Rayala Dialogues: The Girl's Hair

As a wife to a husband who's not always at home, one of my biggest obligations is to update the father of my child on what our daughter's up to lately. It's not a tough job at all. I'm a blogger and a social media fan so I just do the update through FB, IG or here. So earlier, I did a "general sweeping" all over the house; as in every nook and cranny. If you're following me on Instagram (which I encourage you to do if you haven't yet #shamelessplugging), you already know what LB just did. This ---

Grrr-worthy, right? I inspected her hair when I found the bunch under the couch. Good thing the crime was not obvious at all. It did get mixed reactions from my friends on FB, but what stood out was from my solja boy via text. 

Anong bang head?! Stand in the corner!!!

Hahaha! So weird that when I found the poor strands of hair, his common sense got lost somewhere. Can't wait to be with him again, I'm pretty sure there'll be more #kamotulo moments like this. ♥ 

How 'bout your husband, mare? May ganito din ba kayong eksena? ;)

Slow Down, Breathe and Savor Each Moment

When I was not at my bestest self, which happened here and here, these were what I have at home.

Three Girlfriends and a New Kind of Hope

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I am a walking contradiction. I am brave but a wimp. I am strong but a crybaby. I am funny but always searching for happiness. Tunog Bipolar na ba? Hehe. I know myself well, that I actually have the power to manipulate my own feelings whenever I want to. I think all of us could do that as well --- the manipulation of our own emotions. Do you agree? You see, I was not at my best self lately. I cried over the littlest of things. I started to have that moment, I think a week ago and I "over-shared" it with my husband. Rhambo, not used to having a Judy Ann Santos of a wife (read: teleserye queen) ignored it. Ugh. It was the lowest of low, muthers. As in. It's hard when that one person actually caused you to be more emotional when all this time you thought he would be the saviour of your emotions. I extended my drama scenes over at Instagram. Mega-post ng quotable quotes na swak sa nararamdaman ko at that moment. Ang sarap eh, masokista lang ang peg. Hahaha! But when I realized it didn't help me lessen the burden, I spilled all the beans to my best girlfriends: E, my 1st AML from the North; C, the fitness trainor from hell; and S, the spelunker video editor from SG. Yes, we had brunch a la SATC, only virtually. Oh, you just didn't how I felt so much better after that! But the husband was still dedmadela to the max that I can't afford to smile yet.

Hoop for a Hoopless Hand Towel

I love Martha Stewart's kitchen towels! I bought mine in SM Department Store. It has so many designs that could add a touch of cuteness to your kitchen. I have pink polka, cupcakes, stripes and plaid. I am actually planning to add more. Yes, you can never have too many hand towels, you know. But I noticed one thing, only a few have hoops sewn on it. Among my 5 towels, the polka has it. And since I don't have an oven yet where I could hang it and neither I have installed a hand towel bar in my humble kitchen, it has nowhere to go. It became a messy love affair between me and my towels. So I thought of a great idea! I sewed a DIY hoop for my hoopless hand towel! 

Anonymous Comment

I started this blog without the intention of making myself famous. I didn't even think that I would be a mom blogger. I just wanted to write. Well, I'm a mom so might as well be one. I opened a few pages of my book of life in the aim of making my readers relate to what I'm actually experiencing. I love reading comments from people I haven't met, I feel like they're also sharing their lives with me. It kinda makes the world small and I find it so cool. However, this morning when I checked my dashboard, I saw an anonymous comment. After reading it, I shed tears. I was deeply saddened. The attack was too personal that I deleted it right away. I knew it'd linger on my mind for so long if I didn't. It said something about how I was raised, that no wonder I was just at home, that my husband only married me because he didn't have a choice and that... I was already shaky by the time I reached that part - it was about my one and only child. It crushed my heart. I went to my then sleeping daughter and kissed her and hugged her. Sigh. 

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.