Wednesday, December 24, 2014

anniversary

Today marks the 10th anniversary of this blog. Congratulations to me. Whatevs.


Friday, November 07, 2014

miggers

Found this artwork among a pile of papers that the little big man took out of his school bag last night. Posting this so someday he can look back and say he actually did this and what he wrote came true.



It reads:

MIGGERS
-kinda sporty
-kind
-love video games
-lovable

MIND
I want to learn the lessons if life. Life must challenge me!

HANDS
I will not only use my hands for video games. But also for helping out poor people.

HEART
I want to embody on how kind I am. I may be makulit but I'm kind. Note: I'm also sift hearted.

FEET
I will only walk forward not afraid of the future. I wish to have a good future.


To know oneself is to study oneself in action with another person.
~Bruce Lee

Monday, November 03, 2014

conversations

the little girl and me  few weeks ago while walking on our way to the grocery. not verbatim. but it went something like this.

mas favorite ko si daddy kaysa sa yo. i love you pero mas love ko si daddy ng konti. pero i love you.

so mas love mo si daddy kaysa sa akin?

uhmm...oo... pero konti lang.. ikaw 99%, si daddy 100%

ah ok.

parang ikaw mas favorite mo si kuya kaysa sa akin.



Children begin by loving their parents; 
as they grow older they judge them;
sometimes they forgive them.
~Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

Thursday, October 30, 2014

the ice cream maker

it's the kids' 4th day without school. semestral break. the little girl's been begging me to bring her with me to the office and i've promised her that she can go to the office with me today. just because.

early on, the office has issued a memo no longer allowing employee's children in the premises. it was brought about by an incident among the owners' relatives who fought over one of the kids. long story. so anyway, before going to work with my little girl in tow, i told her that in case the guard does not allow her inside, we will have to go home.

when we got there, guard was all smiles. we went in smoothly without question. officemates who missed her since she was there a lot last summer, were so glad to see her. immediately, i set her on the table behind me doing some papercraft. she was well-behaved and wasn't a nuisance at all.

then one of the HR personnel called my attention about the memo. i immediately said i'll just leave the office with my daughter. it wasn't a big deal really. i knew it was coming but i just took the chance since everyone in the office knew i always bring her there whenever she had no classes.

i decided to take it as an opportunity to bond with her so i told her we will go to the mall instead. perfect timing cause it was already 10am. as we walked out of the office, the little girl started sobbing, saying "i'm sorry mommy, i'm sorry mommy..." i appeased her, telling her it was ok, it wasn't her fault. but she kept on saying i'm sorry as tears fell down her cheeks. i hugged her to me and reassured her that it was ok and we will just enjoy our day.

we ended up in toy kingdom. 

we ended up with a toy ice cream maker.



later, she apologized to her dad as well. she was actually afraid to tell her dad about it and was teary-eyed again as she explained to her dad that she didn't want it to happen. again i told her it was alright. 

then she asked, pano yan san ka na kukuha ng money? wala ka nang work?

and it dawned on me, the reason why she was sooo sad was all the while she thought i lost my job because she went to the office with me. 

this made me a bit mad at what happened. this made me want to get back at that wretched office policy for not allowing my kid in there. i could only imagine the trauma my little girl felt all these hours since morning!

and so i told her over and over again that it wasn't her fault and that i didn't get fired. my dear daughter..... 

so we made ice cream instead.



Children are happy because they don't have 
a file in their minds called "All things that could go wrong."
~Marianne Williamson

Sunday, October 12, 2014

new pet

and so we got ourselves a cat last week.

i finally gave in and got the kids a siamese kitten.

his name is groot.



he slept on our bed the first night but he pooped on it so he is officially out of the bedroom at night. he's all sweet and cute and all that cat thingy but i cannot bring myself to cuddle him the way the kids do.

but i'm glad he's here cause the kids got some responsibility in their hands. and the fighting lessened a bit. just a bit.

If animals could speak, the dog would be a blundering outspoken fellow
but the cat would have the rare grace of never saying a word too much.
~Mark Twain

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

daddy

My dad, now 80, in the entire time that I have lived my own number of years, has never been confined in a hospital due to illness.


Until now.

My mom always said that my dad was less stressed between the two of them. She's 13 years younger than him. But she's the one who gets these headaches every so often and catches the flu more than dad does.

When I was a kid, I looked up to him (well, not physically coz I got my height from him) and was even afraid of him. I'd like to believe that I'm "mabait" because when I was little, I was afraid of being hit by his belt if I misbehaved. Which happened a lot to my older brother. Well, I am naturally mabait, aside from that. Tee-hee!! 😋

My dad is also naturally mabait. He can be a terror to some people but I know that is just his front. He is a caring man who takes care of his brothers and sisters and nephews and nieces long after it was his responsibility. He takes care of me and my mom and my brothers. Until now.

When my brother texted me yesterday that he was to be brought to the hospital, I had this sudden fear of the inevitable. Praying for his recovery now and many more years ahead.

"I cannot think of any need in childhood 
as strong as the need for a father's protection."
~Sigmund Freud


Wednesday, September 17, 2014

badminton

A couple of my tkd mom friends in Bulacan have started playing badminton last week to keep in shape. I used to play too and today, I found this in my Inbox which I emptied a while back.

This was written by me back in 2004. Not blogging yet but I was emailing myself a diary like this. Looking back, this was the time when I was with my former employer, doing garment merchandising work for a men's, women's and children's brand. I was 3 years married, with my first born son around 1 and a half years old.

Yes, I was and forever will be, emo.
~~~~

As I write, I am in an internet cafe whiling away my time as I wait for Cesar from work.  It's my day off from work today after a long and grueling week of non-stop pressures on responsibilities and tasks that I do not have a choice but to complete. 
 
Last night was my first time to play badminton.  I was with a couple of officemates at Omni Sports Complex near our place. It was a good outlet after my busy week.  Everytime I would smash the shuttlecock, I can see the problems I've had all week smashing down on my opponents side of the court.  Every drop of sweat that broke out of my skin was a welcome relief from all the tears I've wanted to shed due to the stress I've experienced the last five days.  Everytime I picked up a fallen shuttlecock from the floor, I saw myself picking up the pieces of a broken promise I gave to my Mom since last month.  And after the game, chugging down a whole bottle of mineral water, I felt calm....
 
I'm going back to that court next Friday!
 
08 May 2004

empty inbox

Today, just a while ago, I did something crazy.



Deleted 4,000+ emails, from way back 2004 when I created that email account.

No, it's not my birthday. I'm not dying. I'm not about to start something new in my life. I'm not resigning from my job. I'm not angry or running away from my past.

No, there is no special reason why I did what I did.

I just felt like it. 

Carpe diem!
Sieze the day!

Tuesday, September 02, 2014

Folding the page

I've been meaning to write this entry since Sunday but I couldn't find on Google the poem I wanna write about. The poem was read to us by our priest during mass that day and it stuck to me.  I was almost teary-eyed.

So the poem goes something like the author chancing upon an old text book in the attic and when he opened it, he found a folded page.  On it was written fold this page for now because you're too young to understand, but someday you'll understand. And now that he's grown and found that old textbook, he read the page again and then, yes, he understood.

Those words spoke to me about my family situation now. It's hard the way things have turned out. I cannot fathom why this happened to me and my family. I even wondered what I'd done wrong to deserve this punishment. If this was karma, what have I done to deserve this fate? I cannot understand. I've prayed and prayed for better days but it has become worse.

So what to do? Let God. I've lifted everything up to Him. Someday, I'll understand. I'm folding this page for now.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

12th


The little big man is turning 12 years old today. I can't believe I've been a mother for a dozen years already. We've had a lot to go through as mother and son. He's my little knight who gets me through my down days, inspires me to go further who hugs and kisses me at just the right moments.

Like last night, i posted this picture on my instagram a few minutes before midnight. Then I turned off the lights and cozied up in between him and the little girl. At exactly 12:00, officially his birthday, I nudged him and whispered in his ear, Happy birthday.

He was in deep sleep i know but he moved a bit and he kissed me on the cheek and hugged me to him and whispered, I love you too.

That teared me up.

~~~~~~
"Son, you outgrew my lap but never my heart."
~read from somewhere

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

blessed

Woke up today to this.





A clean living room.

Not worrying about doing the laundry.
(Yes our kasambahay arrived last Sunday and officially started work yesterday.)
The slow steady breathing of my two sleeping kids.
New haircut and hair color from yesterday's me time.
Cooking 3-cheese fetuccini pasta and toasting garlic buttered baguettes for breakfast. (So who says it has to be eggs benedict all the time? Hehe)
Tuesday and it's a non-working holiday.


Thank you for blessing me in more ways than I know.




Reflect upon your present blessings --
of which every man has many --
not on your past misfortunes, of which all men have some.
~Charles Dickens 


Saturday, July 26, 2014

long weekend

Jump started my long weekend with these babies.

Green King fridate at Ramen Nagi.

Eggs Benedict which I made from scratch on Saturday morning.


Sunday, July 20, 2014

pets

So I decided to name my pets.




Trivial but I'll share with you the stories behind their names.


Fave was the first to be baptized although he's my 6th adopted. When I posted this pic of them six on Instagram, my friend commented "Fave!" And that's it.



Being the 6th and starting with F, I decided to alphabeticize their names so I know who came first when eventually they become many.


So first is Aries.
The hubby's zodiac sign. He, being my first cactus before all of this. I say this, with the belief that cacti are plants that survive in the dessert, take time and patience to flower and their thorns can hurt but only to protect themselves. Enough said.


Second is Blow.
Just because.


Third is Chorizo or Choz for short.
Just look at him and you'll know why.


Fourth is Dizzy.
She grows in many different directions I'm thinking eventually I will have to break her and replant a part of her and make it her mini-me and call it Dizzielet.


Fifth is Elle.
Well, she's elegant and regal and sosyal so she deserves the name of a supermodel.


So there. My new companions in the little garden. ❤🌵🌱🌼


Monday, July 14, 2014

just another weekend

Hello Monday morning!

It was a productive weekend. By that I mean, I was able to finish 4 weeks worth of laundry including 3 bedsheets. I bought new curtains.

I bought two new cacti and a potted giant rose plant.




I didn't do my tryinghardchef stint this time, except for the mandatory buttered shrimp for the little girl. But I did buy a tom yum soup pack for next weekend's shrimp. For a change. 😊 I also bought Yummy, a recipe magazine so I'm sure to try out new food this week. I am excited about that.

Kids and I attended The Feast Valenzuela again yesterday (2nd time this month). So heartwarming. Kids think we should attend it every week. Which makes me really glad that they like worship.

We haven't gone to taekwondo training for 3 weeks. It feels sad not to be able to go and letting my kids' "athleticity" go to naught. But last night Mommy O called and said the coach wants the little big man in the national tournament on the 26th. That's two weeks away so we gotta work up our schedule to be able to train.

So I'm off to a brand new week. Wish me luck. Good vibes only. God's will, God's time.


Tuesday, July 08, 2014

little sick girl 😰

Last night, the little girl at dinner told me to bring her to the hospital. What I know she meant was to bring her to the doctor for check-up. This is so unlike her and I am a bit worried. No, actually, i'm very worried that I'm already imagining brain cancer. Forgive me for being OA but I'm coming from my friend Allie's experience where her 13 year old son passed out after just 3 days of fever and was never revived.

Backtracking, last Thursday night the little girl had fever and a headache. I gave her Tempra. When she awoke the next morning, she said her head still ached but I convinced her it was nothing and made her  go to school. By lunch time she had fever again and was sent home by the school clinic. I had to leave work early to get to her but she was fine when I got home and was already playing with her cousins.

Saturday she was ok. At least I think she was. On Sunday, we attended The Feast and she felt shivery and had headache again. 

Yesterday (Monday) at school she said she went to the school clinic again for an hour with slight fever. Which brings us back to last night.

Pediatric doctor, here we come. I'm hoping it's just fatigue over the last 3 weeks that she's been on whole day classes. Fingers crossing and then palms clasping in prayer now.


Saturday, July 05, 2014

Feeling foodie

Recently been doing a lot of stuff in our little kitchen. And I must say I've been enjoying the time I spend there. It's one of the blessings I consider that God has given me after the major changes in our little family. 


Just for the record, here are some of the stuff I've been busy with, serving my little big man and little girl these past weeks.

Hungarian sausage and scrambled eggs

The last 2 months, I also started the habit of going to the palengke every Saturday morning to buy food, fruits and... shrimp! Shrimp is the little girl's favorite and being the picky eater that she is, this is the only food she would eat with gusto. She would even help with the cooking.





Then there's my obsession with plating and instagramming my work. I search the internet for recipes that not only taste good, but look good as well. It feels good to prepare these for my kids. And I know they appreciate the effort, esp the little big man who even told me last week that I should stop working and just stay home and take care of them like this. Oh how I wish I could do that!

Tuna pesto pasta + Four seasons
Lemon infused water + Fruit loops + s'mores + 3-cheese & tomato pasta
Tuna & alfalfa rolls / sandwich

Salad composed of cucumber, lettuce, carrots, avocado and yes, alfalfa sprouts + vinegrette

Food for the body is not enough. 
There must be food for the soul.
~Dorothy Day

Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Parang sabi ni God...

Today I posted this on my Instagram account. Now I'm thinking of starting a blog of all these little instances when I think God is trying to tell me something. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

When I was about to water the plants this morning, it rained a little. Parang sabi ni God, "Sige na anak, mag instagram ka muna. Sagot ko na ang plants." #blessed #simplejoys


Tapos umaraw na ulit. Sabi nya, "O maglaba ka na."



Thursday, June 19, 2014

the aftermath

Every morning since June 9 the first day of school, I look forward to a view like this. 


Well not necessarily this as in this coz this pic was art directed and posted on my Instagram account. But every morning, I look forward to that moment when the kids have boarded the school bus and I am back on the dining table staring at the leftovers of a hurriedly-eaten, half-eaten  or uneaten breakfast. In this case, empty mason jars of milk.

Usually I wake up at 4:30am -- more or less -- depending on last night's episode of Pinoy Big Brother or if it took me long browsing Facebook/Instagram or if I stayed up farming on Hayday. The first thing I do is iron the kids' uniforms. Then heat up water for their bath. Put together a nice, healthy (yeah right) breakfast. 

I wake the little girl first. Actually I carry her to the bathroom and wake her with the first splashes of water. After her, I wake the little big man. And while he bathes, I drag the little girl to the dining table and force feed her. I check their school bags. I pack their snacks. I try never to forget the little girl's water. I make sure to put lunch money in the little big man's pockets. Then he comes out for his breakfast. They try to annoy each other which takes up some time. I flare up a bit. I make them drink milk and vitamins. I have to remind them, always, to brush their teeth.

Before we know it, the school bus is downstairs. So we head out and then, just like that, they're gone.

Leisurely, I would go back upstairs. Sit somewhere, give a deep sigh of relief. This. Is. This. The aftermath of the beginning of my day.

Then I would load up the washing machine while watering the plants. I would clean up the mess on the dining table, wash dishes, fix the bedroom, go back outside to rinse and hang the clothes from the washing machine. I would sneak in a few minutes of Instagram and Hayday. I would fold clothes from the previous day's laundry.

After all of this is the time when I will take a bath, clean my nails and get ready for work. By 7:30am, I'm off to the office.


The phrase "working mother" is redundant.

Now let's talk about when I get back at home in the evening. And not to mention, my day at work.

Saturday, May 17, 2014

driver

something about not being able to drive a car has been holding me back all my life. after I graduated from college at age 20, I have set my mind that by 25 i would be driving my own car. but here i am forty-something and all and i just finished driving school a few weeks ago.

so now, i'll be driving my own life. shoulda done this a long time ago.

Thursday, May 15, 2014

guess who's cooking!

so i've been proud of the little achievements i've had about cooking for the family. 

but today, the little big man did it too. a couple of times, i've told him that it's about time he learns to cook simple meals, and rice. so last night, i taught him, with the lights out and we were about to go to sleep, how to cook instant noodles. i was specific about how to turn the stove on and off because i don't want him causing a fire or getting himself burned. i told him the danger of turning it on and not having any flame being that the gas is coming out in the air and he doesn't know it and once he clicks it again, it might burst into flames. yeah, quite morbid to imagine but it's better that he knows than to regret later.

this morning, he texted me and asked again the step by step procedure. i called him and again, told him how to fire up the stove, how many cups of water to put for 2 packs, when to put in the noodles, when to pour the seasoning, how to find out if it's cooked...i told him again to be extra careful with the stove and to make sure it's turned off after cooking.

in less than 30 minutes, he texted me: 
Mommy success! Ang sarap 15 May 2014  9:49am



i'm so proud of him. he's learning to be a more responsible young man everyday. he still has a lot to learn i know, but these baby steps are all he needs and he'll be on his way. makes me a bit dreadful that soon he won't need me anymore. just this morning, he was talking about going out and exploring the world on his bike. i told him he can only bike around the neighborhood but never outside the subdivision but i will never know for sure, right? the last month, he and his little sister have been on their own during mornings (being that it's summer break here) and although they still fight a lot, i know that soon, he will be able to take on, seriously, his role as big brother.

i only pray for him and the little girl that God guides them always and that i will be able to instill in them the right values and morals they need to become the best that they can be when they grow up.

It's easier to build strong children
than to repair broken men.
~Frederick Douglass

chito's proposal to neri

y'all know i'm a sucker for wedding proposal videos and chito miranda. i feel you, neri.


Tuesday, May 13, 2014

growing plants

i am not into plants. i'm into pets but i don't have a pet because i cannot take care of one, what with my hyperactive, choleric, type A personality kids who take up my time and energy. i do not want plants in my life as much as i don't want pets because of the responsibility they bring.

but i've been watering my mom's plants daily for over a month now. i don't have a choice because they are placed in the front yard of our little penthouse for the longest time and there is no one to take care of them now but me. so just this summer, i get up at 5:30 in the morning to water them. everyday.

and i dunno... i've grown a slight attachment to them. i pick out dried leaves and weed out those unsightly grass that grow here and there.  i got guilty when i went on vacation for 2 days and i got home and some of them dried up a bit. i also began to treat my daily watering chore as a form of exercise, what with me dipping the tabo in the timba for each potted plant. and boy, have i got a lot of potted plants to pour into so you can just imagine how many times i bend over and carry each tabo of water to each plant.

anyway, this morning, i was in awe to find most of "my" plants healthy and.... flowering!





over the last month, i've grown too with my plants. just as i did my best to nurture them, i nurtured myself. i've learned to be self-reliant now more than ever. things i never did before on my own, i can now do by myself. cooking. laundry. house-cleaning. more recently, driving. and basically, managing my household. i have re-affirmed that God gave me trials and hard times for me to become a better person. just as those plants experienced dry season, they are now blooming in summertime.

yeah. me. blooming in summertime. :)

belated happy mother's day to me.


A garden requires labor and attention. 
Plants do not grow merely to satisfy ambitions or to fulfill good intentions.
They thrive because someone expended effort on them.
~Liberty Hyde Bailey


Tuesday, May 06, 2014

working mom

let me forwarn you. this will be tearful.

this morning, the little big man woke up with fever while i was preparing to go to work. 

(you must know that our little family is coping with the hubby in neverland and it's just the kids and me in the little home for over a month now.)

i gave him biogesic. yes, he's taking tablet medicine now. i asked him if he was ok and he said no. he has a headache. i asked him if he wants me not to go to work and stay with him.

ikaw bahala was his reply.
(it's up to you.)

what to do? any normal, sane, caring mother knows very well that means he doesn't want to impose but of course he wants me to stay with him.

so i picked up my phone to text the office that i was not coming to work. 

before sending the text, i thought of all the things i have to do at work today. i thought of 3 scheduled meetings. i thought of my friend/officemate/department-partner who has already informed me in advance that she might not be in today so there won't be anyone to delegate the work today. i thought of the would-be-loss of 1 day's salary. 

i went back to the little big man and whispered to him that i really have to go to work. that i want to stay with him but i have committed to those 3 meetings and that there will be no one else to do the work today and so i cannot NOT go to work.

he said ok.

now, i'm at work. and i am guilty as hell. so judge me.

tears. tears and tears of regret.

sorry, anak.

She never quite leaves her children at home, 
even when she doesn't take them along.
~Margaret Culkin Banging



Friday, May 02, 2014

Good Day

I must say I had a productive day today. Second time this week. The first was last Monday, I didn't go to work but ended up enrolling in driving school, getting my student permit and finally getting my kids their new Samsung Tab3 and Samsung S Duos.

Today, a Friday, I didn't go to work again. Spent the first two waking hours driving. My teacher, Aban, is as short as me. Literally same height. He is so cool and kind I don't want anybody else to teach me.

After my lesson, the kids and I went to Notre for their enrollment. How can hard-earned money just go like that in an instant?

Insert picture here of receipt

When we got home I cooked for my mom. Later in the afternoon, I suddenly wanted to cook spaghetti for the kids. Yes, I did. Butbi found that my speghetti sauce ia expired by over a year. (Remember? I dont really cook, right.) Ran off to SM with tge little girl to get Three-cheese pasta sauce. Shopped a little too and got the little girl's school supplies.

My spaghetti was a hit. Then cooked fried chicken (in Japanese breading) later tonight for a late- night supper which the kids really enjoy. The late-night supper, I mean.

If you don't know me well, let me tell you that it's a big deal that I am cooking. And it's making me happy that I am able to do this for my kids.

Real proud of myself today.


Monday, April 21, 2014

worry

i am such a worrywart. well, i've always been like that but recently, however much i try to think positive, sometimes, it just creeps up behind me -- that feeling of unhappiness and dissatisfaction. God knows i've done all the necessary self-motivation just so i can get away from the sadness but really, sometimes, it just comes.


Thursday, April 17, 2014

Moving on

So I started using some new products for my face for 2 days now. I am planning on making myself look and feel more beautiful and confident. I won't divulge until I get some good results. Of course, the mandatory "before" shots were taken and after I finish off the products, I'll take an "after" shot to see of anything actually happened.

And let me just add that about a month ago, i also started taking these anti-oxidants and minerals (essentials from usana).

So there.

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Tuesday, April 15, 2014

Me Time

Sometimes I just want to put my feet up and relax. Had a foot spa and pedi earlier and it felt so good.



I've been a bit emo since last night. My thoughts went on like this: I used to be fun.

I imagined how the friends I have now see me compared to the friends who knew me when I was... fun. I wished they would know the person that I was before I became...this.

Thursday, April 10, 2014

how to cook eggs properly

i so need this video as future reference. indulge me.

it's been a while that i've been cooking meals for my kids at home now. i'm getting the hang of it. 

last week, my only fail was the pineapple chicken which turned out to be too sweet.  so far, i've done chicken sinigang, pork sinigang, sauteed squash and sitaw (which was a hit even with my parents), fried pork chops (which was kinda hard, according to my son, but tasty)...

but my fascination with all kinds of egg recipes is getting bigger. next thing you know, i'm making eggs benedict!

i should start stalking following this erwan heusaff guy.



It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: 
it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. 
We are like eggs at present. 
And you cannot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. 
We must be hatched or go bad.

~ C.S. Lewis

Thursday, April 03, 2014

conversations

High impact conversation with Julla last night.

She was on a tantrum spree. I say spree, because it got really long and dramatic the last few times that she ranted.

Last night I was telling her about not appreciating my efforts to give her what she wants. So I went like this:

Minsan di ako kumakain ng lunch para makatipid. Para may pambili ako ng gusto nyo. Para mapag aral ko kayo sa Notre, hindi dyan sa public.
   
Girl kept crying. Actually, more like howling. She replied angrily, E di dyan na lang ako sa Serrano mag aaral!

Hindi naman yun ang point ko. Sana lang maapreciate nyo yung sacrifices ko for you.

She then insisted sa Serrano na lang ako mag-aaral! (That's the public school near our house.)

Basta kumain ka lang. Kase pag di ka kumain, mamamatay ka. Wala rin! Wala! Wala!!

Oo nga naman.


Sunday, March 30, 2014

chef duties

This may seem like I'm patronizing myself but really, you all know I hate cooking, and now I cooked yet again.

Some of you know why I am sometimes forced to cook for my kids. Some of you don't. But then I won't explain it to those who don't.

So here is what I did this morning.


Yesterday the little girl asked for chicken sinigang. She wanted soup because she wasn't feeling very well. I must say I did a fairly good job because she end her brother ate it all.

The last few times the hubby was away, I've got to say, I've been enjoying preparing my kids' food. I've enjoyed going to the grocery and the wet market even, and being able to choose the stuff our little family will eat. If this situation keeps on, I might as well get an oven and learn to bake. Hah! That'll be the day.

Sometimes I think ma be if I wasn't working full time, I may be able to domesticate myself and really be good at it. Oh did I tell you I've been doing laundry too?


Wednesday, March 05, 2014

Note To Self

last night, i posted this on my facebook wall and pondered upon it.





today, i talked to our company's hr manager and shared it with him -- somehow letting him know that this is my mindset for now regarding the current goings-on in the company. 


maybe another mantra in connection to this is this song that my little girl has been busy memorizing and singing almost every hour that she's awake:





my advice -- to myself -- since i guess i don't see myself leaving the company in the very near future, is to go with it, do my best, shun negative thoughts. Work.

Friday, February 28, 2014

broken nose



it was an uneventful sunday. until that fateful moment when the little big man mistakenly turned away, looked back and his opponent's foot hit him right smack on the nose. i stared at my boy, his nose bleeding while two moms approached him, applied ice on his nose. coach approached too and called off the game.

a technical knockout.

and here i go again, saying, he could've won the game had he not been hit on the nose. 

the following tuesday, i had him checked by a EENT doctor who declared, without batting an eyelash, that the little big man needs to undergo surgery -- as in, general anesthesia kind of surgery.  the f---?! at first, i was stunned. all i could think about was somebody knifing my son's face and fixing the broken bone. (later i found out, the procedure was by way of lifting the skin from the upper lip up to the nose. no wonder he needs general anesthesia!) the next thing i thought about was how much it would cost to undergo this operation. doc said a safe ballpark figure would be 70k. the f---?! i was stunned twice over.


i held back tears as i told the hubby much later. good thing he was calm and said, a surgery probably wasn't needed anyway because there's no dislocation. which was a bit comforting. later, reading through google searches about broken noses and fractured noses, i did find that a surgery is not always the only option.

which made me relax a bit. but not until we get a 2nd, 3rd opinion from a different doctor this weekend.

meantime, as always, we got another learning experience on our list. 


“One mistake does not have to rule a person's entire life.” 

Friday, February 07, 2014

An Abraham Lincoln quote

This is just to start off my Friday morning. Looking forward to the weekend.


You cannot bring about prosperity by discouraging thrift. You cannot strengthen the weak  by weakening the strong. You cannot help the wage earner by pulling down the wage payer. You cannot further the brotherhood of man by encouraging class hatred. You cannot help the poor by destroying the rich. You cannot keep out of trouble by spending more than you earn. You cannot build character and courage by taking away man's initiative and independence. You cannot help men permanently by doing for them what they could and should do for themselves.