FT... My Fun Escape

There came a point when I really loathed Facebook. It became the source of my frustrations and insecurities. At first, I got excited because it made me hooked up with old friends and classmates but I saw things in there that broke my heart. I don’t wanna go into details though. But lately, Facebook particularly Farmtown has become a wonderful escape from reality. If I really want to forget my worries for a while, I visit my farm and busy myself plowing, planting, harvesting and buying items at the market as if it’s for real. There are times when I wish I could just stay in my farm forever. Most Farmtown addicts would agree with me that you lost track of time whenever you’re in your farm. I also take some time to visit my neighbor’s farms and gaze in awe at how lovely their farms are. If only I have so much time in my hands, I could create a farm like theirs. But I’m getting there one day at a time.

Here’s a virtual photo of me in my farm. Cute noh?

I Went Clubbing Last Night...

....and I really feel so old just seeing the young partygoers grooving to the music of Lady Gaga or Black Eyed Peas. It's my first time to be at the Loft's Penthouse and I just feel so out of place. In my younger days, I used to frequent these places but when you have kids going to these places is an additional expense. But another reason why I am not so fond of these places anymore is that I just hate the smoke, people shouting behind loud music, getting drunk, getting in trouble when you're drunk and the sight of young girls passing out in the middle of the dance floor. One girl passed out beside us in the sofa and she was wearing this skimpy dress. Good thing her boyfriend is still sober enough to assist her. I couldn't just imagine my daughters going to these places and getting drunk.
So, yeah I went clubbing last night and I had fun. I guess I can still groove a bit but what was important was really the fact that I was spending time with my hubby and some newfound friends albeit tipsy and the hangover the following day.

Let Me Say It Again..."I DO"

Nobody said it was going to be easy. Marriage, after all isn’t just a bed of roses. We go through a lot of experiences both good and bad.

I TRIED to made peace with the fact that for so long as I am in this marriage, I will have to make little sacrifices like staying up all night waiting for him to come home after a boy’s night out or a gig with the band, understanding the fact that he will have female friends that he will have to amuse from time to time or that he will have to unintentionally miss out birthdays and anniversaries. TRIED is the word because I haven’t reached that perfect peace yet. But I’m working on it because I’m in for the long haul. There are days when I question if what we have is worth keeping and if we’re dancing to the same tune. Sometimes I find myself dancing alone but it is in being alone that I realize we’ve gone a long way and I wouldn’t give it up for the world.

Unlike other couples, we were not one to brag “Oh, I married my best friend”. But everyday, we discover a bit of each other and our friendship blossomed somehow.

Dad,

The previous months have been tough for both of us. There had been major adjustments with the coming of the second baby and some other big leaps. Could it be the 7-year itch? Maybe we’re just jaded in some areas and it has affected our relationship. We’ve gone a long way and everyday I am thankful that we’re still together despite the differences, the many difficult episodes we have to go through the last 7 years. Thank you for bearing me out…my drama queen tendencies, my being inconsiderate and clingy. I will try my very best not to disappoint you and I hope you will also do your share in making this marriage work. Let’s continue to thrive and stay married for the rest of our lives. HAPPY 7 YEARS...all my LOVE!

Mhalou