Tuesday, November 24, 2015

YEY! APEC'S OVER!

After how many days that roads were closed and were only exclusive for delegates and special people and vehicles, im supppper happy that APEC's finally over and we are now back to our normal lives.

Who wants to waste time travelling to work for 3hours and go home for 4hours anyway?

I just feel great that starting today, i dont have to trim down my family time again anymore ;)


The main road blocking of Coastal to Roxas Blvd


I had to walk from coastal terminal to baclaran :(


Then take a train to Pedro Gil and walk more. Too tired to go to work :(


The long and grueling que of people desperate to catch a ride home


Even ended up taking a reroute to alabang, which was like an out of town to me :( , just to take a chance to get anything "byaheng Imus" huhu


Poor stranded people


Some vehicles driving crazy because some roads were blocked without prior advisory


And today.... Im like a boss! :) just happy apec's gone. Shoooooo! Lol

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Thursday, November 19, 2015

Blog-on-the-go

I am happy with this Bloggeroid app. Now i can post anywhere, anytime i want to.

Facebook has too much drama and instagram is too public, as i think.

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Saturday, August 1, 2015

Me Day



So ganito ang nangyari... Nagbayad ako sa meralco ng mga katanghalian. At pumunta sa SM Bacoor para magpaappointment sa dentista sa August 14. Kumain na din ako. Cheat Day. Cheat sa budget namen haha Kain ako pizza at spag :) habang kachat ang mommy ko.





Dinaanan ko na din ang mga contact lens nya. nagbilin kasi sya eh. #pabebe

Tapos, dahil nagtitipid na din ako, nagpunta ako sa favorite hangout ko at nagpamasahe. Quick massage by Mr Blind Masseur. You're the best, Sir!




At ayan... nagsiomai pa! 


Dito ako ngayon sa internet cafe... killin' some time before going to our local church and waitin'g for the hubby. bayotah!


Tuesday, June 16, 2015

KEVIN DURANT: REAL MVP!



Repost: to my future daughter in law

Oh my! Tears in my eyes while reading and after reading this:

http://www.foreverymom.com/a-letter-to-my-future-daughters-in-law-he-wont-complete-you/

To my future daughters-in-law,
I have a few things I want to say to you. This can’t possibly cover it all, but luckily, we have some time.
I don’t know you yet, but already, I love you. I love you so much, because some day, you will love my son. And he will return that love.
There will come a day that this sticky, messy, silly little boy will be yours. He will always be mine, but you will take my place in many ways.
Someday your hand will replace mine. Your eyes will be his peace and your heart will be his home.
It’ll be you he kisses goodnight.
It’ll be you he shares his dreams with.
It’ll be you who comforts him when he is scared.
It’ll be you who holds his heart. The same heart that beats against my chest as I hold him each night.
Someday, darling, that will be you.
I always thought I would have a daughter. Now I know that’s you. I want you to know I pray for you every day, just as I pray for my sons.
Right now, you’re everything to your own parents, just as my sons are everything to me. I pray you are cherished. Delighted in. Upheld and believed in. I pray you are being taught to love yourself first, because without that strong love, you will not be as equipped to love others successfully. I pray you are shown every day what a gift you are. I pray that if that message is somehow missed by those around you, you always know that when God looks at you, He sees His princess.
I am raising my son to view you that same way.
I pray you understand your worth and that you respect yourself. That you are being shown to respect others just the same. I pray that you are not afraid to share your voice, but that you use it to speak life; not only to yourself and others you encounter, but to my son. Men need you to speak life into them.
I want you to know that although I will make a lot of mistakes, I am committed to raising my son to honor you. I cannot take full credit, nor blame, for his beauty or his flaws. My own mom taught me that.
He is his own man. He has his own quirks and idiosyncracies. You’ll figure those out as you go; and someday, you too will know him better than anyone else in the world. Give him the space to be himself, and I will teach him to do the same for you.
He won’t complete you. And you won’t complete him. Only God can do that. But I pray you edify each other and encourage each other to be even better together than you are on your own.
I promise to let you in. To share my secrets and knowledge of him so that you can love him best. When the time comes, I will trust you with his heart, just as you will trust him with yours. I do not take this heart exchange lightly, and I pray you don’t either. I am raising him to understand the value of a woman’s heart. That it’s priceless, and once broken, can never go back to the way it was before.
That’s not always a bad thing, but if we can avoid it, I don’t want my son to be the one who breaks your heart. I also want you to remember that he can’t be the one to heal it. Again, only God can do that. But I will raise my son to forever cherish the gift that is you and your love. I will teach him to understand your value. To honor and respect you, as you do him.
I strive to raise my boys in such a way that they learn how to be strong, yet vulnerable. Brave, yet humble. Courageous and fearless, yet unafraid to ask for help. That they are leaders but know how to follow. I pray he leads you well and understands the honor it is to be in that role. I pray he serves you, but that you never take advantage of his sacrifice.
I pray he fully understands his role as a man and that he lives his life with integrity, honor, humility, honesty, faith and humor. That he knows who he is first in Christ and then within himself. I pray he follows his dreams and passions and that nothing stands in the way of that, to include you. I pray the same for you.
I am committed to raising my son to be independent and never to look to you to be his mother, because I will have stood in that role well. I vow to be fully present for him. To teach him what he needs to know about women and how special they are. I promise to raise him in such a way that he always remembers you are someone’s daughter and that you belonged to him after you belonged to God and your parents.
I pray that with each day you love my son, your love swells and overflows. I pray the same for him. I hope as the two of you build a life together, that you never forget how that life was built. Stand strong together. You will need each other in this life. Though I am teaching him towant you rather than to need you, there will be times that he will need you. And you will need him. Be there.
Support each other. Love each other. Choose each other.
The noise of the world will be loud. It won’t always be easy. There may be days that you look at him and question every decision you ever made. In those moments, I pray you will fall back on the foundation you built together and remember why you chose to stand there.
I promise you that each day, I will teach my son these same lessons. I will plant seeds of love in his heart every moment. I promise to show him how to take care of himself. How to do the laundry and the dishes, and to never expect you to do it all. How to be your partner. I promise to foster his sensitivity while praising his strength. To teach him how to be open and to hold your words when they spill from your lips and into his hands. I promise to teach him how to catch them. To hold you. To love you. All of you. To see you for you, not what you can offer him.
I promise to raise him to be enough within himself so that he can then be enough for you.
We’ve got a lot of years before we meet. But each day between now and then, I will pray for you. I will love you. And when I meet you, I will love you even more than I already do. Because you will love my son. And you’ll become my daughter.

Hariell on Speech Improvement

Last night, I was not too busy at work, I googled on "25 month old baby still not talking"
I read that kids' development are different from others and that there might be some who are late talkers. Or there might be some speech-language disorder. You'll never know until you get some expert advice and have them undergo therapy.

To gauge if he's just fine, the kiddo has to be able to speak at least 25 words. I quickly identified Hariell's usually spoken words:

1) nanay
2) tatay
3) baby
4) wawa (his petname for his brother Zeo)
5) wow
6) kanin
7) la na
8) mam
9) tey (thank you)
10) bye
11) hi

...after 11, I couldn't think more of what he speaks that we usually hear. Other than this, all his talks are babbles and unclear words. I felt sad and worried.

This morning, in bed, I talked to my husband about this and told him that maybe we could have Hariell checked up by his pediatrician. He's fine with it.

Then I sweetly grabbed Hariell, and looked in his eye. I slowly said "Apple". I was shocked that he copied me and said "Apai" . I laughed in relief that he said apple! My husband also laughed proudly... Then I tried saying "bike" ...Hariell said "bike". I said "banana", he said "papana" .... I " said "car" , he repeated as "cai" ...i am so proud of him, cant stop kissing my little boy! ...Next, I said "dog", funny, he said "aw-aw"

LOL

Then I suddenly recalled that he already could say bike, chicken, egg. One time, he even said "langgam"

So maybe yah, I shouldn't be too frustrated of him not knowing yet his ABCs and 123. Afterall, he's just 2 years old and our 1st forever baby in the family. Maybe we'll just let him take his time growing and progressing. Coz i've been warned that when a toddler starts talking, you bet, you'd have a hard time making him stop!

taking one step at a time :)


Friday, May 22, 2015

ACCIDENT!!!!! Scalded Left Hand

My heart sank when I saw my 2 year old son's left hand scalded with lots of blisters. His eyes were telling me how much he's aching. I felt his pain and how I wish I could just take it all.

He happened to dip his hand in the pail of hot water which was supposed to be his bathing water last night. He removed the water hose so the water was not mixed with cold one. My mother-in-law was just attending to Zeo when she suddenly heard Hariell screamed! She didn't notice Hariell going in the bathroom. She put Vaseline lotion immediately. Then after a couple of hours, my husband came back from work and told me what happened. I instructed him to put on aloe vera gel for first aid. He said that Hariell's hand was red but did not tell me it looked like something I never thought my baby's hand could be :( When I got back from work at 1:30 in the morning, I cried. Feeling kawawa for my son and I felt helpless. It was an awful feeling I hope I could never feel again.

My brother sent me some help and told me to be strong for Hariell. And then later on, Happy and I went to the Emergency Room of a nearby hospital. The doctor cleaned and sterilized my baby's hand and applied ointment. They also gave him a pain reliever for comfort. Hariell was so brave he was trying not to cry. I wish I could just ease all his pain. It was difficult seeing him like that.

After some hours, the doctor discharged us and we went home. Hariell still have difficulty sleeping. It must be really painful for him.

But God is good. I know my baby's going to be stronger after this.





Friday, April 17, 2015

Stuck

but then again, at least i took the chance
Today, I had a flopped interview with our Director of Rooms  :(
Boooooooo

At the point my mind was blocked with any decent answer to one of his questions, I wanted to shake myself, slap my face and kick my own butt. wake myself from that 10 seconds of mind darkness!

Not that I feel stupid. It's just that I really want this promotion :( I want this sooooo bad but I guess, it is still not for me.

I want to go home now. Hug my husband, kiss my little boys. Pat myself on the back and say everything will be alright. Tomorrow is another day.

Meanwhile, I'm still stuck in our good ol' back office.

God knows best.

*sigh*
:(



Tuesday, April 14, 2015

24 hours

It's been a while again and again.
i miss blogging so much, i often think of it on my way to work and home. You know, posting things to remember and just venting out things that are bugging me.
But i don't have a lot of luxuries now when it comes to time management. Most of the time, i come to think that 24 hours would never be enough for me as i live my life now.

There are lots of things going on with my busy busy busy life and i wish i have more time to do more.

But heck! each of us has 24 hours to live every day, just have to make the most out of my 24 hours.

I always pray to God to give me more tomorrows. I have a lot of things that i want to do.