Happy Birthday to Me

There. Instrument or tool? 'Di ba pareho lang yun? Hahaha! Apologies if I pronounced some words wrongly and if there were grammar lapses; perstaym, muthers eh. Kaloka, nag-emote pa. Bwahahaha! I'm really like that in person; ask my husband, family and close friends. Well, I just realized... Ang arte ko pala magsalita. Hihi. Anyway, when I opened my Google today, this is what I saw ---

What You Read is What You Get

That's me. But first, allow me to tell you more about why I said that.

I remember my sister N and I had a text-versation few days ago about the bag she bought from an online store on Instagram. She said that she originally ordered red but what was delivered to her was pink and that the one who received her order was not accommodating. I told her she should have written that in her caption to serve as a warning to other people who might order from them in the future. She said that she doesn't like doing that. I didn't argue with her. I thought it's really her personality ever since - keeping mum to avoid arguments - a personality I will never ever have. 

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I can be a tactless b*tch; my family and close friends know that. I just learned to mellow down a bit when I already had a child, who looks up to me. I want her to be the girl I was not. There are times, though that I just can't help it. I really speak up when I think I should. 

One Before 29

Exactly a month from now, it'll be my last year on being in my 20s. Yes, I'm only 29 or I'm 29 already! If you think I look older, I'm planning to take anti-aging moisturizer na, promise. If you think I look younger naman, uy salamat. Saka na yung jacket ah, nasa pagawaan pa. Hehe. 

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Well, I don't have a particular wish for my birthday. I'm not even asking the jowabelles to come home on that exact date 'cause LB's birthday falls on the same month. I want him to be with her on her special day. I do have few 'material' wishes though but when I calculated the amount I might be spending on the girl's 5th simple birthday party at school, I changed my mind. 

I'm Beautiful and I Know It

These thoughts have been in the deepest corner of my brain that eventually traveled to my heart so I'm letting it all off through this post. Uunahan na kita ha, if you are a hater in disguise and plans to roll eyes the entire time reading this eh tigil na. Click the x now. Exit. Shoo-shoo, bawal ang nega vibes sa aking palasyo.

Alright, game.

There are times when I'm #GGSS; for my non-nakikiuso readers, it's gandang-gandang sa sarili. It usually happens when I'm freshly showered and fascinatingly admiring my face in the mirror. Hehe. Aminin niyo, you have reached that point in your lives din minsan. Yung iba nga madalas eh: may isang album sa Facebook ng selfies. Haha! Iiwasan ko na silang i-judge, promise. Pero nawiwindang talaga ako sa mga kabataan ngayon. Kahit saan masandal eh aanggulo at magse-selfie with super duper pa-cute face. Oh well, dumaan din ako sa ganung stage --- even in my late 20s. Eto ang ilan.

Hey, banyo shot! May batang tulog pa sa background. Lol.

The Kitchen Mistress

mis·tress (/ˈmistris/)
- woman in a position of authority or control: "mistress of the situation"
- woman who is skilled in a particular subject or activity: "a mistress of the sound bite".

I found this photo last night when I was trying to tidy up my laptop's folders, which was actually epic fail. This was during my husband's 27th birthday celebration at his camp last year. I was not mom-blogging yet. I was smoking, if you have noticed the cigarette. That's Marlboro Gold, feeling Carrie Bradshaw in distress. I was cooking Pancit Bihon for the troops' boodle fight. I also cooked my very first Kalderetang Kambing, which was the star of party, aside from the birthday boy and the two Lechong Baboy. My hair was still rebonded then. A lot has changed since this photo was taken. But one thing has not, apart from the extra pounds my wonderful body has, I still love cooking --- especially if it's for my Army kind of guy. ♔

Make Time for Your Blog

This is an official entry to Dainty Mom's guest post challenge, on "How to Find the Time to Write or Blog."

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*clears throat* That's Bebengisms, the cyber palace, insinuating I should make time for her. Haha! I've been on intentional hiatus because I got a bit busy preparing the real-life leased palace for my king's 2 1/2-day homecoming. Oh well, I am now doing my best to make it up to her; hence, this post. 

The Day I Saw Sarah Jessica Parker

In the photos, that is.

If someone will ask me when was the last time I cried, I will answer in a heartbeat --- "every night". Every night, from Monday to Friday, around 8:30 to 9:15pm. I cry because of Ina Kapatid Anak, a soap opera in ABS-CBN Channel 2. I cry because I easily get carried away. Hehe. Yes, that's how I am!

Tonight was different. I cried earlier, around the time TV Patrol was aired. 

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Thoughtful Tuesday: Noted!

Les Multiples Visages de la Redevance

"The Many Faces of the Royalties"
Learning the French language is in my bucket list!

I'm 6 Weeks Pregnant!

Gotcha! Well, I hope I'll be, soon. ♥

Wikipedia Says:

Sometimes referred to as All Fools' Day, April 1 is not a national holiday, but is widely recognized and celebrated as a day when people play practical jokes and hoaxes on each other.

Bebengisms Turns One: THANK YOU!

I would like to take this opportunity to extend thanks to the reasons behind why I'm celebrating my blogoversary. #speechmuch?

To my king, Rhambo, my one and only. You bought me this pink mean machine, my pink camera which has been my new buddy and soon a white gadget meant for the Queenstagrams (I'll be flooding for sure!); all because you need to keep me busy so I won't be bugging you. Haha! No, really. You gave the things I need because you want me to do what I love. Thank you for being the wind beneath my wings. Yes my solja boy, it's a song. But it's swak to what I want to tell you. Kisses, hugs and everything in between! See you, see you, I hope to see you more often. 

I Shall Have You One Day

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But for now, it's just a tape dispenser from Scotch. Got this from a former colleague in the real estate company I used to be a part of.

Pink Tape Dispenser for Php200+ 

Ahem, ahem! I'm always accepting pink la-la-la-love! ♥

Bebengisms Turns One: A Revelation

This is also a Thoughtful Tuesday, by the way.

I think some of you have raised your eyebrow (left or right?) when you started to notice that I keep on calling myself a queen. Before you judge me for being such a self-absorbed, egotistical and attention whore of a blogger, let me tell you one thing first --- you are correct. 

Sardonically? No, that's the truth. I mean, what can your blog be without the attention you are craving for? An online hidden diary underneath a tree? We need readers, in order to even call ourselves, blogger. It gets me high when I receive compliments and so much flattery from random people. To be brutally honest, I'm loving it!

Bebengisms Turns One: My Own Domain

March 27, 2012: I gave birth to my second baby inside my chilly office using my laptop issued by the company. After a decision to be a SAHM, I continued my stay here. I never thought that I would be celebrating its first year with all of you. I am very blessed to have survived 11 months of living in this crazy self-gratifying blogosphere. I may have basher(s) here and there, someone even called me a high-tech chismosa (I wonder what she will call Fashion Pulis); but I didn't let it get through my senses. My pink cyber castle continued to accept chikamates, royal subjects and fellow queens inside a hot pink walk-up apartment, and I was renting from a landlady called Blogspot. 

The Metamorphosis

February Fourteen

This is LB's first Valentine's Day that she is actually aware of it. The whole world is commercially and traditionally celebrating it, so there's no excuse for me to hide it from her. I made sure we'll be celebrating it. Kesa sagutin ang isang truck niyang WHYs. They made a card pa nga during her class eh, paglabas niya she handed it to me. So wala talagang kawala.

Thoughtful Tuesday: How Private is MY Privacy?

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I overheard a kid from LB's school saying this "I want my privacy!" I was curious and shocked. Hanep ang bagets. She's about LB's age and knows the importance of privacy already? Hmm. I'm not so sure if this could pass as a positive thing for her as this is a very mature issue. I mean, issue for mature people --- for adults. What does a 4-year-old mean by privacy? I observed. She just wanted some alone time in the tree house. No playmates roughly running to and fro. She got the definition correct. And my brain was twisting from too much imagination on how she got the line. Perhaps, her parents were too tired from work and she wanted to talk to them, but her folks told her to go away because they want some privacy. Pwede noh? Sadly, the cute little girl imbibed the tone and expression. Somewhat annoyed. Or so I presumed. Whatever the reason behind it, I went straight to the deepest corner of my hypothalamus again.

So what should I be keeping in private?

Let Go and Let God

Any single human being alive in this messy-happy world we live in gets into trouble one time or another. The only difference it would make is how a person reacts to it. When I was younger, I just easily cry whenever problems arise. I used to sulk in to my emotions. I skip meals and sleep all day. And then when I learned to fight back, that's just what I did - fight, fight, fight - without even thinking about it. As I get older, I feel I get a bit wiser. Since I'm now surrounded with friends and family who have armed themselves with so much positivity, I have tried my best to never jump into my roller coaster of hormonal changes and quickly decide on something then regret it after. 

I have learned to hold on to my faith.

Provincial Tour Part 1: Nueva Ecija

Two weeks had already passed since LB & I lived the barriotic way, but I haven't shared with you on how we spent it. To make the little girl's sembreak worth it, we went to Nueva Ecija from October 23 to October 27 to celebrate my kumare's daughter's 1st birthday party. Please allow the photos to tell you our story. But wait, dahil madaldal ako by nature, I will make side comments. :D

Super arte. Kanino kaya 'to nagmana?
Thank you Tito Gq (Rhambo's mistah) for picking us up at home.

Review: Dishwashing Liquid by Droplets of Nature

If there's one thing I least like with all the domestic motherly brouhahas, that is dishwashing. I remember a time when my younger brother & I fought over dirty dishes. You can make me do the laundry (which I love), cook for a feast or clean the house while a toddler is playing, but it would take time to prod me to wash dirty dishes. I abhor the long time to stand while washing, so when I was a maarte kolehiyala (but a state U student naman), I got a chair & sat while doing it. Whenever Rhambo was home & we don't have a helper, he's the sink-in-charge. I know it's weird that I love doing the laundry but I despise being in the sink with a basin full of greasy plates & forks; but that's me. However, when I don't have Rhambo or a helper around, I have no excuse not to do it.

Photo courtesy of Zazzle

When Rhambo Met Bebeng

Whenever people would ask me or Rhambo on how our love story started, we would always tell them that we've known each other since highschool. Pwedeng pang Valentine special ng MMK. That's true. But we became a couple when I was already working at ABS-CBN, two years after I graduated from college & he's a fresh grad from the academy, a 2nd Lieutenant of the Philippine Army. We were never friends in highschool. We used to live in the same village & nakakasabay ko siya noon sa jeep pero hindi man lang niya ako nalibre ng pamasahe. Grabe! Now that we're married, he confessed that he can never pay for my fare kasi nga nag-1-2-3 siya. At umamin din ako, I was praying na ilibre niya ako kasi balak ko mag-1-2-3. Haha! I was kilig pa that time kasi nga "crush" ko siya nung 2nd year highschool kami, the time we were classmates, nung makasabay ko siya sa jeep. Ayun, nalaman ko kung san siya nakatira --- now the house where I currently reside (which we will soon leave).

Left: PMA Alumni Homecoming 2007; Rhambo asked his 1st Class cadet-friends to do that for him. Haba ng hair ko.
Right: I wrote that in the sand of Opol, Misamis Oriental beach when I visited him in Mindanao