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Most people dont know how much I indulge myself in books, and with the golfing (slash boring) trip coming up, I did my usual Fully Booked hoarding just so I’d be busy when he does his game and something to cushion my tantrums just in case I felt like having them. I got books which I’ve been longing to read. For starters, I got both book 6 and 7 of Harry Potter.



Well, admittedly, I didn’t understand the film, oh ok, parts of it so it was pleasure to go back to the source. Honestly, I find that the book is more gripping than the movie, am not saying the movie was a disaster, it wasn’t. It simply  gave me the impression that the film could not stand alone, (without you reading the books or at least seeing the previous ones) but no genius could contain the length and depth of such literature in a flick, even a 3 hour film for that matter. I’m so glad the last installment will come in 2 parts, hope that gives justice to the DETAILS of the story. Enough of adolescent wizards and my film critic tendencies, don’t listen to me, I’m no authority.

Aside from Harry, I got books that somewhat reflect what I want in life now,


I’m not at least YET on the family way, but I’d want to have a kid in the  future. And being the control freak that I am a little research here and there won’t hurt, which explains why I purchased the book.

I also got this, I’ve been wanting to get the hard bound and leather embellished version but my futile attempts were unsuccessful so I’d have to be content with the paperback version.


The book cover says it all “My life in the pursuit for the world’s most coveted handbag, lame I know, but we all have our priorities. Mine is just a teeny bit twisted. My DH who’s usually NR over my ramblings, out of the blue asked me

DH: “Which of the 2 would you want to have first, Birkin or Baby”

ME: Thinking in my head, “man, tough question”, “why do you ask such questions?”

In attempt not to answer his question  directly (well, I wouldn’t want to appear such a baby-sick housewife, and moreover, I didn’t want to look too materialistic), I said:

ME: Whatever book I can open the easiest, fastest is what I’ll get first. (The books were wrapped in protective plastic btw)

My hands grabbed the “baby book” but it refused to open 😦 the scotch tape was just so secured in the book! Then I got the BHTB book and without much effort the adhesive glided off the plastic covering in an instant. I didn’t know what to feel. Was it what I truly wanted? Was it’s nature telling me that I’d baby sit bags better than babies? I don’t like the drama. But a real Birkin in my closet would make me really happy, and so would a baby.. hehe.

Anyway, in an effort to cheer myself up, I grabbed one last book I got and promised myself to try every single resto listed in the book!07272009145

It’s a sure handy book for eaters and non-cooks out there! The 2009 version is updated and includes new restos that you wouldn’t normally try without a slight pushing. And oh, scanning through its pages are comforting, made me forget the birkin or baby dilemma. 🙂


It’s the time of the year again when people from Sta. Elena (yep, the golf club in Laguna) celebrate the Sta. Elena Cup, some might argue that it’s just another reason for people born and fed with silver spoons to take pride of what they call the country club life. True to what the club really is, this event is a food fest coupled with great goodies (lootbags are all Rustans merchandise!) and prizes (Omega watches, Carribean cruises, get the picture?), everything just spells relaxed luxury. I never imagined myself participating in that yearly event (let’s just say I find the crowd their a tad bit snotty) , I was forced to attend the event 2 years ago, thanks to my then job. I got introduced to a diverse group of individuals, DOMs, matronas, teenagers with raging hormones, desperate housewives, name it I’ve seen it.

I never expected to meet my fiance (my life, my everything:)) in Sta. Elena. I was introduced to him during the Sta. Elena Cup and upon the introduction he was quickly categorized under the “Bums possibly living on interest” category. I shared a table with him and our other golfing friends but I did not pay special attention to him for I had a life completely different life from his, besides it was my last week on the job, hence am so ready to bid adieu to the job, the people and the lifestyle.

God however had other plans for us, and trust me if it’s meant to be, it will be.

Fastforward 3 months, with a new job, new outlook and free from a previous relationship, I met Venz again, If it were not for my drunk friend Ray! From UCC to Embassy, he was dead drunk and still wanted to go to Fiamma, being the usual anti-social person that I am I tried, to dissuade him from going but his hardheadedness prevailed and I had no choice but to follow him to Fiamma (for fear of him being hit by another car or be caught for reckless driving). I saw Venz in the steps by the entrance and he was drunk and could only say “hiiiggghh ahhhhnnnnyyya…..!!!”, what’s with golfers and alcohol eh?? He tried to talk to me that night but another golfer who was walking with johnny got in the way.

He swears his life on a claim that he texted me that night (he got my number from my ex-boss), but I would also swear my life on the fact that I did not get any message! Admit it Venj you are torpe! I figured that desperate times call for desperate measures, and it’s the 21st century a girl has to work for what she wants (or during that time something that intrigued me)! Thank you friendster, you’ll forever go down history as the cupid that released the arrow!! After countless dinners, parental troubles, hours of teaching me golf, shopping days and pure hugs… he gave me the promise of the sweetest days to come. (Story of the proposal to follow!)



His promise of the sweetest days to come, sealed with a diamond engagement ring

Loving and coming to know Venj is one ride I wouldn’t trade for any. He has immersed me (slowly but never too pushy) in a world that I thought to be superficial. His family is an example of love without boundaries and of love that can forgive, a love that heals. I always find myself in awe for his passion for golf, the sport that served as the bridge that connected 2 worlds, his and mine.



From my early days in Sta. Elena until today, I do find see a totally different world. Today, I’m at home in Sta. Elena it’s the place where I go if I want to reminisce our early days, or just a place where I can see Venz at his best and in his most happiest.


Bratting around

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Wishlist as of 6/21/09

- A new ride
- Digital Photography Lessons
- A custom tailored evening gown
- An everyday bag (a Goyard maybe?)
- A real comfortable pair of black peep toes
- Sticker label for my business truck
- Drapes for our room
- A Hermes dogon wallet
- Vacation with DH
- Finally learn how to play golf
- Expand my nail spa's operation to Pasay
- A timeless clutch
- A gold / silver bangle/s
- Grow my hair long