Wednesday, November 19, 2014

Shadow of Night (Book 2 of The All Souls Trilogy)by Deborah Harkness






“A reluctant witch. A 1500-year-old vampire. A mysterious manuscript known as Ashmole 782. The story begins with a discovery of witches...”  (www.deborahharkness.com)

 Copyright (C) Deborah Harkness


Diana Bishop and her handsome vampire Matthew Clairmont successfully time-walked into Elizabethan England to find her a mentor and to escape threats to her life. They also seek the manuscript in its original form, before the missing pages turned the book into a rambling tumble of nonsense. 


Diana and Matthew are plunged into the chaos of Elizabethan England, and into the company of the enigmatic School of Night.  She meets the daemons, Christopher Marlowe (yes, the playwright Christopher Marlowe) and Thomas Harriot (mathematician and astrologer), Sir Walter Raleigh, and Henry Percy, the Wizard Earl. To complicate matters, Kit (aka Christopher Marlowe) is insanely in love with Matthew and Diana stands out like a sore thumb, despite being a historian. And the most complicated thing is that witches and vampires are prohibited to fall in love, according to rules of the Congregation. They also meet a whole host of interesting characters such as Mary Sidney, Doctor John Dee, Queen Elizabeth I, and King Rudolf II of Bohemia (who had a disastrous infatuation with Diana). 


As they try to trace the origins of Ashmole 782, they need to go back to Matthew’s past as well. For the 14th century Matthew Clairmont is not the cultured, learned geneticist that he is of the 21st century. He was the spy, Matthew Roydon, and Matthew de Clermont, distinguished member of one of the oldest vampire clans in the world, grand master of the Knights of Lazarus, and one of the vampires seated at the Congregation in the 1500s. We also meet members of Matthew's family and discover their origins: the De Clermont patriarch Philippe and his inimitable wife Ysabeau, the faithful Gallowglass, and Hancock.

Just as Diana begins to harness her surprising powers, betrayal and scandal find their way to them. With nowhere to go but the present, Matthew and Diana once more time-walk to the present and face their destiny.

I love how Deborah Harkness introduced each character despite having a lot of new characters and putting her central characters in a whole new setting. She injected flaws into otherwise austere characters like Christopher Marlowe and Rudolf II. Her character development for Philippe and Matthew was just exquisite that readers understand the complexity and depth of their relationship. I find myself devouring each piece of information about the characters and mentally try to fit them into a puzzle. The author meshes magic and history exquisitely, giving us a glimpse of life in the 14th century yet teach us about magic and spell weaving at the same time. Her descriptive prose transports her readers in the setting of her choosing, be it Oxford, New York, Bohemia, or Elizabethan England.


Shadow of Night is a rich and intricate of tapestry that weaves together alchemy and genetics, magic and history, passion and honor.  A riveting book that will leave you craving for the next one.



Wednesday, November 12, 2014

Bookworm Wednesday: The All-Souls Trilogy by Deborah Harkness

A Discovery of Witches (The All-Souls Trilogy Book 1)
by Deborah Harkness


"A reluctant witch. A 1500-year-old vampire. A mysterious manuscript known as Ashmole 782. The story begins with a discovery of witches..." (www.deborahharkness.com)

The All-Souls Trilogy is a beguiling and compelling read. I could compare it to Twilight but for grown-ups. It would be unfair to say that it is on the level of Twilight, however, as this trilogy is so, so much more than just the Romeo and Juliet of creatures. The All-Souls Trilogy surpasses Twilight in every aspect (Sorry Twilight fans!).  It is intellectually stimulating, sensual, sexy, and just generally deep. The humor and references are really quite intelligent, and if you are not a widely-read adult, you won't really get them. Of course, as the characters are both erudite, you would expect no less. I love how Deborah Harkness captured that.

The love story between Diana Bishop and Matthew Clairmont starts out aversely, with her being initially wary, then exasperated with him for stalking her. Matthew Clairmont, in his defense, was only doing his best to protect her from creatures that want to harm her. This develops as they both spend more time together, out of necessity. It is good to see an adult romance that does not start with them hopping into bed together. Instead, their intellectual compatibility draws them to each other while they tread softly over their burgeoning feelings. The suspense of how the romance will progress resonates on a very real level, and that is one of the reasons why I love this trilogy. It is also noteworthy to say that this is not a tawdry romance, with them going at it all the time. The few love scenes portrayed are key to the storyline, and they are not described in explicit detail. What is explicit is how they feel about each other as they make love.

Deborah Harkness seamlessly introduces her readers to a whole new world of alchemy and magic, history and genetics. She captivates her reader into plunging head-first into the world she wove and makes us want to stay.

For those who seek adventure, The All-Souls Trilogy is a must-read. You will learn about creatures (vampires, witches, and daemons), time-walk to the Renaissance era, get intimate with royalty and historical behemoths, and experience the otherworldly love of a vampire and a witch.

Let's start with the first book, A Discovery of Witches

                              Copyright (C) Deborah Harkness

A Discovery of Witches starts with historian Diana Bishop unearthing Ashmole 782, an alchemical manuscript, from the Bodleian Library in Oxford. Unknown to her, this ancient manuscript has been bewitched so that only she may find it. This discovery sets off a series of events that throws her in danger and into the arms of geneticist Dr. Matthew Clairmont. 

Diana, who is orphaned of both her parents in childhood, was raised by her aunt and her partner, who are both witches. Being a sub-par witch herself (she later discovers she was spellbound), Diana immersed herself in a successful career as a historian. So imagine her bewilderment when Dr. Clairmont explains creatures to her and the relevance of Ashmole 782 to all of them. Humans, unknowingly, live alongside creatures for ages. These are almost-immortal vampires, powerful witches, and creative/ destructive daemons. Ashmole 782 holds the key to the beginnings and the future of all creatures.

Matthew Clairmont gently eases Diana into their world, as their growing awareness and regard for each other deepens. What also escalates is the threat to Diana's life as other creatures go to desperate measures to get their hands on the elusive manuscript. As she frees herself from being spellbound (her parents locked her powers so she won't be killed by their murderers), Diana discovers a wealth of extraordinary powers that she inherited from her parents.

The book sees Diana and Matthew time-walking to Elizabethan London to find her a teacher and to elude capture from their enemies. Will they make it there?

Stay tuned to next Wednesday's review of Shadow of Night (Book 2 of The All Souls Trilogy).

Sunday, November 9, 2014

Sunday Romance: How We Began



maybe we can't help being idiots when it comes to love. that's what makes love beautiful and extraordinary. it takes us beyond our normal, mundane selves and turns smart, capable people into glorious fools.

-christine fabian, 2009

I will be sharing our love story, a very ordinary story that has become my life's best adventure.

 Courtesy of Warner Music Philippines

This song by Nina came out in 2003. It is the song that made me realise I was falling in love with my best friend.

It was the summer of 2003 and I was a NBSB (No Boyfriend Since Birth) college freshman. Jeno and I were constant companions and friends. He was just fresh off of a breakup and I have just learned my crush was not interested in me. I have never had a close friend of the opposite sex, and quite frankly, I felt threatened by them. So when Jeno and I first became friends, I was pleasantly surprised to find someone who wasn't interested in courting or dating me. Heck, he was pining for one of my closest female friends! This mutual friendship (my close friend and his fresh ex-girlfriend) and riding the same jeep route brought us together. I would listen to him moon over his ex, he would listen to me swear off guys, we would share food and walk to the paradahan together. We'd remind each other the need to stay out of relationships and romance. We would send each other text quotes and talk to each other on the phone everyday. I was "Sis Christine" on his phonebook and he was "Bro Jeno" on mine. I finally shed my distrust of the opposite sex, totally comfortable sharing my opinions and thoughts with him. Slowly, very slowly, something else blossomed.

Slowly, like a rose coming into bloom,
Grudgingly, like a very sore loser,
I admit to losing my heart 
In the heat of summer,
To a boy who smiled with his eyes
And has a penchant for mushy text messages.

Love came slowly and hesitantly because we were like brother and sister. Our once platonic friendship moved into a zone that I was afraid to go into, not because it was unpleasant, but because it would complicate our friendship.

It was complicated. I felt guilty developing feelings for him because I was instrumental to their break-up. I was May-May's confidant and I encouraged her to break up with him. I saw that she was having other personal issues that needed her full attention and she simply cannot deal with what I perceived to be a needy boyfriend. Although she started to distance herself from him to soften the pain of separation, he relentlessly pursued her across campus. As her friend, I saw most of it. At first, I felt some derision for Jeno, at how he was martyr-like in his devotion. One night we started talking, when May-May refused to talk to him. He told me he liked me but I was too hard to reach. I laughed and said he had no chance. He laughed too, and we became friends. So instead of going after her, he would hang out with me and Ramon, another friend who was going through heartbreak. So when I began feeling something, I tried to smother it, not wanting May-May to think that I stole her boyfriend.

I started feeling some queasiness when he would tell me about how his ex (and my classmate) would avoid him and I reluctantly comforted him. One night I dreamt about the two of us kissing and that's when I started to see him in that light. Whenever we'd talk about his failed relationship, I will just nod but actually try to block off everything that he's saying. I was getting uncomfortable seeing him looking at May-May with puppy-dog eyes because it highlighted the fact that I was getting jealous he didn't feel that way for me. It riled when he'd text me and call me "sis". We high-fived each other, invented this elaborate fist pump, and be ourselves with each other. I felt that to him, I was just one of the boys. I was friend-zoned even before the word was invented! It was not a good feeling. 

Still, our friendship remained because he was a good friend. "Jealous" would be playing on the jeep radios when we'd go home together and I am made more acutely aware of my hopeless situation. I was jealous of the lucky girl who had his heart. I bore May-May no ill (we were, and are, friends despite this weird set-up) but it was a pity that all Jeno's devotion was wasted on her because she won't have him back. I remember thinking "If someone loved me like that, I will never let him go. I will cherish him and let him know every day that I love him."

The breaking point came one beautiful afternoon in a park. Jeno, Ramon, and myself went out for a stroll. I have just admitted to myself that I was irrevocably and totally in love with my best friend, and have accepted that. I was silent most of that time, being suddenly shy around him yet wanting to enjoy the day with both of them. When he took Ramon aside to talk about something "private", I moved away, knowing they will be talking about his ex. I went as far away from them as possible and cried. When they went to find me, I wiped my tears away, pasted a smile on my face, and pretended something was in my eye. My heart was in a million pieces.

That week, I avoided Jeno and told Ramon I can't hang out with them anymore. I told him I can't stomach seeing Jeno pine for May-May and help him find ways to get back with her or get over her (depending on the day). I was on the losing end and I hated losing. So I distanced myself hoping that I will forget him and this storm of emotions he awakened in me.

I never thought to fall in love like that. I wanted a knight in shining armor, bearing Prince William's face (and fortune) , to come and sweep me off my feet. I wanted pomp and circumstance, with the fairy tale ending in a dream wedding. I did not expect it to blossom from a platonic friendship.

I had my fair (or unfair) share of suitors and I all turned them down. I did not know why back then, but as soon as a guy showed any intention of courting me, I immediately turn them down. I won't encourage them or give them hope that they have a chance because that would be unfair to them. I just get turned off when it happens. It is only recently that I have realised that I did not want to be pursued. I agree that it is romantic and it feels good to be wooed. Personally, I do not like the idea of "staging" love. Because that's what wooing is. You put your best foot forward and shove your bad side to the back. I do not want to be pursued. I wanted to be on equal footing with my lover, for both of us to fall into it together and discover it and navigate it together. I want to get to know his good side and bad side.

However, at that time, I was in love with someone who was still in love with someone else. Walking away was a good idea to survive being "friend-zoned" unscathed. After I poured my heart out to Ramon, he looked at me funny and he LAUGHED. He insisted that I talk to Jeno and tell him what I just told him.

That afternoon, I called Jeno. Figuring this might well be the last conversation we'll have, I told him everything. We ended up talking for 3 hours, as he confessed to returning my feelings but was afraid to tell me for fear of rejection. He confessed to "love at first sight" but, taking our friends' advice, did not make any move on the Ice Queen (me). We ironed out all the mixed messages and agreed that we were in love with each other. The first few weeks was an adrenaline rush as we got to know each other more and moved from friends to something more special. I was getting used to the novelty of falling in love and reveled in it. But I was not ready to have a boyfriend. I did not want to make any rash decisions, so we remained "Special Friends". He waited some months before we became a couple. 

He told me that when you love somebody, they stay in your heart. You don't forget them, you just learn to live without them. I have accepted early on that he cannot "un-love" his past girlfriends because he had truly loved them. I am not replacing anyone and he would not have me compare myself with any of his exes. Being with him should not mean that I negate his exes or try to erase the past that he had with them. I have learned that I am the one he loves at present because we "fit" each other (for the lack of a better term) perfectly at that time in our lives, and should work on growing together to have a future with each other.

I was 18 years old and I was finally brave enough to fall in this adventure called love. I am glad that I waited until I was mature enough when I had my first boyfriend. I am glad that he is my best friend. We had, and still have, a lot of things to iron out in our relationship. He is not my Prince Charming; he is my funny sidekick and I am happy with how my story is turning out.

The summer of 2003 started with "Jealous" and ended with "Forevermore".

Credits to Side A band

Monday, November 3, 2014

Make-up Monday: L'Oreal Paris CC Cream

The CC Cream or Colour Correcting Cream is goes one step further from the ubiquitous BB cream by correcting uneven skin tone, redness, and dullness. It also provides some sun protection from SPF 15 to SPF 30, depending on the brand. Just beware, higher SPF creams provide more protection but you will find that they also have a shiny finish to your skin. So it's a trade-off between skin protection or oily skin.

As I approached my 30th year, I noticed that my skin is not as supple and unblemished as it used to be when I was in my early to mid-twenties. I have uneven skin tone and a sun spot. My use of eyeglasses also contributed to more breakouts on the temporal area. Something ought to be done about it.

I decided to go for L'Oreal Paris Nude Magique CC Cream  as my first CC cream. I ordered it off of Priceline for AUD $26.95. There are 3 variations of the CC cream: Anti-Redness, Anti-Dullness, and Anti-Fatigue. I will be reviewing the Anti-Redness one because I have uneven skin tone and reddish areas on my face.

 It has an SPF of 20 and comes in a 30 mL tube.


Color: The L'Oreal Nude Magic Anti-Redness CC Cream comes out as a green, runny liquid. It eventually blends to your natural skin tone as you massage it onto your skin. The green color is for Anti-Redness, while the Anti-Fatigue comes in a cream colour while the Anti-Dullness is a violet liquid. All these eventually blend into the user's skin tone.b With this cream, I have no problem finding the right number or shade for my skin as compared to the usual foundation or concealer.

Consistency: Loose and runny. Blends easily onto skin.


Coverage: Light but you can build to medium coverage by adding more layers. Just don't overdo it.



                               Before                                                                After



Step-by-step Guide:

1. Pat on particular areas that need to be evened out.  For me, those areas are around my nose, lips, cheeks, temple, forehead, and under the eyes. Everywhere!



 2. Blend by massaging it onto your face with your fingers. Notice how the color of the cream on my nose started to blend with my skin.



3.  Viola! Flawless skin! Then, draw in your eyebrows. or mine need it anyway. Curl lashes and apply mascara. 



4. Apply lipstick. I like a bold red.



5. Smile! and say "I am beautiful!"



After 6-8 hours (without re-touching):


My face felt oily, like more than twice the usual. I think it is because of the sunscreen. Coverage is still alright. I think to avoid the face shine, you need to top it off with a layer of powder to set it. I don't like to do that last step though. I like the dewy look but if you would rather stay on the matte side, go ahead and set with powder.

Verdict: I like the coverage it gives. It looks like I don't have makeup on yet my skin looks even. The CC cream is not at all heavy and I feel like I'm not using anything on my face, unlike when I wear a foundation. It does not clog my pores and I have noticed less breakouts. Price-wise, I think that $27 is reasonable compared to buying foundation, concealer, moisturiser, and sunscreen in the hope to achieve the same effect. Will buy again.

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Romantic Sunday: LDR

28-10-2014

To my Husband:



You are my adventure and my delight
You soften life's rough edges 
with the light of your eyes.
Thoughts of you get me up in the mornings
and memories of you kiss me goodnight.

We may be oceans apart, my darling
But the same sky look on our love.


Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Bookworm Wednesday: East by Edith Pattou


 
Photo Copyright to Edith Pattou


"East"is a re-telling of the Norwegian folktale East of the Sun and West of the Moon, superbly written by Edith Pattou.

I have read East of the Sun and West of the Moon as a little girl and it has imprinted on me. It still is one my beloved fairy tales, especially as the protagonist was a girl who rescued her prince which is quite unlike the usual set-up. Since watching "Frozen", I have been on the lookout for such strong female protagonists.  When I came across a post on my Facebook newsfeed about female-led fairy tales, I commented that I want to see "East of the Sun and West of the Moon" onscreen. Another user replied that there is a book adapted from that tale and is entitled "East". And so the search for a free downloadable copy ensued. I found none, but a further search brought me to the Amazon Kindle Store, where a $7.99 copy is found. I weighed my options, and wham! I bought the book!

So, "East" is essentially the East of the Sun and West of the Moon tale. The large, starving family forced to allow their lovely daughter to go with a white bear in exchange of better fortunes; girl discovers that the bear was a prince cursed to walk his days as a bear and nights as a man; she goes after to rescue him from the clutches of a troll princess and rides on the back of winds to "East of the sun and West of the moon", blah, blah, blah. However, and this is a HUGE however, "East" is a very insightful and, as a fairy tale connoisseur, very satisfying read.

Edith Pattou's version is a tale of  family, love, and self-acceptance. She seamlessly melds myth and reality, with comparisons to Cupid & Psyche, Beauty & the Beast, and the Snow Queen. Each chapter is written from the points of view of different characters: Rose, the Bear, Rose's brother Neddy, father, mother, and the Troll Queen. Each narration is unique and gives the reader insight as to that character's thoughts, feelings, and motivations. It paints a picture of a loving father, a superstitious mother who is afraid to lose a daughter yet again, a protective older brother, a man struggling to overcome the appetites of a bear, and a spoiled, impulsive princess who will do and endure anything to get what she wants. Told this way, it challenges the readers to piece together the whole story.

Pattou imbued her story with magic and superstition, history and local flavor. Beliefs in birth-direction, haunted woods, Norse gods, Innuit spirits, and trolls. She fashioned the bear-prince after a real French prince of the Valois line who died in childhood. The author juxtaposed reality with fantasy in a credible way, assigning the unexplored parts of the North Pole as the bridge to the troll kingdom, Huldre. Instead of riding in the back of the East, West, South, and North winds as told in the original tale, Rose rode a carriage, a Viking ship, and an Innuit vessel to get to "East of the Sun and West of the Moon". In the place of the three old women who helped the protagonist along the way, we saw Sofi and Estelle, a mother-daughter duo who looked after the starving and sick Rose as she emerged from the haunted forest; Thor, the alcoholic captain of the old Viking ship that brought her to the North Pole; and Malmo, the Innuit shaman who was Rose's guide across the harsh Northern terrain. She traded their services not with golden apples as in the tale, but with gowns that she wove: gowns of silver, gold, and moon-shine. Rose was not one who took opportunities, she made them.

The characters are three-dimensional, complete with their quirks and flaws. Rose's mother, Eugenia, is as superstitious as they come. She believes in birth-direction, something she learned at her mother's knee. Eugenia named her children in the direction that they were born. She obsessed not to have a North-born child since a fortune-teller told her that she will lose that child to a cold and terrible death, "suffocating under ice and snow". Alas, she gave birth to her last child, the child to replace a daughter that died, prematurely and had no time to orientate herself to the right direction. She gave birth facing North, a true North (meaning not Northeast or Northwest). She hid this from everyone except her husband, telling them that she faced East and called her Ebba Rose. She tried to mold Rose into what an East child is: practical, quiet, and obedient. But Rose was a true North child and it showed. She walked at five months, nearly drowned multiple times before she was two, fell, shed blood, and EXPLORED. Rose's father was an exceptional map-maker who was forced to become a farmer due to dwindling fortunes. He struggled to keep his family afloat, until they could do no more. Take note that the family was not always poor and their wealth have been steadily declining until they were reduced to penury that winter that the bear took Rose away. In his heart, he could not reconcile the fact that he had to give one daughter away in exchange for the health of another and their general good fortune. His fatherly pride cause a rift between him and Rose and in his marriage. Neddy, Rose's older brother and protector, is selfless in his love yet is helpless to stop her from being true to her true North character. He watches as she stubbornly went with the white bear despite common sense and their father's objection. He put his life on hold, just to make sure that Rose knew where to find them should she come back.

It is also interesting to note that Rose and the bear had known each other for a long time. It/ He saved Rose from drowning when she was two, and have been observing her through the years. Rose on the other hand, was weirdly drawn to the bear. She fantasized that she would travel the world astride a snow white bear. So it was no surprise that when the bear came knocking, Rose was more than eager to go with him. Also, the struggle for the bear to hold on to the remnants of his human memories and feelings were very real. His chapters were told in sensory-centered poetry, incomplete trains of thought and HOPE.

Pattou's character development was excellent. Rose started as a willful child, mindless of the worry she causes as she is bent on exploring the world and reaching the limits of her human body. As she journeys on, we see how she tried, and eventually mastered, reining in her impulses and careless retorts as she endured back-breaking labor aboard a Viking ship and pushed on despite life-threatening winter storms in the North. In stark comparison is the Troll Queen, who despite one and half centuries of waiting for her prince, maintained her willful, impulsive ways. This failure to curb her passions and appetite eventually led to her (and her people's) fall. We can also observe realistic family dynamics: overprotective parents, how a rift affects a marriage, the love in a family. Even the Troll Queen has some redeeming characteristics. She may be greedy, impulsive, and full of wiles but she is in love. She waited a century and a half for the curse to lift, she accepted her punishment, and patiently groomed the prince to love her.

As a woman, I was happy to see the author challenge today's standards of beauty. Rose, who was described to be short, of compact built, and dark-haired was different from the rest of her blonde, blue-eyed and long-limbed siblings and parents. She aspired to be like them and was conscious of how different she looked. However, the very things that set her apart were what made her survive the icy cold of the North. Beauty is not merely for the eyes. There is beauty in utility and survival. What use is a long, lanky body and light-hued eyes if you are more likely to freeze to death and be rendered blind by the stark whiteness of snow? You tell me that.

There are also tidbits of insight that we can learn to curb our massive consumerist culture, and to appreciate hard work and the ordinariness of life. I will let you discover that yourselves.

"East" is an exceptional re-telling of the Norwegian East of the Sun and West of the Moon and it has exceeded my expectations. I am left feeling satisfied with some thoughts to mull over after.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Make-up review: Essence Eyebrow Powder


I ordered some make up items off of Priceline last week and I picked the package up this morning. Since my eyebrow pencil was on its last leg, I decided to try an eyebrow powder. As opposed to a harsh and drawn-on look that pencils usually provide, powders give a softer, more natural look. 

I chose Essence Eyebrow Stylist Set which, at AU $4.50, is one of the cheaper ones. According to one customer review, the powder is heavily pigmented. That was one of the selling points for me because who wants to buy a light eyebrow powder? 

Here is a picture of the actual product: 





It comes in two colors: a dark chocolate shade and a lighter, camel color. I think the lighter one is for blondes, or you can apply it just beneath the eyebrow as a highlighter. The dark shade is densely pigmented and I am very pleased that it looks very natural. It comes with a tiny brush, which although is compact, but does not make for good application. I think a longer and stiffer eyebrow brush will make application easier.



Before: sparse eyebrows


 After: Darker and seemingly thicker eyebrows

A side by side comparison: Left has  eyebrow powder, right does not

Verdict: Since this is my first time to try eyebrow powder, I must say that I am pleased. I do not have a very steady hand for eyebrow pens and pencils, which I am afraid will look obviously draw-on and will make me look older. The powder gives me an all-natural fuller brow. I am very pleased with how densely pigmented the powder is, which means that a little goes a long way. For someone on a shoe string budget, it means that I can wear it for a long time. :)

Next week, watch out for my review on L'Oreal Paris Nude Magique CC Cream.

Cheers!












Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Thrifting Finds

As someone who is unemployed and on a tight budget, I have to find sustainable ways to live. One of these are thru thrifting. Here in Australia though, thrifted things are relatively new and some are even unused (they have a crazy consumer culture!). I even find really beautiful and unique stuff, like vintage home accessories, jewelries, and shoes. Clothes even. I have discovered two really great thrifting shops: Vinnie's and Smith Family. They are both charity shops (see here and here), so I feel that the money I spent goes to good causes.

When I came to Australia, I decided to spend on a need-only basis (as in for fares and food when I'm really, really, really hungry and I don't have any on hand). However, as Spring came and the temperature began rising, I found that the sweaters and pants I brought were too warm. I decided it's time to shop for some summer clothes. And where else would I go but to my staple charity shops?

Here are the stuff I scored at Vinnie's:

 Boho sandals ($3)

 Nautical platform peep-toes ($6)

 Sheer yellow tee ($3)

 V-neck navy tee ($6)

 Tie-dyed and distressed denim cut-offs ($4)

 Denim shorts ($5)

 Black & white tunic ($8)

 Floral stretch summer dress ($6)

Bohemian summer frock ($8)

And they gave me a faux lei for free! I later found out that Australian ladies wear faux leis when they go to the beach, so the freebie will have it's day in the sun. 

Here are my acquisitions at Smith Family's: 

 Studded ombre cut-offs ($6)

 Striped nautical shorts ($7)

 Non-underwire bra ($2)--- comfiest bra ever!

 Pink tee with side-pocket ($4)

 Tank top ($8)

 faux turquoise ring ($1)
Lacy bra ($5.50)

All in all, I was thoroughly satisfied with my shopping. I may have spent a little more than $100 but I got a lot of stuff. I don't think I'll go shopping for clothes again for the summer. 

Monday, October 13, 2014

The Big 3-0

This year, I've missed some pretty big milestones. My sister's wedding. My daughter's second birthday. My son's first day of school. Today, I'm celebrating my 30th birthday in Australia, away from my family. I feel sad, but at the same time grateful for all the effort my family and friends here have put into making me feel special.

Last Saturday, I went on a picnic with my college friends in Coogee Beach. Probably because they've been in my situation before, they did not make me spend for anything except my train and bus fares. I spent the day with Jackie and her husband Alexis, and their daughter Lexie; Chloe Ann and her fiance Mico; Lenfree; Joaquin; and a couple of new friends, Keith and Chris. We grilled and talked and laughed and went "babe watching". I wore a swimsuit for the first time in more than 3 years.  I sunbathed for a good 20 minutes and read under the shade of a tree.

 Coogee Beach

 Australians sure know how to spend their weekends!
 Grilling our lunch
 My friends: (L-R) Mico, Lenfree, Alexis, Chloe Ann, Keith 

As we were preparing to leave, Jackie greeted me in advance and revealed that the picnic was actually an advance celebration for my birthday, since they would all be working on the day itself. I was so touched.... and speechless. I think I gushed and blubbed something, I forget.

We later went to Bondi Beach to get some Ben & Jerry's ice cream. Joaquin treated me to this:


It was soooo delicious and rich! Unfortunately, I seem to have developed an intolerance to dairy and proceeded to puke. It was so embarrassing. We were laughing and having a grand time one moment, and I was puking into Joauquin's cup the next. I felt so bad that I had to end the night that way.


The next day, I wanted to go to the mall to buy myself little somethings. I told my cousin that I'm going out, blah, blah, blah. Later, I decided to order online because the branch I'm going to doesn't have the CC cream I want and the makeup brush I wanted was of of stock. I decided that I wouldn't go to all the trouble of dressing up and paying for my train fare for a $4 eyebrow kit. Instead, I ordered everything online. When my cousin and her family got back, she surprised me with a powder compact from The Face Shop (a quality Korean cosmetics brand) and a big bar of Kitkat Cookies and Cream chocolate.

I did not expect anything at all! We had pizza for dinner to celebrate my birthday. :)

Today, on the day itself, I went to mass. I always like to start my day with prayer, it gives me clarity and purpose. I gave thanks to God for giving me this beautiful life. Earlier, I was awakened by a call from my parents and sister. In times like these, I am so grateful for their love and support. They told me they will have spaghetti and fried chicken with my kids later.

At 20, I was itching to be free of my family and get married to the love of my life. The possibilities were endless, career-wise. We had plans of emigrating to the US and get married there. Now, 10 years on, I am re-starting my nursing career. I am married almost 5 years, with two adorable children. My husband adores me and our marriage is strong. I have had the honor of raising my children and being there for them full-time for 2 years. I have mended bridges with my parents and siblings. I may not have as many friends as before, but the friends I have now are true. I consider those my successes.

Having been given this opportunity to start a life in Australia is something that I am very grateful to God for. My parents funded everything, with some pocket money from Jeno's aunt. My children are well-looked after. I have been given the chance to live as a single lady for the past 6 months: no worrying about my babies and husband, no stressing about budget, etc. This is the part that I skipped in my 20s that I have now been given.

I don't mind missing my husband's birthday or our 5th wedding anniversary, if only I get sponsored by an employer for a working visa. I'm sure it will be worth it. We will have more years (and money) to celebrate them.

My 20s have been turbulent. May my 30s be more focused, prosperous, and serene. :)

xoxo