Hi, I’m D! I’ve been away from home for
5 years already and I miss a lot of things from there: my whole family for one, with all the drama that goes with having a pinoy clan, my friends and all the gossip they bring, and the food, with all the damaging fats and carbohyrates that peice of pork belly and cups of rice will mean on the scale, and so much more. I am a foreigner in Germany and that means a huge deficit of sun, sea and sand. Married to a foreigner (what we would call the likes of him back on the islands, here he is just a native, making me die Ausländerin) living in a non-English speaking country, raising kids without my mom a mere 10 Peso fare away from me, without an isaw stall on the corner, no chance of picking mangoes off a neighbor’s tree, no hope of having buko juice in the summer months, I am quite amazed to still be a functioning, sane person most of the time.
It’s not all sh** here though, we do have an awesome tram system, really fast internet and free education 😉
So join me as I regale you with stories of my life from my side of the world; they’re not all funny, some will be filled with anger and outrage, I will write about sadness and the occassional despression about pimples and weight and some other insecurity, money matters, and life in general. It is my hope to be entertaining but more so to be someone you all can relate to as you go though your own version of life in wherever part of the world you may be!
I am an Entrepreneur, a business woman, a baker, a music enthusiast, an artist, a wife, and a mom (a.k.a. Superwoman). I have a beautiful baby girl who is the highlight of my day and a wonderful husband who treats me like a queen. My family and I have an unquenchable thirst for travel and have been around the world for the last 5 years. These days however, we are spending most of our time in the USA.
I’m excited to share little snippets of wisdom I have learned along the way, being married to a super intelligent, and handsome American (I’m his biggest fan). Who, despite being such a macho man, runs away like a hormonal, pregnant woman when I start talking about having dried fish and pinakurat vinegar. Yep, they all do it. No matter how much of a hunk your man is. If he is not filipino, chances are, he will cringe at even the thought of dried fish. But just as he has his objections, I also have a long list of my own challenges. My life has been turned around 360 degrees just by being his wife. I had to learn to understand his expressions, his actions, his palate, his fashion, and his culture. It’s not easy, but we do it because we are in love and we are a family. So hang around and let us entertain you with our everyday little adventures.
“She has to have four arms, four legs, four eyes, two hearts, and double the love. There is nothing “single” about a single mom.” – Mandy Hale
I was born and raised in the Philippines, have lived there for 32 years and recently moved to America. Family is what my culture lives for – at least – this is what I know and believe in.
I grew up in a family of five and our relationship with each other is incomparable –we were always taught on working to make relationships work, keeping the family intact and making sure that the “in love” stage never ceases. I was brought up traditionally and the old school way and so I never thought I would one day say I am a single mom – I thought wrong.
I am a single mom to two very beautiful girls– and there is really nothing wrong with it.
Being a single mom drives me to be better in everything, in anything that I do. My girls inspire me and they keep me grounded. I am not lucky to have them – I am blessed.
I am extremely ecstatic to share with you how I have fought battles after battles on my ongoing journey as a single mom. At the same time – share with you the different episodes of my life and what is yet to come. So read on – and enjoy the ride.
I think it’s time to change my name. Die Ausländerin means the foreigner which as of July 15, 2016 I no longer am. I’ve renounced my Filipino Citizenship to become German. I don’t want to make a lot of fanfare out of it and get all theatrical and all that shit, but when the guy in the City Hall asked for my Residence Permit and told me that I no longer needed to be ‘permitted’ to reside in Germany, I stopped short and caught my breath. And while I know that a National Identity Card is really just a piece of paper, and does not change me or define me any differently now that I’ve changed allegiance, it felt symbolic of all the things that I consciously renounced. While I was not sad to be German, I was sad to no longer be Filipino.
And dli ko maghilas-hilas just because German na ko. Magluto gyapon ko ug enough to feed a barangay if magparty ko! Bulad and uyap and unlimited rice and adobo everything and PORK BELLY will always be a preference (although German food is really good noh, for the record lang, pero dli ko magsilbi anang ilang pan ug patatas). My heart will always be Filipino even if my passport is not.
Pwes, from now on, ako na si Darna! Or wait, what’s a very typical German name beh, Ute? Ursula? Naaahh… Promise, Darna na gyud ko, ok?!
Obviously, dli ko in-ani ka chicks!
DLI NA AKO HA! No copyright infringement, chicks ra kaayo na cya! Slight lang ko 😀