This is our Home!

Let's take a peek inside our soon to be home before the painting and tiling process. . .

house exterior and all ( can't hardly wait to do some
gardening and landscaping for a greener backyard. . .)

bedroom no. 1 (for the king and queen :=) . . .)

bedroom no. 2 for the princesses :-)

bedroom no. 3 for beloved guests :-)

this is my world, my kitchen!

the dining area. . .

the living room with a view. . .
(it was almost sunset when we took this pic
and yet the sun was still shining so brightly. . .)

the porch. . .
(hubby is planning to put hardwood
in horizontal position in lieu of balusters. . . )

the bathroom. . .

more about our home, next time, folks! Thank you. . .

We're Almost There!

Hey, guys! I am sharing with you this first ever picture of our soon to be residence. After a month of construction, this is how it looks like now. The journey since day one of the construction was quite exciting. Almost everyday, stories waiting to be told unraveled and endless excitement continued to awe me and my family.

A simple dream starting to come true... with God's grace and blessing - we can finally say, we're almost home!

More to come about this journey, guys, soon. . . .

April 23 is a Non-Working Day

His Excellency President Benigno S. Aquino III, by virtue of Proclamation No. 150, has declared Black Saturday as special non-working day throughout the country.

Work performed on this day merits an additional 30% of the salary.

Principle of no work, no pay applies.

For more about holiday pay rule, please click on this LINK.

Back to Where I Belong

It's been awhile since I last updated this blog of mine...

I am now inspired to blog more often - It's because am going back home (this time with my husband and a bunch of bubbly little jinkees).

Yes, dear friends, after seventeen long years of living in the city - hubby and I decided to build a home of our own within the place where I grew up. A place where you can stargaze at night. . . listen to croaking frogs... catch fireflies and get use to the sound of the crickets.

What makes it more exciting for me are the following:

the rustling waters. . .
freshwater fishes and crustaceans. . .
fresh veggies. . .
fresh fruits. . .
and
the chance to once again, play in the rain!

I want my kids to experience all of these things and perhaps tell them over and over again the beautiful stories of my youth in the place where I belong. . .

I'll be keeping you posted dear friends of this new development in my life. . . thanks for always being here for me!

Moving On. . . . Moving Out. . . Moving In. . . .

am still keeping mum about my plans for the moment. . . .but I want to take this opportunity to thank all of you, dear readers, who kept on coming back to this blog even if I'm wordless . . . . am just keeping my pace and hopefully will be back to blogging in due time or maybe soonest.....

from my heart, Thank You!

Breaking Silence, Mending Broken Hearts

I am now breaking my silence in the blogosphere. I hope through this, my drive to write and rant could help in the healing process me and my sister are enduring right now.

We know we are imperfect. That's why we feel that our hearts have been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one? But broken hearts gave us the will and strength to carry on with the daily routines of our lives. Of course, keeping the faith did helped a lot! The overwhelming understanding and compassion we got when we were grieving affirmed the belief that everything happened for a reason and purpose.

We came to the realization that a heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. Imperfections that showed us who we really are and who truly cared for us. For this, our hearts will forever be thankful to all of you and the One up there who is with us during our struggle.

Thank you, dear friends! we could not have gone this far without you. . .

STOP AND SMELL THE FLOWERS FOR NOW. . . .

Apologies for my silence the past few days. I chose to be wordless to somehow ease the pain. Meanwhile, allow me to stop and smell the flowers for now. . . so long, my friends!