Having Your Own Set of Friends

In many respects, I think that J and I do not have a “normal” relationship. We have so many differences and we approach life in such different ways that I think we sometimes defy what a “normal” marriage should be. Then again, what is normal and what is not? This could all [...]

Keeping Tabs On Each Other

I am the kind of person who likes to know where my husband is most of the time. While it may seem that it is because I do not trust him, it reallly is because I am a worrywart. I worry that he has gotten in trouble. I worry that he got [...]

Boys Will Be Boys

***Cross post from Dreamwalkersworld***
After writing that post last night, I tried to go to bed and sleep. As it turned out, sleep had to wait for several more hours. Jerry and I had a talk – a talk that we needed to have for quite some time now. I don’t think it was the best [...]

No Brain Wife, Eh?

This week started off quite badly for me – both at work and at home.  For the former, it’s just that the end of the year always seems to be hectic in ways that are unimaginable.  At home, there are always little things that get to you.  In any case, you handle what life deals [...]

ME Time

I have always been a sucker for alone time.  The thing is, I also have a tendency for double standards.  When I want to be alone, I have to be alone.  When J wants some ME time and I don’t feel like it (that is I don’t want him to have it), I get all [...]

White Guys Stand Out?

Here in the Philippines, white people always stand out.  Even in the city, where there are a lot of expats, the locals still tend to stare at foreigners.  It is not that bad in other areas.  I guess that is why I really liked living in Makati.
However, we had to move to Pasig more than [...]

The Typical Filipina – NOT!

I am sure that we all know about the common perception of the Western race when it comes to the Asian woman. You know, Asian women are meek. They are submissive. They are caring. They make the best wives. I am not contesting the last statement though I have something [...]

When Party Person And Party Pooper Collide

J and I are both PPs – the Ps stand for different things, though.  You have probably guessed it – he’s a party person and I (have been called) a party pooper.
Last night, we went to my company’s anniversary party and just like most of our company parties, J ends up mixing with other people [...]