hala! so i’ve heard this space here
has been suffering from brutal neglect. (insert shamefaced icon here).
i was assigned the hunky-dory duty
of taking my husband’s cousin from australia and her gorgeous blue-eyed
daughter around to shop. the shopping (window-shopping on my part) went on for
days and i ought to say, what could be a better part-time job than that? i
sucked in a lot of good energy from retail-watching and i certainly hope those
steve madden cuties i fell in love with would patiently wait for me. after all,
i won the eye-staring contest (yes, rightfully against a pair of ballerina
flats) so i firmly believe that i deserve a prize. it would be lovely to take home
the loser, wouldn’t it?
i turned 37 last march 3 and like
all the years that passed, this one,too, didn’t hurt. i got stuck at 25 and i
guess that’s how it’s going to be no matter how hoary i’d look with all the
lines and creases on my face 50 years from now.
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| dairy queen's oreo cheesecake ice cream cake. not the smartest pre-island diet but even a martian would say 'yes' to this |
a (not so) surprise trip was
planned for my birthday and it was our little girl’s many firsts at 1.6 years
old, so i was a bit worried about how she’d take her first airplane ride, how
to sterilize her feeding bottles while we were out vacationing and which
sunblock was the best for her. all those worries and yet all i could manage to
do was to buy her three different kinds of swimwear and throw everything i
could grab into her baby bag. so much for a planning-champ mother.
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| taking a break from the red stilettos. silly things...but you buy and wear them anyway |
then there was the island called
boracay. it’s been many years since the last time i stepped on the island and
this recent trip we had was a (literal) burst of good sunshine for the entire
family. it was so good that another trip is being brewed by this guy sitting
beside me who can’t stop thinking about staying in boracay longer and burying his
feet under the sand while he’s working. if he succeeds with this ultimate plan
then that means i’ll also be working in my swimwear… and carrying around my
little one who firmly insisted when we were there that the sand was “dirty”.
that’s the punishment i get for unconsciously rubbing off baby version of oc-ness
on her.
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| there's life...then there's THE life |
one of the best things about the trip was seeing a long-time friend whom i have not seen in years. our daughters
and husbands met for the first time and what a lovely time that was.
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| my gigi and my ally |
when i filed for a leave of absence
(to the tune of “it’s a holiday ‘coz it’s my birthday”), my editor replied
animatedly with “have fun! you deserve a vacation!”
i can’t remember any other boss who
ever told me that i deserved a vacation.
so march? we’re about to kiss my
birth month goodbye and i’ll do so with gratitude for being undoubtedly a
winsome one.
ps. young and talented graphic
artist bj erasga is designing a new banner for running in red stilettos which
we will see soon. so i’m up on my red stiletoes tiptoeing in sheer
excitement!
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| okay...maybe not this young. he's grown a bit now |
