I don't really get my fingernails done. My hands look too manly that no amount of hand spa and nail color can make it ladylike. My day to day activities are also not very friendly for long, prettyfied, manicured nails (I wash my children's bum, no thanks). So yeah, a trip to the …
I grew up in an era where the concept of Wishlist did not exist. In those days, whenever there was an "exchange gifts" during Christmas parties, the giver carried the burden of gift-giving—one that I carried ever since I started high school.
Of course, the whole world has to know. Because I feel like a domestic goddess after doing such feat. And just in case it doesn't happen again. I don't know if there's a household chore more tedious than folding clothes. I would have seizures just thinking about it. Plus, it r…
I often find myself reminiscing about the old days. Those days when we get to eat out and go on spontaneous road trips every week. The time when we don't celebrate special occasions over food deliveries. The time when we conveniently fake fever to have an excuse for skipping work. Or …
Two things. One. I am addicted to rolled oats soaked in plain Greek yogurt and cinnamon. I prepared one for the bunso but he doesn't seem to show interest in it. It was so good that I had to ask the husband to buy more for my own consumption. Whatever I eat, the baby eats anyway. Tw…
It's been what? day 14? 15? of community quarantine and at this point, even those who are so used to staying at home or maybe even the introverts who have been trained for this their entire life already feel uneasy. I thought the quarantine would be no different for me, but honestly, …
Now tell me what are the odds of getting stung by a honeybee inside our home while lounging on our bed? I've been stung by bees and wasps countless of times. The most it gave me was an annoying localized itchiness and swelling. This time is a different story.
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