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on to 2017

I have been very much busy over the holidays and decided to go off to Baguio (again) to getaway from the city stress in time for my birthday.

Radars on Mt. Cabuyao

Radars on Mt. Cabuyao

Finished all of my office duties and went to the top of Mt. Cabuyao with Kei and by best friend Jo to experience the mountain and went to the famed Cafe in the sky. The next few days were spent strolling Baguio city till my birthday.

The dreaded 31. The last number on the calendar. I feel so old!!!

Significant changes is that my metabolism has slowed down and I am pudgier (I am having trouble on clothes sizes now) and a bit more mellow. My skin is still rebellious though. I still get breakouts. I still do not want to diet. 

That is the start of my year. Be kind 2017.

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the three-zero, Kei’s #epicthiry

Kei and I attended Christian and Beya’s wedding last Oct 26, 2014. Despite all the rush, long distance and time constraints we thought they had a nice wedding.

us being wedding guests

us being wedding guests

That got me thinking/sort of worrying for when it is our turn. What would our wedding be like?

And the day after we attended the wedding, Kei celebrated a milestone in his life. He turned 30.

photos from Kei's #epicthirty afternoon tea

photos from Kei’s #epicthirty afternoon tea

I was very much excited! Much more than Kei himself who doesn’t usually celebrate his birthdays. (His family is not big on birthdays.) So, I made some teasers for his #epicthirty based on BBC’s Sherlock Holmes series that he likes. In hopes that he will be anticipating his birthday, not dreading the day he turns three-zero!

the #epicthirty sherlock themed teasers

the #epicthirty sherlock themed teasers

And because I wanted the day to be special, I crafted a “Man Bouquet” (male counterpart of a flower bouquet) for him! It turned out pretty awesome! The mix included Chivas Regal, Jack Daniels, Johnnie Walker and ferrero rocher chocolates.

Kei's Man Bouquet - the mix includes chocolates and liquor. I must say I’m awesome at creating this!

Kei’s Man Bouquet – the mix includes chocolates and liquor. I must say I’m awesome at creating this!

I also planned a whole day of activities for him. (I always do.) This time around I came up with a English/Sherlock / Jack Daniel’s label as design inspiration. He had a manly barberdashery experience, a European lunch, afternoon tea and Steak and oysters for dinner. To make it personalized, I custom made a placemat for him with the activities listed on it.

Kei's #epicthirty placemat

Kei’s #epicthirty placemat

He had a grand time. He is now thirty and happy. Mission accomplished for me. I am happy too.

October is done. With that I leave you with a Happy Halloween y’all!

care to join me?

care to join me?

till the next post!


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crafting with a heart

I have been busy for the past week.

Been busy crafting for a church friend’s  surprise bridal shower. Since I don’t really cook that much I offered to help with decorations. This is my first attempt at event styling.

me and my crafts

me and the D.I.Y. decor I made

Origami paper flowers made from cartolina, a banner I designed in adobe photoshop and printed on paper, a ribbon sash. And the best of all a “scrapboard” of their best photos.

My friend/s loved it! I’m pleased that they liked the results! All those time folding/cutting paper was worth it! 

Looking forward to the said friend’s wedding this coming Sunday! 

But I’m still going to have to craft for Kei’s Day. So, Im going to do more crafts for his birthday. This birthday is a milestone. Kei is going to be 30 this coming Monday!  

I picked up some supplies and will be crafting on my free time.

Cheers to the weekend!

Cheers to the weekend! (small liquor bottles) 

more craft stuff

more craft stuff

Will update on how it all turned out!


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some more pearls for grandma

My grandma (mother’s side) recently turned 85 last July 24.

For that joyful occasion, I got her a pearl necklace.

grandma's pearls

The two strand pearl necklace I got for my Grandma.

I don’t know why, usually grandmas love pearls. I dislike them for that reason. No pearls for me. 

But my Grandma likes them so much, she collects them. She has them in a pale pink, white, cream, gold and grey. No black. (black is not a good color according to Chinese superstitions)  I don’t know the exact count of her pearl collection.  

All I know is she adores them. She wears them daily. She even matches them with her outfit!

She always has a single strand of round pearls, with pearls studs on her ears. They are her fashion staple.

 

So, when I was looking for a gift for her birthday, I need to get her something I never got her before.

(On her past birthdays I got her a ink portrait, a pink fluffy bathrobe, swarovski necklace… etc)

I never got her pearls. Till this birthday.

She loved it! Even my aunts liked the unique shape of this necklace. 

Awesome-NOT.

 

Apparently, the necklace doesn’t fit.

That left us all baffled. Before I gave it to her I tried wearing it at home, along with my Mum, my Sister, even our Nanny tried it on, it fits us all. ( twisted to two strand)

But when Grandma tried to wear it, she cannot twist and loop the necklace into two strand.

Its just a long weird strand of pearls on her.  I need to get the necklace re stringed with additional pearls. 

 

That got us thinking, do people’s heads grow wider as they age? We think it does.


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my awesome Mum

Its my Mums birthday today! *I am looking forward to another awesome dinner. We are the type of family that celebrate birthdays.*

And when it is her birthday the first thing that comes to my mind is  Rocky road ice cream.

photo from christines-cuisine.blogspot.com

photo from christines-cuisine.blogspot.com

She loves that stuff, she can finish of half a tub of ice cream in one sitting. I think that alone is a feat in itself. I can only eat 3 scoops of ice cream and I get tired of it. 

My Mum is my most loyal ally and at times my worst enemy. I got her sharp tongue, freckles, panic attacks and a rather short height.  I am always in awe of my Mum. For me, I can never be a quarter of who she is, or what she does. I can also never be as beautiful as my Mum. She is the most selfless, giving, kind, loving, and positive person I know. She can find the positive in every situation, its something I am trying so hard to learn. She says all the right words in every situation. Her beauty radiates in her wisdom, determination, calm, and perseverance. She might not be physically beautiful but hers is the rare kind of beauty. It’s internal. It radiates from the inside out. It draws people to her. It’s the kind of beauty that I also want to have never fades.

 

She stood by me when the times are tough. She has stood by me through every sickness, bad grades, skinned knees, bad relationship/s I have been through. She looked like she had been dragged through hell and back when I got pneumonia and ulcer at the same time she has been by my bed side without any sleep for 3 weeks. She was the one who cried when I got my impacted tooth surgically removed. (this happened twice, I had 3 impacted teeth removed) She is also the one who was with me through the worst depression inducing surgery of my nasal polyps. And still the one who accompanies me to the dentist, E.E.N.T., family doctor and dermatologist till now.

My Mum also got into a huge argument with my Math teacher for my poor grade. The teacher made us copy the test questions from the blackboard, I copied it and solved it like everybody else but the question I copied was actually wrong. (due to my poor eyesight, that time we did not know I had myopia) So all my answers are wrong because all the questions I copied was wrong.  She petitioned for me to get a re-take this time with glasses on. I actually freaking passed. * the school the printed out test questionnaires after my unfortunate experience.

When ex-BF#1 and I decided to call it quits. She is the one I turn to for advice. She has been the shoulder I cry on. I could hear the pain in her voice when I told her ex-BF#1 cheated on me. The friend I vent to. When ex-BF#1 almost got us killed in a road rage incident, my Mum is the one I tell every sordid detail to. But even with all that she never put him down. No negative word. Mum was hurt, angry, upset, not at him and his family but at the way he/they treated me.

She is not a christian, she is a Catholic. But she prays with me. She always lets me know I am not alone. She is the reason I am resilient as I could be. She helped me face the world. She always picked me up, while never, ever putting anybody else down.

 

My mum is one tough mommy, she is selfless. Just last year she had hysterectomy and appendectomy at the same time. Through the whole healing process she is always worried about our day to day activities. And we always come home to her smiling and saying how did your day go? just like nothing happened.

 

My Mum is very compassionate. Having a full time job, being a nurturing mum to child with Cerebral Palsy (that’s my 26 year old little brother, imagine having to carry/look after him), a loving wife and business partner to my moody dad (blame that on andropause) , a supportive mum to my reckless college junior little sister, a kind mum to a rebellious me, plus a very patient grand mum/caretaker to five pet rabbits. She is always busy with doing stuff for us. (meals, packed food provisions, medicines, materials we need, occasional treats,  etc.) Most of the times we never really paid attention to what she does and yet, I know everyday would be chaos without my mum taking care of us.

 

I can also never guess what my Mum would like. I always fail when I go buying clothes for her. She is picky with fabrics. But if there is one thing  I always know is when my mum is going to scream. She screams for a lot of reasons: driving fast, the manicurist tugging her cuticle with a nipper, whistling kettle, a speeding motorcycle passing our side… etc. I can never have a boring day with my mum. We can stay at home wearing ratty pajamas and talk for hours, play chess, watch the television, eat ice cream, grab take-outs, sleep and sleep some more.

A family photo.  L-R Me, Little Sister, Dad, Mum

A family photo. (L-R) Me, Little Sister, Dad, Mum *little brother not in the photo.

Mums, Happy Birthday! We love you very much! 

-Your firstborn

 

A mother is a person who, seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she never did care for pie. — Tenneva Jordan

 


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a little sister

20 years ago I wished for a little sister.

I was eight years old then. I promised God I would be an awesome big sis if I get one.

I did get one. On Dec 15, 1993 Mum delivered a little girl! After 3 days, my Dad and I plus our nanny picked up my little sister from the hospital nursery. Went home with a little red faced girl swaddled under a fluffy yellow blanket. I was happy to see her, and take her home with us. She looked so tiny and fragile. I was actually afraid to hold her.

As soon as we arrived home, we placed her beside Mum. I asked for permission to touch her.

I held her feet, it was tiny and red too!

Now my little sis is turning 20 this Sunday. (Dec. 15)

Me and my sister, taken 2012 at one of our cousin's wedding

My little sister (in blue) and me, taken 2012

Time flew by so fast. I feel old! hahahaha! A while ago I was planning for her debut and now, I am planning for her 20th. 

And because I just watched Disney’s Frozen yesterday, I cant help but see the similarity of Anna and Elsa’s pose to our pose.

Frozen Elsa & Anna

Frozen Elsa & Anna

and that is just a random thought… and maybe that is why i wrote this post?

I am really lucky I have a sister.

We often do not see things the same way, we argue and fight but at the end of the day, we are friends, we are family and most of all we love each other.


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christmas came early

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And just like that it is already Christmas. I am already feeling all the “Christmas associated feelings” like running out to complete my Christmas shopping list, getting cups of hot coffee, searching for my sister’s birthday present, running off to get my friends some nice stuff,  calling up a bakeshop to get the neighbors some warm brownies, buying inappropriate amounts of wrapping paper and ribbons because I like the color, it is shiny and find the pattern pretty, assembling my makeshift gift wrapping station at home, looking at window displays for clothes that might be this year’s Christmas outfit/ new year’s outfit getting them and then buying again because the new one looked better, suppressing the need to light up all the twinkle lights strung at home because the electric bill will spike up, and the panic buying of generic gifts en masse. (or my so called Christmas biscuits/chocolate for those whose name I forgot to place on the list) Walking around the mall feeling like I am on a shopping spree and going home with only a hundred on my pocket. I really look forward and get all excited about this!

 

*And because it is a good thing to get everyone’s presents in their size/color…etc. I am sharing with you my Christmas wishlist survey which I send to all my friends come yuletide season so I can pick out the right stuff for my friends.

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“Christmas, children, is not a date. It is a state of mind. ” ― Mary Ellen Chase