reflections at 43


I recently turned 43 and had a lot of realisation even before turning a year older. I dunno with you but I really don’t mind getting old each year, I worry less of age because it’s just a number and what really matter is the impact you have made to yourself, to family and friends, to your community, to your country and what made you as a person. Okay, I won’t dare talk of being a partisan, hehehe, let’s leave those articles to Mocha Uson and her counterparts. 🙂


In the past, especially of last year I celebrated my 42nd birthday with a blast, I had a number of celebrations bec I thought I needed that outlet, I needed to be surrounded by many –for what? A smug satisfaction perhaps? I really do not know what I am trying to prove the reason of my extravagant celebrations. Way of saying thank you? It was my lame excuse because I felt I owe them something. When in fact the real thing, I’m always the giver, the pleaser. And many times in the past I felt I’m taken for granted because who cares? Who truly cares? I can name a real few. Sigh!

Sometimes when you’re at age like me you came to a point, mostly on slow days, you tend to recollect things in the past and everytime it happened I’m saddened, there’s obvious fakeness in everything that surrounds me. But then, I can’t change people and events, I can’t preach sincerity, it’s not easy to deal with falseness and beyond. So, I guess for me it’s either you win it or lose it, I have to be true to myself and discard the rotten tomatoes in my basket. So there, let my drama series take a close from here, for now.


Happy happy birthday ‘ney! 


My birthday fell on a Saturday and my girls at the office gave me an advance party on the 13th. It’s ze husband’s birthday by the way but we really didn’t celebrate, I remember us having la paz batchoy at one of our favorite stop after he blew his birthday candle at home, thank you Darwin & Rosette for the chocolate cake.


Back at the office, my girls go overboard this time and decked my post like I’m James Reid’s number one fan. I’m a fan but not a die-hard one, nothing compared with my fangirling to Ely Buendia during Eheads stardom. Uhm girls, I appreciate all the effort you put in making that James Reid daydream look in your eye, other than I might be too old for this, whachathink? 😀 Next time, next year, can you please tone down to a lighter theme? Say Kate Spade inspired? That classy black and pink visuals? Go at Pinterest for some inspiration, please. Of course, I didn’t tell anyone that I’m a bit uncomfortable of the James Reid banderitas, I silently requested one of the utility boys to neatly remove the decors after everyone left that day. Sorry girls, I’m not really complaining but this is too much hype. Hahaha.


Nonetheless, thank you team for making my birthday always a merry one. 🙂


Anyhow, I was treated to lunch by the team. We had the traditional cake blowing, I got two Sansrival cake just bec it’s my all-time favorite. Hey, I also love Mary Grace and Contis and Costa Brava or Hizon’s, why not Estrel’s? I only wish they could read this blog so it’d be easy for them to prepare, hehehe. And because I don’t want to splurge anymore this year to extra celebrations I just ordered meryenda chow in the afternoon –pancit, mini-sandwiches and chicken lolly. I also don’t want to extend the celebration come Monday that’s why I also advance my birthday blow-out. Simple.


We’re already home during my birthday but ze husband had to drive back to Manila at 7am so I was left again, and like what I initially planned I will just sleep on my birthday. At almost noontime I was surprised to wake at the smell of pancit, oh somebody cooked for me, of course it was Nanay. She also cooked the classic spaghetti, I bet ze husband requested this because I was nagging him the other night about neglecting my birthday. Really, it’s been long since someone make an effort at home, I can’t even remember the last time.


By mid-afternoon the sister’s fam arrived and some cousins –pabebe boys, they all stayed until dinner time so the house was like in festive mood again. Ze husband and I were supposed to go out for coffee that night but sensing that he’s tired already I stopped myself from being brash. After all, his weekends are never really all about resting bec when he’s home the fur kiddos are on ultra-hyper mode, all three wanted his attention.


Sometimes you really questioned yourself what makes you happy, and what makes me happy is home. I always look forward to coming home and spending my weekend break with ze husband, with my maternal fam, with the fur kiddos. I love the crisp morning air and cottony clouds. I know every year would be a different story and every year I might have a different realisation and thoughts, but every year I’d turn to look at this blog and remember how blessed I am despite of all the misfortunes. Thank you Lord for the gift of life. ♥



41 and still…

…caption the title not the picture ↓ 😀



I had no plans of having a big birthday during my 41st, honestly, I wanted a quiet time with the husband and we initially planned going somewhere else as we marked our birthday’s one after the other once more. You see, when you’re at this age you want more time alone to think about plenty of stuff, like the next 5 years or the next 10 years. It’s the time to reflect more, to sort out and polish things around you, it’s like a closet clean-up or in a better perception you sort out potatoes in the bin and put the good one in one pile, the doubtful in another, and then throw out the rotten ones. Such easy-peasy to put into words, how I wish the real thing is like that.







Anyhow, a day before my birthday my girls at the office gave me a surprise treat with singing and cake and some snacks. They advance the celebration because they thought I will absent myself on the 14th, not their best guess. Hehehe. Nevertheless, I was in awe at how prepared they were. I appreciate all your team effort in making my birthday always a happy one despite how gloomy the weather is –from getting my favorite cake every year, for the Sesame Street theme, that depicts my age so well and for the cute & sexy caricature of moi. I hope this attempt to surprise me has nothing to do with the nearing performance appraisal. 😀


Since it was officially the husband’s birthday that day, I went home early to cook a bit for him so he’d feel it’s a special day. He’ll eat grilled more than fried. I prepared the simplest, a slab of pork belly! My JML Stone-ware Grill is so worth it, I’ll try to make a review of this wonderful griller soon. Because it’s  mid-week we skipped going out, my energy was very low. Little did I know he got me a little surprise to welcome my birthday too. ♥




And it’s no coincidence, he bought me the favorite sansrival too and a dinner take-out from Kenny Rogers for us to share. I feel so loved. ♥ Actually, even before the birthday month and even before the Christmas holidays I felt that the husband was changed –extra clingy, extra sweet, un totoo ‘ney me kelangan ka? Hahaha. Kiddin’ aside I feel his love was greater even now and whether it’s pretend or not, I don’t care for as long as I’m getting all the attention I want.






Happy Birthday to me! 🙂 The highlight of my birthday was my turn to surprise my girls and some colleagues back at work. Even if I already declared to myself that I will just let the day go, I couldn’t help but to celebrate a bit, I cannot discard the thought that it’s my birthday and I need to smile and be merry for a while and most importantly be thankful for the life.



For lunch, I ordered a few staples from Shifu Master Kitchen –Shifu Fried Chicken, Three Egg Polonchay, and Shanghai Fried Rice & Birthday Noodles. I thought it’s a bit healthier rather than the usual fare from Ambers or from CCME and mind you it’s tastier. The Thee Egg Polonchay was a big hit. It was a simple birthday lunch yet brimming with happy people around. Thank you to my former teammate Roma for my blowing cake and my college bud, Rosette, for my take home cake. I’m so blessed to have these thoughtful people around me, they’re my constant reminder of hard work, willpower and success, they’re the ones keeping me sane at work and helps me get by everyday.




Following that weekend, we throw a simple thanksgiving get-together at home and invited the maternals and my best buds in high school. Our guests were somewhat at a loss at first but ended happy with the spread because it’s very different from the conventional buffet they’re accustomed. You know the province-like merienda cena with pancit, puto, biko, etc.; we made a twist when we served shabu-shabu and grilled that Saturday afternoon. And guests were like, uh…oh…ah.





After all these happenings and eating and laughing, I can’t say I’m at my happiest, I can’t even say I’m happier compared to last year. I don’t want to compare because everytime I’d do so, I’ll end up feeling unhappy and discontented. I just don’t want any unhappy thoughts right now, and I don’t want to attract negativity because it’s a mischievous sprite, it won’t do any good and it won’t be of any help to anyone.

Getting old each year is not a curse; it’s a blessing that you should embrace. 🙂


P.S. I may be on my early forty now but if you’d knew me way back when I was 30, I’m kinda haven’t change majorly except for a “few” pounds heavier now. Ciao!