Project Photo a Day | Day 5 : Silly Daddy

Mr W wins hands-down as The Fun Parent between us two. No contest! 

Project Photo a Day 2013 | Day 4: Yum-yum

We had a little birthday party for Ronen today with his little friends. It was crazy, busy, messy but most importantly, happy. And with lots of goodies which were yummy!

I still cannot believe he's three. That's 1, 2, 3. Wasn't he just a baby, like, yesterday?!

Project Photo a Day 2013 | Day 3 : Hurry Up, Mum!

Today was the first day of the year that I went out on a shoot and the kids were at my sister-in-law's. I am very thankful we have family nearby who are always happy to have them when needed and more importantly, the kids have a happy place to park for a bit while mum goes to work.

 

 

Project Photo A Day 2013 | Day 2 : Sit Still

When Wander Girl is in one of her creative moods, there is nothing that can get in the way of what she wants to do. So when she decides to draw on you, you have no choice but to sit still and not flinch!

(On another note, 10:46 in the morning and we were still in our pjs--hurray for lazy holidays!)

Project Photo A Day | Day 1 : Ride With Me

For the third year running, I have been doing a personal photo project every January--posting a photo of my family every day for a month. This came after realising that I don't take enough photos of my own children. It's always a challenge, as I tend to forget about my camera during my down time, especially when I am at home. But at the end of the month, when I have done it, there is a sense of achievement.

Day 1 : Ride with Me

This is Wander Boy's first bike ride on his first bike, which he got on his third birthday a couple of days ago.

Boy Friends

Male-Female friendships are tricky. For as long as I can remember, I've always been surrounded by men. Now, I don't mean to sound so much as a ho, but truth is, I've always had plenty of male friends. And half that plenty are gay. I do love my gay friends. They are creative, interesting, fun, honest, fashionable, trendy, and most of all, downright loyal. When I was a student and was a wee bit naughty, I remember always feeling safe when I was with my gay friends. But I digress. My friendships with my gays are not the tricky bit. I can even say they have been the most constant.

I am talking about my friendships with the men of the straight kind. And of these, I admit, I don't have a lot of.

I can honestly think of two friendships with straight men that I can truly say have been a cut above the rest. One was a guy I had met on a student conference. We were polar opposites. He was a student activist while I was the campus poster girl. But for some reason, we just got on really well. We wrote long letters to each other, spoke on the phone often, and we saw each other when we can. Nothing romantic about it all. He had a girlfriend, which for strange reasons, I never actually met. We still keep in touch now via Facebook, but distance and life took its toll and we just don't "talk" as much as used to. But I know he is there, watching me over cyberspace and still a part of my life.

The other friend is a guy I met during my first year working in Japan. He was on a one-year internship in Tokyo and we had met at church. We got on like wildfire. We spent a lot of time together, just us two and with other people. There wasn't any physical attraction of any sort--we were more like brother and sister. He was great fun and a great character, but also a bit too smug and cocky--which I both loved and loathed. We were very honest with each other. I remember one day, we were analysing our friendship and he told me, "See, this is why we work. I know you don't fancy me." And to which I replied, "Because you are definitely not my type." There was a lot of banter, and pretty much a lot of fun. His year in Japan ended and he went back to the UK. I felt so lost initially. I had lost the Clyde to my Bonnie. But as you do, I got on with my life and a few months later, I met my husband. That is a completely different story... but fast forward to five years later and we are married and decide to move to the UK. I thought my friend and I can pick up where we left off now that we were in the same country again. But after that one time the three of us got together and it was evident that he didn't get along with my husband, I knew things had changed. We did try to make it work, but at the end of it, there was really no way. We had a massive falling out and sadly, we have lost touch.

I do miss having a male friend. The sad truth is that when you have a friendship with a man who is totally outside your relationship with your husband, it takes hard work. I don't think my husband is the jealous type. But if he feels uncomfortable about my friendship with another dude, I'm afraid, I have to take his side. It's an awful thing to say. But things just become so different when you get married. Suddenly, you can't just open up thoughts and feelings to another person of the opposite sex without your partner feeling somewhat cheated.

It's all very strange. And a little bit unfortunate.

But it does make me wonder though. Is it possible for a married person to have a deep friendship with a person of the opposite sex, without jeopardising anything?

In a marriage, are Boy Friends off limits just as much as boyfriends?

Welcome to Wanderwish

Wanderwish is a wanderer's tale.

I am a mum to two children: Wander Girl and Wander Boy and have been married to Mr Wander for almost 9 years. We live in a lovely town near London (but not in London) here in the UK. I have also lived in the Philippines (where I am from) and Tokyo, Japan.

I am a photographer.

I love traveling.

I am a hapless collector of handbags and shoes. I own too many of them. And I have no room for most of them in my cupboard.

I love dressing up. Before children, I paid more attention on what I wore. Having had them, all that attention went out the window and comfort won over style. Now that they are slightly older and have grown out of babyhood, I find myself having more time to look after myself. And thus, this blog came alive.

I love finding treasures in the most unlikely places, most usually the local charity/thrift shops in our area. As much as I would love to spend my hard-earned money on that one amazing handbag, I would really rather not. This is why finding a great bargain--either in the charity shops or on the sales--gives me such a buzz. I get a lot of satisfaction from getting something fantastic at a fraction of the price. What can I say, I am also a bit shallow.

I am a wanderer, and Wanderwish is my haven. This is a mummy blog, a fashion blog, a photo blog, a travel blog, a personal blog, a lifestyle blog, a whatever-I-wish-it-to-be blog.

Welcome to Wanderwish.

It's lovely to meet you.