Random Thoughts on Random things

Disney heroines

2009-04-03T11:37:00.000+08:00

Getting a Pocahontas result in that FB quiz made me think about what a disney heroine should represent.

Before Pocahontas, Mulan and Hercules was shown, the only Disney princesses I knew were Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty and Ariel (from Little Mermaid). When I was younger, the scene where Prince Charming would kiss Sleeping Beauty (thereby breaking the evil witch’s spell) made me giddy as hell. Kilig to the bones, talaga! Made me wish for my own Prince Charming too.

But as I grew older, I realized that there was something wrong about how Disney portrayed women. Sure they were beautiful and smart but they still were still damsels in distress!

I wondered why Disney portrayed Ariel as a submissive girl who failed to put up a fight when an evil Octupus-like crazy woman stole her groom on the day of their wedding!!! I mean she gave up her family for that man and yet, she mere merley cries when the wedding barge departs without her. WTF?

Hence, it was such a relief when Disney emancipated women through Mulan, Pochantas and Meg (the heroine in Hercules). I liked the idea of Mulan who decided to save her family and her father by disguising herself as a man. And how Meg epitomized sacrifice and selflessness when she decides to save Hercules by pushing him away from a falling pillar and taking the blow herself.

Cinderalla and Sleeping Beauty can definitely pick up a thing or two from Mulan and Meg.

I hope Disney continues to produce animated films with heroines who are just as witty, brave and strong as Meg and Mulan. Women who know that they are more than just a pretty face with an enviable body.

I also hope that, through Disney films, little girls will embrace the idea that they are heroes in their own right. And that they don’t need a prince’s kiss to free them from bondage.

Ang Huling El Bimbo

2009-03-09T08:47:00.000+08:00

Indeed, The Final Set was a fitting ending to more than a decade of outstanding musical collaboration. From the opening strains of Magasin up until their very last live performance of Ang Huling El Bimbo, Ely, Raymund, Marcus and Buddy showed us why they are worthy to be called icons of Philippine Music.

Thank you, eheads, for giving us an ultraelectromagnetic night to remember. As Carrie phrased it, thank you and farewell!

I hope we could spend more time together
A few hours is better than never
If only we could make it longer
The whole day would be fine
The whole week would be fine
The whole month would be fine
The whole year would be fine
A decade would be fine
A century would be fine
A fine, fine time!

-- Fine Time, Cutterpillow

Almost two

2009-01-13T11:58:00.003+08:00

Four days to go and our little boy is turning two!

"She discovered with great delight that one does not love one’s children just because they are one’s children but because of the friendship formed while raising them."

- Gabriel Garcia Marquez, Love in the Time of Cholera

Looking forward to more years of memories, learnings, laughter, love and friendship with you, Anton. Happy birthday!

E-heads overdrive

2008-09-02T14:06:00.001+08:00

Can't help it. With their songs on my playlist, I am on an E-heads overdrive. Browsed through some reviews of their reunion last Saturday and came across this article by Reggie Gulle where he wrote:

"... seemingly out of the blue, four school chums, who looked and dressed as unassumingly as the typical college-boys in tee-shirts and jeans and sneakers casually hanging out in front of dormitories after class, had a stroke of inspiration and put together an LP of their original compositions. It was titled, rather in come-what-hither fashion, "Ultraelectromagneticpop”, and credited as being presented by “The Eraserheads”.

...What was different about the sound of the Eraserheads was that it somehow had a grounding in musical forms that other Pinoy bands hadn't explored as frequently...Most noticeable about their first album was how the band didn't attempt to sound as angry or blistering as punk or thrash metal ( which Metallica allegedly first popularized ), nor did they try to ride along the remnants of the “New Wave” sound ( reduced to the generic term “alternative rock” ).

Instead, they managed to produce a distinctive amalgamation of bouncy rhythms and deceivingly simple arrangements which drove the Pinoy folk-rock-and-pop sensibility up a few hard-driving notches, together with upbeat smatterings of reggae, ska, and for the most part--yes, that unmistakeable Beatles-like energy.

“Pare Ko”, the first hugely successful single from that album, could very well epitomize the almost unexpected infectiousness of the band's musical appeal...The song is tongue-in-cheek, it never took itself too seriously despite its theme of betrayed love, it sounded Pinoy, and it was rock and roll.

..The band broke up in 2002, yet their songs still enjoy a considerable amount of airplay, and the ever-ubiquitous videoke singers out in the streets and inside smoky bars continue belting out tunes such as “Alapaap”, “Overdrive”, “Ligaya”, and that thoroughly overkilled ditty “Ang Huling El Bimbo”.

I confess that I have never been a rabid fan of the Eraserheads, but I also have to say that I could mention no other Pinoy rock act which could muster the sheer patronage which Ely Buendia, Marcus Adoro, Buddy Zabala, and Raymund Marasigan still demonstrate, even after six years of not performing together.

Because, in sum, the Eraserheads' sound, far beyond the others I get to hear from most other local bands, is quite essentially the spirit of the Pinoy. Buendia's schoolboy vocals draw in Pinoys from all walks of life because it sounds so much like everyone of us..."

my life

2008-08-28T15:14:00.000+08:00

Two years and two days

2008-08-20T12:46:00.001+08:00

I’ve been told one too many times that marriage is not a bed of roses. Having been married for two years and two days, I know this to be true. But I also know that it is a wonderful journey worth taking with someone you love. And for me, I can’t see myself going through this path with anyone else except with the man I married. Sure we’ve stepped on some landmines along the way, hurt each other a few times with words we never really meant to say. But I still wouldn’t trade this for the world. Ok, maybe I can consider if it’s Aga Muhlach we are talking about…but, I kid, ofcourse.

I now know that it’s actually glitches like these that makes relationships much stronger. In two years, I’ve realized that marriage is not just about the L word (I meant Love, in case you were thinking of something else). I’ve learned that the success of the marriage hinges mostly on the couple’s ability to accept each other’s difference.

In the beginning, I must admit that I resented the fact that Joel was not like me. That he didn’t talk to me about things that were important to him. That he often kept to himself during social calls. That he wasn’t comfortable about sharing his feelings, thoughts and plans. I thought that making this marriage meant molding him into the person I wanted him to be. But after two years, I realized that it really is all about acceptance. That we have to revel in our differences. That our difference is what drives our growth as individuals and as a couple.

More importantly, I realized that marriage is about partnership. That it really is important to have someone whom you can count on, someone you can trust, from the littlest of things to the most important of tasks — like taking care of the little one.

Last night, while I was attending our team dinner, Joel took over the task of putting Anton to bed. It took him awhile but he did it. I was able to enjoy the night with my team because I knew he would take care of Anton. When I went arrived home a little before midnight, I saw them sleeping beside each other — father facing son and son facing father. Watching them peacefully sleep together, I knew I married the right man. Flaws and all.

Happy anniversary to us, Joel!

my own domain!!

2008-08-19T09:34:00.004+08:00

Guess what Joel bought me for our 2nd wedding anniversary??

My own new domain: . Yahoo!

Yey, now I can blog and do whatever I want using my own name!! Yipee. I know its babaw but for me, it's actually quite cool to see my name with a .com at the end. I decided to use my maiden name because, well, most people still know me by that name and after all, longevity wise, I have been using it far longer than my married name.

So what to do with the website with my name on it? Blog, ofcourse!!!

Joel has also helped me move all of the contents of this site to the new page so all of you who are reading this can now access the same page here. Walang labis, walang kulang.

For those who have linked me up, can you please update the links in your site as well? Thanks mucho.

I will still try to keep this site a mirror site for the new page but no, promises, ok? To be safe (and updated), just go straight to my new domain.

Global Marketing Team Pic

2008-08-13T08:31:00.002+08:00

Exceptional service. Insightful solutions. One Team.

Naks! =)

The Writing Desk

2008-08-11T20:42:00.004+08:00

Everyone, meet our team's all-time favorite probie (Marc) and the newest probie, Abbey (who, by the way, was my classmate in Prep -- wudja believe!!).

Help couldn't have come at a better time, really. God knows that with all the work coming our team's way, we certainly are glad to have these two new probies on board.

Ah, I love this team. Love it so much that it's scary. Really.

Clockwise: Badj, Marc, Carrie, Abbey, moi and boss Rese.

And opcors golfcourse, here's another pic of me and my sparring partner at work: Carrie "the One" Onida!!!

Oh di ba? Posing as if this was our first picture together. Susme, ang dami na ata nameng picture ng babaeng ito! Daig pa ata ang wedding pics namen ni Joel hehehe. Love you, Cayi!

How much of the Philippines have you seen?

2008-08-05T14:14:00.004+08:00

I took the Lakbayan survey just to see how I fared. Apparently, I am a B grade traveller -- meaning I have seen/been to quite a number of places in the country. Mind you, our country being an archipelago, this is no mean feat.

I guess I have my previous PR job to thank for this high grade. In my two-year stint with them, I have visited, among others:

1. Dos Palmas (twice)
2. Cebu (countless times)
3. Davao (thrice)
4. General Santos (once)
5. Bohol (once)
6. Bacolod (once)
7. Cagayan de Oro (once)

And the best part of all, these trips were free!! =)

My wanderlust has also taken me to places up north such as:

1. Baguio (several times -- most memorable of which was with my family before Kuya went to the US)
2. Puerto Galera (at least four times)
3. Boracay (once pa lang but I intend to change that soon)
4. Bicol (thanks to an OJT with the office of then Senator Webb)
5. La Union (one of my bestfriends, Raymond, took us there after graduation)

It is quite amusing to see how much I have seen of the Philippines if it is shown in a map like this:

My Lakbayan grade is B!

How much of the Philippines have you visited? Find out at Lakbayan!

Created by Eugene Villar.

Happy birthday, Chie!

2008-08-04T10:05:00.002+08:00

I've heard it said
that people come into our lives for a reason
Bringing something we must learn
And we are led
To those who help us most to grow
If we let them -- and we help them in return
Well, I don't know if I believe that's true
But I know I'm who I am today
Because I knew you

Like a comet pulled from orbit as it passes a sun
Like a stream that meets a boulder halfway through the wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

So much of me is made of what I learned from you
You'll be with me like a handprint on my heart
And now whatever way our stories end
I know you have re-written mine
By being my friend

Like a ship blown from its mooring
By a wind off the sea
Like a seed dropped by a skybird
In a distant wood
Who can say if I've been changed for the better
But because I knew you
I have been changed for good

--excerpts from the song "For Good"

Sorry, Chie. Had to plunder some pics from your multiply site. Wasn't able to scan our pics in Singapore eh. Sowi. Then again, it's the thought that counts, right?

A happy, lovely, nothing-short-of-amazing birthday, to you -- my one-women-pep-squad-slash-bestest friend-slash-shrink-slash-sister whom destiny forgot to give me. Love you with all my heart.

Soccer baby

2008-08-01T08:01:00.003+08:00

Move over David Beckham, our little boy is poised to take your place in the world of football.

Anton: Ang dakilang taga-walis ng Paula Homes

2008-07-29T13:14:00.007+08:00

Anton seems to have a penchant for brooms and dust pans.

Check out his funny video

Untitled from razener on Vimeo.

Let me know what you think =)

Iskolar ng Bayan

2008-07-25T13:35:00.002+08:00

In celebration of UP's centennial, I am posting excerpts of an article published in the Manila Standard Today. Not sure who the author is. Read this in an email forwarded to me by Carrie.

If you speak to anyone from UP – student, professor, alumnus - you will get no Latin slogans or apologies about how the school teaches values in spite of its outward materialism. This is not a student population that thinks about basketball games or memorizes school songs. This is not a school that chooses one statement to drill into the minds of its students.

This is not, of course, to say that UP does not care about values. It is that UP, in its own inimitable way, believes that values cannot be force-fed. The statue of the naked man that guards the entrance to the campus in Diliman best represents UP's approach to all education and the respect for students that is the center of its educational philosophy. All who come to this university, regardless of origin, bring themselves naked, carrying nothing but their thirst; like the proverbial empty teacup, making an offering of self, waiting to be filled.

Here is a campus where all have the same opportunities to learn. But, also, here is a campus that will give all the same opportunities to fail. There are no guidance counselors who will chase after you because you have been skipping classes. The attitude this university takes is that you must take the initiative – for learning, for seeking help, for realizing you need help. That is not to say that no help exists. But it is help that is not forced upon you.

This is a university rich in both introspection and conversation. On this campus, the student is constantly exposed to people – faculty, administrators, community members, other students – who care deeply and passionately about the world. The conversations are almost never purely cerebral. A single graph can provoke comments about government policy and its effects on people.

As a result, UP is home to a student population that looks at the world and cares. It is easy to see pictures of protesting students and dismiss it as radicalism. But there are few campuses in this country where students go beyond a passing curiosity about what is happening in the world beyond their own lives. There are even fewer universities where students not only care but also actually believe they have a responsibility to make a difference – not in some hazy future – today.

And that, I believe, is what truly forges character. Character is not molded by speeches or long classes in ethics or theology. Character grows from within. It begins by being handed the keys to your own self and being told you are in charge; you now have power over yourself and your own actions – and with that power, you take on responsibilities.

Whoever wrote this, thank you. This is a well-written piece and accurately sums up everything we Iskolars ng Bayan represent.

My weekends are made of these

2008-07-21T08:26:00.004+08:00

It was bonding time for me and mo cuishle once again. Hubby was out the whole saturday because of a company sponsored event (their team went to see the Manila Ocean Park) so it was just me and the little one with Mamu and Ema. Oh, Dad was in Laguna too for some male bonding.

Going back. Aside from playing with the little one, I finally got to try the fully automatic washing machine I bought nearly two years ago. Never got to use it since I purchased it because, well, I don't know really. Just never thought of giving it a try. So. Since Ema was playing with Anton, I took the opportunity of trying the seemingly decaying machine. Sayang naman di ba if di ko i try. Yey, it worked. Medyo magastos lang sha sa water and detergent but sulit naman. As in no sweat talaga. And by the time I was done, Anton woke up from his morning nap and viola, back to playing mode na naman ako.

Had a chance to lure the little one into the bed for some snapshots with my phone camera:

And since ang anak ko ay nasa stage ng walang kapaguran, akala ko di na ko mapapahinga. But thanks to Ema and Mamu, I got my much-needed rest and was even able to doze off for a few hours in the afternoon. She and Mamu played with Anton while I tried to get some reading and sleeping done.

Sunday was spent lunching at Galleria to celebrate Tyang Tilling's birthday. In the afternoon, we all trooped to the church and offered mass for Nana's swift recovery from the Big C.

So that's how I spent my weekend. Now I am back at work. Bummer.

Cant' wait!

2008-07-18T16:34:00.004+08:00

Since I have had Anton, I have rarely been to the movies. But this one, I cannot pass up.

I am so excited to watch this movie!!! Saw the trailer and I must say, this is Heath Ledger's opus.

Robert Fulghum

2008-07-18T09:45:00.003+08:00

Since I already wrote about Erma Bombeck, I think it is but fair to also mention another fave author of mine: Robert Fulghum. Just like mareng Erma, I was introduced to the writings of pareng Robert in highschool. I think it was during my first year in High school when we were first given copies of his famous article "All I Really Need to Know I learned in Kndergarten." And since then I was hooked. Like mareng Erma, I particularly like pareng Robert's humor and wit. And the way he gets life's profound lessons in our daily routine. Aside from his most famous book, I also have copies of "Uh-Oh", "It was on Fire When I lay on it", and "The Rituals of our Lives."

And just like Erma, I also have compiled my favorite Robert Fulghum quotes such as:

- One of life's best coping mechanisms is to know the difference between an inconvenience and a problem. If you break your neck, if you have nothing to eat, if your house is on fire, then you've got a problem. Everything else is an inconvenience. Life is inconvenient. Life is lumpy. A lump in the oatmeal, a lump in the throat and a lump in the breast are not the same kind of lump. One needs to learn the difference. (I always remember this everytime I encounter a challenge. hence, when in a tough situation, I ask myself: Problem or inconveniene? Funny but that simple question always brought clarity to my thoughts.)

- I don't think the thing is to be well known, but being worth knowing.

- To love something and to possess it are two different things.

- I've always thought anyone can make money. Making a life worth living, that's the real test.

- What does it profit a man if he gains the whole world and loses his own soul? (PGMA, are you reading this?? Hope you are!)

And my all time favorite is his credo:

I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge —

That myth is more potent than history.

I believe that dreams are more powerful than facts —

That hope always triumphs over experience —

That laughter is the only cure for grief.

And I believe that love is stronger than death.

Madami pa sha actually magandang lessons but most of these are in narratives. If you like light, inspiration readings, go and grab a copy of any of his books. Believe me, after you read one or two of his anecdotes, you will be sleeping with a smile on your face.

Happy reading!!

Grammar Girl (and Boy)

2008-07-15T11:19:00.004+08:00

The thing I love most about this job is the witty banter between members of my team. I have said it once and I will say it again: I have never been more honored to work with a bunch of people who are so intellectually gifted that it sometimes scares the hell out of me.

There's B who is a repository of useless information/trivia. There's M who is a son of a prominent journalist but for some reason (maybe because he is from that school in Taft) is sometimes exceedingly slow when it comes to understanding stuff. There's C who is called The One in our team because of her exceptional writing and editing skills. And of course, there's our Boss R who is just as crazy as the rest of us.

But I digress. Just this morning, B was asking C and me for words he can use to replace "take into account." Our suggestions were "consider" or "factor in". He didn't like both and instead opted to flip his sentence or some other strategy just so he can use "take into account". And then he asked C whether the word "roll out" needed a hyphen. Here is how their conversation went:

B: How do you spell roll out?

C: Depends. Do you want to use it as noun or as a verb? If you use it as a verb, you don't need to use a hypen. If it is a noun, it has to hypenated.

B: But I am using it as an adjective.

C: What do you mean?

B: As in "roll out time"

C: (without batting an eyelash) with a hyphen.

B: But word does not want to accept it.

C: Then Word is wrong. You're better than MS Word.

B: The spelling is not being accepted.

C: Eh sino ba masusunod? Ikaw o machine?

Author's thought: May point nga naman itong si C. Mas mautak nga naman si B kesa kay MS word =)

Anyways, this is just but one example of many grammar discussions we have each day. I must say that it does not only make for an interesting blog story. I actually learn something out of it. Another important discussion we had was about them things we call "em dash" and "en dash." C actually blogged about it here.

So C and B, keep 'em discussions coming. They're downright funny and enlightening at the same time. Love you both for it.

The second oldest profession in the world..

2008-07-11T12:01:00.002+08:00

...is motherhood. At least acccording to Erma Bombec, an American humorist who made a living out of writing about the joys and pains of a domesticated life. I first came across her work in high school when our lit teacher gave introduced her writing to us. To this day, I find her works as one of the wittiest, most intelligent writings I have ever come across. I guess it is because, whether you are a mother or not, there is a universal truth in each of her writings.
Here are some of her most memorable, if not downright funny, words of wisdom:

1. Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy and complaining about the shadow over my feet, I'd have cherished every moment of it and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was to be my only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

2. There is possibly no guilt in this world to compare with leaving a sick child with a babysitter. The sitter could be Mother Teresa and you would still feel rotten. There is something about having your child throw ( pwede din grow) up without you that is difficult to l ive with.

3. If I had my life to live over again, I would have talked less and listened more.

4. Giving birth is little more than a set of muscular contractions granting passage of a child. Then the mother is born.

5. It is not until you become a mother that your judgment slowly turns to compassion and understanding.

6. When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left and could say, "I used everything you gave me."

7. Children make your life important.

8. There's nothing sadder in this world than to awake Christmas morning and not be a child.

9. I love my mother for all the times she said absolutely nothing . . . .for her silence during the times I fell flat on my face, made a lousy judgment, and took a stand that I had to pay dearly for . . . Thinking back on it all, it must have been the most difficult part of mothering she ever had to do: knowing the outcome, yet feeling she had no right to keep me from charting my own path. I thank her for all her virtues, but mostly for never once having said, “I told you so.”

Thoughts

2008-07-09T14:03:00.002+08:00

Much has been said about the demands of motherhood and how it is especially difficult to juggle all these, especially if you are a working mom like me. Most days, I have learned to set it aside as something I have to live with. But over the weekend, it has once again been brought to the fore. I won't go into the details of what transpired at home. Suffice to say it made me stop and wonder, do people really understand what working parents go through?

Being away from your baby is not a sign of an irresponsible parent. yeah, sure, there are parents who abandon their kids at the first offer of a gimmick but for fairness sake, let's make a demarcation line between parents who shamelessly go out on social calls and parents who are sacrificing their precious weekend just to earn extra bucks.

If practicality were set aside for one moment, I am sure many of my kind would walk out of their respective offices and decide to spend the rest of their days with their babies. I would. I absolutely wish there were more hours in the day where I could be with Anton and play with him and let him know that Mommy is watching over him. I wish weekends were longer and work days much shorter.

Every time my husband regales me with stories of Anton's newest tricks, I feel guilty and sad that I wasn't there to witness it. It is nothing short of a heartbreak, really.

I just hope someday Anton will realize that it's not about how much time you have with someone, it's how you spend it together.

I have nothing against people who see things differently. I just hope you could cut us some slack every now and then.

London Times Obituary of the late Mr. Common Sense

2008-07-07T14:03:00.002+08:00

Just because every bit of this article is true, I am re-posting it here:

Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: Knowing when to come in out of the rain; why the early bird gets the worm; Life isn't always fair; and maybe it was my fault.

Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge).

His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition.

Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children.

It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an Aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion.

Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault.

Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.

Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust; his wife, Discretion; his daughter, Responsibility; and his son, Reason. He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame, and I'm A Victim.

Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on. If not, join the majority and do nothing.

So sad but true, yes?

Nana...

2008-07-04T15:57:00.001+08:00

... is my surrogate mother in Singapore. Like any mother, she coooked for me and Chie even after a long day's work. She would walk a few blocks, sometimes take the train, just so she could give us our daily ration of food. And when we were sick, she would watch over us until we were well again. She did everything to prevent us from getting homesick, even though sometimes, we knew she was feeling it too.

Last week, doctors found lumps in Nana's breast. Thankfully, they weren't cancerous. Unfortunately, nana had to undergo a mastectomy just the same. Through it all, Chie was by her side. And I wasn't. Not that I wanted it that way. I'm sure she understood that I just couldn't fly to Singapore in a moment's notice.

Anyways, Chie told me yesterday that Nana is recovering well and is actually reverting to her usual, bubbly self. At one point in our conversation, Chie asked me why this had to happen to Nana, of all people. Nana is a good person, Chie said. She didn't deserve this. Chie's questions got me thinking. And not feeling clever, sent her a note which hopefully bears some truth to it.

Bad things happen because they just do. Nana didn't do anything wrong. And truth be told, I don't think she deserved it either. But Nana's faith is strong, as you said, and this event in her life will not change that. She knows in her heart that this is not a test of faith. Think of the good things, Chie. At least, the results were negative of cancer. At least she is not in pain. At least, she had you to hold her hand and take care of her. She may not have a partner but with a niece like you, why else would she need one?

So, Chie, kudos to you for the strenght you have shown Nana. Nana, please get well soon. I will see you when you come home here sa Pinas.

Who is next, Manny?

2008-07-02T14:57:00.003+08:00

Shared to me by office seatmate, Carrie. Just too darned funny not to post here.

Due to the overwhelming losses and humiliation the Mexican boxers have suffered under the iron hands of Manny Pacquiao, the Mexican government has sent feelers to Team Pacquiao that they would like Manny to fight ZORRO next. No comment yet from Team Pacquiao.

vs.

So, who are you betting on? =)

Our two Antonios

2008-06-25T14:22:00.003+08:00

Taken during the older Antonio's birthday dinner at Dayrit's Global City. Such a delight to see the two of them together. Didn't realize na mas suplado pala ang anak ko kesa sa ninong nya =) Good to see you again, bro. 8 days seemed like a short time but thanks for making it happen. See you again in December.

Oh no, not again

2008-06-23T10:22:00.002+08:00

Another one of them domestic ferries has capsized while sailing through rough waters. Literally. According to reports, Sulpicio's Princess of Stars left Manila Friday night for Romblon (or somewhere down South). The ship never made it. And now, around 700 people are missing.

I worked in the shipping industry for 4 years -- 2 of which was as a public relations officer for the domestic shipping association. In those 2 years, I was exposed to the plight of shipping companies, the challenges they faced and how they wanted to seriously make their services and fleet better. I know for a fact how these companies have made considerable investments to make their ships seaworthy. I've ridden some of these vessels -- the Superferry 12, 17 and even, I think, the one that just sank.

While I agree that the ship owners should be held accountable for these kind of sea mishaps (at least to a certain degree), I still think the government should do something to help address these accidents. The MARINA, Coast Guard and PPA, should do their share -- be more proactive, and less susceptible to corruption. If a ship is not supposed to sail, then don't let it leave the port. Provide harsher penalties if necessary. Do whatever it takes. At whatever price. We are talking about lives here. Not just mere boats. But about saving someone's mother, sister, brother, father, son, daughter.

The maritime industry is sinking and it needs help. Let us not allow another bunch of 700 people to just float around, praying that someone out there finally hears the message. Let us not go down in history as the country that keeps breaking its own record for holding the worst maritime disaster in history.

Unthinkable, unforgivable

2008-06-20T09:09:00.002+08:00

In a span of one week, I've read two incidents of infanticide -- one was consumated (http://www.gmanews.tv/story/101640/Baby-girl-dies-after-being-hurled-from-9th-floor) and one, thankfully, was not (http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/inquirerheadlines/metro/view/20080620-143697/Baby-thrown-from-cab-now-out-of-danger).

As a mother and as a human being, these two stories will undoubtedly haunt me for the rest of my life. For the life of me, I would never understand why women (they do not deserve to be called mothers at all) can do these sort of things. These babies, planned or not, are and should be considered as blessings. WTF were you thinking??!?!?!

To the heartless bitches who did these, shame on you. You were supposed to protect them and keep them safe from harm. These babies do not deserve you. And you don't deserve them. Shame on you.

Snapshots from my city of angels experience

2008-06-13T10:46:00.005+08:00

It was a glorious week, indeed! For 6 beautiful, beautiful days, I was able to spend time with family I haven't seen for years!!

D day: being welcomed so warmly by Tito Bob and family, Tito Peps and family, Jerome, Daisy and little Jeremy, Uncle Simon (in that frigtheningly blue Homeland Security uniform) and of course, Ate Maylyn and Kuya Dennis.

It was a delight to finally see them!! Ate Maylyn and Kuya Dennis with Jeremy.

With ate maylyn and cayi along the Hollywood walk of fame

Kilig na kilig sa mga paa at kamay ni George Clooney!

Our one and only photo op together. At on The Road to hollywood. Unfortunately, we weren't able to capture the Hollywood sign behind us as it was getting dark then.

Ta Nin's baby doll is all grown up and has a baby doll of his own!

Hardrock cafe, Universal City Walk

Getting my first taste of the famous Pink Berry. Yummy!

Dining with Cayi at Johnny Rockets courtesy of Cayi's pal, Eloi

At the heart of capitalism: Tiffany, Rodeo Drive. With Cayi.

Finally got to visit Ninang Nancy and Ninong Ben as well as Bam and his family on my second day.

With Tito Peps, Tita Celia and my baby Jason (who obviously ain't so little anymore) at guess where..Max's!!

Inside the Indiana Jones ride with Nic and Tish

At the happiest place on Earth -- or so they say it is. My vote is on the Premium Outlets in Camarillo, though. But what the heck, I sure had a lot of fun here too! Thanks to Nic!

Being silly in Mickey ears

Thanks Kuya, Ate Maylyn, Ate Roselyn (with whom I didn't get to have a picture with), Uncle Simon, Tito Peps, Tita Celia, Jason, Joseph, Jerom, Daisy, Jemoy, Nicole, Celine, Tito Bob, Tita Peachie, Nikki, Tish, Ninang Nancy, Ninong Ben, Bam, Cristy, and Eloi for making my short visit to LA an uber memorable one -- hope i didn't forget anyone!! I shall return!!

Thanks too to Tita Laluy and Tita Aya whom I didn't get to see but had the pleasure to talk to while I was there.

My father, the hero

2008-06-11T09:12:00.002+08:00

Tomorrow, our country will be celebrating the 110th anniversary of Philippine Independence. And while everyone will be harping about Philippine heroes, let me tell you something about my own hero.

My hero never had a statue or monument built for him but to everyone who knew him, he is the epitome of kindness and generosity. Even now when he doesn't have much money, he always makes it a point to give a few hundred pesos to a friend in need. As a grandad, he sets aside a portion of his pension so he could buy milk, a toy, sometimes even just a huge bottle of distilled water to mix for his formula.

My hero did not serve in the government but he served the people in his community. He played a vital role in helping build a parish and not just a Church. By serving the people around him, he taught me how one can still be of service by just sharing your time and your efforts. No money is required -- just pure and total commitment to the cause.

My hero did not graduate from college nor did he gain honors or merits during his academic life. But he worked hard to send his three children to school -- the best schools that the country has to offer. Because of his sacrfices, one son is now working in the banking industry in the States, one is an architect and his only daughter is working as a marketing communications specialist for the world's leading law firm. Not bad for a college drop out.

My hero is not a professional writer nor a gifted public speaker but he never fails to impart valuable lessons to his children. Never fails to say the right words at the right time. Never fails to inspire and motivate his children to do good.

My hero will never go down in history as the best man that ever lived. But in my and my brothers' books, he is undoubtedly, the best father in the world.

Happy father's day, Dad. I don't say it often enough but yeah, I really, absolutely adore you and all you have done for me, my brothers, mom and most especially, Anton. We love you.

With my hero when I was barely a year old.

Pendong!!!

2008-06-09T09:05:00.003+08:00

We brought the little one to the barbershop over the weekend for some serious trimming. The decision was borne out of necessity, more than anything else. Anyone who's been in Manila would attest to how hot and humid the weather has been lately.

So. The little one now looks like this:

Still pogi, don't cha think so?

Just finished reading...

2008-06-04T15:00:00.004+08:00

Thanks to Carrie for lending me this book!! A riveting narrative on the events leading to the Chiago World's Fair that took place in 1894. It also tells the story of two of the most intriguing men in America at that time: Daniel Burnham and Dr. H.H. Holmes -- although, of course, they were intriguing in two very different ways.

I dunno if it is just because I am still fascinated by Chicago but this book really won me over. Not just for its historical richness but more because of how Erik Larson was able to seamlessly intertwine the Chicago's triumph and embarrassment.

Read it!! Oh, and you will be thrilled to know how the Chicago World's Fair out-Eiffled Eiffel's Tower during the Paris Exposition. Hint: It was the design of a young Engineer that finally did it. The name of the engineer was George Ferris. Go figure.

Belated Happy Birthday, Lolo Dos

2008-06-02T07:44:00.002+08:00

Dear Lolo Dos,

Sorry I missed greeting you on your actual birthday, May 29. It was pretty hectic at work and I just didn't get a chance to get some time off so I could visit you. Dad had a busy schedule, too, over at Church. They are in the middle of feeding program for kids and had already committed to driving some of the committee members on some errands. I do feel bad about not being able to even hear mass to celebrate your birthday. But, you know in my heart that I did not forget.

It hurts to say this but I hardly remember your face nowadays. After all, I was barely 7 when you passed away. Somehow, I do remember the day I last saw you. It was the day before christmas and I recall how Dad took me on a bicycle ride from our house to the compound. I barely remember him saying I need to say goodbye to you. Of course, at that time, I did not know that that goodbye would be the last I will ever say to you. Next thing I remember was my mom taking me to SM to buy a white dress I will be wearing for your requiem mass. I do remember too that it was the most somber Christmas ever.

I feel terribly, terribly sad to realize that I shared only six years of my life with you. For the first 6 years of my life, people told me that you were one of my biggest fans. And my staunch supporter. You always had a way of sparing me from Lola Bien's patpat and sermon everytime I missed an afternoon nap or failed to clean up after my own mess. I don't remember the details now but I do remember how it felt like to be genuinely loved by a grandfather, despite only having six years with you.

I know you and Lola Bien are happy together now. I know you've waited many years to be with your soulmate again. I hope that Lola Bien had many wonderful stories about us that she shared with you. We weren't perfect grandkids but we did try to do good. You would be most especially proud of Kuya. He set the bar for all of us, your Tenorio grandkids. Because of him, we had a role model to look up to. We can only hope that we get to accomplish a fraction of what he has.

Tony is now an Architect and is making his mark in the Lion City with the 4th biggest architectural firm in the world. He is every inch the Tenorio -- even is a spitting image of Lolo Tonio, according to Tita Mita.

As for me, well, I did not turn out to a lawyer although, I am working for the biggest law firm in the world. As a writer. Funny, huh? I also am a mother now, as you might very well know. To a little boy who has become the center of my life. Every time I see him playing with my Dad, I get a glimpse of how it would have been perfect if you were with us now. You would have spoiled him rotten, too.

I miss you, Lolo Dos. I would have wanted to have more years to spend with you, learn from you, and laugh with you. Six years years was far too short but hey, it was still better than nothing. Happy Birthday!

Love,
Tins

Like father, like son?

2008-05-27T07:56:00.002+08:00

Advance happy father’s day, Joel! And happy birthday, too!

Of all the things you’ve given me, the best one yet is the little boy who looks so much like you.

Thank you!!

Pet peeve

2008-05-26T09:41:00.002+08:00

Ok, before anything else, I am all for blogging. I understand and fully support the idea that it represents freedom of speech -- that anyone can write about anything under the sun without any inhibitions or fear of being gagged. Yes, I welcome the idea that we can read about other people's opinions and might, in the end, get some useful information.

But what I do find quite abominable is when people can't follow even the most basic rules of grammar when writing on their respective blogs. For someone who makes a living out of writing, I do make a fuss everytime i come across a blog that is written soooo poorly in English that I honestly want to sit down with the author and spend a few hours teaching him how to observe basic grammar rules. It is just plain sacrilege when someone can't differentiate the proper use of "he is - he's" to "his".

Example: "...like his happy to see me after all these years."

If you can't spot the mistake in that sentence fragment, then you certainly don't deserve that degree you earned in college. Seriously.

Another sacrilege is when these so-called writers (read: bloggers) can't even start reconciling their tenses. I remember a friend of mine based in Singapore who brought to her boss' attention a colleague who kept answering the company phone with this greeting: "Good morning. How may i helped you?"

Well, can you blame my friend for telling on her colleague? I sure as hell can't.

And please! Whatever happened to the most fundamental of grammar rules? That a singular subject requires a singular verb. A plural noun requires a plural verb.

Look, I am not trying to sound holier than thou here. I understand that there will be lapses and that nothing and no one is really perfect. But if your blog entry harps on how you want to be a writer, you better be darned sure about your sentences. At the very least, you ought to turn on the spelling and grammar check function in MS Word to be sure. But if you really are a good writer as you think, you will learn to rely on your knowledge of grammar rules and not just the MS word function.

That's all.

A family affair

2008-05-23T15:09:00.002+08:00

Oh what a week it has been! Almost every balikbayan in our family travelled half way around the world to attend my cousin Gab's wedding last Satruday. And what a reunion it has been! Actually, it was anti-climactic for me since I got to see most of them too while I was in the US. I spent some serious bonding time with Patrick (now officially one of my favorite cousins!) while I was in Chicago as well as with Nicole and Celine (have always been my ALL-TIME favorite cousins) while I was in LA. But I dunno, having them here in Manila (Arlo, Jonathan, Celine, Nic and Patrick) is an all-together different treat for me.
They arrived (with the exception of Nic, who arrived on the day itself) a few days before the wedding but I didn't get a chance to hang out with them until the wedding day itself. As expected, kulitan amid super sarap food and wine. We also had some nice pics taken (which I hope Nic or Celine would send me a copy of) with the newly weds. By the way, I must say that all of us just loves Mitz, our newest cousin-in-law. Aside from being real pretty, she is also very friendly and kalog -- like all of us. Sayang talaga that I didn't get to take some days off from work to spend time with them. Oh well...

The day after the wedding, we all trooped to Laurel, Batangas for a "picnic". It was such a long, long ride that when Tita Ella quipped, "piso na lang ata nasa langit na tayo", I could not help but agree. But the food was great and the company, even greater! The only sad thing about that trip was that Anton tripped (yet again) and cut his lower lip. Poor Baby!!! For the first time, nag bleed ang baby ko!! Argh!! It was horrible. Buti na lang, Tito Bibok's wife is a nurse and she immediately assisted us para mag stop yung bleeding. Anton is ok now, though. The doctor just prescribed an ointment for the singaw.

Tuesday, my titas, uncles and cousins had dinner at our house in Cavite on the way back from Tagaytay. It wasn't such a long visit but at least they got to see our humble abode and play with my pride and joy. Mom served them a mean menu consisting of Pata tim, pinaputok na tilapia, lechon kawali, sinigang na bangus belly and nilagang bulalo. O di ba?!? Pinoy na pinoy ang menu. For dessert: my mom's famous matamis na saging! Panalo!

Wednesday, our team at the office treated Patrick, Nic and our newest addition to the Writing Desk, Marc to lunch over at Abe in Serendra. Sarap ulit ng pagkain. We had Lechon Cubano, Plapla, kare-kare, pinakbet, and crispy adobo!! My cousins loved it!!

As with most good things, this week has come to an end. In a few hours, Nic and her family will be flying back to LA. Patrick left yesterday for Chicago while Tita Laluy is set to fly tomorrow for Conneticut. Hay..nakakalungkot talaga. But then again, the world is a lot smaller now and with a multiple entry visa, seeing them might be a bit more feasible.

Times like these, I really am glad I belong to a close-knit family. I actually feel very proud of the bond we have as a family. True,We don't see each other often (swerte na if we see each other every 2 years).True, we are separated by land masses called continents -- most of us are in the Western Hemisphere while a few of us are in the Eastern Hemisphere. And there's even a few of us Down Under. Still, we are never really quite apart as some people think we are. In times of immense grief, we are able to console each other, no matter how far apart we all are. In times of great joy, we find ways to celebrate triumphs, milestones and simple achievements together. And when we need help, we know we can reach out for help. And we know too that help will come. Sabi nga ni Tita Nora, daig pa ng mga Tenorios ang network ng CNN!! Hehehe.

If there is one thing my dad has taught me well, it is this: family is always important. It doesn't matter whether you are rich or poor. If you have family, you are already very blessed. And that's true. I just need to look at our family pics --both old and new-- and I know how right my dad is. My family is not perfect and like everyone else, we have our quirks and petty tampuhans. But we always rise above it. More importantly, we take care of each other. Come what may. And that, I learned, is what family is all about.

Wicked!

2008-05-21T10:08:00.000+08:00

I can't believe I passed up the chance to watch this musical! And to think I was given two chances to see it --once in Chicago and one while I was in the City of Angels. Argh! Talk about missed opportunities.
Thankfully, Carrie had some songs from the original soundtrack uploaded into my shuffle. I don't know if listening to it everyday is helpful. The songs are beautifully and wonderfully worded and the music is just phenomenal! Work of a genius, indeed! the more i listen to it, the more I regret not being able to watch it.

The story is also very interesting -- about two witches living in Oz during the pre-Dorothy days. How their lives have become intertwined. How they have risen about their differences and became good friends in the end. How both have dedicated their lives to eliminate corruption in Oz (pati pala sa land of the witches, mala Pilipinas ang problema)!

One of the songs I especially like it is "Defying Gravity". Part of the song goes:

Something has changed within me

Something is not the same I'm through with playing by the rules

Of someone else's game

Too late for second-guessing

Too late to go back to sleep

It's time to trust my instincts

Close my eyes and leap
It's time to try Defying gravity

I think I'll try Defying gravity

And you can't pull me down...

How many times in our lives have we been told that we can't do it? That we are not cut out for the job? That we don't have what it takes?

I hope that when Anton grows up, he will learn to trust in his own judgment of himself. I hope that he will, as the song goes, learn to trust his instincts, close his eyes and leap..to try and defy gravity..and that no one can pull him down...

New 7 wonders of nature

2008-05-16T07:47:00.007+08:00

The voting is on and several of our country's wonders have been nominated! Chocolate Hills in Bohol, the Subterranean River National Park in Puerto Prinsesa and ofcourse, the Tubbataha Reef.

Pic from: http://www.pahof.de/mediac/400_0/media/DIR_7154/Bohol~1.jpg

Pic from: www.malapascua-diving.com/.../Tubbataha.html

Pic from: http://www.bsactravelclub.co.uk/reports/pics/philippines/yllighthouse.jpg

Each is allowed to vote for 7 sites so please, please, please support all three of our natural wonders. With the exception of Tubbataha reef, I have had the privilege of visiting two of these wonders. And really, they are beautiful!

Last I heard, the Tubbataha is on 8th place now so please cast in your votes so that at least one of our country's sites will win. Just log in to:http://www.new7wonders.com/nature/en/nominees/asia/c/TubbatahaReefReef/
and list down all other choices. There's a lot to choose from but I hope you will include one or two of the Philippine's best in your list.

Come on, one vote and with a click of a mouse, we just might help make history.

Mother's Day postmortem

2008-05-13T15:40:00.008+08:00

Before I was a Mom,

I never held a sleeping baby just because I didn't want to put him down.

I never felt my heart break into a million pieces when I couldn't stop the hurt.

I never knew that something so small could affect my life so much.

I never knew that I could love someone so much.

I never knew I would love being a Mom.

Before I was a Mom,

I didn't know the feeling of having my heart outside my body.

I didn't know how special it could feel to feed a hungry baby.

I didn't know that bond between a mother and her child.

I didn't know that something so small could make me feel so important and happy.

Before I was a Mom,

I never held down a screaming child so doctors could do tests. Or give shots.

I never looked into teary eyes and cried.I never got gloriously happy over a simple grin .

I never sat up late hours at night watching a baby sleep.

Before I was a Mom,

I had never gotten up in the middle of the night every 10 minutes to make sure all was okay.

I had never known the warmth, the joy, the love, the heartache,

the wonderment or the satisfaction of being a Mom.

I didn't know I was capable of feeling so much, before I was a Mom.

Before I was a Mom,

I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby.

I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous.

I never thought about immunizations.

Before I was a Mom,I had never been puked on.

Pooped on.

Chewed on.

Peed on.

I had complete control of my mind and my thoughts.I slept all night.

"Of all the rights of a woman,

the greatest is to be a mother."

**Inspired by Chie's blog in www.pinayinsg.blogspot.com

Mother's Day

2008-05-09T11:04:00.002+08:00

Yesterday, an email from our company's events committee (yes, we have one at work) invited all mothers to submit a photo of them and their child/children in light of the mother's day celebration this weekend. I don't know if prizes will be given but I did submit a picture of mo cuishle and moi. This: Pic was taken when Anton was only about 2 months old. The caption I used for this picture in our photobucket album was something along the lines of "First Dance with Anton".

Looking at it now, I realize how much has changed since that photo was taken. Physically, anton is bigger. Taller. And can now walk and balance himself with ease. Mentally, he can mimick gestures and can identify body parts, animals and toys. Although not yet able to speak, he can communicate fairly well with those around him -- he can tell us when he wants to drink water, when he wants to play, where he wants to go and what he wants to eat. Emotionally, he is more malambing and expressive. Now 16 months old, he has found a way to melt mommy's heart (and stern look) by one smile and one real tight hug. Ate Roselyn recently bought him a shirt that says "Loved by All, Spoiled by Mom". With such a lambing son, who can blame me for spoiling him at all????

As for the changes in my life, I have definitely adjusted to the demands and rewards of being a mom. The past year has been a wake-up call for me -- I never realized how demanding being a mom can be. And i do not just mean financially or physically. That is already a given. But the emotional rollercoaster of motherhood is really something beyond what I expected. And I expected a lot.

Whenever Anton got sick (thank God we have only few experiences on this) or cranky or just plain uncomfortable, I worry. His pain has become my pain. His discomfort is my discomfort as well. His fears are mine too. My life has become so intertwined with his that I cannot imagine how it is without him.

So Anton, I celebrate motherhood because of you. And because of my experience with you, I learned how to better appreciate my mom and all that she has done, endured, and sacrificed for me.

Happy Mother's Day to the unsung heroes of our lives.

The Warrior is a child

2008-05-08T09:20:00.003+08:00

My usual caveat: I am not a religious person but I am deeply spiritual. I sometimes miss Church service but I still manage to commune with my God.

Every once in a while, I come across a deeply moving song about faith and I just realized that most of songs I love come from one man: Gary V. I love his rendition of Christian songs more than pop ballads -- if that is even possible. I don't know how he does it but I guess his profound faith in The One enables him to capture all the emotions of such songs. Anyways, one of the most touching songs I have heard from him is called "The Warrior is A Child". Without fail, the lyrics of the song inspire, soothe and move me each time I hear it.

I am sharing the lyrics with you here:

Lately I've been winning battles left and right

But even winners can get wounded in the fight

People say that I'm amazing I'm strong beyond my years

But they don't see inside of me I'm hiding all the tears

They don't know that I come running home when I fall down

They don't know who picks me up when no one is around

I drop my sword and cry for just a while

(Look up for His smile)'Coz deep inside this armor

The warrior is a child

Unafraid because His arrow is the best

But even soldiers need a quiet place to rest

People say that I'm amazingbI never face retreat, oh no

But they don't see the enemies That lay me at His feet

Sweet reunion

2008-05-07T07:49:00.001+08:00

I am finally home! Well, technically speaking, it has been 5 days since I arrived from the US but I am still reeling from jetlag. I didn’t realize it was going to be this bad! But then again, this jetlag is a small price to pay for my US experience. Despite my initial apprehensions about the trip, I did have fun.

I’ve always believed that the best part about traveling is coming home. And of all the travels I’ve made (mostly domestic but they are travels nonetheless), this one is especially poignant. After a two-week separation from my little boy, I finally got to hold him. But the reunion wasn’t instantaneous. For a good 5 minutes, he didn’t want to go to Mommy. He was eyeing me curiously. I could only guess what he was thinking but I am sure it was something along the lines of “What took you so long, Mommy?”

Thankfully, I had with me a little school bus that I bought from Chicago. I used that and a Mickey paper bag to entice the little one. The trick worked! He smiled at me and finally, finally allowed me to hold him. Ooohh! I can’t begin to describe how soothing this was to me. I absolutely craved for Anton and his little smile the whole time I was in the US.

With Anton in my arms, I can say that I am really home. And back to reality.

More chicago pics!

2008-05-01T23:24:00.001+08:00

Thanks, Badjie Boy for these pics! As you can see, we did work while we were there.

The City of Angels!

2008-04-29T23:05:00.004+08:00

Greetings from Los Angeles!

I am now on the second leg of my US tour (naks, parang rock star!) and have been enjoying LA for the past 4 days. Arrived here last Saturday with Carrie and Rese and was welcomed warmly by relatives whom I haven't seen in years! I can't begin to describe how nice it was to finally see Kuya and Ate Maylyn after 5 years! Aside from gaining a few (ok, sige, a LOT) of pounds, di pa din nagbabago si Kuya. Makulit pa din and super kuya ang asta. I was just telling Carrie how I always feel 10 years younger when I am with him. Parang he always worries for me. Hay naku, he is sooo like my dad who will always look at me as that little girl who is in constant need of guidance. No complaints, though. I like being pampered and for a few more days, I get to bask in the attention of my overzealous of a brother. I just worry about him. Baka atakihin sa puso sa kakaisip kung san ako pupunta dito at kung sino makakasama ko hahahaha.

Honestly, I didn't know how much I missed that until I got here. Sarap talaga ng may Kuya. But don't tell him I said so. I will never hear the end of it.

Anyways, about LA. So far, Carrie and I have been to Hollywood and the Walk of Fame. Nice!! We had our pics taken on the footprints and handprints of (get this!!!) George Clooney and Matt Damon!! Wooohooo! Handprint pa lang kinikilig na ko, pano pa kaya if I see them in person???

Sunday was spent with Ninang Nancy and family while Carrie spent the day with her friend. They went to Getty and the beach. Inggit! Pero ok lang, at the end of the day, Ninang Nancy treated us to a Japanese buffet at Todai. Sarap! Although, according to Bam, mas masarap pa din ang Saisaki sa pinas. That, coming from an American citizen. Iba talaga ang Pinas!

Yesterday, we toured Beverly Hills! We walked along Rodeo Drive. Carrie tried on Jimmy Choo shoes which cost just as much as our entire allowance for our Chicago trip. Grabe! Sa sobrang init (can you believe how hot it is in LA?? It hit 96F yesterday!!), we tried Jamba Juice --supposedly the fave drink of Britney Spears-- and spent about $4 for a 16 ounce cup. Ok naman, masarap pero as useless, di ko naubos. It was just too much to take in, literally and figuratively.

Then we went to the Grove and Century City. Wala lang, ikot ikot lang. This trip has been such fun. Although, i seriously miss my little boy and my family back home. I realized that despite all the comforts and luxury I experienced on this part of the world, I still miss home and can't wait to go home to mo cuishle. I miss him sooo much. And I can't wait to tell him how much his relatives (Nongnong, Ninang Nicole and Maylyn, Lolo Bob, Lola Peachie, Lolo Peps) would love to see him here.

6 days and counting

2008-04-25T03:01:00.001+08:00

Ok, quick run down of what we have done so far in Chicago (aside ofcourse from being holed up in the "War Room" where brainstorming is draining the life out of me):

1. Basked under the sun at Millenium Park and some photo ops
2. Magnificent Mile! The oasis of shopping in this part of the world. They have everything --- even a Mac store where Carrie had to be physically removed from.
3. Lunch at the Italian Village
4. River/Lake Architectural tour (details to follow)
5. Team dinner at the Signature Room over at John Hancock. 96 floors above Chicago, the view was just AMAZING!

We have about a day and a half to go before flying to LA. This is a beautiful city -and I just love it. More stories to come. Still need to wrap up my Antitrust/Competition draft. Argh!

Hope you liked the pics below.

Pics in the windy city

2008-04-23T00:54:00.003+08:00

And we're off to the US!

2008-04-16T11:10:00.000+08:00

Barely 2 days after getting our Visas, we were told that we are REALLY going to Chicago. Talk about planning a trip on short notice!
Ok, just a quick update on our team's US trip:

1. Tickets has been booked (finally!) last night. We are taking the Manila-HK-LA-Chicago and back route. Roughly about 16 hours of flying. Yes, it's more than half a freaking day up in the air but hey, what can you do right?

2. Hotel has been booked. In Chicago, we will be staying at the Swissotel -- about 3 or 4 blocks from the office.

3. Travel insurance form completed and submitted to our admin.

4. Shopping for travel essentials partly done. Packing them, well, that's another challenge. I will get to that on Friday.

So. We are leaving Manila on April 19 at 6:30am and then arrive in HK around 830am. We are expected to arrive in Chicago on April 19 somewhere between 8 and 830pm. Whew. It will be a really long flight. I am just sooo glad Carrie and Rese will be travelling with me. I will not want for intelligent conversation. Hehehe.

Ok. So, once in Chicago, the team has decided to make the most of the following Sunday to do some serious sight-seeing (ooohhh, Badj will love the alliteration on that sentence!) before plunging into work on Monday, the 21st. For five days, we will be immersed in finding ways to communicate the Firm's new brand messages and ofcourse, in coming up with new materials for the global practice groups. But, I don't want to go into that. It's boring stuff really except for the part when I get to see my cousin, Patrick. I hope we can do some catching up while I'm there.

What I am really looking forward too is the trip to LA!

Yey! After 5 long years (has it been really five??), I will get to see my brother and my sister in law! Yahoo! I have about a week to spend with them as well as other relatives in LA whom I miss dearly as well. This being my first time to travel in the US, I will savor the sights, the sounds and the taste of America. Wow, first world! Can you imagine that? I will be escaping the scorching heat of summer in Manila for two weeks!

I know there is so much to look forward to but I still can't help but feel a little anxious about leaving the little boy. I know he will be in very good hands and will not want for love and attention while I am away. Still. This will be the longest time ever I have spent apart from Anton. I will miss his little body sleeping warmly and peacefully beside mine. Those cute little thumbsucking sound. Argh. I have to stop. Otherwise, I won't have the nerve to make that trip to the airport!

Ok. Keeping my eyes on the ball now. And the opportunity that lies ahead. Oooh. And most especially the experience of being in another country for a couple of days. Definitely worth looking forward to.

Guess who's holding a US VISA?

2008-04-11T16:35:00.003+08:00

Yep, you guessed right. It's moi! Can you believe it? Neither can I. And what's amazing about this whole thing is the fact that they gave me a 10 year, MULTIPLE entry to the US. Talk about lady luck smiling widely at me.

Here's the full story: About three weeks ago, our team got the shock of our lives when we were told that a writing workshop is in the works for all regional marketers of the Firm in light of the Branding Project. As part of the Global Writing Desk, we were expected to help in the preparation and facilitation of the workshop to be held in Chicago. So, to make the long story short, a colleague and I had to renew our passports (which entailed waking up in the wee hours of the morning and queing at 4am at the DFA so that we would be included in the 450-applicant cut-off for the day) and get a US visa real quick.

Since our company is enlisted in the Priority Interview Program of the US embassy, our team was immediately scheduled for the visa interview. My interview was scheduled last April 9 at 9am and after four hours of wait, I finally faced the consul. She looked at my papers (which the company had prepared for me) and then asked me a few questions.

Consul: What is the purpose of your visit to the US?
Me: (Thinking disneyland but answering...) Basically for business. Our team has been invited to attend the Global Marketing Summit of the Firm. So...
Consul: Who's paying for your trip?
Me: (Thinking ofcourse hindi ako!) The company.
Consul: How long have you been with the company?
Me: Almost a year.
Consul: How much do you get in a month?
Me: (thinking, not much really) Ofcourse I gave a number but I won't put it in this entry hehehe.

The interview took less than 3 minutes. When I held that yellow slip of paper in my clammy hands, I finally breathed a sigh of relief. So now I am an official holder of a ten year multiple entry visa to the US. I still am not sure if that will affect my life or my career plans but one thing is for sure. After 31 years in this planet, going to Disneyland is now one plane ride away.

Movie love

2008-04-08T19:05:00.002+08:00

I've always been a movie buff -- that is until I had a baby. the weekly movie nights has become a series of DVD sessions, often interrupted by daily chores. But I am not complaining. I have had my heydey of movie-watching and I wouldn't give up one minute with Anton for one movie.

Anyways, thoughts of good 'ol movie-watching days got me listing some of my favortie love movies. Some of which I like because of their "kilig" factor, some of them I like because of their witty dialogues, some I like because..well, just because. Here are some of my pinaka favorite movies yet.

1. The American President

Aside from the endearing, albeit almost fairy tale-like story, i especially like this movie for the witty banter between characters. I particularly like Michael Douglas' speech before the US congress where he talks about what the Bill of Rights entails:

"You want free speech? Let's see you acknowledge a man whose words make your blood boil, who's standing center stage and advocating at the top of his lungs that which you would spend a lifetime opposing at the top of yours. You want to claim this land as the land of the free? Then the symbol of your country can't just be a flag; the symbol also has to be one of its citizens exercising his right to burn that flag in protest. Show me that, defend that, celebrate that in your classrooms. Then, you can stand up and sing about the land of the free."

Galing di ba? Oh, another thing I love about this flick is that it combines two of the things which I think makes the world go round. Nope it ain't money. It's love and...politics.

2. While you were sleeping

This film is one of those rare movies that captured the essence of a close-knit American family. What drew me to this movie is that the love concept went beyond the usual romantic sort. It just wasn't about the love that Lucy found with Jack --but rather, it is about Lucy, an orphan, falling in love with Jack's family and vice versa.

"The truth was that I fell in love with you. Yes, all of you. I went from being all alone to being a fiancee, a daughter, a grandaughter, a sister, and a friend. I may have saved your life that day, but you really saved mine. You let me be a part of your family. I haven't had that in a really long time."

3. My bestfriend's wedding

I guess most women can relate to the big concept of this movie: falling in love with your bestfriend. But for me, what made this movie stand out was the face that it it boldly opted for a different kind of "happy ending".

Some people say they were quite disappointed with the film because Julia Roberts did not end up with Dermot Mulroney but as she says in her wedding speech, "I see that the world is just as it should be.For my best friend has won the best woman."

Aww..sweet.

(This is just a partial list -- ranked in no particular order. I will complete the list depending on my work load. That means give or take a few years.)

Mo cuishle

2008-04-01T14:02:00.002+08:00

Just in case you were wondering, the title is an Irish Gaelic translation of "my darling, my blood". Its literal meaning is "my pulse". This line was used by Clint Eastwood in the movie "Million Dollar Baby" when referring to the character of Hillary Swank. If you will recall, the movie is about a down-and-out boxing trainer who develops a stronger-than-blood bond with a female amateur who to prove her worth by becoming a successful boxer.

But this is not about the movie nor Clint Eastwood. This entry is about mo cuishle -- Anton.

Nearly 15 months have passed since Anton came into my life. While I admit that being pregnant with him was unplanned, it was still something I welcomed with open arms. From the moment I saw the two pink strips appear on the pregnancy test kit, I knew that my life will be richer, fuller and much happier because of his presence.

Seeing him grow up has become our household's favorite past time. My dad, for instance, has gone loco just being with his favorite apo (by default, i think kasi Anton is the only one right now). My mom, despit e her occassional vertigo attacks, can't keep her hands off the little one. By his mere presence, mo cuishle has made our family life richer and closer. All of a sudden, weekends are spent at home --doing groceries, playing in the park, and watching videos of Barney and Spongebob. Anyone who knew me 4 or 5 years ago would affirm how different my life is now from what I had then. From a social butterfly, I have transformed into a pretty much domesticated mom.

While I admit that there are certain aspects of my former life that I miss, I still wouldn't trade what I have now with what I had then. Despite the added responsibilities, the life I have now is more peaceful. More serene. And I have mo cuishle -- Anton -- to thank for that.

more cruising pics

2008-03-28T13:33:00.003+08:00

Joel and I with Joyce and Bianca

Us girls

With Carrie and Jill

Cruising

2008-03-27T08:59:00.007+08:00

We had a unique team bonding session three weeks ago. I say unique because although it involved the same old dinner and conversation routine, this time around we did this while cruising along Manila bay. For an hour and a half, we were treated to a full course dinner (hmm, it wasn't exactly what I would have expected from Barbara's Catering but it wasn't that bad) and entertainment courtesy of a mala-Richard and Karen Carpenter tandem (uhm, eto, talaga i think more on the nakakabaliw part kesa nakakaaliw).

But despite the singer's lapses in song lyrics, the guitarist's faulty minus one back up and the so-so dinner, we still had one hell of a good time. Larren, Bob and Jay caused us some serious gastric pains because of their incessant joking! Hay, wala talagang dull moment pag kasama mo ang mga ito. And to think wala pa sina Aries, Sol and Alex nito! And shempre, new hire Joyce impressed us with her vocal prowess (naks). She really gave ate (a.k.a. Karen Carpenter wannabe) a serious run for her money.

I must say that I have fallen in love with this team. Pag dating sa trabaho, ang gagaling --wala kang maiipipintas. And pag dating sa katatawanan, riot talaga. I so belong.

New generation sinning

2008-03-19T09:05:00.002+08:00

The Vatican has recently released a new list of 7 deadly sins --yes, in addition to the original 7.

Original 7:

Pride

Lust

Wrath

Greed

Sloth

Envy

Gluttony

21st century sinning

genetic modification

experimenting on humans

polluting the environment

causing social injustice

causing poverty

becoming obscenely wealthy

taking drugs

I'm not quite sure how to take this news. While I agree with the Vatican that sin should have a "social resonance", I think the new list of deadly sins does not quite fit into the category of a mortal sin. I mean, why is taking drugs included in the list but abortion is not? I don't see murder in either the old or new lists too. And what exactly do they mean about polluting the environment? Does this include petty littering? I hope not.

I do understand that the Vatican had good intentions when they decided to come out with this list and they probably just wanted us to become more accountable for the little things that we do each day. But don't you think condemning us to eternal damnation just because we want to be "obscenely wealthy" is a bit going to far? Bill Gates is obscenely wealthy but he worked hard for what he has now. And more importantly, he is sharing his "obscene wealth" with impoverished children all over the world through his foundation --which many are now trying to emulate. I am neither a heretic nor a fan of Bill Gates. I just don't like the idea that using the car (with all its fuel emissions) would earn me a ticket to hell.

Bowling fun @ Libis!

2008-03-14T12:49:00.003+08:00

Crazy bunch of people --me included!

With Lala, Lance, KC and Vien

Picture muna bago bowling

For a dear, dear friend

2008-03-11T09:56:00.001+08:00

I know that I came across really harsh yesterday and the day before that but I think I was just giving you what you needed. When I said I wasn't going to sugarcoat stuff for you, I meant it. And i think this is what friendship is all about. We need to be honest, even brutally so, if the occassion calls for it. And yes, in this instance, it was very much called for.

I know that you are grieving over the mistakes you have done over the past four years. I know you know there are many many things you ought to work on and need to improve on to finally break free from your past. But knowing these things are not enough. Really. You ought to actually do something about it to make other people know that you know where you are supposed to go.

I also think you need to know the beauty of appreciating the little things and being thankful of what is being given to you instead of just demanding things that people are just not yet ready to give you. Many times over, it has been said that life is short and that we ought to live it to the fullest. I know you may think this is a tall order but it really is simple: you just need to chill and refrain from constantly fretting about problems or issues that, you have to admit, are just all in your head.

I don't think I can say it more often: you have a beautiful, beautiful life. Many women would crave the independence and financial stability that you have right now. Don't waste all these by harboring negative emotions and entertaining negative thoughts.

Having said that, I think the first steps to take would be to give yourself time to take in all the changes you need to do in your life. Let the ideas and the therapy percolate before doing anything else. The way I see it, you first need to make sure you are worthy to be given a (second or third or fourth) chance to prove that you have indeed changed for the better.

As I have said before, I believe in the innate power of a human being to initiate the change they want in their lives. I know you can do it. Prove to me you can. Why? Because as much as I love you, you really are starting to get to my nerves. And I write that with much love and affection I could muster.

The daily grind...

2008-03-05T07:41:00.000+08:00

...has interrupted the continuous flow of my blog entries. Suffice to say that the past 2 weeks have been incredibly H-E-C-T-I-C!

Big D's arrival in Manila, as expected, disrupted our work flow as we had to make time for a series of meetings with him. He was here for just three days but those three days felt more like three full weeks. But it wasn't that bad, really. I actually learned a lot from him during the visit --it was nice to hear him talk about our Big Project and explain it from his point of view. And his ideas on how to write stuff is just incredible. It has to be said: the man is a genius when it comes to writing. And for someone like me, it really is inspiring to know that the people I work for don't just know what they're doing --they are experts in their fields. Makes me feel I am in good company.

Thankfully, it wasn't all work and no play. On the second day of Big D's visit, the whole team trooped to Libis for a bowling tournament. Don't ask me about my score. If my score was used as a high school grade, I'd be forced to drop out of the school year. Yeah, it was that bad.

Over-all, the bowling tourney was a success! Despite starting late, everyone had a good time --dancing, camwhoring and just simply having a hell of a time. I will post some pics soon.

Meantime, we are back to normal work mode. Not quite sure if that is good news or not. Hahaha.

Happy 31st to me!

2008-02-26T15:18:00.000+08:00

Today, I am celebrating my birthday in the most unusual way. Instead of being out or at the office, I am at home —nursing my little boy back to health. All throughout the long weekend. the little one is battling with the common cough and cold virus and I reckon, teething. It seems that one of his molars is just about ready to make itself visible. So in addition to sore arms (from carrying him) and puffy eyes (due to lack of sleep), I am “celebrating” my birthday in the company of my cranky son.

But let me make myself clear: while this is far from what I would call an ideal celebration of a birthday, it is also something poignant at the same time. I don’t recall any other time when Anton was this clingy to me. It’s like all of a sudden, I am the center of his universe —-that without me, life might just come to an end. It seems I am the only person he wants to be with, the only person who mattered to him. In short, i am the only one who can soothe his pain. All this time, there was his Nanay, his Tatay, Nanay Ema, Mama, and daddy to cuddle him and play with me but these past few days, he only wanted me. Mommy. No one else.

Today, on my birthday, I learned first hand what motherhood is all about. It’s about finding the energy to stay awake througout the day despite 2-3 hours of sleep. It’s about finding the strength to carry the little one despite lack of sufficient rest. It’s about finding the right words to soothe the ails of the little one. It’s about staying strong despite seeing your precious little one cry and cry and cry througout the night.

Sure, I have had more extravagant celebrations before but this year will be the most memorable birthday of all. Because this year, I finally learned what it takes to be a mommy. And still love everything that goes with it.

Happy 31st to me! =)

OUCH!

2008-02-11T11:05:00.000+08:00

The inevitable has happened!

Despite keeping a close watch on the little one and doing our best to protect him from falling down and hurting himself, Anton finally tripped and hurt himself. And he has a bump on the forehead to prove it. Shucks!

For those who have been keeping a close tab on the developments of the little one (read: tita laluy, tita nina, my dad and brothers plus a few other relatives), y’all know that walking endlessly is one of his new habits. He rarely wants to be carried nowadays —everytime we try to carry him, he squirms and with that cute little voice, screams “baba! baba!”

Here’s the blow-by-blow of the accident:

Between 2:30 and 3pm, the litte one was making my back ache once again by walking back and forth in the garage, holding an empty little container of wilkins on his right hand ala nag-iigib. I, ofcourse, played the part of a nerbyosang mommy (neophyte at that!) and held on to his tiny left hand to provide more support. Just when we almost reached the grassy part of the garage, he let go of my hand and what I dreaded happened! My little baby tripped and fell flat on his face, his forehead hitting the cement. Ouch!!!

For a nanosecond, he didn’t cry. He pulled himself up and looked at me. He probably saw the dread and fear on my face because immediately after that, he cried so loud that I thought he would waken the dead!! Seriously!

So I quickly picked him up and scrutinized his face, dreading to see blood. Fortunately (Oh God, fortunately indeed), there was no blood on his lips or any part of his face for that matter. But there was a small red bump on his forehead and tears were running down his cheeks.

Joel quickly ran to us and held the baby while I ran for some ice. I wrapped a cube or two into a small cloth and placed it gently on the little bump. All this time, the baby was still crying! And by this time, I was crying myself!! Ha, it was the strangest thing I know but I could not stop myself. My baby got hurt while I was “on duty” and I could not help but feel responsible —with so many “what ifs” running in my head. If only I held on a little bit tighter. If only I kept him from walking in the garage. If only I kept him longer in the crib, playing with his many many toys —this would not have happened. Or would it?

My dad kept assuring me that our little boy would be fine and I guess he was right. After a few more minutes of cuddling and kissing his forehead —as quickly as it started, Anton stopped crying. And get this: wanted to keep walking! Ahh! What to do? What to do? Do i let him walk again despite my well-founded fears?

The answer is obvious, isn’t it? Despite my apprehensions, I played the part of a good mommy and put him back down and watched him walk again. And as I watched him walk with his Daddy holding his perfect, tiny hands, I could not help but think about his future “falls.” I know that in the years to come, Anton will have his fair share of falls —both literally and figuratively. As much as I try to protect him, time will come when I have to let my little one stand independently —hoping against hope that I have taught him all he needs to know to survive all on his own.

Ashes to ashes..dust to dust

2008-02-08T10:06:00.001+08:00

Note: I wrote this yesterday, a day after Ash Wednesday and just forgot to post.

Yesterday’s celebration (can we even call it that??) of Ash Wednesday signalled the beginning of Lent for us Catholics. For the first time in years, I followed the Lenten rituals of the Church which included (1) attending mass (2) having ashes imposed on my forehead (3) fasting or self-denial (a.k.a abstinence).

I know that we are really expected to do all three but for several years, I only managed to do one of the above —at best. I always conjured excuses not to do any one at all. Example: 2 years ago, I refused to fast or abstain from meat because I was pregnant and reasoned that the growing baby needed all the available protein I could eat. When I was barely emancipated, I told my dad that I needed to be excused from the Church’s practice because I was not yet legally an adult and so the Church should consider me one too. All quite flimsy I know but the point being, I didn’t want to do it. I didn’t just see the point.

But yesterday was different. Very different. From the moment I woke up, I had resolved to give up one full meal(breakkast—which for me, is the most important meal of the day) and not to eat rice during lunch as a sacrifice. I also attended mass at the office alongside colleagues and had ashes imposed on my forehead. At the end of the day, I felt like a real Catholic. And a proud one at that.

I do not mean to brag about what I did yesterday —far from it. I guess I only want to share that despite my initial apprehensions, going through the rituals of Ash Wednesday made it even more significant for me. I also realized, thanks to Fr. Larry Tan’s very inspiring albeit entertaining homily, repentence and Lent in general, is not just about making sacrifices or blindly following the rituals imposed by the Church. It is all about striving to be a better and God-fearing person each and every day. It’s all about being sorry for making mistakes and striving not to commit the same ones again in the future. It’s about making peace with everything and everyone around you. It’s about being in peaceful commune with your Creator —whatever name you choose to call Him.

Someday, I will have to teach Anton why we go through all these motions. And I just don’t want to say the words and preach what I know. I have to show him by example, I want to practice what I will preach. I want him to experience the meaning behind rituals in our lives. And I guess to do that, I first have to experience it all by myself.

Knowing His words

2008-02-01T10:45:00.000+08:00

I have been attending bible study sessions at our office for quite some time now and have so far, been enjoying it. Not only have I learned new things --I have also gained new friends along the way. I also consider it a blessing that for the past few months, I have taken my understanding of His words to a deeper level. And while I know I still have a long way to go, it really is nice to feel that there is that one hour each week where we can just stop working and focus on Him, our Creator.

Time and time again I have said that while I am not a religious person, I still am very spiritual. I may not be the type to follow Church rules blindly but I still strive to live a moral life. I consider myself lucky that although I was born and raised in a strictly Catholic environment --first at home and then at an exclusive girls school in Manila-- my parents and teachers in St. Scho have taught me the importance of respecting other beliefs/dogma as much as they respect mine.

Thus I find it sad and oftentimes frustrating when I hear that a war has been waged because of religious/spiritual differences. I ask myself, why is not possible to live in a world where differences are respected and not frowned upon? Why can't we bask in our diverse backgrounds and learn to complement one another's belief?

I will not claim to be an expert on His Words but I know in my heart --my faith tells me--that God does not want this. It is not part of his Grand Plan for us, His Children. I think the challenge really is to rise above our differences, respect one another and simply just get along. So it is with religion and so should it be with life and relationships.

In Memoriam

2008-01-24T09:00:00.000+08:00

Not all stars are actors. But Heath Ledger was both. Talent like his will definitely be missed.

In memoriam, I am posting the poem from this guy's first movie, 10 Things I Hate About You.

I hate the way you talk to me,

and the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots and the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

it even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate it when you make me laugh,

even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you’re not around,

and the fact that you didn’t call.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,

not even close…not even a little bit… not even at all.

*pic courtesy of http://www.wallpaperbase.com/

Celebration!

2008-01-23T07:43:00.000+08:00

We can't seem to stop celebrating Anton's birthday! After hosting a Jollibee kiddie party for some neighborhood kids, we also treated some relatives and close friends to lunch over at Max's Glorietta. There wasn't much hoopla involved, just the right combination of food and great company to celebrate Anton's first birthday.

Despite some sleep deprivation, Anton entertained the guests to the hilt! He kept dancing to the music and showed off some of his latest tricks (i.e. beautiful eyes and love love --which is actually his lambing gesture).

Hope you like the pics above!

Under the weather

2008-01-16T07:35:00.000+08:00

A day before my baby turns one, I am sick. Such a bummer. I have been waiting for Anton to turn one and now that we are only a day away, I have to stay in bed and nurse this nasty combination of cough and colds. i hate it. Hopefully, with buckets of liquid in-take, Loviscol and countless prayers, I will be up and about by tomorrow. Wishing and hoping…

Learning to walk

2008-01-14T08:50:00.000+08:00

Our baby is starting to walk on his own!! It has been a exactly a week since he started to take his first few steps --owing ofcourse to the perseverance of his Nanay Ema and the steadfast guidance of his tatay and nanay. Sadly, when he took his first real steps Joel and I weren't there to witness it. Oh well, the travails of a working mom --but that's another story.

I am sharing the video of Anton's documented steps -- a bit wobbly but definitely on his own. Geesh, i am such a proud momma. Just click on the link below and then sit back, watch and be amazed.

http://s165.photobucket.com/albums/u57/antoniogabriel/?action=view&current=73e6e841.flv

Miracles

2008-01-09T16:08:00.000+08:00

About 4 years ago (wow, has it been that long?!?!?), I left the country to try and heal a broken heart. Yes, it sounds corny and crazy but if you went through what I went through...well, suffice to say, you probably would have done the same. Anyways, while in Singapore, I wrote something very, very personal to me --a piece I wrote for no one in particular. On the contrary, I wrote it for the many people I met in Singapore who helped me recover and lead me back home. I wrote this for Chie, Nana, Ate Juvy, Kuya Raffy and the nameless people I met in the Lion City who, in their own little way, made me happy despite being away from my family.

I want to re-post this little piece with the hope that women who went through the same heartbreaking experience will remain hopeful that better times do lie ahead.

MIRACLES

A few nights back, you asked me why I came to Singapore.

“To find a job,” I answered. That was only half the truth, because whether I verbally admit it or not, this trip was my way of escaping – the pain, the lies, my fears, my past and even my present.

To say that I was badly bruised from my first real brush with love would be an understatement of gigantic proportions. I entered that relationship wide-eyed with wonder, mesmerized by each touch, convinced by each promise spoken and brimming with thoughts of happy-ever-after.

In time, it became apparent that this gift was going to be taken away from me. And when it finally came crashing down, I desperately needed to point the finger at someone and something.

Acceptance came easy that way, I thought.

If I could only put the blame on something or someone other than myself or my beloved, then maybe I can finally accept it and move on. Initially, I blamed the third party—short of cursing her and her bloodline for interfering with the natural course of my true love.

When the pain persisted, I shifted the blame to the circumstances up to the point of blaming the church. I reasoned that it was thru the activities in the Church where they met. For a while, I let that fact affect my belief and my faith. I stopped going to Church – simply couldn’t bear the hypocrisy of it all. That was all I could see. All I wanted to see. In my mind, the Church was partly to blame for my love going away.

It doesn’t make sense to me now but at that time –

when pain clouds all logic and when the need to understand is as significant as the need to breathe,

one must blame something. And for the idiot that was me, it was the Church and God.

Despite this, I kept praying. I asked Him to restore my faith in Him and in people.

I wanted to believe that, somehow, something good will come out of this. I wanted to believe in miracles. Desperately.

For weeks, the pain of his betrayal hovered over my life like a dark cloud.

Whether awake or asleep, he haunted me. I ached for his company.

I simply couldn’t understand how I could be so loved by him one moment and so unwanted at the next.

Searching for answers when there was none proved to be a futile exercise. It drove me crazy. Crazy enough to cling to false hopes, imaginary dreams, hurt people who loved me, quit my job and move here to Singapore.

Amid the eccentricity of it all, my parents understood me. Or atleast they tried to. I realize now the agony I’ve put them through. I allowed them to see their once independent and free-spirited daughter

spin hopelessly out of control.

I came here with a powerful need to believe – in people, in God and in the value of my life. I also needed to believe in everyday miracles. I had become so jaded and cynical that I was so sure it couldn’t, wouldn’t happen. Not ever again. I had my miracle once and it turned out to be a false one.

Truth be told, I didn’t expect to witness a miracle in Singapore. I didn’t think I could learn to trust people in so short a time. I was so convinced that people only loved you if they needed something from you. After that, they leave.

Classic case of “wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am”.

But meeting you proved me wrong. I asked God for a miracle and He gave me not one, not two but more than I could possibly count. In this small country, my miracles kept pouring and my cup runneth over a million fold.

It was unbelievable, even for a cynic like me.

You are my miracle. You made me believe that people can give and not expect anything in return. You made me look at myself again and love what I see. You inspired me to celebrate the miracle of my life. You made me believe in myself –tapping me on the shoulder and telling me I was okay, scars and all.

Most of all, you reminded me of something I decided to forget a while back. And that is the fact that Jesus loves me. I mean, how could he not when I have you here with me?

You know what I think? I think He brought me here to discover you.

Because through you, I rediscovered myself and even came to love what I saw.

So you see, whatever else happens here, I already achieved what I set out to do. And that is to find myself. In my lowest of lows, you came down to me, pulled me up, led me back to the right path.

You gave me the strength to move on with my life.

I think of myself as a writer but words do fail me when I try to express my gratitude. I guess this is my way of letting you know how you have positively changed my life. You probably didn’t know it but clearly,

you were His instrument in leading His prodigal daughter back home.

The scar of the past will always be with me. But I carry it more proudly now. No longer afraid and with eyes no longer brimming with bitter tears. Rather, it serves as a reminder that wounds do heal thru both people’s help and in the right time. It also reminds me that what the song says about the rainbow coming after the rain is, indeed, true. And yes, I now know that when the heart and spirit is ready, it will witness a miracle unfold.

Another place, another blog

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I love my tumblr blog --simple and very user-friendly, it did serve its purpose: which is to get me started on blogging. And while it does suit me, I also miss some features that appear in most blogs --like comments and posting pics alongside the blog entry itself. So, I decided to create another blog =)

Viola! The birth of Random Thoughts on Random things. At dahil tinatamad ako ulitin ang mga dati ko nang posts, I will just include new entries on this site. Starting today, I will post the same entries in both tumblr and blogspot sites. Naks! As if ang dami kong oras sa mundo.

Chie, if you are reading this, you will finally get to send me comments!

So, sit tight and relax. More interesting reads are coming up!