My Dream House

Everyday I pass by this house two blocks from where I work. I always took a short stop infront of it and looked at the house that's now newly renovated, that's until construction workers arrived. Now, I just take long glimpses of it at the corner of my left eye. If it's occupants saw me before I bet they'd think I'm a stalker or a mad woman who's after one of them. Maybe they'd unleash their ferocious dogs and have them devour me alive. Hahaha. Okay, my imagination has run away with me.

I've always dreamed of a very wide lawn. I don't care if my house is a simple hut (like the traditional Filipino house, the bahay kubo). When I went to Countryclub with a friend I was asked if I wish for such a big property like the club. I said I covet the land area but not the infrastructure. I don't really like a big house.

It's a simple house that I like. I could imagine a mansion that's almost haunted with ghosts because of its coldness and much space. Besides, I may not find my children nor husband in it. We all might be spending every day in such a grandiose house without knowing we're in it.

But I would like my own library where my favorite collections of books could be found and read. In that mini-library I'd put a couch, two sofas and perhaps a couple of desks. Wait, is this possible in a nipa hut. Hahaha. Oh, I mustn't forget my own room where I could spend a night in when my hubby and I are in a fight. (kidding!)

A porch with a swing for two or three must be built on the front of my little abode. There I could also spend cool nights and warm afternoons reading a book, alone or with my children while waiting for my husband.

The most important of all is the spacious lawn that would surround my hoouse. I imagine my family and dogs spending much time playing, running, laughing and having tea times there. Of course, I hopoe that my dream house would be filled with joy, faith and love. I guess it's those things that matter most.:)

sweets...yummy

I am a lover of sweets. I qualify them into two categories: the candies and the chocolates. The former is not so much an obsession as the latter though. Candies make my tummy go wild especially at night and during the coldest months. Chocolates on the other hand are my waterloo. I couldn't resist them.

Let me tell you about my love for chocolates, and I'll begin with what happened yesterday...

I caught the "c" virus (cough in layman's terms) two days ago. I've been spending nights with the dry cough and days at work with it. Yesterday I had the headache and all that came with it. And so, I said I'd keep away from everything that would make the virus stronger. I was really doing well until I came home and was left alone.

Coffee, candies, cakes, chocolates, and all that have have a high sugar content should be avoided if I wanted my cough to be better. Well, the coffee after lunch was fine and the desserts that followed. I was the "mighty Cheri" then. I would deserve an award for staying away from them. Now came the afternoon and the solitude. I don't take medicines unless the situation calls me to. So I brought out my shin noodle (It's a Korean noodle that proved effective in curing many sicknesses.), poured hot water in the cup and dug into it. I felt my body warming up and my headache easing away. Then I uncovered the plate on the center table. Alas! All defenses gone! There infront of me was Snowcake, super dark brown with its chocolate-ness tempting me to eat it---no, just a taste!

Okay, just a taste...and another...then another... I coughed a very bad one. I had too much already and so when I woke up this morning my voice was husky and almost gone. Lesson: parents should keep all temptations away from their children's reach. (Do I still make sense?!?)

Chocolates are always my buddies. They are in my room. When I travel they are with me. When I'm all stressed and lonesome they ease all the depression and sadness way. Even during my college years, I took them with me when I had my nose bleeding exams.

There's just one shocking confrontation I encountered regarding my love for chocolates. A former co-teacher before teased me about it. She said chocolates are aphrodisiacs. That's the first time I met that word and never have I forgotten it. She and a handful more of colleagues said that that's the reason why men give their ladies chocolates. It's not to show they're sweet! It's a hidden motive they have that's darker than the color of their gift.

Oh well, that's not stopped me from loving chocolates, not even a reason to prevent me from accepting them as presents from both female and male friends. Even the running joke at work that goes, "A moment in your lips...a LIFETIME in your hips," hasn't petered out my desire for these mouth-watering rich food.