The other week at the office, a colleague came up to me and she seemed to have an urgent matter to discuss.
O: Muther shine!!!!
Me: Yes po?
O: Mamu, may bilbil ka na!
At that very moment, sana bumuka na lang ang lupa at nilamon ako...
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
i just need to test this...
My other blog here on blogger is automatically cross-posted on Multiply, which I don't want happening. So let me test if the html code for not cross-posting specific entries will work. Pardon me.
Saturday, May 23, 2009
extending the bounds of my musings
I am currently working on another blog that I hope to maintain religiously. It's quite different from the ones I already have. To know what I'm talking about, follow me!
http://musingsunderthesun.blogspot.com/
http://musingsunderthesun.blogspot.com/
Monday, May 11, 2009
"so how's married life?" i am frequently asked
I'm married for almost three months now.
Surprisingly, I didn't go through that difficult adjustment phase some newly married women experience. I mean, sure, I do miss my family back in Taytay; heck, even my dogs (they're family, too!). But I never had to wake up feeling awful about how everything has suddenly changed after saying "I do". On the contrary, that waking-up-married-for-the-first-time moment was, how do I say this...beautiful. All the anxiety and fears I felt before walking down the aisle were but funny, little worries now.
But here's the "dilemma": I'm going on a 4-day, 3-night trip to Naga/CamSur this Wednesday--the longest I'll be (so far) away from my husband and our cozy home.
I never imagined married life can make me this attached to things. I worry that Francis won't be able to eat well while I'm gone. I'll miss cooking (yes, I can cook! a talent I discovered during the first week of being married). I'll miss coming home to our cozy living room which we just decorated with zen-ish ornament, complete with scent diffusers that smell of sweet strawberries. I'll miss climbing five flights of stairs. It's funny to be actng and feeling this way because I'll only be gone for just four days, but four days seem too long for me.
I have to admit that I was tempted to not go to that trip (work-related). But Francis urged me to. Perhaps I just don't want to admit, until now, that being away from this new home--this new life--is one (if not the only) of the main reasons why I refused out-of-town shoots before, which were scheduled after I became a mrs.
It's weird. I can only surmise that this new-found attachment surfaced because everything now feels new--new surroundings, new neighborhood, new home, new sofa, new dining table, new address, new route--almost everything. It's like relishing a new bag that you always want to use because it's new. But in this case, I'm hoping I'm not acting all mushy just because things around me are new. Deep inside, I wish to remain this sentimental, though of course I hope not to be too sentimental that I'd cripple myself.
Sure, maybe this is still the honeymoon phase I am experiencing; but I do hope this lasts for years because I still can't shake this awful feeling of having to be away from my new home for more than a day.
Ack! I'd really miss coming home to our place. And for three nights, there'd be no Francis to welcome me home and hug me to sleep. I hope I can survive.
Surprisingly, I didn't go through that difficult adjustment phase some newly married women experience. I mean, sure, I do miss my family back in Taytay; heck, even my dogs (they're family, too!). But I never had to wake up feeling awful about how everything has suddenly changed after saying "I do". On the contrary, that waking-up-married-for-the-first-time moment was, how do I say this...beautiful. All the anxiety and fears I felt before walking down the aisle were but funny, little worries now.
But here's the "dilemma": I'm going on a 4-day, 3-night trip to Naga/CamSur this Wednesday--the longest I'll be (so far) away from my husband and our cozy home.
I never imagined married life can make me this attached to things. I worry that Francis won't be able to eat well while I'm gone. I'll miss cooking (yes, I can cook! a talent I discovered during the first week of being married). I'll miss coming home to our cozy living room which we just decorated with zen-ish ornament, complete with scent diffusers that smell of sweet strawberries. I'll miss climbing five flights of stairs. It's funny to be actng and feeling this way because I'll only be gone for just four days, but four days seem too long for me.
I have to admit that I was tempted to not go to that trip (work-related). But Francis urged me to. Perhaps I just don't want to admit, until now, that being away from this new home--this new life--is one (if not the only) of the main reasons why I refused out-of-town shoots before, which were scheduled after I became a mrs.
It's weird. I can only surmise that this new-found attachment surfaced because everything now feels new--new surroundings, new neighborhood, new home, new sofa, new dining table, new address, new route--almost everything. It's like relishing a new bag that you always want to use because it's new. But in this case, I'm hoping I'm not acting all mushy just because things around me are new. Deep inside, I wish to remain this sentimental, though of course I hope not to be too sentimental that I'd cripple myself.
Sure, maybe this is still the honeymoon phase I am experiencing; but I do hope this lasts for years because I still can't shake this awful feeling of having to be away from my new home for more than a day.
Ack! I'd really miss coming home to our place. And for three nights, there'd be no Francis to welcome me home and hug me to sleep. I hope I can survive.
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