A perfect dinner

I have my old friends coming over at home for dinner this weekend. They are my high school classmates and it will be the first time we will see each other again after 17years. I am so excited and nervous at the same time for I want this get together to be perfect. I already asked my mom in law to come over to help baby sit our kids. I went to do my grocery and this is the menu I imagine to serve:

Grilled shrimps
Binagoongan with green mangoes
Pork barbeque with home-made atsara
Fried Rice
Almondigas
Buko Pie
Mangoes and bananas

yummy :-)

Magnanakaw, magnanakaw....

Would you dare shout; burglar, burglar when you have the occasion?

Yesterday, I saw my cousin. She told me not to call her anymore from her celfone nor his husband. At the beginning I thought she was angry at me but when I heard the entire story I felt scared. Apparently, the day before when she was sleeping together with her seven kids, like any other night she leaves the main gate unlock so that his husband who works late at night can enter freely without disturbing anybody. Since she was so tired she taught it was his husband who went inside their house. She said she even saw the guy from the back wearing a jacket. As she was so sleepy, she just told his husband that the dinner is on the fridge without even standing up she continued sleeping. When his real husband entered the house, an hour later she was still under shock. Because anything could have had happened if she discovered that it wasn't really his husband. Everything portable was taken from their house: their 4 celfones at home, wallets and their CD player. She was pissed for losing such stuff but was happy that the burglary didn't end up catastrophic. She promised never will she leave her house open again.

Little frog prince...

While we were sleeping last night. Our house transformed into a horror ride with the howling of my sister-in-law's voice in the living room. We don't actually have an extra room to accommodate guests passing by so everytime the occassion knocks we make them sleep in our living room. We thought everything went well. We prepared our portable and foldable bed to accommodate her for a night or two in our place. She was a bit apprehensive to sleep in the living room as it is the one closest to our garden.

At around 3 in the morning our baby like sleep was literally torn by the horrified howl of my SIL. Guess what happened. She woke up there was a big toad sleeping on her belly. It made us all laugh. :-) She was too scared going back to sleep fearing that this amphibian will climb back to her. We were wondring where it came from, definitely from the garden.

Run baby run....

I had a wonderful dream. I was the saviour of the world. Everybody depended on me. I woke up and noticed that the sun was already up for our room was already well lighted. I literally jumped from our bed when I realised that I didn't hear the alarm clock. I was already late by an hour. I woke up my husband and did my morning ritual at a speed of fifteen minutes. Which means taking my breakfast, washing my face and brushing my teeth (impossible to take my shower at this occassion). Half heartedly I endorsed my husband taking care of our kids hoping everything will be alright during my absence.

I knew I only had five minutes left to reach the finish line, I mean the fx line. For the last rip going directly to the place I work will leaves at 9:00 I still took my chance. I ran. I felt like my heart will explose. I suddenly felt that I was like Elma Muros or Lydia de Vega defending my title. I ran with all my strength and all my spirit could. When I reach the fx station, there was only one fx left and one seat left. Oh my God, thank you for being there. I arrived late but I arrived at work. And that is what really matters.

I'm a millionaire

Dreaming of becoming millionaire......

If there's one dream I believe common to us all is becoming a millionaire. As I was surfing on the net last night, I never realised the amount of articles on the net written on this topic. It could be successful stories of people who become milllionaire with their inspiring stories from rags to riches.Or a sort of a manual teaching people on how they can earn money faster and easy way. It is normal to dream of becoming a millionaire specially considering how harder it is to survive day to day's life. But unfortunately, most of us hopes to become one the easy way. I dont know how many times we heard stories of big time swindling stories (the most recent one ) is the online thing hoping to double and triple your money investments. I remember my dad who often tell me as a kid to better admire chinese as they are the best businessmen in the world of all times. They have the capacity to think in the future and knows well how to calculate risks. When I think about it, my dad could be right considering how many rich chineses live on this earth. I personally I think its nice to have a dream but knowing how to perceive then and knowing our own boundaries is the most important things to remember in this quest for being millionaire. Other than that, we could all probably join television quiz game with one million worth of prizes. :-)

Are marital disputes healthy?

Two weeks ago I came across a blog discussing how healthy it is for couples' to have arguments from to time to time. Never imagined that what I read will be put to much good use eventually that fast.

It was late at night yesterday when my husband and I had our big fight. Its quite rare that our small misunderstandings end up into something serious because automatically there is somebody that will give way and let the other express him or herself. But last night it was different, we were both tired and irritated considering all the bills and money problems that we had that even a small issue of discontentment could definitely result into something big. The culprit: the television remote control. He wanted to change the channel but she doesn't want to give him. This simple scenario aggravated and for the first time they had their exchange of nasty words. She decided to sleep instead of fighting. But how the hell can she sleep when she knows there is something bothering her. At around 1pm there he came, he didn't apologized but just hugged her. She eventually fell asleep and the next day everything is forgotten.

Breast enlargement, anyone?

What cup size do you have?

Everytime such question pop, women like me who are not bestowed by nature's richness prefer to avoid replying as the answer is quite obvious. Although I am personally confident of myself and happy despite I don't belong to the league of the likes of Pamela Anderson I assume there are plenty of women out there wishing and dreaming to be blessed with such. Peer pressure, society's judgement or much even worse their husband's or boyfriend's look pushed women of all kinds to cross this barriere and opt to undergo such chirurgical procedure. Do not think that this is a paid advertisement but I just thought of writing about this when I heard that one of my closest friend has been preparing since last month to undergo such operation much even to my surprise with the blessings of his husband.

She organised last night a small gathering among us her girlfriends so as not to shock as of the eventual augmentation of her breast. Well, when she announced the news we were all quite shocked. The truth, I don't think she ever needs it. She is already beautiful and has a well proportioned body. She doesn't need it to attract guys' attention, she will definitely succeed without going through this scalpel. But she said she really wanted it eversince. She is grabbing the opportunity now that his husband agreed to finance it. I don't want to judge her. We are all free to do what we want to our own body. Had it been his husband's idea, I will definitely give my piece. But that wasn't the case. I am just sad to realise how people can be unsatisfied and unhappy despite all the blessings that they already have. It's human nature to want what we don't have. As I look at myself this morning in the mirror, I realised how I even appreciate myself for who I am and for what I have. :-)