Rayala Dialogues: Sophia Daldalita

Sapagkat ako'y mapaghandang ina, nilinis ko kagabi ang aming mga mapuputik na tsinelas para sa maghapong pagtambay namin dito sa dagat. Habang pinagkaka-busyhan ko itong gawin sa CR ng kwarto ni Rhambo sa kampo, eto ang naging eksena:

Bebeng: Ang putek! Hirap kasi walang sabon.
LB: (sa kama, nakikipaglandian sa pudra niya) Nanay, what's sabon?
B: Soap po.
LB: You calling me, Nanay?
B: 'Nak, soap. Not Sophia!
Rhambo: Ahahaha!

Ang kuliiiiiit.

Sophia's Kite

I never remembered flying a kite when I was a child. MIL told me R did when they were in Bicol. I asked him about it but he said it was not the real tugatog ng paglipad moment. It was more of "run, little R, run" than the kite flying with colors. So when we scheduled this provincial tour, I made a mental note that my sweet girl should fly a kite. I want her to experience those little things that can really make a great impact to her childhood. As much as I want to shield her from the harmful UV rays of haring araw, it would cause such trouble to explain to her the importance of sunblock. Buti na lang kikay siya - she personally asked for her pink shades and has automatically looked for where there is a shaded area. Thank heavens the weather cooperated. It was definitely a perfect day for flying a kite!

My husband is not the jack-of-all-trades kind of guy, neither a handy daddy. Never siyang nagpasikat sa akin na lalaki siya. Hindi siya nagsisibak ng kahoy, nag-iigib ng tubig, hindi niya sinungkit ang buwan at bituin para sa akin at lalong hindi siya nangongolekta ng kotse, motorsiklo or rubber shoes para mapatunayang lalaki siya. Kaya hindi na ako nagtaka na hindi siya marunong gumawa ng saranggola.

But because he's currently the father of around 200+ military men, he asked his troops to make his princess a kite. And the troops did. They even made one for themselves. Nakakatuwa! 

Rayala Dialogues: Mr. & Mrs.

Rhambo & I are basically like any other couple who has heated arguments about anything, which can sometimes lead to a BIG fight. But because we're sarcastic comedians, we can make fun of each other without really trying to make it sound too personal. Again, just like any happy married couple, we're best of friends. We're chikamates. He is my FAVORITE chismis partner. I love how our chismisan always goes, especially when he starts to pretend he's washing the clothes in the batis. Despite being the chismis pair that we are, we also have malalim na usapan; usually happens at night, right before going to bed. Well, only we're together. Kasi when I'm at home & he's here at his camp, he doesn't even text me "good night", borlog na talaga siya kaagad. So whenever we're together, ang daming naka-bangko na pagchichikahan. Maximizing time. Pamorningan talaga. As in umaabot ng 20 years from now ang topic. Pero usually, typically, ganito lang kami mag-usap.

(Habang nanonood ng TV. A Beautiful Affair ni JL & Bea.)

Rhambo: 100 years lang pala ang Coke.
Bebeng: Oo, bakit? Okay na yun.
R: (nag-iisip)
B: 1912 din kaya yun.
R: (nag-iisip)
B: Bat ganun, laging 1912 ang time setting. Yung Titanic, 1912 yun eh. 4 out of 6 ng nabasa kong libro, 1912 din kunwari nangyari.
R: Industrial revolution! (Sa tonong napaka-talino ng dating. Mala Kuya Kim.)
B: Ano ba yung industrial revolution?
R: Yung ano, parang ano. 'Di ba dati yung panahon ng lumang bato, tapos may bagong bato. Parang ganun.
B: Ah. Parang yung pusong bato? 

Of course, it didn't end there. We laughed about it for a minute or two. Benta daw. He even encouraged me to post it in my FB. Status-worthy daw. Hehe. But I thought, ay ang bongga kung iba-blog ko ito. Para well-documented talaga ang kashongahan ko. At para tuwing mamimiss ko siya kasi nasa malayo siya at "nagtatrabaho sa bundok" or sadyang nagsusuplado dahil nag-away kami, babalik-balikan ko ito. Hangswit ano? ♥

For those who don't know what Pusong Bato is. Google it. Clue: it's a song. :)

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On Cosmetics, Prices & Jar of Hope Review

At last, finally got to talk to my kawal who's so barado ang ilong. Ang saya nito when we kiss, paunahan tumulo ang sipon. Mate-test na naman marriage namin! Fireproof moment. Well, you might be thinking that I find it gross eh asawa ko naman siya. Eh ano pa nga ba? Oo naman, gross yun. Hahaha! But no, I love my husband --- booger, fart & all. Whoever says athletes have the stinkiest feet is so judgmental. Duh, naamoy na ba niya army men's feet?! With my husband's allowance, kasama sa budget ang foot powder. Uhm, I think when he gets to read this, reresbak yun. Unahan ko na. My feet get stinky din naman when the shoes has bacteria na. Like, for example, I have used it for walking in the flood; even after washing, and especially if it's made of cloth (like my SM Parisian flats --- kainis), ang jontot pa din. Diyahe nga. So I threw it away na. Nagbagong-buhay na paa ko. Now I can eat using my feet (not true). I think aside from alcohol (isopropyl not Tanduay), Nivea Men Deospray and shaver, Rhambo's staple hygiene product is his foot powder. Yun lang. As much as I would like to influence him on using what Jericho Rosales or Derek Ramsay are endorsing, eh bukod sa tamad siya, lagi niyang sinasabi na "baka sa akin lang masira pangalan ng mga yan!" I got his point. My soldier is a fuss-free kind of guy. Super my opposite.

I am a Mother Packer

OA na kung OA, pero Sophia's clothes for our provincial tour (artista lang?) are already packed. I'm so not prepared. Well, I always pack hers first whenever we travel. She has more needs. I think I can do with a few clothes as long as I will bring the basics. Sophia was a toddling 15 months old when she first rode the plane at ang exaj ng size ng luggage namin. I brought a lot of clothes, akala mo sa Europe ang destination, eh Surigao del Sur lang naman. Ending, we went back home with half of the clothes unused. Now I'm wiser. Since it's really not a fancy vacation, I think I can wash the dirty & used clothes if need be.

The huge pink luggage we used 3 years ago atop our cabinet.

We won't be riding the bus since my kumpare (kumare's husband) will pick up Bebeng the operada & Little Bebeng at home. It gave me an instant thought na 'wag magpigil sa dadalhing gamit bilang may karu naman nga. But of course, baka maloka naman my Rhambo when he sees us with all our things. Baka mag-suggest na 6x6 army truck na ang ipanghatid sa amin pabalik dito. Kaloka naman sa EDSA yun. I remembered nung jowa-jowaan ko pa lang siya nung 2007, we went to Baguio for the Alumni Homecoming of PMA. We only stayed there for 3 days and 2 nights but my packed clothes and other thingmajigs were elope-worthy. Umaasa talaga ako nun na itatanan na niya ako. Hihi. 

Pastillas De Leche for Lazy Mudrabelles

I am so looking forward to live the barriotic way for a few days and my kumare already seduced me with all things probinsiya. Ooh, lesser pollution! Of course, the air must smell like carabao's poop, or goat's or dog's. Basta at least hindi amoy tambucho. And yes, I even told my kumare, who by the way was my Bourne Legacy date before, that she should prepare like a welcome basket for turista with all the food that they have in their purok. Bet ko itong ganitong event, I feel so Manila girl. Duh. Rizal kaya ako nakatira. Feelingera. Haha! Anyways, I was craving for suman with latik and she said they always have it there. I also drooled for pastillas de leche and so asked Ate Maritess (the new help) to look for it, yung mamiso. But she didn't find one. I scoured the net for the easiest way to do it, and some food entusiasts are making it so complicated for me. Until MIL (buti na lang she's being helpful lately) suggested that I try the rhas pakielamera spirit, it's ecipe of one of the people in her office that was given to her. Ay naku, it was so dali! I didn't follow the exact measurements though and again, trusted my instincts. If you want to try, tanchahan system works! Here's what you would need: