Peko-peko, Chronicles of a desperate housewife

As Valentine's day is fast approaching, stories of love hits everywhere. I may not always have the occassion to share how my husband and I crossed our path until cupid struck us with his arrow: I am taking this occassion to share that moment. I met my husband long time ago. I was on my third year in the university while he was on his second year in highschool. May-December love affair? Call it anyway you like it but this is how we met and the story that goes with it.I was a working student during college days. To earn extra buckets, I was employed by a tour operator packaging field trips for students. I was part of the brigade of what they call "tour-guides" assisting students so that teachers ...

Today I'm particulary dead tired. The overtime worked at the office and the pressure of my superior is really pushing my red button. The only thing that keeps me going is the pay check that will surely pass my hand unnoticed considering the bills and the expenses at home. God I wish my "house-husband" will finally have the courage to start finding a job. On my way home I could already see the tons of house work waiting for me. On the door way there were my two kids eagerly happy to see me. On times like this, no matter how tired I am I could never let my children down. As I played with them, I was wondrin where could be my husband. In the neighbor, I guess probably not that far or he ...

I always have the habit of preparing extra food during our dinner not to accommodate the uninvited guests embarking at our place from time to time. But to serve them for my lunch box at work for a more economical way of eating. As part of my ritual after work, I would pass by at the market to buy fresh ingredients for our dinner. That night my attention was caught by the bangus (milkfish) on sale, not only for their freshness but because of the ear-piercing voice of the vendor. Out of pity for his throat and to passer by's ears I bought about two kilos. The faster he gets rid of his fish the faster we won't hear his agony. I cleaned the fish, cut them into two and immediately prepare ...

Grrrr, same as my Sunday morning. I didn't slept well last night. We were luckily spared by the neighbor but my little boy howled the entire night. Not even my Avon make-up could do anything to cover these soggy eyes. Off I went to work, with a pinch in my heart wondring how my hubby will take care of the house and our little ones. And what else is not good on Monday morning like these but a heavy traffic jam. Now I'm here staring in front of my computer trying to fight my strong desire to sleep and balancing a cup of hot noodles on my hand. That's what you call multi-tasking; eating, daydreaming, napping and working at the same time. Oh gosh I hope its already 5:30 can't wait to be back ...

I had bad night.Let me tell you how.I woke up at six am (on a Sunday morning imagine that!) I barely slept 5 hours for my night was incessantly serenaded by my baby's cry and the bickering of the new couple who live next to our aparment. Since they moved in a month ago, there was never a moment that they weren't exchanging nasty words. But last night it was different; aside from the normal sobbing and yelling there were glasses and plates I could imagine flying and as it hit the surface..BANG, Click,Clang!!! a melody that lacks musicality. I looked at my husband. He was motionless , sleeping like a baby close to me. I told him to wake up he looked at me with his eyes half closed and said; "sleep ...

After 9 months of hiding I'm finally back. I wasn't really into hibernation but nonetheless let me give you a summary of what have happened during the last 9 months of my absence:Got pregnant (again!)I gave birth...this was undeniably painful, imagine 14 hours of labor!Started finding job..going through that cutthroat competition interviews..was even more tiring than giving birth :-(Found "finally" a lame jobBack into ...