Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Guess Who's Back?????


Can you hear the choir in the background? How about the orchestra?

Come on and see!

I can see my followers again! After so many months...

Now, listen to the chorus as they sing

*image from Google search
So nice to see you guys, back! Told yah, I didn't delete ya'll!!!!

Monday, November 1, 2010

Art of Diversion

I had a hard time thinking of a diversion. A diversion to get cars out of my son's head. I had to buy a couple more of Disney movies--The Incredibles, Lion King 1 and 2 and Monsters Inc.. Hubby borrowed some more from his cousin like A Bug's Life, Ratatouille and a non-Disney Madagascar. He liked them, but not as much as he likes Cars.

This is my son's rendition of an angry monster--1 day of no Cars DVD

Well, anyway, one week ago, I thought of reviving Tri's interest on art (more of my interest, really). I just wanna see if he really has my Dad's blood, you know (yeah, genetically, he has my Dad's blood), I wanna see if he's got the artist's blood.

I've managed to keep a set of coloring materials from my FIL's gifts a few months back. Tri received a Disney artist set which consists of crayons, oil pastels, color pencils, felt pens, water color etc. He loved just the sight of it. He was so excited. 

He have tried crayons and felt pens before and I know that that was already boring for him.

"Mom, I am bored with colors..."

So, I tried upgrading him to water color. 

First attempt:

Painting #1:
"Fishy, fishy..."

I wanted interpretation so I asked Tri right after he's done with #1,

Me: Baby, that's cool, what are they?
Tri: Fish!
Paused then pointed the black streak on the right hand side;
Tri: and shark.

Painting #2

 Apparently, he doesn't have an interpretation for Painting #2, but he seemed real enthusiastic while doing it. Maybe it was his way of saying he's happy...or something.

He still couldn't get a week of not watching his favorite movie, but at least it's not everyday anymore. The guilt of being the only person who contributed on his addiction suddenly vanished...

I am glad I knew a little bit of art. For me it's not only a diversion that I've created, but more of a therapy. :)

Guilty momma, signing out...

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Tri's Second Birthday Celebration at (Planet) Morong

When: May 31, 2010
Where: Jose's Residence, Morong Rizal

It was fun having to plan for another trip to go back to my hometown. It was even better having my hubby and Tri drop by the office and my half sister Lyn pick us up so we can all go home to our precious town--the town where I've spent two decades of my life.

Well, was an exhausting plan. As always, Jan got to make up some plans to screw my day saying he had to cancel the trip because Tri was having a bad tummy and all that. He does not like the thought of him sleeping without his thick mattress. He relies so much on our dear bed. But my perseverance (and yeah--annoying text messages) made him stop arguing. By 12:30pm, they arrived at my workplace both of them wearing their brown polo shirts and some khaki pants and shaved head. Oh--they look adorable!

My sister arrived about an hour late. I really cannot count on her for punctuality. But I still love her!

Tri liked the trip all in all. He played with his cousin Aien right after unpacking.

cousin Aien

Tita Lyn's gift was the large all choco cake from Goldilocks:

It was just a normal, pay-a-visit day for all of us. My brother and I chat most of the time, catching the latest gossip about the office. My favorite brother, Jao (our youngest) arrived from Sunday church service went straight to play with my son. I love seeing my two favorite boys together. 

We also experienced the first rain after the excruciating Summer of 2010. Oh! I was called K.J. because I would not let my son bathe in the rain. My brother said I had my "papa-mode" on (which means that I am losing it being so much like our dad, too many precautions). In contrary, I like being compared to my dad. 

Well, I let Tri bathe on a huge basin which he used as a mini pool with all his toy cars with him:

he looks sooooo happy!

We've spent 2 days and 3 nights there. We had so much food, so much laughter, so much fun, it's a good thing my brother captured all moments on his video cam.I can't wait to plan our next trip home. I would very much want Tri to grow up on the same neighborhood. I want Tri to be real familiar with my family. I want him to discover what a slow-paced life is and see the beauty of it. I want him to know that if all else fail, Morong will be a town he can go home to. 

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Tri Is Obsessed!

Tri is obsessed! I can't believe I've done this to him...

It all started with this...

Then the books...

Then these:  

And these:

And a lot more! (One big toy box full of cars to be exact...)

Now, it's the Cars fever!

OH MY!!! I sure thank he's just 2 years old and not a grown up kid asking for 'em. I wouldn't know which bank to rob to get all those fancy wheels!!!!

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Where The Hell Are My Followers?!

Not sure when it all started...but what the F?! Where are my followers????

I swear to God above I didn't delete you guys...



I've been Googling for few hours now. Found some troubleshooting steps but still not working okay.

Any help would be greatly appreciated.

And I swear, double cross on my heart, hope to die, liars go to hell, spit on spit--I did not delete you, guys.

Sunday, August 29, 2010

The Confessions of a Full-time Working Mom

A lot of people have been asking me why I would not let my hubby work and me stay in the house to take care of our little one. I’ve given a pretty much obvious scripted answer “This is not a good time for me to quit. When Tri turns 5, I’ll stop working and focus on his first official school year.” Although it wasn’t a direct answer at all, some of my officemates would eventually stop asking more questions. But some–to my great annoyance–would continue with their interrogation (as if me working is such a big crime!). Like, when would I allow hubby to go back to work so that there’s two of us earning money? or why not let him work abroad? or let him apply on our very own workplace?
I found all those questions absurd.
Obviously, world for parents like me and world for non-parents like them have a very thick, gigantic wall that separates our cultures, beliefs and point of views–basically totally different ways of lives. I came to understand that and I respect their views. But, one thing I cannot fathom is why a mom and wife like me working, is like…taboo to them! Let’s blame it on the Pinoy ways of being conservative (can I add “too much” before the word conservative?).
So for you guys, who have not reached the peak of being human (became a parent, in a more polite way), sorry. But I am honestly not good with verbal explanations specially if I need to let my emotions out. So, I’ve made a list for you that hopefully answers all your questions.
BTW, I am gonna give you a warning–this is based from my real emotions so, pardon me if some statements sounds harsh to you.
So, why am I still working? Well,
1st, I have a big TRUST issue. On everyone. I only trust two guys. (three, before, but since my Dad died, I only got two left). I trust myself and the other one’s for sure not you, not anyone I know. Not even hubby. Well–ok, I know that’s gotta offend him or anyone reading this. But there are just some things that I cannot depend on him, like work for example. Some guys just dont know what work ethics are. Some guys just wanna be boss all the time that they do not understand that everybody gets a position and a title by working hard on it. Some guys just dont know how to control their temper or know their limits. Some mix professional and personal life which often leads to wreckage.
Been there.
It was awful.
2nd, I started to believe that I should strike while the iron is still hot. For someone like me–an undergraduate girl who came from a struggling family–having  a job that I have right now is like seeing a comet in the dark night sky. Something I shouldn’t miss. Something that could only happen in after who-knows-how many years. When I entered the BPO industry, I’ve always know that this business isn’t that stable and some time in the future, might close and I will lose whatever I have today. Still, I told myself that as long as outsourcing works, I have work to do. And as long as they dont fire me, I’ll hold on to my job as if I am holding my son’s hand.
Well, I also have personal grudge to everyone who’s made fun of me when I was younger, like my classmates way back in grade school. Who doesn’t hate mean girls? Who doesn’t hate coming home from school crying with a broken eyeglasses or school uniform that looked like wall grafiti? I hate those years. I hate it because I cannot top them. Because our family does not have enough money back then to slap on my teachers’ faces so they can treat me like a princess. We didn’t have money. I only have a Dad who’s as diplomtic as a president or an ambassador negotiating with other parents. All the pain I endured during my younger years paid off. I am an undergrad. I didn’t pass any bar exam, no license, no nothing–just me and my guts–well, hey, I am earning twice or even three times than those mean girls are getting now! Let’s slap each other with our payslips! Yeay me! Ego–count that as my third.
4th. Practicality. The person who’s got a much more stable job, be the one to bring home the bacon. And we’re talking about huge chunks of bacon here :p
No nanny. Count that as my fifth. My son grows up with either me or hubby taking care of him. End of discussion.
Last, but not the least, I am an independent woman. I can do what a man can, even do much better than them. Not because I am a girl doesn’t mean that I dont have the right to work. History had that changed centuries ago. Women are now allowed to do what they wanna do. Women–specially wives–do not need to be stuck at home and rot taking care of the kids while husbands are out there socializing with other people. Every woman has the right to choose how to make a living and no matter what she chooses sure only means good for herself or her family. No working mom like me, chooses to work to get rid of the responsibility at home. Work outside the house is different from the work mothers and wives perform inside the house.
Well, I guess not everybody could understand this. Not everyone was born to become a wife and a mother.

Thursday, August 12, 2010

Tri's Birthday Celebration at Maxx's

When: May 24, 2010
Location: Maxx's Restaurant, SM North EDSA

So I have to make up to my two boys for watching a movie and going out with my girl friends on the same exact date as my son's second birthday. Lunch with my two boys was a perfect plan. It should have been like that. It should have been just me, hubby and baby. But since, this is me being nice to hubby, our family lunch ended with some extras. 

Well, well...everybody knows I am not really that good in socializing, or keeping things casual with other people. Other people--I can tolerate. But having to include SILs is not my kind of celebration. 

Fine, call me anti-social, but I just really hate family reunions. Specially if the guys from the "other side of the wall" are concerned. Everybody knows they are my least priority, perhaps even being excluded from my list. But I have to be nice and casual as hubby said. Just be nice and get this thing over with. 

Remembering not to spoil the real reason for having this lunch, I focused myself on the food :D

Maxx's famous fried chicken legs and sauté d veggie

  hubby's all time fave lumpia


pancit canton

The food was great (minus the annoying guests and comments over the table). All in all, I think Tri enjoyed having that lunch. If my son likes it, I like it too.

Tri in his mall car

 SILs and hubby finished it off with some "kodak moments" while I made my escape by taking my boy for a stroll away from that place. I hate to ruin the celebration, but having the extras kills me--on the spot!

Monday, August 2, 2010

Here Comes The Bride and Amici Day!

May 23, 2010

This date, my son turned 2 and it felt like I was reborn. Did I ever mention me having no social life? Or was I too busy not to ever mind that I do not have a normal way of life? I cannot remember when was the last time I went out with my girl friends. Cannot remember when was the last time I felt like a 16 year-old girl. Did I ever reach 16? Or did my calendar skip that year and end up at age 23 right away?

Glad I agreed with my friend Divi to schedule a girl's lunch out.

Right after my Sunday shift, (ok, right before I finish my Sunday shift...ugh!), Anna (a.k.a Jelly) and I hurried down to SM Megamall to meet Divi and Myra to catch the lunch time show of the movie Here Comes The Bride

This was a funny as hell Filipino movie! (my very first Tagalog movie I watched in a theater). It was our good friend Divi who insisted we should watch this. What a stress reliever! :p Happy I agreed. The cast ensemble was unbelievable. I will not deny that I had a great time watching this! A plus for this movie because I recognize some of the shots on my very own home town (or somewhere near it).

I originally plan to escape right after the movie, feeling a little guilty that I am having a good time while I should be at home celebrating with my son. But I ended up walking in an unfamiliar area on that mall, staring at the stores like a tourist, then agreeing to eat at an Italian resto called Amici.

Here's what we ordered:

gelato, red spaghetting with clams and shirmps, fried mozzarella and pizza with white sauce, mushrooms and bacon...hmmm! yummy...
Myra and Divi
metal mouth buddies, me and jelly :p

We agreed to do this girl's day out some other time.

Hmmm..I have a few options in my mind.

Never thought I'd say this, but I gotta love doing things I don't normally do--normal things a girl my age should  do :)

Tuesday, June 29, 2010

A Family Portrait

One fine day, Tri and I decided to play around and practice drawing using his new set of color pens that I bought few weeks ago. We experimented on different colors to use, different shapes and different canvass and ended up doing this...

...on dad's tummy.

and this:
..yes, on his foot.

Fun, isn't it? :p

Bad, Bad, Bad Mom (created May 21, 2010

I received this email from a co-worker this morning and I felt much worse...

A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.

SON: 'Daddy, may I ask you a question?'

DAD: 'Yeah sure, what it is?' replied the man.

SON: 'Daddy, how much do you make an hour?'

DAD: 'That's none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?' the man said angrily.

SON: 'I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?'

DAD: 'If you must know, I make $20 an hour.'

SON: 'Oh,' the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: "Daddy, may I please borrow $5?"

The father was furious, 'If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to

your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don't work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.'

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.. The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy's questions.

How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:

Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $5 and he really didn't ask for money very often. The man went to the door of

the little boy's room and opened the door.

'Are you asleep, son?' He asked. 'No Daddy, I'm awake,' replied the boy. I've been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier' said the

man. 'It's been a long day and

I took out my aggravation on you. Here's the $5 you asked for.' The little boy sat straight up, smiling. 'Oh, thank you Daddy!' he yelled.

Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills. The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry

again. The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his Father.'Why do you want more money if you already have

some?' the Father grumbled.'Because I didn't have enough, but now I do,' the little boy replied.

'Daddy, I have $20 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.'

The Father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and He begged for his forgiveness.

It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to

us, those close to our hearts. Do remember to share that $20 worth of your time with someone you love. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could

easily replace us in a matter of hours. But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

Thank you...Just think about it....

Now I am thinking.

I arrived last night from work exhausted and not feeling good. I have been suffering from bad colds and headache the entire day. My son had his asthma attack last Sunday and is trying to get well the past few days. My partner have been complaining about his tummy. He said that he cannot eat well and move well because of his diarrhea and him throwing up several times. I really hate it when someone at home is sick and now I hate it that all three of us are suffering! I don't know what to do! I don't know who to call! I don't know where to go! I am so stressed out!

Jan kept on groaning and lying like a fetus. I hate looking at him like that! I hate hearing the groans and all! When I felt like I am ready to burst I just said: "Stop exaggerating! If it is that painful, call your cousins and ask them to bring you to the hospital! I don't know what to do with you, I am so stressed out!" and I got ready to sleep.

This morning, Tri woke me up and ask for his milk. My son is already hyper, I hope and pray that he'll get well before his birthday (which is on Sunday, by the way!). My hubby is still sleeping so I asked Tri to wake his daddy up. He said he's still feeling bad and wanted me to stay at home instead of going to work.

With all my might, I refused. I can't afford to be absent. I cannot leave the opening shift to my team mate who does not know how I do my reports and files, someone who doesn't have access to important emails and stuff like that. No. I cannot not go!

So, even if I feel like my head is ready to explode, I still got myself ready to work. But before I leave, I said my biggest sorry.

When I reached work, I still feel bad. But it's a little different now after reading this short story. I feel much worse leaving my two, precious guys at home. I never felt so bad my entire life...



The following entries you will see...

are back-posts (hehe! Sorry it took me so long!)

Friday, May 14, 2010

Photo Meme...

Jenny, forgive me. I know that it has been two weeks or so when you tagged me on this blog activity. I'm sorry that it took me this long to post this one! :c

Anyway, here's how Photo Meme works:

1) Go to your photo files, select the 8th photo folder.
2) Select the 8th photo in that folder.
3) Post that photo along with the story behind it.
4) Then challenge 8 blogging friends to do the same.

And here's the pic:

This picture was taken Feb of 2009. Don't ask me why Tri sleeps like that. He's got the weirdest sleeping position. Anyway, right next to him was his football pillow. We specifically brought this one since it is a hypoallergenic toy. We have been pretty careful in choosing stuff toys, pillows or blankies for Tri due to his asthma attacks. He loves that football so much, that up until now that he's turning 2, he's still looking for it and remembers its texture. 

So there you go, my first Photo Meme. 

Since I only have 8 followers and one was the same person who tagged me, I think I'm gonna need to break this challenge (boo me, I know!).

Again, big sis Jenny. Sorry it took me that long to post this one.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Tri's First Artwork

Two weeks ago, I decided to buy a set of color pens for Tri. I know that it is finally time for me to see if he has his mom's *ehem* artistic hands.

And here's his first masterpiece!

Oooh! He's gonna be the next Picasso or Van Gogh or Da Vinci!!!

I'm a proud mom :P

Today's Menu

2-C's Korean Inspired 

As requested by my good friend Divie, I will be posting this simple dish that I invented specially for my little boy. I called this 2-C's Korean Inspired dish because the two main ingredients are:

Carrots (image from wikipedia)


Chayote (image from wikipedia)

 and are prepared the same way that Koreans slice their veggies for most of their dish.

So here's what you'll need:

2 medium sized carrots (cut in thin strips)
2 chayote (cut in thin strips)
2 medium sized onions (cut in strips)
4 cloves of garlic (crushed)
salt and pepper to taste
fish sauce (optional)


1.) Heat the oil in a wok, then sauté the garlic until golden brown before adding the onions. 
2.) Once the onions all look transparent, add the bouillon cube. You may mash it using a fork.
3.) Add the carrots and stir fry until the oil look a little orange in color then put the chayote. 
4.) Cover the wok and let it cook for at least 3-5 minutes or until desired texture.
5.) Add some pepper for a little spice. Adjust the taste using salt or fish sauce or add about 2 tbsp of water if the bouillon cube is a bit salty to your taste. 

Note: According to Koreans, the secret to their vegetable dishes is the way the ingredients are sliced. It should be almost the same length and width to achieve harmony in taste and texture.

ok, mine looks a little rubbish

Serve it with a cup of rice topped with some sesame seeds to give it a more Korean kick or thin slices of stir fried beef.


Friday, May 7, 2010

The Day For All of Us, Moms

Twenty six hours from now, as I am writing this, is a day that all mothers in the world have been waiting for. The day when their husbands would pamper them, when their kids would make a surprise gift--like a breakfast in bed or something, the entire family would go out for a nice lunch or romantic dinner alone with their better half. 

Isn't it great?


Okay, so the kill-joy mom attacks--AGAIN!

This is gonna be my third Mother's day with nothing happening. Nothing good.

Let me recall, so you can picture things out.

Mother's day of 2008--I was in the office, my tummy is effing big, I can't even see me own toes and I am palpitating. I came from a 6pm-3am shift knowing that my better half is comfortably sleeping at home until I discovered his whereabouts.

Mother's Day 2009--I came home from work very happy, carrying the new L'Oreal mascarra Josh gave me as a gift and then discovered that Tri had been suffering a 39-degree fever the night before and my partner did not even tried to tell me. I mean, what the hell is it about him and lying?

And last but not the least, Mother's Day of 2010--I'll still be stuck in the office, with about a hundred to a hundred and fifty files to process, metrics to beat, attendance to complete, reports to send, few technician/engineer calls to receive, an overnight stay in the office--yeah...isn't it great?

Isn't it great?


or just LET ME VENT THIS OUT!!!!


There yah go.

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms and moms to be. I hope you'll all have a fun day. 

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Home At Last

Going back to my hometown is always a thrill for me. I only get to see my brothers and sisters once a year. It was hard for me to be in this kind of set up. I know, for once, they hated the idea of me living far away from them. I missed special occasions like their birthdays, Christmas, New Year, our Dad's death anniversary and so on. I know I've missed a lot and I truly regret that. During our anniversary last February, there is only one wish I had in mind--to go back home, even if it's only an overnight stay. 

February 9, Jan, Tri and I left the city at around 7am. It was a Monday and I expected heavy traffic, but I was wrong. In 30 minutes or so, we reached Sta. Lucia Mall where we took a short jeepney ride to the main road heading to Rizal and from there we took another ride but this time, it's the long trip to the south. 

I've never been that too excited the way I felt during that 1 and a half hour winding ride. Tri fell asleep hugging "bibi"--his pillow almost the entire time. The smell of the summer sunshine mixing with the acacia leaves dancing in the air brought me to a trance. My childhood memories flashed back in rapid succession  until I did not notice it was time for us to get off the jeepney. 

We took our last ride in a tricycle with Tri still sleeping. It was the day after the town fiesta so there are still some "banderitas" hanging, men pushing their carts selling ducklings and colored chicks for pets, "palabunutan", cotton candy, coconut juice etc--every little corner of Morong looked alive. We arrived about 10am and we were welcomed by my beloved youngest brother. We had a lot of fun chatting (specially me and my Kuya). My eldest brother--who I used to work with--immediately asked for the latest news in the office (gossip is the right word, actually). He resigned from our company about a year ago due to some conflicts. Tri, at first felt different, waking up in an unfamiliar place but later on started playing everything he laid his eyes on.

Here's Tri at the garage playing tag with Uncle Jao (my youngest brother)

 Tri listening to our chit chats.

We also made sure to drop by other relative's house where Tri showcased some of his "talents"--which I was very proud of! hah! lol.

Before going to sleep, I said my prayer, scanned the entire house, and told myself: "there is no other place like home".

I rushed to the bathroom, locked the door and I cried. Not because I felt sad. Not because I realized I missed a lot. But because after all the pain we've been through as a family, after all the hardships we had after my Dad's death--his spirit is still living within us. We are still connected as brothers and sisters. 

I woke up the next day looking at this:

It was the most beautiful sun rays I saw beaming on the plants. It made me feel welcomed--once again.

I thanked God for giving me the opportunity to reconnect with my family and to my Dad for giving me two brothers and two sisters who are all as brave as he was when he's still alive. I promised them we will visit more often. 

Friday, April 16, 2010

Today's Menu...

Ginataang Sitaw at Kalabasa (String Beans and Squash in Coconut Milk)

This is one of my family dish that we often serve with fried fish typically at lunch time. I hope you'll like it, too.


4 cloves of garlic, crushed
1 medium size onion, chopped
1/4 part of a small-sized squash, sliced about 1cm thick
string beans, cut about 2in in length
pork belly, sliced in bite size
1 cup of coconut milk
salt and pepper


For the pork belly:

1.) Wash the meat thoroughly.
2.) Heat about 2 cups of water in a sauce pan and let it boil then put the meat.
3.) Do not cover. Wait until water evaporates leaving the meat cooking on it's own fat. 
4.) Take the meat out of the pan when it is already tender.

For the dish:

1.) Heat the oil on the pan.
2.) Sauté garlic until golden brown then add onions. Cook until onions turn transparent. Add the pork. Cover the pan and let the meat absorb the flavor of the garlic and onion.
3.) Add the squash and string beans.
4.) Add the coconut milk and let it simmer for a while. 
5.) Adjust the taste by adding salt and pepper. A little amount of vinegar (about 2tbsp) can help give the dish a little citrus-y, acid taste to break the overwhelming creaminess of the coconut milk. 

Serve with a fried tinapa or round scad and hot plain rice. Makes 4 servings.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Who Ya Callin' Big, Huh?!

If there is one topic I don't really want to discuss, THIS IS IT.

Weight. Weight. Weight. More weight.

Fat. Chubby. Obese. Oversized. Plus-sized. Large.

Oh--yeah, they are jargons, aren't they?

I hoped they were jargons ever since the fist day I started school. Weight has been an ongoing issue for me. I remember how my grade school classmates would call me names, or compare my food intake or look at me like I am a piece of crap they need to face everyday. I've cried so many times but crying didn't make me thin.

My dad would tell me: "So what if you're chubby? Look at them! They are skinny and gangly--they look neglected! And you're only healthy but not chubby, they are skinny so as their brains!"

And that is why I love my Dad. :)

After grade school, I worked hard to have a "normal" built. I played volleyball and badminton and ate less. By the start of sophomore, I was as normal as I can achieve. I wasn't contented with volleyball alone so I got myself a tae-bo workout video so I can contour my body at home, before and after school. That was the peak of my glory! And damn--were there boys calling me at home!

Of course, my Dad hated the idea that I am stressing myself too much of achieving the body I want. He said, me being skinny looks like "a drug addict he once knew".

I was able to maintain that until I got my current job.

Things changed around December of 2008. People have been noticing a change on my figure months after I gave birth. And I was like, "nothings changed...just the depo jabs I'm getting" and I thought my normal life will remain the same.

The worst arrived 2009.

I felt like I was back in grade school. People are teasing me, calling me names, laugh at my figure...but unlike grade school, I can shrug things off now.

Because I AM A MOM. I believe that moms have the right to gain weight during, while and after pregnancy. I see my weight as a symbol of my responsibility to my son. My weight is not a hinder for me to achieve the other things I want. My weight cannot stop me from loving my family and most of all--hating the people who kept pulling me down ever since day 1. I am a much stronger person because of what I am now.

As hubby once said: "Do not hate what you look like. Tell me, how do you become like that? You got pregnant, got busy taking care of me and Tri, took the responsibility of choosing contraceptives that you know would make you bloat just so we won't have unexpected pregnancy. Hating your body tells me you hate our SON. Because that all happened when he came to our world, right?" (of course this was stated in Filipino but a lot more cornier version so I had to translate it in English).

Now, I have these extra pounds (I even joke I can be match for sparring for pacquiao!), I have all these arms flabs, stretch marks everywhere and the belly pouch...depression came to me, people even made fun of me...but that wont let me down.
I am a mother and my weight symbolizes what I became to be after my son was born. mischief

Monday, April 12, 2010

The Wife from Hell is Back!!!!!

Woooh! The past few months have been like a--what!--a roller coaster ride. And well, I'm still in it. 

Personal problems have gotten into my blogging mood, which by the way made my writer soul walk away. Glad I found my soul back! Oh don't you dare walk out on me like that, soul!

I am back to wearing my commitment band. But it doesn't mean that I've forgotten everything. Its' just me showing I'm ready to patch things up. Over the past few weeks, I've learned my own lessons. Whatever that lesson is, for sure your own destiny will teach you 'em. *sniff*sniff* Oh--well, let's start the week with a good ol' recipe! 

PS: to everyone wondering whatever happen to my page renovation, I'm down to two choices. I'll make up my mind anytime soon :) Sorry! And Jenny, don't ya worry, all of those three award you gave me will have their special place! Thank again, sis! 

Friday, March 5, 2010

Under Construction

Sorry for the inconvinience, folks.

This page is under constructions due to the overwhelming awards I received from my bloggy big sis Jenny , peek-a-boo will be needing a new page style to accommodate the unexpected awards (yeay me!) and to give it a more funky-child friendly theme!

We will be back soon!