It's Just One of Those Telenovela Moments

I cried last night. Drama frustrates me but I wasn’t able to hold back the tears. I failed to stop them from pouring.

I had this little misunderstanding with the mister and before we knew it, I was already in my leave-me-alone space. During my lying on the bed while wallowing moment, (for the first time since we're hitched) I felt overwhelmed on how much stuff were going on in our life right now. Yes, ‘our life’ -- meaning neither ‘mine’ nor ‘his’, I’m speaking collectively for the both of us. It’s not that the reality of being married hasn’t sunk in to me yet, I guess I was just tired because we’ve been doing a lot lately and I mismanaged my time. I would give the world to do more; but twenty four hours weren’t enough. Well, there went my silly thoughts.

Anyway, the mister came to the room and hugged me. (OMG) I cried even more like a child, yes with sobs and sniffs! He apologized, we talked, and then everything's back to their easy-breezy state again.

Them soap opera-ish instances make me say "YUCK!", but last night was different. I felt like I needed it. With semi-swollen eyes and wet cheeks, I felt secured. Relieved.

With Friends Like These Who Needs An Army

Growing up, my mom used to tell me to smile a lot so others would find me approachable. She even teased me that I wouldn’t have a chance of finding a husband if I always look suplada. They might get a little intimidated, she added.

But I wasn’t a snob, I was just an introvert that’s why I don’t speak to others the first time I’m with them. Moreso, I didn’t like being rejected so I had the tendency to not make the first move. I only learned the art of reaching out during my college years. I had friends everywhere. In and out of my alma mater, around our neighborhood, meet-up friends, even online ones. I can say that I’ve been with people from all walks of life.
And I loved it!

Life, with its many unavoidable shits, happens. I lost contact with some of them. Also, I moved here in Cali (and I must admit I was bad with keeping in touch). Nevertheless, the best of the best ones remain close to me. I started evaluating myself with how I connect with others. That’s when I realize that the quality of friendship is more important than tally numbers.

Today, I’m not back to my suplada self (though my friends chime I look like one!), but I tend to screen who I could build strong relationships with before taking the plunge. I began opening myself up again and to my surprise, I’ve established wonderful bond with a few genuine people. I reckon that I don’t have to fear rejection because true friends would allow me to grow yet accept the whole me (including my scars and blemishes, my unpredictable moods, my topak etc). I guess it also comes with maturity that I’m able to separate those who were just mere acquaintances.

I’m so blessed to belong to an amazing set now.
I know.

Happiness Is Only Real When Shared

(blog title quoted from the movie, Into The Wild)

I love traveling. Discovering new places and unusual spots makes me high! Maybe it has something to do with braving the unknown. It gives me some sort of exhilaration when I step my feet on somewhere unfamiliar.

The mister and I share the same passion for jetsetting. We’ve been to a lot of places already but we’re still hungry for some more adventures. He’s into driving that’s why we clicked eversince. I am so glad to have found my perfect ‘lakwatsa partner’ in him.

Sometimes it’s not even the vacation that excites me; I don’t care if we drive for how many straight hours, it’s the thought of spending time with him that matters. The fruitful conversations, endless laughtrips, ‘car concertos’, and the comfort of our silence in between are what make me yearn for more.

I’ll never get tired of being his favorite passenger.

I own that seat.

Feeling Domesticated

Yesterday I called in sick because I was having cramps. Well, to pass my time I did some chores. I cooked lunch, I cleaned the kitchen, took out the trash, ran errands, walked the dog, etc. At 4pm, I was tired already and I wasn’t even done with everything I needed to do.

I’m never used to doing ‘house activities’. It’s not that I’m lazy, it’s just that there’s always somebody preparing things for me/us (ahmm, my mom). But I was aware before I got married that I’d be the one in charge of keeping our house when the time comes that we’ll have our own. Still, I have a lot more to learn and master before I could claim the title of a fully-pledged housewife. Good thing, I know how to cook -- the mister and I won’t ever be hungry! Hah!

It was exhausting but I was fulfilled with what I accomplished. Looks like I’m going to ask the mister if I could retire anytime soon. (I kid! I kid!)

An Easter Blog

Every lent I give up something. Well this year, it was coffee.

I’m a coffee-junkie at heart. I feel like my days aren’t complete without a single cup, even my friends could attest to that. Who would’ve thought that I’d last these past forty days without it? Admittedly it was a hard. I salivated every time I make the mister’s morning coffee. Breakfast wasn’t that appealing if paired with hot chocolate or tea. But I see Lent as being not in control; self denial of one’s greatest pleasure and no sacrifice is worth more than what the Lord had done for us. I felt really victorious that I didn’t succumb to my coffee cravings.

As for my reward, I woke up this morning to the smell of my favorite brewed coffee from Starbucks (pike place roast with toffee nut and classic syrup, two pumps each) -- the mister brought me breakfast in bed. (You have no idea how excited I was to taste that familiar dose of my beloved caffeine.)

Happy Easter, indeed!