I don’t know what to say.

I’m at a restaurant called Onami but instead of enjoying a seafood oriental buffet and celebrating my parent’s wedding anniversary, I’m in the bathroom crying.

I had just gotten home from dropping off Joy (she’s like a daughter to me) and it turned out my Aunt wasn’t home, which means I left her there all by herself.

She found a way to call her Kuya Arthur and he was able to pick her up.

I waited until we were all out the car to tell my husband that I felt bad for leaving her. I said this in front of my son to him and the response my husband gave me wasn’t what I expected.

He said, ” Good! You should feel bad.”

My son goes, “wow, dad!?”

I just looked at him and walked away.

Too choked up to say anything else, I just kept to myself.

This is the second time treating me like I’m inferior to him in front of my son. I don’t think he realizes that our son sees how he’s treating me and it’s just sad. It makes me sad and right now, I just don’t feel like giving him the respect he worked so hard to earn from me. He worked hard for me to be able to open up to him and instead his pride builds up when he’s in front of other people, including his own son.

I felt bad for leaving my “daughter” already, and I know I made a mistake and I claimed that fault. So instead of at least saying, “It was a mistake, and people make mistakes.” He practically made a fool of me in front of my son.

My tears are building up again and I’m holding it all in.

He tried to make conversations with me while at the restaurant and instead I would just give him a look or just walk away as if I didn’t hear him. I couldn’t smile and I really was not interested in anything he had to say.

Perhaps I should tell him again how I’m feeling, but I now he’s subscribed to this blog and I know he will read this.

Saying “sorry” won’t fix this. He needs to talk to his son about how to treat a girl, a woman, or even his future wife and that the way he talked to me was disrespectful.

Now if he doesn’t do that, then truly I would rather just cry alone rather than run into his arms for comfort, because the pride of a man is not worth him wiping my tears away.

Hebrews 13:7

Remember those who led you, who spoke the word of God to you; and considering the result of their conduct, imitate their faith.

The LAST one

Thanks for making me cry Jen!

READ: The Last One

I see my eldest get taller and taller and he’ll be 18 in just 5 years less…

And then I have my Meishelle and my Elijah who I adore and see them laugh and smile…

Finally, I have my little Myella who I can’t just stop hugging and loving and laughing with. I want to take her everywhere with me and take as many photos as I can.

I can’t catch up to this ever ending space called TIME! Because once it’s gone, you can’t get it back… Nor can it be returned… It’s just gone and all there is left is more time, so don’t let it slip away…

Time to make more memories now…



Asymmetric vs. Symmetry



I wanted to see what I would look like if my face was actually even (symmetrical) on both sides. It’s not too far from the original… Heheheh!

They say when your face is even, you actually look a lot more different when it’s not.

Either way, thank you God for creating me… 🙂

He loves me

My Tatay got all the girls in the family a heart necklace for Valentines. They’re all the same, except Mom has the biggest and the smallest was Myella. Isn’t it cute? I love it… And I love you Tatay! I seriously need a jewelry box. I surprisingly do not have one.


Love is…

…NOT blind.


Someone once said to me that I was just infatuated… And I sure was… It turned out I was infatuated with him but instead was truly In LOVE with the other… and am STILL in love with him…




Uh oh OREO!


So I open up the Oreo bag and this is what I find. All the Oreos are missing one side… Only the side with the cream is left!

Whhaaaat? Who did this? Mei Mei says it sometimes comes like that.

I laughed and said, “No it doesn’t?!”

Hubby says, “Who else do u think did it?”

Elijah laughs and then Myella comes up to me and says in her tiny voice, “O, I did it! I like it like that…”

Seriously? Ok… I guess that’s how she eats her Oreos.

How do u eat yours?