Had a wonderful time today. Went out Trick or Treating with my mom and brother. I decided to stay in the car while the two of them would go out and get some candies. It was fun. Had pictures taken from the cool decors of the AAV homeowners. You know me, feeling gothic talaga when this day comes. Too bad i wasnt wearing a costume, hmmm or should i say i went there as a pregnant lady, will it pass as a costume?

I was watching the Soundtrack Channel and i realized most of the movies i remember the most are the once with the best songs in it. Here's my list:











Not in the picture: Benny and June starring Johnny Depp and Mary Stuart Masterson.

For TV

Im so proud of myself this past few days. Of course there are still the constant bugging of my paranoia but that can be placed at the back of my mind for now. Ive once again finished another book.

Yaya In Bloom. Its the sequel of The Divine Secrets of the Yaya Sisterhood. When I first read the Divine Secrets i was in Morong, Bataan with Hanz for our yearly out of town trip. Its was in the heat of the sun i was under a cottage and no one is in the vicinity, its as if we own the whole resort. Then later that night/ early morning, while we were snoozing an earthquake with the intensity 6 woke us up and we decided to pack our bags and leave (this happened way before the tsunamin scare).
Anyways, that story reminded me of that trip and when i saw the second book in Booksale (my favorite bookstore) i bought it right away. For a hardbound which cost 120php and a story that could, its was a good buy.


The story was told mostly by the Ya-Ya's(the mother's, original characters from the 1st book) and some of the Petite Ya-Ya's (their kids) and they included the Tres Petite Ya-Ya's (the grandkids).

When Roo can see and listen well enough we will teach him the importance of reading which i personally believe is better than the tellie. I will read to him kiddie books with matching character voices. Thanks to my mom who at an early age instilled in me the value of books and taking care of it. The very first book i read was The Secret Garden and i was at the bowling lane with my mom while she was practicing her strikes. I even lost my ring at the restroom. Oh memories....

If you are familiar with the story and you want to know your Ya-Ya name you can visit this site

I was looking for this video for Roo.

One of the best books I read so far. At first I was hesitant to buy this book but I placed my trust to the author who wrote one of my favorite stories : Like Waters for Chocolate.

Story was about true love that goes beyond materialism and hate. Communication that can lead to acceptance or fear.

At the end of it all we all just want to feel the passion of love which is as swift as desire.

A must read.

We live by the roles we accept. I have been a pianist, a business woman and a bride. I am still a daughter, a wife and an apprentice of life. Maybe the road we choose to trek is not that certain but there are things in life that are sweet and free. Like honesty, blessings, laughter, hugs, family, friendships, acceptance and the list goes on, if only we know how to handle it.

Now that im on my third term of pregnancy i sometimes wonder what i will become? If only I could tell my future and play it safe but of course you'll lose the thrill of knowing and getting first hand information on lessons in life.

As the saying goes, if life throws you lemons...make lemonade out of it.

Its in the malls. I can feel it at times when i walk home. Its creeping slowly and im accepting it with the same love hate feeling i had when i was growing up. So its Christmas once again. Out the superficial stuff of making an effort to be jolly and nice. Oh my gosh! Whats wrong with me? I think its the Grinch in me talking.

So its the Ber months again and somehow Jose Mari Chan's songs doesnt bother me anymore. I sometimes catch myself humming it. Maybe, just maybe something is changing me in. Is it because im going to be a mother? But i still dont want the kid in me to disappear. Maybe it wont. Maybe it would just let the mommy in me see through the gauze covered reality of my life.

Tonight when i arrived home i saw RooRoo's baby clothes all ironed and stacked in his hamper. I felt that we are just playing house with a little kid along the way and not a make believe pillow in my tummy. Am i scared? A little. Am i excited? So much.

I used to think that growing up would be so complicated thats why i decided not to grow up but of course reality stepped in and i soon realized that i have to move on. Maybe Roo would be the reason of living a purpose driven life. Maybe everyday when i wake up i wouldnt live a monotonous, hurried and contradicting life i now live in. Would a baby change everything? I dont know. Maybe. I can feel it waking me up from my sheltered life.

But i am still the same old Faith. The one who misses Starbucks and Chai Tea lattes. The one who feels deprive of a body massage lathered with oil and tea light candles. The one who peeks over at the other side of the rainbow eager to know what a kind of a mother ill she turn out to be. Would i be like my mom or like my mother in law? Would i be the cool one or the strict one. I Dont Know. Maybe someday soon, i will know.

Oh and yeah, the problem here is with Christmas fast approaching i cant go to Divisoria to buy you guys Christmas presents since RooRoo would be coming to town as well. Hope you guys would take a Raincheck on that and presents would be handed over after Three Kings (that is i can go malling by that time).