The DIY Party of the Year (1)

Of course, it is that awesome, it has to come in parts!

Went to Antipolo a day before the party. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to come as early as I originally planned but thankfully, the wall just finished. It was fun to see Chuchi in such a good mood!

Unfortunately for Mommy, she got her cold. At least the celebrator is well! Hahahaha. I think she was trying to learn how to drink on her own. A little more practice love. :)

Chuchi has been practicing this, according to Marga.  Ask her how old she is and this is what she gives you.

Thanks to Marga’s planning, everything appears to be in check. The citronella candles will shoo away the buggies who just love to nibble.

The letters still need a lot of filling in but, it’s almost done.

The mother balloon is all pumped with its prizes in it.

And the kids have labored lovingly to pump these balloons.

Stick around and see how this DIY party pulls together! :)

Do not worry

Update on the physical fitness challenge:  I managed to go to the gym 3 days in a row.  Yesterday, I did four rounds in the circuit.  Man, it felt good.  Today, I didn’t even notice it was the fourth one. :)  I would like to think I am doing very very well.  I am keeping it up by matching the workout with more health conscious choices in food.  Let’s all pray that this works.

I just love this quote that I found on Pinterest.  Lately, Dylan has been worrying a lot and I am hoping that he looks at my blog somehow.  So Dy, this is for you, my love. :)

And for the rest of you who worries too much, this is for you too. :)

This kiss

I loved this kiss the best, mostly because everyone saw it coming and everyone was just looking for the right moment.

And they just killed a horcrux, and they were able to do it together, and it was just a reason for celebration.

I love this kiss perhaps because of the longing that came with it.  Like it’s always been in the books, but the execution had to be something more dramatic.  More romantic.  More passionate.

I love this couple.  As much as it bugs me that they’re not together in real life, I’m happy they are as good as friends can get.

My first love turns 25

And it’s true.  I think most people won’t find that surprising, but every time I get drunk, teary and emotional and in the middle of a made-up/for-real crisis, I always say that Marga is my first love.  I grew up with her.  I was immature with her.

But I think the past year had made her wiser than me.  After all, she’s a mother now.

But that’s the new Marga.  What I can clearly recall is the old Marga.  Or rather, the young.  The one who loves putting flowers in people’s hair.

I think she was the one who convinced me to stuff my breasts.

She also told me to jump.  And bravely at that.  I think it’s because she’s so used to it.  Hahaha.

I don’t think she was ever hesitant or scared that she might fall or get hurt.  I think we’ve made a pact to always be the first to each other’s aid when we get in trouble.

We dressed up together, got pretty together, cooky together.  I pretty much did everything with her.

We slept together, woke up together, got wasted together.

I pretty much cannot imagine how my life would be like without her.  She’s smart, strong, and stunning.  Prolly the only S’s you will need in a woman.  I’ve always known she’s all these… I think it’s about time she knows it too.

Happy birthday, Love. :)  You know I’m here for you always.