Seriously the only things I wanna trim for my wedding day is my arms. I can suck the tummy in, I love my hips but huge arms just don't work on a tube wedding dress.
Am almost at the point where I believe Self and Women's Health mags and all those exercise plans that promise I'll see results in 2 weeks.
Argh. Weights. Hate.
April 08, 2011
April 07, 2011
The Last Say
Carlo: I visited your porch today. The last post was on my birthday in 2009.
Krissy: Yeah, I microblog on FB instead
Who knows, maybe this year baby the last post is going to be:
Krissy: Yeah, I microblog on FB instead
Who knows, maybe this year baby the last post is going to be:
Off to build their own porch
-- Mr and Mrs Lallana
-- Mr and Mrs Lallana
October 23, 2009
25!!!
Welcome to 25 my dearest! I've been waiting for you for 29 days. Hahaha
I know it's going to be another great year ahead of you!
Happy birthday Carlo!
I love you so much!
Squeeze!
I know it's going to be another great year ahead of you!
Happy birthday Carlo!
I love you so much!
Squeeze!
August 15, 2009
Tower Mode
I need not to need. Because I can't whine, rant or complain. If this is supposed to utilize the little EQ I have, then it it really stretching it.
August 09, 2009
It has been 2 months. But it feels like 5. I think of the months to come and a solid vine of loneliness grips me.
I threw myself into family when they were around. That helped but it was still painful. I am too proud to let my mother see me cry but I was unable to hide during one of my sobfests in the US. Every word of comfort she said to me only made me cry harder.
Now it is more difficult. Family is far. I have thrown myself into work only to get sick. So I think now that God will not let me ignore my brokenness. I figured that the way to survive this time was to distract myself. But it seems as though He would have me face it head on.
A good friend told me that God is using this time to further mold me. I guess this fact is comforting only in the aftermath of it all, when Carlo is home again. Until then… my comfort is the hope that I might truly appreciate His word that He is close to the broken-hearted.
**I realize the fact that I am not broken-hearted in the usual sense of the word... Nonetheless, I think the words still apply to my current state of feeling like I am lost.
I threw myself into family when they were around. That helped but it was still painful. I am too proud to let my mother see me cry but I was unable to hide during one of my sobfests in the US. Every word of comfort she said to me only made me cry harder.
Now it is more difficult. Family is far. I have thrown myself into work only to get sick. So I think now that God will not let me ignore my brokenness. I figured that the way to survive this time was to distract myself. But it seems as though He would have me face it head on.
A good friend told me that God is using this time to further mold me. I guess this fact is comforting only in the aftermath of it all, when Carlo is home again. Until then… my comfort is the hope that I might truly appreciate His word that He is close to the broken-hearted.
**I realize the fact that I am not broken-hearted in the usual sense of the word... Nonetheless, I think the words still apply to my current state of feeling like I am lost.
July 20, 2009
Pictures!
Pictures (and some quick notes) from my US trip can be viewed on my share site:
http://casummer2009.shutterfly.com/
July 17, 2009
July 16, 2009
June 13, 2009
Bittersweet
It has been tough even with family around. I feel bad nga sometimes for being sad around family. I'm happy to hang out with them too (Selina the Baby is such fun to take care of!) but I can't deny there's someone missing. Everytime I see something, I wish he could be here to see it with me. When I'm laughing with my cousins, I wish he were here to laugh along.
Our first birthday's coming up. That'll taste of dark chocolate too.
Our first birthday's coming up. That'll taste of dark chocolate too.
May 29, 2009
LDR
Long Distance Relationship
I knew it even before he actually told me, before we made it official, before we were holding hands, before we were counting months of happiness go by. I knew this would happen.
But somehow it still sucks. It still makes fat tears stream down my cheeks in public transport, in the shower, while charting, while walking...
We'll be turning one on June 15 and by that time he'll be in Saudi Arabia, I'll be in the US.
I need to be brave even if I'm such a sobber.
This is going to MAKE us. M-A-K-E us. Not the other way around.
I knew it even before he actually told me, before we made it official, before we were holding hands, before we were counting months of happiness go by. I knew this would happen.
But somehow it still sucks. It still makes fat tears stream down my cheeks in public transport, in the shower, while charting, while walking...
We'll be turning one on June 15 and by that time he'll be in Saudi Arabia, I'll be in the US.
I need to be brave even if I'm such a sobber.
This is going to MAKE us. M-A-K-E us. Not the other way around.
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