The Farmer's Daughter

Oh yeah, coming from a family of farmers gave me farmer's feet. My Dad's a farmer before he migrated to US, my late grandfather's a farmer also, maybe his pop's a farmer too, i don't know, and maybe if i were a boy id be a farmer too. But not really. even if i were, gosh it's hard work. I can't remember the last time i went to our farm. It was years ago. And every time i see or pass by one i can't help but reminisce my short stint as a farmer, most about harvest season. Me, my brother and our cousins would go "to help", more likely just to play around in our complete farming gear (long sleeved shirt, knee length socks over pants, mostly what my dad prefers), chase carabaos and take a bath on some carabao's pond, it's not really a pond, it's more of a mud. I love the feel of those mud almost burying half of my legs and if i go out of balance, ill fall flat on my face. It only happened once if i remember it correctly, and twice for stepping on carabaos stool. I know, this entry is starting to smell pretty bad instead of a fresh memory am trying to convey. For that i apologize.

And one of those sweetest memories, was when my mom taught me a song, we were in our little hut and a vision of my dad tending to the rice field. Here it goes:

May isang papel na lilipad-lipad
Saluhin mo Denden ng dalawang palad
Kung itatanong kung kaninong sulat
Padala ni daddy, dadating na bukas.

It's so silly, cos every time am alone i find myself humming to that song. I don't know if that was my mom's original or what, but to me it feels so whimsical. I wish you can hear me sing it now. I love that song. One day, i hope ill be able to sing it to my baby too. Koffy's still totally mute, i keep praying though that next year he'll learn this song finally.

Cool Clean Breezy

This is my favorite dress so far. It's like an over sized polo shirt plus the combination of black, yellow and gray completes the overall cooling effect on me. I have this on pink and green too. Call me crazy but that's where my comfort is.

Oh by the way have you watched the Oscars? Fashion aside, I think Hugh Jackman did a very good job in hosting the event. And Sean Penn won! He's my favorite actor of all time. Speaking of movies, for the last couple of days I've been on my back just watching and (re) watching movies after movies. I won't give you the film's synopsis ill just give my full recommendation to please watch them. I believe they're all great.

• Changeling. I love Angelina, and she's getting better on every movies she's in. It's a very hard film to watch, hard in a sense that you don't want it to happen to you especially on your own family. OMG it's every mother's nightmare.
  
• Gran Torino. Just like Changeling, it's very good too. I think Clint Eastwood can do nothing wrong on every movies he's directing. What surprises me the most is the song on the end of the film. It's been my last song syndrome for a couple of days now.
• The boy in the Striped Pyjamas. Maybe am a masochist. Am into emotionally torturing movies such as war and holocaust. Those are history, and i love history movies. Maybe am learning too much, or all of the histories I've learned are from films.
• Doubt. Just watch it, there's nothing to lose cos Meryl Streep the Great is there.
• Yes Man. I've been missing a lot of Jim Carrey. His last movie that i watched, i think was Bruce Almighty. So it's been a long time. It's exactly the break i need from all those heavy movies i've watched.
  

So, that's it. Hope everybody have a great week.

Meet Cute

Meet Cute, is a scenario in which two individuals are brought together in some unlikely, zany, destined-to-fall-in-love-and-be-together-forever sort of way, the more unusual the better. I happened to have had my Meet Cute so many years ago, in so many different circumstances, and thinking about that now makes me smile and say, it is indeed Cute.

Have i told you how i met my husband?

• Well, it was the time when we were still cute, barely 13 years of age in high school. We're in the same class, he's the smart bookie one, silent type, he's got this stalker-ish kind of smile whenever his eyes follow me. He was mysterious to me even then. Me, on the other hand (oh i can't describe myself), were flocked by boys all the time. They worship me! Oh, did i say it out loud? hihi. We were each others secret crushes, only revealed 11 years later. We only dated once, courtesy of the library. We never talked the whole time, he just smiled. After two years of being classmates i transferred to another school. We never saw each other again.
• 2000, December. Both studying, me part time working, accidentally saw each other on a xerox copy booth. He said Hi and again just smiled the whole time.
• 2004, May. I received a surprising call from him, of course saying hi and reintroducing himself. Sure i remember him. He is Jayson Lozada, the secret crush from my past. The only problem is, he wants to fast forward the dating thing, so he can "catch up" for the lost time. What a jerk! I remember him telling me once that he's sure as hell that am meant to be with him. What an ass! The truth is i like him, but i don't want to do anything with him because, obviously i felt like we have totally nothing in common. He is not the guy i have in mind. He changed so much for the last 11 years, he's become this constant irritating figure in my life, forcing me to see him, even convincing me that i should have a say in his life. That pissed me off, resulting in almost a year of stony silence from me, ignoring his messages and calls. There was a time when i really hated his guts.But there are days when i really misses him. He may be the most annoying fart in the world but he's a very good person on the phone. I missed talking to him.
  
• 2005 February. I messaged him, saying we can be friends again. Only friends nothing more. He accepted. We started seeing each other again but this time i began to see him differently. Unconsciously, everything just came naturally for us. But before i forgot, there's this one time, when i was with this nice guy, who invited me for a breakfast in this wonderful place. All the time Jayson was calling and leaving me text messages saying, he called home and talked to my grandmother ordering me to come home immediately, something about emergency at home and lecturing me how i don't know much about my date, that he can be a serial killer, and some absurd created stories by him. I think he even gave me a police emergency number that morning. I know, pathetic. His imagination just gone wild. All the time i was on that date, he's the one am thinking about.
  
• 2005 September. Oh God how i missed him. He was away for work, we haven't seen each other for almost a week. So when he got back, i was surprised when he gave me flowers. I even asked if it's okay to kiss him, so i did and he kissed me back. I don't know what got into me to ask that, but am glad anyway. It paid off. I got my Meet Cute.
• 2008, April. We got married, had a four legged son named Koffy, and lived dork-illy ever after.
  

So, tell me, hows' your meet cute like? Id love to hear from all of you.
Am tagging all, if that's possible. hihi.

Have a very Cute day everyone!

ps,
it really is heart swelling whenever i receive comments from all of you.
It's just so sweet. So thank you guys!

At Last, I have Found Corny in my Life

I understand feeling as small and as insignificant as humanly possible. And how it can actually ache in places you didn't know you had inside you. And it doesn't matter how many new haircuts you get, or gyms you join, or how many glasses of chardonnay you drink with your girlfriends... you still go to bed every night going over every detail and wonder what you did wrong or how you could have misunderstood. And how in the hell for that brief moment you could think that you were that happy. And sometimes you can even convince yourself that he'll see the light and show up at your door. And after all that, however long all that may be, you'll go somewhere new. And you'll meet people who make you feel worthwhile again. And little pieces of your soul will finally come back. And all that fuzzy stuff, those years of your life that you wasted, that will eventually begin to fade.

-Iris Simpkins, The Holiday
I couldn't have said it any better. Guys please watch the movie for those who haven't. One of my fave to watch over and over again.

Yesterday:
We're so corny. Post V-day date with husband. I guess, a little corny won't ruin your life, cos am wearing my little punk yellow heart out in the open. hihi.

Black

If only the whole world would stop reminding me of this day, i won't even be aware of it. But thank God for such greetings, i rescued myself from a great deal of hassle. Am betting it's gonna be crazy out there.

Oh well, no plans today. Just staying home, eat, overdose on caffeine, watch bunch of movies and have lots of kisses from my boys.

Exactly a year ago:

Have a great weekend everyone!

Who's Wearing the Pants Now?

I am swearing off pants now as much as possible. I’d like to call them my work clothes. Work – meaning, like going to the market, pay bills or whenever running errands alone, which is seldom. Plus honestly, I don’t look good in pants. Not much to play around cos am not leggy. But, of course there are days when I don’t feel like dressing up, like today. And this is not mine at all. It’s my husband’s. They call it the boyfriend jeans, but nah, I call it husband jeans, as in literally, it was his.

It’s very comfy, roomy, makes me feel like a boy! Hihihi. I think it has something to do with the fact that am driving now? Am pretty much confident now on the road, considering there are lots of manic drivers out there, so am thinking if you can't beat them, join them. hihi. Am the man! So sweet, hubby taking the passenger seat on our way to visit my grandma.

A little side story:

These ruins am standing at, seats directly in front of our ancestral home, used to be the biggest and gallant house owned by the richest family in my hometown on the 50’s to 70’s, complete with two swimming pools. It’s the only house in the whole town made of stone while others were made of bamboos or wood. Obviously, you can see the intricate design of the walls, it's not just an ordinary house. I didn’t get to see the house in it’s full glory, to me it served as a huge lot of playground when I was growing up. My Grandma, who used to work for them, told me, the owner lost his money on taking many wives, even house maids were no exception. Shocking! So funny, cos it's Koffy's playground now.

Life = Full circle.
Yeah, that's our house now.

Call me Ganda - I am Uto-uto

My recent wrist candies, except the black bead which i purchased from Bora two years ago.

It only took a girl to call me "ganda" and that cost me 180php. Every time a certain vendor in Subic calls me "ate ganda, bili ka na!", [English translation: Pretty girl! (as if-eye rolling), oh the most prettiest girl of all, do us the honor of buying these junks and turn them to a pretty thing like you!!!!]
-in a heartbeat i always do. By the way, the English translation is just a narcissistic echo in my head cos am easily charmed. hihi.

The charmer

Earlier that day. February 7, 2009, Saturday, Abhie and i finally did meet face to face. She's from Olongapo and am from Balanga, so i decided Kai and i drive there and meet her before she goes back to Qatar. I don't do eyeballs. She's my first actually, and she's so fun. Abhie is a ball of energy. A small ball of energy, bouncy, perky and softy. A warm spirit and a good heart. Did i say she's a talker. Dull can't she be, and i can't believe am saying this but i think she broke my wrist, cos I tried to stop her by physically pinning her down from paying our coffee bills but still, she wrestled her way on to the cashier. Very embarrassing. Next thing i knew, Kai was on the floor, bloody, tackled by Abhie. hehe. The last part simply an exaggeration. But more or less it was like that. Kai and i are a bunch of retards! Abhie is simply crazyyyyy! But one thing is for sure she really is a friend for keeps. hihi.

Abhie and Denishabeybeh
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Mocha Blends

The Kite Runner All Over Again

Finally I got to watch Slumdog Millionaire yesterday. It's definitely on top of my fave list now, even topping Beauty and the Beast and Lion King. Noooo kidding. I knew the first time i watched Beauty and the Beast that i will be naming my daughter Belle and my son Beast. ",) and Lion King Lozada my third child and maybe Mufasa if Kai will ever sleep with me again. Promise, i don't kid. I knew every song and dialogue, i can recite them on my sleep. Oh well, dorkiness aside it's been my day's plan to watch them again now. I remember carrying a load of pain for a week on the sight of Simba crying over the loss of his dad. Anyway, back on Slumdog, i feel like it's a much lighter version of The Kite Runner which is good, because i can't imagine watching something so heavy now or ill be haunted once again.

Lat Saturday, Jan 31. Kai's bday. I feel so Belle in this blue dress. hihi

I am sorry for the poor picture. We're low in battery already, this is in fact a test pic and the last and only picture of my whole ensemble.