Day 194

For our 0.5 year wedding anniversary, my husband and I took a trip to Bacolod, his province.

The first day consisted of eating rice for breakfast, lunch, merienda, and dinner. With my husband as my personal tour guide, it was inevitable that we would just go on a food trip.

In Manokan (Chicken) Country, Bacolod, even the chicken knows that it is love.

heart shaped chicken

For dinner, we discovered a quaint restaurant called Felicia’s. The food was so-so, quite pricey for Bacolod rates; but, the macarons were fantastic.

not a macaron

We joined his family to go to his family’s fish pond the following day. It was a ginormous tract of land, so much so that I felt dwarfed.

“I’m dwarfed.”

The pond dog seemed unfazed though.

woof, yo.”

I’ve never seen fish being harvested before. It’s weird how the fish seemed to have very distinct personalities. Some jumped and squirmed in protest. Others tried to surreptitiously get away. Others lay very still, their mouths agape, like they are just waiting for their inevitable demise.  At first, I felt bad that they were being gathered to meet their doom, but my husband has deemed it the ultimate glory of their existence. Kind of like Sparta.

Hard at work 

We went to a place called the Ruins. It was beautiful, but odd. There were no tour guides so was hard to know exactly what you are looking at. The information mainly came from tiny plaques posted on the walls as well as from framed newspaper clippings. You can buy juice and artwork inside the structure and one of the back rooms was being renovated in a modern way. It was weird. Like a tourist wasteland. I did like the place for the pictures though.

Looking pretty good for something called the Ruins.

My husband and I have been bitten by the travel bug. Next stop: Hong Kong.


Day 177

The money monster cometh

and it’s trying to scare us from getting a house.



Day 163

How I am whenever I receive the electricity bill. Fun times.


Day 139

There are some days that are just out to get you. The minute I opened my eyes this morning, I knew it was going to be one of those days.

First, the weather is unbearably hot. Tortuous. It’s not the sexy, Bikram Yoga hot where you can wear tiny tanks and micro shorts to offset the heat. I’m talking about weather that’s both sticky and humid. It’s giving me a monster of a headache.

Last night, my husband made dinner since I was at an event. While I appreciate the gesture, he took out the strainer on the sink and let the leftover food drain down the sink. Can you say pet peeve? I absolutely hate that. I think justifiably so since it ruins the drainage system. Since I had a long day at work and he offered to do the dishes last night, I expected the problem to simply be gone when I wake up.

But no.

Half the dishes were still unwashed and the bits of rice and whatnot has transformed into a coagulated mush of gunk on the sink. Of course, I had to be the one to reach down and scrape it out. Ugh.

Then, I promptly broke a bowl while I was washing the rest of the dishes.


Day 136

I am on a campaign – a mission, if you will – for us to get a dog.

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I even named our future dog; meet Olaf. Here is a rundown of tactics I’ve used to convince my husband that we absolutely need to get a puppy:

1. Wheedling

2. Pouting

3. Logical conversations

4. Extolling the virtues of a puppy

5. Pretend carrying a puppy and pretend scratching its ears

6. Dropping hints that I want a dog

7. Flat out saying that I want a dog

8. Threatening to get a cat

9. Talking about my previous dogs

10.  Giving a name to the future dog

My husband has thus responded with, “I think what you really want is a baby.”

It’s either he knows me extremely well or he’s an evil genius.


Day 107

Random person: Hey, are you pregnant already?

Me: No, not yet.

This simple exchange is so ordinary that it should not merit a blog entry. Except that it has happened about 15 times this month alone. Random people — from clients to friends, have been asking if I am already with child. Some have even had the audacity to reach out and rub my belly.

At first, I thought it came with the package of being a newlywed. I was all smiles when I would reply in the negative followed promptly with an excited “soon”. Eventually, I realized that it’s because I”M FAT. I gained a monstrous amount of weight since getting married and it’s showing in the tightness of my clothes and the words that fly out of the mouths of people.

me, before marriage
me, after the marriage

12 lbs. may not seem a lot, but when you’re just barely above 5’1″, it really shows. And oh man, does it put on a show. My thighs have been belting out a full on performance.

I mean, come on. People have been asking, nay, accusing me of being pregnant.

So what to do? I shuffle over to my husband and whine about how fat I feel, in the hopes that he will be upset at the absurd suggestion that I gained weight. He then leans over and whispers reassuringly, “You’re not fat. You’re just a little chunkier.”

*head explodes*

I obviously married an honest man.


Day 68

Work has been brutal — if not depressing — the past couple of weeks so this blog slid down into my list of priorities. The thing that snapped me out of my long discourse with my career to get online is strangely enough, baking soda. Otherwise known as white fluffs of laundry heaven.

To contextualize, laundry has been the bane of my existence ever since we got married. The washing machine never really worked properly, there was never any room to hang the clothes out to dry, and everyday stains would just appear, well, everyday.

I finally saw the light when I encountered an article* on how baking soda can be used to make whites appear whiter. I got around to trying it the other day and in a whoa moment. It actually works. Crazily so. I added about five tablespoons of baking soda in the amount of water it takes to cover the 10-piece load and let it soak for about 30 minutes. The whites really did look brighter, whiter, newer! For tougher stains, I made a paste out of baking soda and water and rubbed it directly onto the fabric. It was a Didi Seven** moment – the second the paste was swiped over the fabric, the stains magically disappeared.

I can’t even begin to say how excited I am with this new discovery and laundry trick. I can, however, tell you how strange it feels to be so excited over laundry matters.

* I can’t seem to find the original article I read that led me to such a wondrous tip. This pretty much says the same thing though.

** When I was a kid, Didi Seven was my favorite commercial on the Home Shopping Network.


Day 33

So my rather large zit has become even bigger, if that’s possible. This is not a case of self-indulgent melodrama (or maybe it is). I just came from the dermatologist and she said it is severely infected with a very good chance of permanent scarring. I am now on loaded up on antibiotics.

It never ceases to amaze me how bad skin can ruin my day and mess up my disposition. In the grand scheme of things, it should not matter. But for someone who has had bad skin since adolescence saw the light of day, this is a big deal. I’m 28 years old. Shouldn’t I be past this?

Since bad skin, ill circumstances,  and general feelings of insecurity cannot be avoided, it is best marry someone who will call you beautiful when you know for a fact that nothing can be farther from the truth.

(It also helps to marry someone who will tell you that infected pimples do not merit a trip to the emergency room.)



Day 16

Ok, this is a cheat entry. It’s technically Day 17 but I was too tired yesterday to go online. I had a show last night and then household stuff when I got home.

All I can say is that it’s really tough to maintain the house and hold a job. To think, my job does not even require me to be at the office for an x number of hours! I can hardly imagine how others do it, especially those with kids.

Given all these, I have reached two conclusions: (1) going to the laundry shop is the way to go and (2) i’m putting off getting a dog (since we really were waiting to have a child, we were thinking of exercising parental instincts on a puppy. With my husband and I so busy, it would be cruel to get one.)

“If you had the time, would you have loved me?”

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Day 14

Confession time: I never really did a lot of housework. I did not have chores when I was a kid. I think my parents were so charmed that I had my nose buried in books most of the time (I read Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina when I was 12. I did not understand it.), that they did not want to distract me. Or maybe it was the fact that I was an only child. Whatever the reason, I never really had to help out around the house unless I wanted to.

Now that I’m out of the house and away from our helpers, I’ve been trying to get the hang of things, chores-related. Surprisingly, I genuinely enjoy it. It is amazingly tiring though. The things that need to be done never seem to end. For example, the minute the mountain of laundry disappears in hypnotic whirl of the machine, another one needs to be tackled. Unless you’re planning on laundering naked, the washing cycle never ends.

Among all the chores, my favorite is washing the dishes for some reason. I live in a country where dishwashers are for the obscenely rich. I don’t even know anyone who owns one around here. We do things here de kamay (by hand). Some tricks for washing the dishes, by the uninitiated.

1. Take the time to scrape away the bits of food left behind on the plates and utensils. It’s really gross to have to pick up the soggy, soapy food remnants that gather on the sink.

2. Rinse everything before soaping up. This enables you to use less soap and makes cleaning faster. Also, there is less grease to deal with. I find that sometimes, the grease can overwhelm the sponge and the grease just ends up just being spread around the plates. The sponge gets mucky and you have to take the time to wash it before using it to clean the dishes.

3. There is a sequence to dishwashing, I think. What I do is that I soap up in the order of least dirty (drinking glasses) to dirtiest (pots and pans). That way, the dirt does not get spread around. After I soap everything up, I rinse and I rinse from biggest items to smallest. The reason for this is that I can stack the dishes properly as I finish.

Borrowed tip:

My mom adds a little bit of fresh calamansi to the the dishwashing soap. It helps get out the oily or fishy smell that can sometimes stick to the dishes even after washing.