Finally! ❤  A reasonable quality time with my hubby to be. ❤


In the world of art, paintings are what really fascinates me. More than being jealous, I really admire their craft, the strokes and how each one of them can create something close to reality with just a brush and clouds of paint. ❤ ❤ I only wish to be like them.

On a sidenote, what do girls have to do to teach the boyfriends to be IG Boyfriend? Hahaha. Just look at the photos I take of him . . .


compared to what he takes . . .


Hahaha. A Manual on it please?

EVERYDAY: Jude’s 25th Birthday

It’s that tme o the year again: Jude’s Birthday. It’s his 25th. There were no surprises this year, which I regret. (I’m sorry, babe). I was contemplating where to book a surprise, but unfortunately, in this scenario, Cebu is an ‘unfortunate’ excuse. A small get away before the actual one is impossible. So we settled for Tagaytay instead.


Since we were more than early, we took our time in one of the biggest Starbucks, the new one.


We were planning to eat Marcia Adams. But, as the prepared girlfriend that I am, I booked no reservations. :/ We ended up in Buon Giorno Caffe and Bistro. – No regrets!


And here we are, glad we went here on a Weekday. It was almost just us. The view was clear and it was quiet.


We started off with a wine. 😀 The boyfriend loved it.. I too, as it doesn”t have a bitter strong taste to it even though it’s red.


I hope it comes to no surprise for you that we ordered Fettucini Alla Carbonara for Php 320. A classic with cream and eggs. It was absolutely DIVINE.


Another one of our favorites, Quattro Formaggi for Php 375. It’s four cheese, obviously. And it can never go wrong! Cheese? Yes please! 😀

20151007_131842Now, the gift.  wanted to give something that can be treasured, and kept with for a really long time. Not to be overly excited, But I wanted to give something that we hopefully pass down. 😀 Hopefully. It’s his 25th, right? Definitely, a watch. I went over with Tsovet, Nixon and Meister. Originally, I wanted Rolex (Classic) or Omega but that was clearly out of my pocket’s capacity. But look where it got me! A classic looking watch. 😀 I was literally crossing my fingers that he’d like the watch. And thankfully, he did. :)))


Happy, Happy Birthday, Babe! I love youuuuu.

EVERYDAY: Fridates with the Boyfriend and the Bestfriend


I’m glad that they can get along well. And I am lucky that the boyfriend understands when this happens. 🙂


And I believe, we ordered a little too much — all the time. Pizza, Pasta, Buffalo Chicken and Mozarella Sticks.


The tradition didn’t actually pushed through. We were planning to celebrate our Christmas Dinner Every year at Chef Laudico Guevarra’s. But anyway, We ended up in Top of the Citi in Makati — He wanted an over looking view, which is ironic since we chose a seat inside. Haha.


I know, we look lovely! Plus, it’s been a long time. I miss this guy.

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Lechon Kawali with Laing – Php 500 Jude loved his order. It was crispy and would definitely be as good with Binagoongan. Hihi.

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Chicken Cordon Bleu in Lemon Butter Sauce  Php 750 It was alright. Not whoah. It was beefy – size was good. But the sauce was kind of sour – that which I didn’t like.

We also ordered a 35 South Sauvignon Blanc – White Wine for Php 950 a bottle. Not Bad, eh?

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Gifts for the Boyfriend: Navy Blue Slim Pants and Long Sleeves from H&M, Navy Blue Shorts from Uniqlo, Spring Green Short Sleeves Polo from Memo (Not in the picture), Sunnies, Light Blue Sando from F21 for Boracay and 3 cool Iconic Socks. :))

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Gifts from the Boyfriend: White Dress from Bershka, Red Dress from Mango, Acrylic Paints on my wishlist and Pink Gym Bag from Puma. 😀


Jude and I wishes you a Merry, Merry Christmas! :)))

My Love, My Life, My All



Someday, I want to experience freaking out of wedding details. I want to argue with you what flowers should go inside the church, or what color of tux should you wear, who our ring bearer is, the color of our invitation, what our theme song is, what flavor our wedding cake will be or what band should we hire. I want to take hundreds of prenuptial pictures with you. I want to attend a wedding rehearsal and not be scared that you might flip out because I am aware of how much you love me and that you won’t do anything to hurt me. I want to experience arguing with you on the number of our guests. I want to attend marriage seminars and know perfectly that we are for each other.

Someday, I want to have hundreds and thousands of butterflies in my stomach not because I’m nervous but because I am full of excitement to finally be called your wife. I want to wake up glowing of joy and pure happiness knowing the day has finally come. I want to wear make-up on that day because that’ll be the last day that I will need it because with you, I am reminded that I don’t need to wear one every day. I want to wear the most beautiful and perfect white gown (and you know how much I love whites) and know that it will be the gown that will mark the start of my ever after with you. I want to wear a sparkling fantasy shoes because I’ve already met my prince charming. An intelligent-charming-handsome lawyer slash banker slash archaeologist prince charming. I want to experience having my smile overused because of all the people who wants to immortalize our special day. I want to feed you our cake and let you drink wine knowing that I will be doing it for the rest of our lives. Lastly, I want to walk down the aisle perfectly happy knowing that all of my dreams are waiting for me, ready to take my hand and exchange vows in front of god and in front of our families and friends. I want to walk down the aisle and say I do to the man of my dreams.

Someday, I’d want to finally and truly scream, ‘Honey I’m home’ when I come home to you. I want to go home really early and bring home food from my bistro or cook loya with a very crispy bangus. I’d want to welcome you and wait for you at the door. I want to untie your shoes and give you a little foot massage before bringing you your slippers. I want to unbutton your polo and hand you fresh clothes. I want to welcome you with pasalubong food when I have late meetings and you’re home early so you’d know I still think of you when I’m out. I want to have regular weekend adventures with you. I’d want to implement Wednesday as our date days or Saturday as naked butt day. I want to argue with you when you left the toilet seat up and have make-up sex after. I want to scold you when you purposely leave your dirty clothes on the floor and not on our laundry room. I want to wake up early in the morning to cook you breakfast every day. I want to cook bacon or pancakes and waffles with juice or your favorite brewed coffee. I want you to wake up with a table full of breakfast food. I want to take long bubble baths with you on Fridays or just because you had a long day at the court. I want to give you massage when I find you seated at your home office. I want to hug you from the back of your neck when I see that you’re thinking too much. I want to make you coffee late at night and wait for you to finish work. I want to hold your hand while we’re both reading our own books in bed and kiss you randomly that’ll turn into something else in some days. I want to secretly place small gifts on the compartment of your car or in your sock drawer. I want to make kiss marks on our bathroom mirror. I want to be the one who irons your clothes. I want to smell your scent when I wake up in the morning. I want to bring you milk when you’re about to go to bed. I want to cook champorado during rainy season and watch DVDs with you all day. I want to be the one to make you drink water and take care of you when you come home a little bit too drunk. I want to call your law office and tell the assistant, ‘yes, this is his wife’. I want to prepare merienda like suman or nutella breads on weekdays. I want to bake cookies and brownies that you can bring to your office. I want to be the one to prepare your veggie shake after our visit to the doctor and he tells us your sugar is too high. I want to stay home na dtake care of you full time when you’re not feeling well. I want to be able to tell you when you’re being an ass and kiss you to let you know that I still love you.

Someday, I will want to harass you to get me dalandan at 3 in the morning or look for mango caramels of cebu.  I want to take documentary changes of my body as our twins are growing inside of me. I want to experience having your lips so near my belly just because you are talking to our babies. I want to look around the mall tirelessly looking for baby stuff. I want to ask you repeatedly if I’m getting fat and hear you say that I still look the same even if I gained 10 pounds. I want to be stressed out of working out because I’m trying to lose my pregnancy fats after I give birth to our twins. I want you to be there to tell me I still look pretty even though I haven’t taken a bath for a week because the doctor says so. I want to tell you ‘Babe, my water just broke. We’re going to have a baby’. I want to hold your hand when it feels like the world is ripping me apart. I want to be with you during our baby’s first cry. I want you to be there to hold her. I want to be with you when we realize that our lives have changed. I want to know that you are with me to raise our child.

Someday, I want to kick your back at 2 in the morning because it’s your turn to get the twin’s milk. I want to laugh with you when we smell her poop during our family sundate. I want to experience having group baths as I hold him and you hold her. I want to hear you singing along Disney cartoons just because they like it. I want to watch you taste gerber food because you’re showing our kids that it tastes good even if it isn’t. I want to wipe the sweat from your head because you’re already tired from carrying them around the whole mass. I want to be able to tell them not to play with your papa’s shoelaces. I want to fight with you whether they said mama or papa first. I want to take loads of pictures because we have two angels added in our family. I want to argue with you of who’s turn it is to change their diapers. I want to laugh with you of how we’re going to tell our children about flowers and bees or Santa Claus and Tooth Fairies.

Someday, I want to come home with a box of pizza and find you teaching our kids Math Problems on the dining table. I want to bring home beers and juices on a Friday Night and watch movies with our kids on our Home Theatre. I want to laugh so loudly when our little boy manages to imitate you by writing a mustache on his face and wears a suit and tie because he want s to grow up exactly like you. I want to wake up early in the morning to prepare the kid’s baon and a healthy meal for my handsome husband lawyer. I want to listen intently when you preach our baby girl not to wear skimpy clothes when she grows up. I want us to visit their room every night to tell them a story or simply kiss them goodnight after a long day. I want to wake up on Sunday mornings only to find out   the kids have prepared the newspaper and the coffee so we can all stay in the bed.

I love you beyond anything words can come up with. 


EAT MANDALUYONG: Italiannis, Shangrila

It’s baba’s first time at Italiannis. I’m not a fan of Italian food but I gave in so he can try. J We had a free Mozarella Stick for every Php 1,500 from our movie ticket. We also ordered a Pizza and Spaghetti Meatballs. 




I guess it’s safe to say that our order was way too many for us. Vanilla Milkshake and Minty Citrus for our drinks. The Amazing Spiderman! Sad that gwen died. But they are so much cuter in person. 


EVERYDAY: After Class Date

He definitely knows I hate First Days. So on the first day of classes, he waited for me until the end of my class. And I have a stupid moment. Alex (one of my HS friends who are now my MA classmate) and I happen not to check our portal accounts. And there, it was posted that we didn’t have any classes. So much for waking up so early on a Saturday, dressing up and driving all the way to Makati. We waited for 2 hours for nothing. But oh well, I didn’t check. 


Late lunch at Chilis and watched Heaven is real. Yay! 


EVERYDAY: Holiday Again.


And this would be a rehearsal. For what you may ask? My forever partner will come with us to our trip down north. My family and I will be going to Bolinao, Pangasinan for Holy Week. So I insisted that he come sit with us for merienda. We had snacks at Yellowcab, Glorietta 5.

EVERYDAY: Christmas with my Love

It’s two days before Christmas.(((:

I’m off to see my handsome date for our eventually, annual Christmas Dinner.

There are several places that we actually wanted to celebrate. First factor was we wanted it to be in a hotel for silence and solemnity and to be in a different environment. But then the buffets are expensive and the traffic is terrible.
We picked Guevarra’s because of the beauty of the place.((: It was noisy and had a lot of people but it worked.

Meet my Handsome and already-hungry date.


During the course of our dinner. We inly had two plates though.

And proceeded to dessert! There should always be room for dessert.

And we’re celebrating with our little champagne.

Wishlist crossed out!((: Cotton on Shoes, Cotton on Polo Shirt, Maldita Polo Shirt, Hugo Boss Polo Shirt, MAC USB cable, Badminton Shirt and Iphone Case. Yay!


Thank you for all my presents babe!

You will always be my most precious gift. Please spend every Christmas with me.

Yay! Cotton on Dress, La Senza undergarments, Black Swimsuit, Cropped top.((:

Best quick gift without fail? Chocolates!((: and perfume from my second dad.

Merry, Merry Christmas Babe! Christmas is more meaningful now that I have you. I love you.
P.S. Please extend my thank yous to papa and mama.(:

BOOK REVIEW : This is how you lose her – Junot Diaz

The truth is there ain’t no relationship in the world that doesn’t hit turbulence.

Even if you admit that she’s you heart, your everything. You cheat on her like the fucking cheating liar you really are.

When your girlfriend finds out that you boned someone else, it’s like a grenade. It detonates everything – past, present and future.

You try every trick in the book to keep her. You write her letters. And every hour like clockwork you say that you’re so sorry. You try it all, But one day she will simply sit up in bed and say, No more.

For awhile, you hunt the city. You phone her everyday and leave messages which she doesn’t answer. You write her long, sensitive letters, which she returned unopened. You even show up at her apartment at odd hours and at her job. You never see her again.

At first, you pretend it don’t matter. For a few weeks, you almost believe it. You run around around with the sluts like it’s the good old days, like nothing has happened. You’re feeling terribly guilty and terribly alone. You keep writing letters to her, waiting for the day that you can hand them to her. You also keep fucking everything that moves.

You end up being alone during holidays with no food, not with anyone. The ex, as you’re now calling her always cooked and set aside all the wings for you. You figure that’s as bad as it gets. A depression rolls over you, so profound you doubt there is a name for it. It feels like you’re being slowly pincered apart, atom by atom.

You stop doing almost everything. You try to describe it. Like someone flew a plane into your soul. Like someone flew two planes into your soul. Your little letters become more and more pathetic. ‘Please, please come back’.

You put all away the old pictures of her. No one will ever be like her. But you find yourself a girl anyway.

You want to turn over a new leaf. Takes you a bit – but you finally break clear and when you do, you feel lighter. You finally go on dates.

You get numbers but nothing you would take home to the family. You’re out all the time but no one seems to be biting. ”I think I need a break from the bitches”.

You take your break. You try to get back to your work. You start three novels. You get serious about your classes and you take up running. Every time you think about your EX, every time the loneliness rears up in you like seething, you tie on your shoes and run.

Out of nowhere, you call the ex, but of course she doesn’t pick you up. The fact that she doesn’t change her number gives you some strange hope.

You start doing push-ups and pull-ups and even some Yoga. You start having dinner with a couple of girls. You eventually erase her contact info from your phone but not the pictures of her in bed while she was naked and asleep.

Of course you dream about her. You want her to say your name, to touch you, but she doesn’t.

You want to move on. You work harder than you’ve ever worked at everything. You keep waiting for the heaviness to leave you. You keep waiting for the moment you never think about the EX again. It doesn’t come.

There are surprises and there are surprises and then there is this. You didn’t think anything could hurt so bad. You are surprised at what a fucking chickenshit coward you are. It kills you to admit it but it’s true. How long does it usually take to get over it?

The day you decide it;s over, it’s over. You never get over it.

Our relationship wasn’t the sun, the moon and the stars, but it wasn’t bullshit either. A start is all we ever get.

THIS. <3

someone that will catch me when i trip, but then set me down gently so he can laugh hysterically at my clumsy ass. someone that will poke me in the side when I’m faking a smile in public so that I know he’s there. Someone that will stand up for me unconditionally, even to people he doesn’t know. Someone that will return all my affection and ask for more. someone that can joke around with my family and hold me in front of them but knows when to and when to not. someone that will pick me up in his car and blindold me and take me to a beautiful place without warning. i want someone that will hold me down and kiss all the parts of me that im embarrased about just to show me i have nothing to hide. when i cry he should want to change the world just so it doesnt hurt me anymore. but i want him to tease me when im crying over something stupid. i want a guy to pick me up and carry me around, and spin me around until i cant breathe because im giggling like an idiot. i want a partner and a lover 🙂