“I will prepare healthy lunch box for my hubby. Or anything he requests be put in it. 
I have recently been practicing how to cook, and preparing boxed lunches for the both of us is a part of the morning routine. Packing our own lunches is worthwhile for me, and saves a lot of money!
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25 May 2009, Photo by Alex
I was not able to celebrate Sablay’s 7th anniversary because I have been preoccupied and indisposed.
But I have a new anniversary to take note of, as this is a start of another phase in my life. Being married.
Truth be told, it had all been so fast. But I don’t regret it. Not one bit.
I am sorry I am not able to say more, as I am still reeling from the fact that I am now married to a man I love. But know this, I am really, really happy. Maybe I could still wish we had made more time to prepare for it, but hey, we have more time to prepare for our church wedding.
Empty Bed by xymonau
I wake up abruptly, my eyes adjusting quickly to the darkness of the room. I lay still for awhile staring up at the ceiling. I then shift so my hand can reach my MacBook’s trackpad to bring the screen back to life. I squint at the top right corner and look at the time— 4:11 AM.
I lower my head, then shift again to lie on my back again. I stare at the ceiling again. It has been the third time I woke up since I went to bed at 1 in the morning. I rub my furrowed brows as I close my eyes to try and get back to sleep.
The same dream every time I go back…
A shadowed figure concealed in the darkness, and blurred by the window blinds.
A deep, threatening disembodied voice.
An unexplainable fear.
An in my dream, I’d hug my sister and shout at it to keep it at bay. But it’d return the next day, still there, outside by the window.
One of those times, I’d try and run away from it. The figure is gone, but the voice follows, hovering over my head.
Another time, I’d be in a room full of people, but I’d be the only one hearing it. I would then cry out and tell my mother that I must be going crazy, then break down and cry.
I do not remember what the voice kept telling me. But I do remember that it made me fear for my life and have me screaming. And every time I scream in my dream, I wake up again.
I decide to try and sleep again. Hoping this time, I sleep a dreamless sleep.
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