Happy Birthday Henry Ronda Rabe

To my dear friend Kimmy,

Same time last year I remembered vividly, instead of celebrating your birthday you opted to come with me for an interview which changed my life forever. Of course I remembered as well that we cooked and prepared something for you and you opted not to come to our shabby room but hey, that was understandable. Its your birthday, its your choice whom to spend it with.

I am happy to have known you. I knew we were bound to be friends when I realized you were gay. I love gay people. You guys makes my life a little lighter, a little happier.

We have been through a lot of happy times and inevitably sad. I knew that people just cant stop hating me especially when I open my mouth and spew TRUTH and I guess you were not an exception. But we remained friends and that is what i love about you. You are loyal and you were always there for me.

We may not see each other again as often as before but you are and always will be in my heart.

Thank you for making my life a little easier and a little bit happier. You have a friend in me.

Happy Birthday and may you have the happiness you truly deserve.

Love Always,

Me

The Kim Kardashian Wedding

I just finished watching a marathon of The Real Housewives of New Jersey and I chanced upon the Kardashian wedding. Its actually a two-part so the wedding prep was aired tonight and tomorrow will be the wedding.

In my opinion, of all the Kardashians I think I like her best. I was addicted at one point with the show but I am more of the Real Housewives addict. Anyway, I have seen that every time her sisters pick on her but I guess she was the prettiest and the most sensitive to her Mother. I like how she cancelled all her appointments just to be beside her Mom who wanted to have her chin fixed. By the way, they showed a part of the actual operation. I nearly fainted.

When Khloe Kardashian married Llamar Odom, she opted to be given away by her brother Rob K. I was appalled by that gesture. It was Bruce Jenner (Decathlon Olympic Gold Medalist) who raised them. I'm sure Khloe has her reasons but I guess I just liked Kim better now that I have known that she was given away by Bruce. The man who raised them and continued giving support to their family.

No disrespect but I would personally want to be given away by my Uncle, Papa Vi. He proved to be my strength during my time of desperation. He opened my eyes to be spiritual. I remembered having bible studies when I was a kid. He inculcated a lot of good things to us. He patiently looked for me when I decided to ran away from home at 15. He is always supportive. He sent me to school to get my degree in Hotel and Restaurant Management. He taught me how to love work.

I remembered vividly when he told me, "If you are asking God for something be specific." And I did, I prayed for a husband just like him. And that was exactly what I had.

Patient. Loving. God-fearing. Kind. Hardworking. 

I miss you Papa! See you soon! I love you!

To Wade or Not to Wade

Today we woke up thinking we will be apple picking at:

Sweet Berry Farm

19 3rd Beach Road

Middletown, RI 02842-5332

Unfortunately, there were no apples to be picked. Fortunately, there were pumpkins and a "pony" ride for Kylee. It was not really a pony. It was a huge HORSE. And the queue was insane I really want to shove everyone infront of us (Because I am impatient, except when I'm paid to wait and when its an opening of a shoe store!) but I decided not to because I am lazy to even try.

Anyway, Kylee had fun especially because she was wearing her new boots today. I told her that if she gets naughty i will send the boots to her BFF (Vanessa) and believe me when I say that this rugrat is a shoe-paholic in the making. Goodluck to you Daddy Carlos!

Today I want to react on a viral photo which is all over the facebook. This is apparently about a General in the Philippines whom the writer stated that should be fired from his job because he did not wade on the water while the American did not hesitate.

I must admit that it is quite appalling for someone of that stature to be carried by someone else but the truth of the matter is, that was his choice. And him being carried by someone else (Believe me, the guy was paid in full and that was his job of choice too!) should not be a ground for termination. I do not know this General, I'm pretty sure he doesn't know me as well and I am not defending the poor guy. But he most probably have a reason (pedicure, hello!) and even if he doesn't, that action did not define him as a General.

If he wanted to be carried, let him be. That's his choice. I'm sure he is good with his job after all you will not be a General if you are not. Let us not cast stones. Do I find it funny? Yes. Is he a disgrace to our country? Maybe. Should he be terminated? I guess not. 

The American probably doesn't mind at all. I think (and this is just my opinion!) we are more interested on what other people will say about us rather than doing our job. Clearly the job was not wading in the waters. We are too hospitable. That's why when we  work abroad we are being abused by our co-workers. They know that we'd rather just follow than be a leader. And most of us just stab everyone at the back rather than telling it to our co-workers point-blankly. 

I have nothing against the writer, Im sure he is passionate with this topic. And I respect the fact that he wanted to air his opinion. I love courageous people. All Im saying is, I dont think he should be terminated because of  this action.  

On second note, I hope my non-roadies who reads my blog know that I have the flag counter now therefore I know which peeps reads this. Oh and by the way, I hope Im not going to receive private messages on FB asking me to give them access to my photos.

Follow my blog and you will immediately have an access to the photos. That's it! Plain and simple!

Lovin' Life

I remembered thinking last night, what if I die tomorrow? What happens next? I guess everybody should be ready with all those what if's? So I decided upon waking up today, though my back is killing me, I need to continue living, being domesticated that I am right now, organize my closet and that includes my accessories, sell stuff I cant get into (sucks to be a fatty!) and plan more of GIVEAWAYS!

A lot of people would think that I am Ms. Material Girl! Though I would disagree with the whole context, I will probably agree. I love shopping. Not the spending but the idea of the good things in my cart makes me giddy! Its like an adrenaline rush. As you all know, Beamer is a bit of a "saver" and somehow he influenced me. So when I go to a shopping mall, I packed my cart and savor the good items I have. Then before check-out I slowly discard them and stick to what I need rather than what I want. You will really be surprised that you really do not need a lot! 

Yesterday, I brought Kylee on a shopping spree. The little girl was excited and she just cant hide it! She was all so giddy and laughing a lot. We got pants (pink, fuchsia and violet) and leggings and a dress. The most important thing of all, her boots. I wanted the purple girly boots for her but she insisted of a black one. I asked her why and she replied with the most sensible answer: I want something like yours! That answer is best and so the narcissistic ME gave in. Beamer was patiently waiting in the parking lot doing his fantasy football while Kylee and I were having a blast.

The best thing about yesterday was finding the best fairy wings. It was the hubster who found it and showed it to us. We also had the Bunny costume for Kylee. She wanted to have the boots to go with it. Beamer was really not pleased because he can be a bit uptight. We bought the tutu and bunny ears and he wanted a real bunny. I said, fun and girly bunny is actually the trend.

All I know is that we will have FUN!

I realized that, in order for us to live life we have to savor each moment. I am now into building memories. True, I love material things but its only because I love the finer things in life. I love looking at all pretty things and I love wearing all cute stuff. I love dressing the hubster everyday and I will most probably not get tired of that. I am just embracing all the good things that has happened to me. I am thankful to the unseen mover of all for giving me all the fine things in life. For my supportive family. For the real friends. For my roadies. For my wonderful hubster who just keeps getting better. I realized he really gets me. He does. And that is the most important thing of all.

I love you all. 

The Rollercoaster

I am still PMS-ing! The hubster calls it the rollercoaster ride. Beamer aka the Hubster has been very understanding and I'm a lovin'! I just don't know if he feels the same. You see, I cannot read minds. I can only negotiate. 

As you all know, Kylee is back in our crib. She will be here until after Halloween. We are both working on our outfits. We have a party to attend to and trick or treating at Barrington. So we need 2 costumes.

We all have agreed that on the Halloween party at Tiverton, Beamer will be Daffy Duck, I will be a sexy Bunny (that's hard to pull!) and Kylee will be a Fairy. We are still working on our wardrobe. I picked all black ensemble for Beamer (we just have to buy a beak!) and I already got my dress and shoes picked out. I still have to work with my accessories though. We already got a white dress for Kylee which we need to add a few things to POP!

The trick or treat is a bit of stretch. I will be the She-devil (As I really am!) and Beamer will be the Angel (that he is!) and Kylee wanted to be a BUNNY! Still working on the outfits on this one!

One thing I have learned in any occasion. You can never be too ready for something! So I will try my best to have everything ready a week before the occasion.

Wish me LUCK!

The Sky is Falling (Or Not!)

I was busy editing photos for my lookbook the other day and my computer broke down. It totally went black and after that, a burning smell. I was surprised by my reaction. It didn't bother me at all. Okay, I must admit that after a few minutes I was totally sad. Usually, I will be having a nervous breakdown. But when that happened, I realized that it was my computer's time.

I read somewhere (I am totally not reliable with my sources!) that the amount of the item you bought divided by the number of time you used it is its actual worth. The computer was free. On second thought, the most expensive thing I have is my French Connection pumps. Or is it my Caravela? Damn these shoes! They are expensive and I seldom use it!

I have been watching a lot of Rachel Zoe on Bravo. It inspires me. Plus the fact that lookbook is a fashion haven. There is this lady by the name of Aureta Thomollari, fashionable and classy and beautiful and elegant and all the pretty things to say. She embodies my aesthetic. And I am elated she actually fanned me on lookbook. 

I realized recently (while cleaning my closet) that I have gazillion clothes. Some of them I cannot fit into and I rarely used and some of them are just ghastly I do not have a clue why I bought it. And some of them I am saving to wear on special occasions. Then an amazing spark of theory woke me up!

What if we die tomorrow? What if its the end of the world? I know for a fact that I have been slacking for awhile and my fashion was disastrous for a few months because of my weight gain. So now I realized, I should not stop myself from wearing what I wanted to wear. I will try to be Fabulous!!!

And for the outfit I can no longer fit into, I have to hand them over to peeps who actually will take care of them.

PMS-ing Devil

I have heard through the grapevine that somebody I knew said: Why would I follow her blog? I have a lot of better things to do. 

You know what? I am not really forcing people to follow my blog. I AM NOT. Last time I checked its a free country. So you do as you please and I will do exactly the same.

Here's the thing. I feel that the people who really like me without reservations and hesitations really really deserve a little bit more than those kibitzers in my life. As I have said, I only like people who likes me. I only feel comfortable to open my house to friends and not strangers. So I'm sorry if you feel that you can no longer access my FB account by kibitzing and gossiping about my photos which may or may not have rubbed you the wrong way. People who adores me will have no qualms of following. They are not insecure!

I have really no problem with people gossiping about me. Really. I don't. But when I ask for something that I know you can give and you don't give it then that's a problem. Because I don't really ask a lot. All I want is an assurance that you can be there for me before I open another portal. 

Oh...and by the way, If I go visit your photos, I will and most likely comment on it. But if I don't, then I think you should not be bothered of doing the same as I don't really go to yours for a reason yet to be divulged. And if you think I am fugly, I believe you need a mirror yourself. What I do with my life is my business. What you do with yours is entirely up to you.

And Sweetie, if you have better things to do, I suggest you start with your wardrobe.