Word World

This is so cute. Wolf is now able to string words to form a thought.

Like this afternoon, he was tugging on my shirt and pointing under the bed, and he said:

"Mama. Baw (how he pronounces BALL)."

Oh my heart, my hormones, and loins.

PLease, don't let this boy grow up too fast.

Heartbreak City

It's painful to see when little children become casualties of fractured homes or when they get caught in between their parent's marital turmoils.

Up until what point can one fight for a union that is legally and spiritually bound before the towel can be finally thrown?

How easy is it to walk away when you know that home is just not that anymore?

Blast From The Past

Christmas party with the Sheila And The Insects band, around 2005(?)

Jhamie and Jay, you were with me on this one, right?

Pic taken with their front man, Ian Zafra.

I was supposed to interview them but then they started serving lukewarm Red Horse so I got hammered early in the evening. And the rest of the evening was a little bit blurry.

Below is a picture of me with Chito during one of the OPM's Xroads Anti-Piracy Concert Series at Gateway Mall.

Cannot believe I was THIS fat!

My post-pregnancy body was better. Ugh.

And I was here as an accredited member of the press. See my ID? But it did not stop me from acting like a fan girl. Hehe.

Snip! Snip!

This boy's hair badly needed a haircut. His last haircut was on his first birthday. He was sleeping and held by Tita Leila so the Manong Barbero had no problem cutting his hair.

Last Saturday, we trooped over at Cuts 4 Tots Glorietta to give this boy that badly needed haircut.

So he was all okay riding in the car, right?

When the actual cutting started, this little boy had created a ruckus so bad that all passers by would stop and probably check what kind of torture we are subjecting this kid to.

I swear, below were the last normal pictures I was able to take because for the next 15 minutes, there had been a lot of screamng, and crying, and screaming.

Man.

Kudos to Ate here who was cool as cuke during the whole time. Used to screaming kids, I guess.

Aaaand, here's Wolfie:

Pogi, noh?

They're Getting Married!!!!!!!! AAAAHHHH!!!

I loooove PB & J!!!

Cotton

"Love is the greatest refreshment in life."

-Pablo Picasso

I haven't been blogging much these past weeks. We have moved again and this time we are practically on our own. Still adjusting. I miss my mom. =(

We still don't have internet or cable connection. It sucks.


I lost my yaya a week ago due to an unfortunate incident (may blog about it soon). Hassle sobra.

And the digicam is with one of my brothers so I'm unable to upload Wolf's latest photos.

In short, everything is still in chaos. >.<. Have not even finished editing the lay out of this blog.

But last Monday, September 14, was marked on our calendar.

September 14, 2009 meant that I have been blissfully married to my big hunk of meat for TWO YEARS. And I/we don't care if you call him baboy. Well, he's MY baboy and atleast he was single and unattached and not married with three kids when I met and married him. Bwahahahaha! (and a lot more snigger)

So how do we top last year?

It was a boon from heaven that a colleague told me on September 2 that Circles at Shang Makati was having 50% off their buffet the whole month of September. And reservations, here I come!

So we totally starved ourselves and apparently was too excited as we were there 30 minutes early. Hung out in the waiting area and took photos. This year was no different. We used a camera phone except that for this year, the camera phone is 3mp. =)

That's the waiting area:



Our obligatory official 2nd anniversary photo:



We were planning a Mafia-style photoshoot (Boa's the mob boss and I'll be his number one assassin and bitch) shoot courtesy of Ronniekins. It's a killer concept, with 1920s costumes and kick-ass machine gun and everything, but there was too much gastos the past few weeks and there's the CHAOS...so that was put in the can. Will try next year.
Anyway...
There's a shot of the next table:


Aaaand Circles. Lots of 'em.


More boring pics:



That's a photo of a huge man in mission:




For our first round, we attacked these wonderful, wonderful fruits of the sea:


Holy Hell! There were LOBSTERS! There were LOBSTERS. We paid 744.++/head so by the amount of lobsters we ate, super-duper bawi kame! These babies paid for themselves! And those mussels were really HUUUGE!

For the second round, we went Asian. Ate some dimsums and tempura. They don't have hakaw though.

Pork and shrimp siomai was good.

Husband took a sliver of the prime rib, some sausages, and for some weird reason, a slice of pizza. Prime rib was good. There was a white type of sausage that would be good on a hotdog bun.


I was a bit full by this time, so I stayed away from the heavy stuff and took some pieces of cheese and nuts and dried fruits and drank a whole lot of peppermint tea.
My tongue is definitely un-cultured as I found the blue cheese and emmenthal cheese quite disgusting. Husband pointed out that the cheeses should've been paired with wine and grapes. And then I realized, emmenthal cheese + lobster = lobster thermidore. Yum.



Husband had another round of the sushi and lobster. But by this point, he is also full.




I, on other hand, had started attacking what I actually came here for: DESSERTS.


This Halo-Halo was gone in a matter of minutes.

Sansrival, some fruit cheesecake and fruit salad.



More desserts. I don't know what they're called but they're all good. Except that brown thing...I thought it was chocolate. Coffee pala. It was too bitter.


And me, still attacking the desserts. =)

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After two years, married life is still blissful. We're happy. And that's the way it should be.

Ho-Hum

In between lots of things right now. So much has been going on that blogging seems too be more of a chore than anything else.

I'll HAVE to find time soon.

A cup of hot chocolate with Tori crooning in the background. Ahh, bliss.

Awe

Most times I still can't believe that a vile creature* like me produced a beautiful punk like this.

*I do acknowledge that I'm really vile and I have an attitude that leaves a lot to be desired. Which is why I operate within a select and small unit of friends (the way I like it) that I know accepts me for what I am which makes me love 'em even more.

Tough As Nails

Y-O-U.

It would take more than that to scare me.

Have pity on your poor old mom and don't place her the middle of this if it's me that you want.

Are you still sore about this after all this time?

Does the truth still hurt? Are you still writhing in anger?

Come on. What are you waiting for? I was just here all this time, waiting for you.

I do have a warning of my own. If you lay your finger on my son or my family I am so gonna ruin your life you'll rue the day you took up with a MARRIED man.

I am gonna wipe the floor with you.

Why So Quiet

Just plain laziness. But will post a lot soon.

Warfreak cab drivers...

AH1N1 scare and quarantine

A whole lot of birthdays.

'Tis July after all.

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Let us be lazy in everything, except in loving and drinking, except in being lazy.

- Gotthold Ephraim Lessing -