless crevasse of a dream. I have said this time and time again, not all people are equipped to do the things they want. Look in the mirror and see for yourself if you are equipped with the talent, the skill, the intelligence, the beauty and the poise to be whoever you want to be...because honestly, sometimes we dont possess all of them. So, give up and start dreaming something else. Maybe you deserve more!

Boun Compleanno Maria

I met Maria September of 2007 (She can correct me if I'm wrong!) and I was not really in awe of that first meeting. Actually, most of my close friends get that attitude from me. My soul sister said that I was a complete bee-otch when she was introduced to me. So when I smiled and ignored Maria when we were introduced that was my kindest moment. Hahaha!

I'm really not good with people. When I was in High School I tend to be friendly and then I decided, why the hell should I please people who doesn't like me? But if everybody has the same point of view as mine, I might not have met my soul sister or Maria, right? That was just me!

Dear Perpie,

Time and time again, I have been vigilant of how you should live your life. People mistaken me as a bitch (and I am!) and a control freak (that too!) and a mean girl. Maybe they are right, maybe there are people who still see the good in me so they still deserve to be counted as my friends.

I am sorry if I have been a very difficult person. I am usually like that to people I love, to people I care for and to people who are so few that they deserve my time and mood swings. I am also very protective.

I am quite happy with what you have achieved right now. I know there will be a lot of sacrifices more to come and hardships that you must combat but rest assured that God is good and if you will just live this life and let go of all the bitterness that you have encountered then you will know and realize that EVERYTHING is in his hands.

Sometimes people will take advantage of your vulnerability. Most of the times you will be blinded by the flaws of men just because they are handsome. But however you attack life, whether with kindness or ignorance or wisdom, always remember that the TRUTH (however harsh it may be) will always set you free.

I'm not saying that you should be so ruthless about TRUTH, all I'm saying is: No more tricks because if it did not work before for you, it will never work now. There is no need to brag, no need to let other people know what your plans are because these insignificant people will only malign you for not conquering your dreams. There is no need to broadcast what you want in life not unless it is already in the palm of your hands. STOP! Sometimes we try to be whom we are not because we want people to know that we are somebody even if we are not. So what if you are a nobody? So what if right now you have achieved nothing? So effin what? For as long as you have your child you will never be a NOBODY. For as long as you have true friends, you achieved something. Forget about people who gives you sugar coated words because honestly, in my experience, people who try to tell you nice words and pretend to lift you up are the people who will stab you in your back.

I am happy for you. And for as long as you are on the right track you will reach your dreams. For as long as you do the right thing, you will be on the path to a peaceful life. Sometimes we dream too big, sometimes bigger than life itself. And the more we dream big and build air castles in the sky, the more we get frustrated for what we cannot achieve. Some wise men, said: Try and try until you succeed. So what if you stumble, try again. But bear in mind that you also need a reality check. Not everyone can be a movie star or an astronaut or a president, but we still can make a difference in this vast world. We still can find what we are looking for though it seems like an endless pursuit.

I am happy for you. Be good. Always. And sometimes, if you feel that you are tempted think of me nagging you. And mostly, think of yourself. Would you like to be in the same scenario that you were before? Are you willing to submit yourself to massive PAIN and depression again?
Love, like sex is overrated. It is! You tend to make a fairytale out of reality and that disappoints you. Men will always be who they are. Do not look for the outward appearance in them because that too will fade. Look for someone who will make you laugh and really really love you. Because in the end, men who loves and RESPECT you will not stray.
My wish for you is to find a man who will keep you grounded. A man who will stand by you no matter what storm passes. A man who will love your daughter as his own. A man who put you in a pedestal and support you in your endeavor. And most especially, a man who thinks of you as his DESTINY and not just his side trip.

Be happy and contented of what you have right now. If a door opens, grab it, if need be. If it closes, it doesn't necessarily mean that life stops there. There will be another door which will open, probably not what you wanted but certainly what you need.

Happy Birthday! Rest assured that the friendship and loyalty you gave me is reciprocated and I will treasure our friendship for eternity.

I love you gurlfriend! Enjoy your day!

Guess What

"You think I am less of an intellect as you. Well, I make good friends, better decisions and excellent choices in life. If I am stupid as you perceive me to be, what does that make you? Ponder on that!"

Unbeknownst to everyone, I like being the subject of ridicule because that means they are insecure, not unless there is truth on what other people say because when that happens I will just shut my mouth and ponder some more.

The above qoute I placed on my FB account today because of an annoying comment I need not reiterate for reasons I need not disclose as "it" might boomerang on "its" face.

I have a gazillion of acquaintances some of them pretended to be my friends and then they stab me at my back. These people made fun of me thinking I am stupid but guess what? They make bad decisions with their lives and thats what makes me frown because if someone thinks Im stupid, its because I make them feel I am to boost their ego...that..or I maybe I am stupid.

I am not saying that I am successful, because I am nowhere near that. All Im saying is, come on! You know where you came from. You know what you've been to. What hell of choices you've made. Which people you have stomped on just to reach your dreams and goals. You say you are happy. Why broadcast?

Are you trying to convince me or are you trying to convince yourself?

YOU who is so magnanimous! Guess what? I am not asking for your forgiveness! You probably done worst to me than I did to you. YOU who is so obedient! Yeah! Right!

You are selfish and inconsiderate of other peoples feeling because you think that the world revolves around you. Guess what? It doesnt! You are a tiny speck of dust floating in this universe. And in time that's all we are all going to be. DUST!

You think you are so intelligent and maybe you are. But the pain deep inside of you ready to burst, that pain is the price you have to pay for all the wrongdoings you caused and for the freedom you never have now and for all the gazillion things you thought you are but never will.

I pity you.

The Choice Is Yours

"Of all the gazillion choices in the world you choose to take the wrong path. I'm sorry for being apathetic about your demise but as I have said: We are all the product of the choices we make."


I have stated this over and over and I am fed up. I am fed up of people not taking responsibility of their own actions. I am pro-life. I have always been. I am not an advocate of abortion though I believe that people should be given their right to choose whether they want their baby (excuse me? They are the one who will raise the baby and not you!) or not.


But forgive me if I am not sympathetic of anyone who choose a miserable life. Beggars for instance. I see a lot of beggars who are stronger than me and could easily offer to wash dishes for food than to beg for food. Who are you to oblige me to give you something that I have shed time, efforts and strength to ask for food which you could easily find yourself but refuse to do so because you are goddamn lazy?


I am appalled by the fact that people who smuggled drugs in China (and later on executed) would ask for sympathy. You have embarrassed your families and friends and your country! And you want me to sympathize? For what? That if you were not caught you will have millions and a lot of people become addicted to the drugs you have smuggled? That the drugs you smuggled could've ruined lives if not intercepted?


I am PRO-CHOICE. And if you choose the wrong path you have to take full responsibility of your action. True, Death can be harsh! But it was your choice. I believe that you were given a lecture at PDOS before leaving the Philippines that you should not let anyone pack your luggage. Therefore I do not believe you do not know whatever is inside your luggage.

My soul sister has another stand about this issue. She stated: "I think its more political. If its an American who committed that crime, do you think the punishment will be this swift? Chinese are the biggest smugglers in the world. They should kill their own people. Damn it! Political Drama to show off! A banner for communism! lol"

To which I replied with: "Its a choice. They took that choice. I don't care about politics. Do you think if they made the right choice they would arrive to this conclusion?"

I sympathize!


I sympathize to your family. I sympathize to your friends. I sympathize to our country. But never will I sympathize to your choice.

Happy St. Patrick's Day

Kathy Griffin: Life on the D-List.

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May I just say that she cracks me up tremendously! The feeling is unbelievable because I love comedians and I love laughing as much as I love hating. Suffice it to say, I love feeling something out of this pea-sized heart of mine according to Sugar (Ladies & Gentlemen, my sister!) who corrected me when I stated that "Whoever knew me can vouch that beneath my bitchy exterior breathes a pure heart with a size of a marble."

You should try to watch her. She is hilarious!

On another note, I woke up to make Beamer his lunch and gave him his clothes for work and he whined that he should not wear the Old Navy Purple shirt at work because it is The St. Patrick's Day and he needed green. And WHAT? I should know that? What in the bloody hell do I know about St. Patty's? I'm not IRISH! I'm a goddamn Filipina immigrant! And WHAT? He expects me to know that after the parade last Saturday is not the be all end all? And WHAT? He needs to wear green twice???

Okay okay, so I sort of flipped out and he asked why and I said because I'm a nutjob! Well, I'm a bad person but I am not incompetent and my work as a housewife (where I'm underpaid! hehehe! Hell I'm a whiner! I'm not doing anything and I complain!) is taken seriously! Okay, I admit, not that serious but I will...eventually!

My hubster is a loving person and I am so so madly in love with him. Sometimes I just feel so lazy showing it. But deep in the recesses of my being, I know that he knows that I love him so much.

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

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The Land of the Rising Sun

I am in deep sorrow and I mourn for the people of Japan. I had 3 dreams (in my adult life) about tsunami and I felt relieved waking up knowing that there is still time for me in this world. I felt fortunate enough not to experience such devastation and such pain. I felt something therefore I am alive.

The first time I dreamt of a tsunami was approximately 3 months prior Tsunami struck Thailand. On my dream (in recollection) I was in a beach and the water was receding. I picked up my nephew (during that time, I have no nephew yet!) and ran as fast as I can to a water tank as it was the highest point I could think about. Then as I climb with my nephew propped, the water strikes and we were overwhelmed but I hang on to the ladder as strongly as I can. Then the water dropped and my nephew and I gasped for air and I started climbing again until we were safe.

The memory of this dream still etched on my being because after waking up I remembered telling it to everyone. After a few months, tsunami strikes Thailand.

When I was in Dubai, I dreamed of a tsunami again. On my dream, I was in Dubai Mall and there was an actress who seek for my fashion assistance and we have agreed to meet the next day at the same mall. I was with my friends (Kimmy, Perpie and BB) and I was in the window when I saw that a giant wave was slowly heading towards the mall. I screamed at my friends to run as fast as we can to the highest peak of the mall. As we climb at the roof of the mall, sand was slowly building up and covering it.

Please read the link below as proof of one of my tsunami dreams. This was dated September 2010.
http://addictedtohighheels.blogspot.com/2010/09/tsunami.html

Japan, I felt for you. I know the feeling and even if it was just dreams I was scared. I know that it would take a lot of time to get over this loss. I know that a loss of material things is no way near the loss of loved ones. I am sorry that you have to experience such catastrophe. I know it would take years for you to rebuild your country. I know the great loss you will have to endure with regards to your tourism industry. I know how hard it is for the families who lost everything that they have to gather the courage and stand again.

When I dream of such disaster I felt that I was going to die and I felt sick to my stomach waking up. Of course I feel so tired waking up, but the best thing is that, I am awake and I am thankful to the unseen mover of all for giving me another chance to start a new day and reconstruct my life and be the best that I can be.

Japan, I think the unseen mover of all would like to convey his message. I am not a prophet (and no way near that) and I might not decipher any clue but I think you are all strong and courageous people. Therefore, my prayers goes to you and your people. I hope to see your country one day and I hope to see you striving to your peak once again.

May the unseen mover of all bless us and may we also find peace in our hearts amidst the grief that we are all sharing.

"The problems we share are greater than the problems that divides us. And what divides us is of our own doing."

Mending A Veisalgia

The hangover was courtesy of the Chardonnay which I prodded Beamer to buy for me when we went to his friends last night. I probably puked my lungs and intestines out and pooped gazillion times. I will never ever drink again!


My teenage life was the height of my haywire days. As I have said I do not have any regrets of my past because it made me who I am today. True, there are mistakes I would not have done and people I have hurt in the process but I am really contented of where I am right now. I guess in a few years my perspective will change but hey! I write for the moment. If in 10 years there will be inconsistency, let it be known to all that at this precise moment this is what I feel, hence what I wrote.

Where was I?

The last time I drank was Christmas 2010 at my Aunt's house courtesy of Pinot Grigio. The hangover was a bit manageable. But this is really really nasty. Bathroom journey was a mess. I am a mess! I will never ever drink again! Hahahaha!

It reached me to a conclusion that I am old. However, it doesn't mean that life ends there. Life keeps on going as long as we breathe.

One Chance

Watching reality shows consumes my daily activities now. Apparently, as of the moment I have no status in the glamorous USA. Hahahaha! My lawyer told me that a lot of documents has to be procured prior to having a green card.

Where was I?

Oh, and watching Real Housewives of Orange County breaks my heart. Not because I was affected by the audacity of the housewives but because of their kids who are ungrateful.

There was this housewife who will be evicted out of their apartment and her kids called her and started to curse at her! How dare this rich American kids assume that their parents should just give them all of what they need!

Wait a minute! On my recollection, I was an angry child! I was a rebel! And I was a brat! And I felt that my mother took a lot of that hatred! And from the deepest part of me, I am sorry but I can never change that anymore. And the least that I can do is to make up for it.

I just hope that the unseen mover of all will pave the way in my life so I can have a chance to make up for all the mistakes I've done.
 

March Weekend

I am looking forward to a weekend in New York where Beamer will spend time with his friends for a bachelors party and I will be spending time with my mother shopping.

I am also looking forward celebrating my 1st ever St. Patrick's Day with Beamer. Its a time to be goofy and drunk! Hey! Before you judge, I am half-Irish by injection! Hahaha! I found a green shirt for Beamer and my sister gave me a green top! I am soooo excited!

There is also this Fil-Am Spring Dance and I wanted to go because I think now that I am married, I am ready to mingle. Hahahaha!

To Die Dieting

Unbeknownst to everyone, Beamer declared Meatless March! So it goes without saying that this is the 3rd day without my biggest addiction, next to shoes and clutches!

When I was a kid I was never cute. You know, the chubby type which you want to hug and kiss and pinch their faces. I was never that type! I always say, I was never cute, I was gorgeous! But of course, we all know I was kidding.

On a different note: People really dont get me. Its very hard for them to read me because its hard for me to warm up in 24 hours. I feel that I had too much friends before and I dont feel the need to like all people now. I feel that I do not owe anyone any explanation. I feel that if you dont like me, who the hell cares???

Where was I?

Oh, so growing up I was skinny. I was called Twiggy though I didnt know who twiggy was way back. Had I known that she was a supermodel, it would have prodded me to pursue modelling. Hahahaha! I was called a lizard and a walking bone and that dogs will chase me. Well, I was also called flat-nosed but that was true so why bother!

Anyway, growing up I didnt really thought of dieting but I started gaining weight at 25 and the bad part is: All the fat was evenly distributed to my tummy and I felt like a chicken.

I have thin arms, thin legs but really bloated belly! So I think that dieting will help me gain the goddesshood I once had. Hahahaha!

I would like to convince myself that if I diet religiously I will look like a Victoria's Secret Angel. But hey! Im too old to kid myself so what I just want to achieve is not to bite my inner cheek, no thigh-rubbing, no heartburn and be healthy. I do not want to starve myself just by eating biscuits and waste a life trying to look like somebody I know I never will be.

Kiss Kiss

When Beamer and I were gazillion miles apart we usually kiss each other through skype. And it was (and still is) a blessing that now we can kiss each other whenever we can. Hey! We waited for a long time to be together.

When we went to Virginia for a vacay my mother was annoyed by our kissing. Hahahaha!

Let me be straight here: We kiss without tongue and for photo ops only when we are infront of my mother. But still, she thinks Its annoying!

Let Bygones Be Bygones

I hate dwelling on the past. When I was way younger I always seem to be left behind because I kept on reliving the what if's in life. And believe me when I say that its no fun to be stagnated in a pool of mediocrity.

I have no regrets of my PAST. I am what I am because of what I have been to. True, I may have made a few (or more) mistakes in the past. Mistakes that was embarrassing and probably now, hilarious but I still have no regrets.

I prided myself as a broadminded person. I always put myself on everyones shoes to be able to understand them better. And I owe this quality to my past experiences.

At one point in our lives, we make mistakes which hinder our growth. Sometimes we crumble and fall down. Sometimes its a very hard fall that it is nearly impossible to stand. But blessed are those people who can motivate themselves to gather the courage to stand and rebuild their lives.

There was a time in my life that I made a mistake. On my recollection, I think I was only sorry I got caught. Hahaha! Would I have done it again if I was given a chance to relive that moment? I guess, YES! Not because I have no remorse but because I love who I am and what I have become so I have no intention of changing it.

Past is Past. Let bygones be bygones.

Don't get me wrong. I still feel the need to curse those people who have wronged me. And probably in due time they will pay but then again, SUCCESS is the biggest revenge of all. And I have all the intentions of exacting my revenge.

Mwahahahahaha!

PS: I am with a raging hormone. Pardon my nastiness and vindictive behavior. This too shall pass.

2nd Month-sary of Wedded Bliss

Today marks the 2nd month-sary of my marriage. It is a bliss to be married to someone who is caring and thoughtful and loving and handsome and sweet and kind and...the list goes on.

I frankly could not ask for more. He is my ROCK.

You are probably wondering why I posted the Melissa Anglomania & Vivienne Westwood collaboration of a shoe. It is because in every month that I stay with my Hubster, I feel blessed and in-heart.

I wonder what we should do to celebrate?

The Bumming Shoe-paholic

I just got back from a vacay in Virginia and I am beyond exhaustion. Eversince I got here in the glamorous USA I am without a boss so it goes without saying, without stress. However, there are times that I feel so bored and there are times I feel so swamped with work.

I am on the process of starting a business in PI with my sister, Sasha and best buddy, Sherry. I will surely divulge the matters as soon as it is set.

For now, I am sad because the fatboy is not here to rummage my closet but I have to learn to be alone from now onwards especially when my Beamer is at work. Which he always seems to be. Damn! The pangs of marrying a workaholic!

Let me try to settle my things for now and I promise to write meatier from now onwards. I hate it when I am a bum.

My Sweet Valentine

Dear Beamer,

I am blessed to have you as a husband. You always think of my well-being and always take care of me. I know that I can be a brat sometimes (or most of the times!) but still you always make sure that my needs be met.

We have been through a lot of difficult times and trials and maybe more to come but it is nice to know that I always have you beside me.

So, it is with great pleasure to say that I will always be beside you, to love and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, till death do us part.


I love you, now and forever.
Thank you for my gifts and it was greatly appreciated.

xoxo

Pink Heart-shaped Dunkin Donut (Bavarian filled just the way I like it!)

Russel Stover Chocolates & Lindor Truffles

Lovin' my Singing balloon: How Sweet it is to be loved by you..

My 1st Chamilia Bracelet with a charm: I love you, I love you more!

Singing Card: I'll be better when Im older, I'll be the biggest fan of your life.

Thank you for the efforts and for thinking of me.

Best HUBSTER ever!

Happy Hearts Day!

As I am and always will be addicted to high heels, I feel the need for me to post this flower arrangement.

To my loving hubster, Beamer: I love you now and forever for as long as we both shall live. You make me stronger and because of you I feel alive and not just existing.

Peter Griffin Moment

To be truly honest, I dont know how people love Peter Griffin. He is disgusting and clearly a pervert without even knowing.

Beamer and I will be driving to Virginia to bring Fatboy back to my sister. It will be a vacation week for Beamer and all he ever wanted is to have one Peter Griffin Day. He meant not to be a perv for a day but to just sit back and relax and consume alcohol to its fullest extent.

I dont know if this is a good idea but I sure would grant him this wish because he deserves to have a break.

DAMN! I love the guy!

Friendship

“A friend is someone who understands your past, believes in your future, and accepts you just the way you are.”

I have a brother and two sisters and my cousin, Lals & Dino whom I consider as siblings and all of us have a love and hate relationships. We love and hate and love and hate again. I dont know about them hating each other but they can hate me a whole lot. I get that a lot with people after being with them for 3 months and more. Sorry, it doesnt get better. It just keeps getting worse.

I have a soul sister who even on our tough and rough ride through life stuck with me and never left. She is my denim friend. I probably have established how I would support her all the way way back. Be it on a hospital bed or a wedding day.

I have my high school bestfriend who is incognito as of the moment.

I have several other friends who seem to like me despite my evil-ness and proves to still be there for me.

I have some whom I have recently met and yet, they seem to be a constant and consistent friend.

I have a friend who knew me for almost 2 years and accept me for the bee-otch that I am, so I married him.

So it goes without saying that you either love me or hate me or both but the ones who stick with me are the people worthy of my love.

YSL on my Pierce

Beamer gave me a YSL sapphire earring! I am elated, ecstatic, exhilarated!

Lovin' it!

YSL

Happy Month-sary Mahal Ko!

1st Monthsary as Wifey & Hubster

Beamer's gift is a Kathy van Zeeland babe boots!

It has been a month since we got married. I am still smitten with the Beamer. Whoa!

Okay, so we decided to celebrate our Month-sary having dinner with the Magee's, Beamer's childhood friend from Long Island.

White wine from Sakonnet with Faith. By 7:30pm we went to Cheesecake Factory for dessert. 

Fatboy had a bowl of Vanilla Ice Cream!

I had Strawberry Creamsicle (its an alcoholic drink) and Cranberry for Fatboy!

Beamer wanted to have a main dish when I already have 2 stuffed mushrooms so I agreed to share and he asked me if  wanted the Pesto Prawns and I agreed. Only to realize that he ordered 2 main dish.

Oh well! Cheesecake Factory will be missed!

The Office/Guestroom

My life drastically changed from Sex & the City to Desperate Housewives. Don't get me wrong, I love being a wifey to my hubster. Though I feel that I still have much to learn in being a good wifey because I don't like to do laundry and I hate chaos. Sometimes I hate doing the dishes. Sometimes I don't want to cook. Sometimes I want to stare at NOTHING-ness!

And sometimes, I have my lucid intervals. Below is our guestroom which we call the office. I organized it to have all our papers and documents. I still did not segregate documents and file but hey, its a good start!

Beamer gave me a vintage mini-drawer where I put my cookbooks and some of my favorite books.

A twin bed for our guest. The Pink flower frame is a gift from my mother. I place an Apple-Scent Candle which really makes me feel happy whenever I go back inside this room.

This is Beamer's table which I am using for now during my blogging moments.

I love the rug.

I like the room because it is cozy. Our theme is Modern-Vintage-Minimalist. I want the room to be functional and I think I did a good job. We have a small closet in this room where I hang his office clothes to wear the whole week. That is after I have ironed it.

Welcome to My Humble Abode

I am elated to inform you that we are living on the Penthouse.

It's quite a big apartment. We have 3 bedrooms and I am pleased.

I am a BAD wifey

I woke up thinking how I have been procrastinating as a wifey. I cook but I do not cook good food. I help him with his clothes for work but I do not do laundry and I do not iron. I clean house but I do not scrub every tiles and I do not wax the floor.

The idea of being a wife just struck me. It felt like we were playing house. Now I woke up thinking how lazy I am not feeding my hubster a good meal. I felt bad because I married a good man and I am selfish and inconsiderate beeotch not to think of him when he leaves the house with a crumpled shirt. I felt bad when he did not want to eat the pork mushroom with potatoes that I made for him last night.

I am a bad wifey!

But I have my lucid intervals and today I promise to love my hubster a little bit more than I already do. I promise to be more of a wifey.

And the time to start is NOW!

I Am With A Project

My mother has a cute house. I told her that I will occupy her attic since I need a place to crash for vacay and also I have gazillion stuff in there. My wide array of books are hidden in her attic.

Okay. So she agreed and I had it tiled like this but the wall paint is disgusting. I will have it repainted and this photo is making sense.

I Heart Kate Moss

Unbeknownst to everyone I am a Ginormous fan of Kate Moss. She is my fashion goddess. While my soul sister adores Tyra Banks during the 90's, I was loving Kate Moss.

The reason why I like her is because she doesn't try too hard. It just comes naturally!

Same Old Me, Only Younger

My friend, King Rosas posted this on facebook ages ago and I saw it again today and I am just ecstatic when memories flood in. Good Times!

I hope somehow you would find a difference and that difference is positive. Ha Ha Ha!

Lovin' Miuccia Prada

I love the jeweled heels created by Miu Miu. I am just as happy that my dear friend Lv Vent gave me an authentic Miu Miu. She is a sweetheart!

Thanks a bunch Lv Vent!