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.

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!

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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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!