Thursday, December 29, 2011

Just a Thought...

     Whenever I have free time at work, I always make sure to read other blogs, specially the ones that I follow. And one day, I've read two mommy blogs by searching Google, both residing in the US and both have interesting stories to share. But what really amazed me are some of those fashion shoots of their own. They call it their "runway", "dress up", "ladies room show", something like that photo shoot. They detail each of every piece they wear, the prices, type of fabric, best time to wear, etc.

     It was fascinating to see those photos. To think that they are moms with two kids and a full time job.

    Where do they get all the time to mix up those ideas, plan a week of clothing design, each day with a special theme. That's a lot of hard work! And dedication. It's something that doesn't make me think "OMG, that is sooooooo vain of hers". It's not like that. It was inspiring! Brilliant!

     I wonder if I'll have the courage to dress up and snap a photo of myself in front of the ladies' room mirror. :p


     Maybe not! :)

Watch Out! New Photographer in Town

One year ago, we received a gift from FIL for Christmas. It was a Sony DSCW310

I was elated and worried at the same time. Working with the said company for more than four years, I already know how sensitive this type of camera is so we tried to be very very careful when using it. Tri, of course, is just one of those curious tots around, thinking that it is another toy he can use. 

Only after couple of months since we got the camera did I let my little man try it. And--whoah! I was astonished. He took good photos than I expected!

He knows how to focus on a subject. He knows which light of direction he should be. And it didn't look like it was taken by a three-year old!

I think I have a photographer in the making. And I am loving it :)

Here are more pics from Tri taken just last week. Enjoy!

What do you think of the shots? Me love it :)

Saturday, November 5, 2011

Angry Tri

Who says only birds can get angry? 

taken from google search

Meet my Angry Tri:

"Don't mess with my birds!!!"

Monday, October 31, 2011

Happy Halloween!

"You're scared, Mommy, right?" ~Tri  

Happy Halloween, everyone!

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

My New Daily Supplement

I was never really a yogurt fan (actually any type of dairy product except cheese!) until I started TRYING to be healthy (I hope you notice the emphasis on the word TRYING).

Well, anyway, this is my current supplement of energy for a tiring day at work. I thought this product taste like my own vomit when I first tried it ages ago! But I was wrong! I LIKE it! Super! Especially this flavor, mixed fruit juice. Tri on the other hand thought it was too sour. He'll stick with his usual Nestle apple and raspberry combo (which is also very very good!)

Oooh! Tri and Mommy are craving for another batch now! :) Yummm yummm

Do I Want Another Man?

    I guess I wasn't really ready for a new guy to come around...I thought I was. I thought I was strong. I thought I wanted it to happen...

     Don't judge me yet. Please continue to read my story...

*image taken from google search
    Five years ago, I realized I was madly in love with this guy. He wasn't the exact man of my dreams, but, hey! This guy actually acts like my Dad. I know he'll take care of me. And he did so very well. Then came 2008, I fell in love with a young boy. When I first saw him, I told myself "He is definitely my new world. I'll do everything to make him happy".

  I am living my life now, satisfy with the thought that I have this strong feelings for two awesome men. I know that whatever happens, I have both of them. The first man continue to love me despite the fact that my time is no longer all for him. He learned to share it with the younger one and had treated him fairly. The second guy was different, though. He wants full attention. He needs every minute from me. I tried to talk to him everyday, even call him while I'm at work just to check if he's doing fine. If that wasn't enough, he'll ask for some gift every single day. And I, being this weak person when it comes to love, obeyed dutifully.

*image taken from google search

   Three years after, a wild dream came to my first man. Astonishingly, he said "I dreamed you loved a new boy. And I was happy. Very happy"

   Like a wild thunder in the sky, pictures of happy moments started flashing right before my eyes. And this time, the thought of adding another one in my life doesn't seem so fitting at all... I wasn't really that ready to have baby no.2, but my first man--hubby--was so happy with the thought that his dream felt so real, seeing an addition to my 2nd man--Tri. He said baby no.2 smiled at him and that he cradled him. He said he was the cutest angel he ever saw. But then, he continued "But he was born with asthma. But he's strong..."

   All these years hubby and I are together, we've seen Tri playing with a baby brother. We will call him Juaquin, deriving his name from my Dad. We want to have Juaquin as soon as Tri turns 5 or 7 (also as advised by my OB since I was on a high risk pregnancy sitch with Tri and had emergency CS). But, our current setup ate all my dreams.

*image taken from google search
   I'm not yet ready to get pregnant--physically, emotionally and financially. I want to have at least two of the three prepared before planning for Juaquin. I thought I was strong. I thought I can make my day dreams come to life. And I realized now, I was faking myself whenever my friends would tease me "Oooh, you're blooming. Preparing for another baby?" and I would reply "How I wish I am pregnant today!" But the truth is, I am scared.

   I am so scared to fail.

   I am such a hypocrite.

   Isn't it depressing when something or someone you really wanna have is just about an inch away from your finger tips? Then stupidly, you fell and can't keep yourself up to reach for it again? How heartbreaking...

   I guess, I can't really have all the men I want--and hubby agreed. He said I can't have all three of them. Not now. But someday, we will all be together--when all three of us are on the same wave length.

    For now, just seeing this photo makes me think: "No need to rush. Baby no.2 and Mommy will both be ready when the right time comes."

My first and second man--Hubby and Tri--with their greasy lips after eating pancit canton :)

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

If I Die Young...

     Whether this is a statement or a question, I still haven't--and I am pretty sure--I won't be able to figure out what would really be the outcome. I have a lot of questions in mind. Questions I am uncertain of. Will people miss me? Will people say good words about me? Will people learn from me or from my mistakes? Will I make an impact? 

      I wonder if my late father, who passed away at a what I consider young age of 53, ever thought of this:

Papa, it really was funny, now you're gone, I started listening. I will forever miss you.

The Band Perry, thank you for touching my heart with your song.

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Book and Movie Review: Twilight

     When I first saw the trailer of this film few years back, I told myself that it was another-teenage-type-of-movie. Very typical. A shy, unpopular girl fell in love with this uber handsome, arrogant and rich guy. They hate each other at first then totally got struck by a cherubim. Then there comes the bestfriend who is secretly inlove with the girl but the girl never paid attention. I wasn't a big fan of mushy movies. Romance isn't my comfort zone. I don't like it because the plots are usually predictable. 

    Then one 4th of July, I was asked to render a what we call in BPO industry "OT Off" (meaning I am obliged to come to work even if it is my rest day). Files and calls are not that much during that time of the year. Don't have that much work. So, to avoid getting bored and sleepy, I rummaged through my desktop folders and found a soft copy of Twilight. 


The cover of the book intrigued me. What's with the apple? What does it signify? 

     So for the entire nine hours of that said shift, I found myself reading page after page, chapter after chapter of the first book by Stephenie Meyer. 

My judgement:

- I like books that are written in first person point of view. Felt like I was really the character. It drew me closer to the story and the emotions seem so real.
- Dialogues are so natural. It makes reading smoother (if that statement makes sense!) 
- I never got bored reading a paragraph or a page worth of description of just one place! She (S.Meyer) used simple ways to describe a location and let her readers create the picture on their own heads. 
- Surprised to see a piece of story based on my roots. (Vampire story based on a Filipino myth). 

Rooms for improvement:

- Sometimes, reading the cheesy lines, makes me feel SOOO CHEEEEESY! Given the chance, I would scratch some of the dialogues to avoid being corny.
- Where's the action? Apparently, the first book does not give readers that much action. The ballet studio part could have been a bigger fight between Edward and James.

All in all I'd give the book 8 out of 10 (10 being the highest). Yes. it did entertain me and my supposed-to-be-boring shift. It made me feel the "butterfly-in-my-stomach" again, something that I once trashed, hehe! It was a nice read. Gave me the chance to go back my teenage years. 


      For every movie made inspired by a book, there is always this notion that the movie version would suck. I braved myself and ask hubby to get me a copy of the film. 

And my opinion:

- Astonishingly, the movie was almost as loyal to its original form as it is. Of course, there are some parts of the story that are "misplaced" so that it could be contained in a one and a half hour to two hours of playing. But they are still well executed. 
- The cinematography matches the tone of the story. 
- The actors who played Bella (Kristen Stewart) and Charlie (Billy Burke) gives its viewers the awkward feeling of a deafening silence between a father and daughter. Kudos to both! :)


- Continuity. I caught some scenes that are obviously an error from the editors. (Please browse through IMDB page for this film).
- Underacting (well, not all actors, though).
- Exposure of other characters. Not everyone was given the chance to shine, specially those characters that played a great role on the book. 

For the movie, I give it a 7 out of 10. Lets give the movie a chance to improve. :)

Yeah, yeah. I did watch a romantic film and watched it with hubby. Even watched it four times!

Will continue with the other two books and movies next time :)

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

I Need To Go To Rehab

Because I am so addicted to the smell (even just the sight) of Tri's underarms!!

No kidding! Any mother would agree we all have this weird obsession about our child's body part--any part!

Right, mommies? :P

Tuesday, September 20, 2011

Cars 2 (Aug 30, 2011)

This was a really planned day. About a month before the movie's release here in the Philippines, hubby and I have talked about bringing Tri and Jao to watch Cars 2. Well, of course, some of you may be a bit familiar with  Tri's obsession with Cars

Well planned as things may be, there will always be something to ruin it. My budget is running a little short and the following pay day will take more than 14 days. Also, hubby's grandpa just past away and he is still paying his respect. It was only about a week then and I thought that he wasn't ready yet to move on and do something else--plus the pressure of having to entertain his Dad who just came home from Qatar made it worse.

Luckily, when hubby informed his dad that Tri would want to see the film, he gave us *ka-ching! ka-ching!*.

And off we go to the nearest mall, hoping to catch the best time of viewing. 


Tri was so excited he wanted to go inside the theater right away! 

He spotted Filmore and got awed for a while:

He fell asleep at about the end of the movie but woke up as soon as we got out of the mall. He was ecstatic! He kept on telling me about the race scene and the different characters he saw. When he finally stopped, I asked him:

Me: Sweetie, did you like Cars 2?
Tri : Yes, mommy. Mcqueen is soooo funny!

Now, that's a good way to review it, Tri!

Well, he wasn't contented at all. He asked his dad for a personal copy of the movie :)

Monday, September 19, 2011

No way!

Oh my! My last post was in June?! I can't believe how much I've neglected my blog...

And 2 months after, I wish to post a very long entry and it is all about hate!

Uh-uhm...never mind.

Let's get positivity first in the bloodstream. I'm sure it will come :)

I'm Just Sayin' it

Tri: "My mom's way hotter than yours!"

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

The Best Version Ever! :)

Tri loves this video so much! The moment he heard the song, he started laughing--soooo adorable! :)

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

The Plastic Spoon

*taken from google image search
I have been using disposable spoon and fork everyday. I have been seeing them left and right of my work station. Sometimes, I keep them. Sometimes, I throw them right away. But one day, with no particular reason, I found myself staring at one of them in my hand. I realized, I got it from a to-go meal the day before and kept it so I can use it for mixing my instant coffee. After that, I used it to help myself with a slice of watermelon.

I told myself "I've used this more than once. When am I gonna get a new one? Should I throw this away?"

I chose not to throw it.

No. I ain't a big earth-saver fan. I am not an environmentalist.

But I value things I've used.

Sharing this simple experience to everyone who's felt uncredited.

Yup, like me.

Not everyone has the same wavelength of thinking. Most of the time, an inconsiderate man would choose a to-go meal for lunch and eat it on his table. Once done with his meal, he'd toss the entire package on the bin--not realizing he still has a slice of cake waiting to be eaten. Since, he'd been too much overwhelm finishing his meal, he didn't realize he needed at least one of those disposable spoon. But it was already too late.He will have to choose between eating it on his own hand or saving it until he gets home and get a real utensil. A man drenched in his own pride, will choose the first, thinking that getting the already disposed plastic spoon is such a bad idea. 

Now, go figure how it all work on a BPO industry. 

It sucks! Big time!

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Tri's First Night Out @ Buzz Point

I can already hear the boo's and disappointment from other parents. Yeah. Who the hell was that parent who brought her kid out on a Friday night?

Yes--that was me. 

But, this isn't just a night out. This is my team's dinner date. The first time for hubby to meet my co-workers and for others to see my baby boy. What's wrong with bringing Tri to a dinner? 

Besides, this is a once in a blue moon event. 

Tri and Daddy Fred (a distant relative and--also my team mate--from my paternal side). His wife, Tita Vangie, co-owns Buzz Point. This is a lolo-apo bonding for the 1st time :)

See, he didn't have trouble socializing:

Tri: "I'm reserved for tonight"

He even showcased his talent in dancing:

And boy--did he love the attention! He thought he was the star of the night!

with Tito Chad taking his pictures.

The team's supposed to be dinner and meeting end up like a kiddie party. By 10:30pm, he started his usual mom-I'm-sleepy-routine. There goes the tantrums and non-sense babbling. He literally dragged his Daddy out of the private room and headed towards the parking area. He even went back to make sure I was following him. It was sad I was not able to talk with Yasmin. Hubby was sad he didn't get a chance to know Heño more. Too bad, he didn't get a chance to laugh at Chad's jokes...

But there's always a next time. Hopefully we could get a much better time to bring Tri somewhere with the team. 

Inside the cab on our way home, Tri fell asleep in the middle of his stories. He was trying to tell me about the car that hang on BuzzPoint's wall. He said he loved it and he didn't have one like that. Daddy Fred and Tita Vangie promised to get him one for his birthday.

The following morning, while I was preparing for work, Tri woke up and hurriedly asked: "Mom, where's Daddy Fred?" 

Awww...the boy could feel the what they call "lukso ng dugo".

Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Promise me...

I remember reading a quote from our community forum at work which says "the only constant thing in life is change". I really do not get this at first and I don't believe it--until I felt that everybody started leaving me behind.

Sure. I am not the best friend type. I don't get along with a lot of people. I don't hang out a lot. I have a boring, senseless, predictable life. But I know myself too well. I may be too "choosy" with my friends, but I know that I am good with my few chosen pals--very good, to be honest. I've even tried trading my motherhood with them. That's how good I am with them. It even came to a point that hubby had to let me choose between my friends and my life as a mother and wife. 

But I cannot. 
Because, my heart is torn in two. Half of it goes to my dearest pals and half of it warmly embraces my family. 

It was only today that things finally sink in. I was riding a bus on my way home. I had couple of flashbacks, as if I was watching a movie on a projector. Different faces appeared. I saw my childhood buddy, Carmel. She was the closest friend I got. We go to school together, we sit right next to each other at class, we walk home together. We even extend our days by helping each other out on our homework. We'll have dinner together. We even call each other before going to bed and gossip a little. This was a daily routine, a bond that made us inseparable. 

But the bond we had suddenly broke when we both entered college and met different people. She met her first boyfriend and I was left behind. I was left behind during the worst status of my teenage life. Just about the same time when my Dad passed away.

My college friends somehow managed to divert my attention (plus 3 part time jobs). But when I thought that the world could eat me and my family alive, I decided to change path, left school and focus myself working. During that time, I was so driven to earn, I've completely turned my back on my hometown.

Just about the same time my mother left us for another guy. 

I felt like I was the one abandoned.

That point didn't get me down. Why would I let that thought bother me? 

I worked even harder. Tried my best to be a mom, a wife and a provider. It is what I call was my peak. My boss liked me. I work harder. I would impress them. He would actually entrust my entire team to me. He would call me in the office, give me orders work related or not and will send his sincerest "thank you". we would hang out and talk about work and how things are going. We would gossip and laugh at unexpected things. He was so brotherly even my personal problems he tried to manage for me. 

Then, one day he sent a raging email addressed to no specific employee but is obviously pertaining to me. It was sent to everybody stating how he could no longer trust anyone and to stop using his work related accounts for useless deeds. From then, we never spoke like before. I felt the huge wall between us. Just about the same time my dearest Josh left the team It was devastating. It is also when the other half of our trio is too focused on her first BF. 

I had to face the next days alone. 

I've been here, right? I thought I've asked myself at least 10 times everyday. I know that I would get used to it. Everybody's leaving. That is normal. Everyone's got their own life to deal with. They have their own dreams to reach--which are by the way eating them alive today! 

So why am I too agitated? I really am not sure. Maybe because ALMOST everyone who's left me chose a life that is worse than the one they had when we were still getting along. They are having difficulty dealing with their jobs, with their personal and social life.
Is that the constant change the quote is talking about? I do not know. 

I just know one thing. When everybody's changing their paths, when I thought everyone has deserted me, when I thought I was left behind--one person hasn't change his position a bit. He's been  there standing behind me ready to catch me anytime I am ready to fall...

Now, it is my turn to be the one to watch your back and make sure you won't give up.

Just promise me...

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Let Me Explain!

I know I haven't blog in a while.

Fine. I haven't blog for so long... That's because I am too busy juggling my life as a mother, a small time business woman, a wife, a regular employee and a much more health conscious person (I am not forcing anyone to believe on the last part :P).

Well, anyway, for the last two months Tri had shown incredible milestones. His language skills specifically improved a lot. Many people commented before that he will have difficulty talking because they can only hear him mumbling things or saying "uhms" and "blah blah".

They got it wrong.

Tri speaks better English than a 5 year old kid does. He even sound better than an average Filipino is when speaking our second language. Forming a complete sentence is still a bit hard for him but he's getting there.

One night, hubby told me that Tri hit another kid. So I confronted him:

Me: Baby, Daddy told me you punched Jeeven (hubby's 2 year old cousin)? Is that true? Why did you do that?

Tri: Noooooo!!! My-my (mommy), Byby (Jeeven) pushed.

(he then touched his chest)


Ouch here!

Me: Is that so?

Tri: uhm. Byby kakam plants and fuwawers (Jeeven wanted me to eat leaves and flowers).

Hubby confirmed the story and I realized Tri was indeed telling the real story. Of course, that is not an excuse for his bad behavior. But I still am happy he learns how to relay information on his own.

Don't get me wrong. I do not support his bad acts.

I'll let him learn his lesson for hurting a kid. Always remember moms that language can be learned eventually, but good attitude starts from us parents.

Monday, January 31, 2011

Kung Hei Fat Choi

Happy Chinese New Year everyone! :)