Finally went to Serendra..ate lunch in Conti's....Bianca's 1st birthday in Jollibee Banawe....Ate lunch in North Park Market Market..the kiddo was box office..everyone wanted to say hi...mana kay mommy....cute :P Serendra's not the place to be when the sun is at its hottest so we decided to go somewhere else..was s'posed to go another birthday part in Jollibee PRC but was so tired and sleepy na so we went home instead.

today I'm s'posed to do a lot of errands but Im so tamad to get my ass off the bed..tamad....maybe later....or maybe tomorrow nalang...

oh yea, we finally decided where to have my son's 1st birthday party......so on June 10th..all roads lead to................................................

Man I am beat!



i've been sick...everyone at home was sick...damn the weather...the kiddo has been sick too..i had to ask help from my mom what gamot to give him...kuwawa the bagets...but kuwawa din si mami....12-13 hours sa office even if she was sick....kuwawang kuwawa.....



am trying to update everything...from friendster..myspace...account passwords...my yahoo photos....



browsed through each album and one that I lingered most on were our vacation in Galera back in 2005...that was long before singapore or psc or verizon or tnc or kiddo....think we were just there for one night but we had so much fun tlaga....as in tlaganga tlaga.....

life does happen in an instant.....your yesterday is your today....

went to atc. lunch at friday's w ace and alessandro. because the table was unstable it made my drink spill..on me! punyeta. transferred to another table. when my waiter placed the food (na may sauce!) my quick hands grabbed the sauce..kasi naman why put it down near the kid? after lunch, we strolled around the mall...it was small..it was hot..the elevator was sira and they didn't have ramps for the strollers..ATC is super not child friendly! goodbye alabang!

saw the pacquiao fight with solis.....ho-hum....

alessandro is sick...4 teeth!

don't

you

think

that

he's

just

soooooo

cute?

it's been a habit to go to the mall or just anywhere during my restdays. i simply cannot stay put.

we wanted to spend early saturday morning at the park. so we headed off to salcedo park where there used be a saturday market but alas..all we saw were just kids playing in the park with their yayas in tow. not to be unperturbed we went to the legaspi ..~err park(forgot the name na..or i simply don't know) but again, there was none. #*%&$*$ where did they go!?! we just went to Market! Market! since manang (my son's yaya) would be going there to meet with her sons. We ate breakfast (Ace got a catfish that was thiiiisss big!) and browsed around the shops and bought some fruits. Before going home, we passed by Bonifacio High Street to bought doughnuts in Krispy Kreme. We almost got lost! I'm good with directions but for some reason never ko tlaga ma-memorize ang streets ng The Fort. Just so you know, they have these new doughnuts called Easter doughnuts (wlang holes). I didn't get tp try them though since they give you free glazed doughnuts even before you order. Ace got a chocolate flavored one, while I settled for the 3 freebies (one for each of us-Ace, Alessandro and me) and bought a dozen for my team.

Come sunday, Ace and Alessandro picked me up from work and we all went to the Mall of Asia. Ace wanted to eat in Terriyaki Boy but it being almost lunch time and a sunday at that...asa pa if we'd get to be seated agad..15 minutes is way too long a wait for me...since Ace didn't want to eat in Shakey's (wanted their chicken) we settled for Pollo Loco instead. After lunch, we didn't stay long anymore since there was already an influx of people...i really hate MOA during weekends..dami squatters! i love it there because they have a lot of elevators, its spacious for my baby's mala expedition na stroller and they have a changing area. With alessandro in tow, we alway take into consideration his needs. Thus we NEVER go to SM Megamall because its sooooooooooooooooooooooooo dirty! The air seems to permeate "DIRTYNESS". Their banyos are so dirty. Elevators are so far apart....it is simply not baby friendly!!!! sayang because its closer to our house and all the shops are there na...tsk tsk tsk....paging Henry Sy!

vacation nowadays simply does not entail finding the best swimsuit, finding my gear and booking the lowest priced-flight (thank you cebu pacific) ...my get away companions used to be my laway pillow, a good book and my ruggederized ipod, yosi and sunglasses and poof! i can hop onto the next available flight and leave all my worries behind...i miss those days when vacations did not mean bringing the whole house with you...

now its finding the most baby friendly resort, making sure that they have mineral water and aircon, thay they have mosquito nets (just in case) and an extra bed for the yaya...the low priced flight still applies since my 10month old's (oMG has it been thaat long!?!?) plane fare is still free hehehehe

"Is there anything, apart from a really good chocolate cream pie and receiving a large unexpected check in the mail, to beat finding yourself at large in a foreign city on a fair spring evening, loafing along unfamiliar streets in the long shadows of a lazy sunset, pausing to gaze in shop windows or at some church or lovely square or tranquil stretch of quayside, hesitating at street corners to decide whether that cheerful and homey restaurant you will remember fondly for years is likely to lie down this street or that one? I just love it. I could spend my life arriving each evening in a new city."

--Bill Bryson, Neither Here Nor There (1992)

don't you sometimes wish that you can, in a flick of a finger, go back to how it used to be? sometimes I do...

maybe i was never cut out for this...maybe i should've taken a different road...maybe's...

when I read or hear other people's negative comments about how the company is being run or even how I run things...all I see and hear are just complaints...complaints...complaints...haaayy....
I'm not the best person there is but hey!...i do my best...if it's not how you want things run...but until you get your own team...its difficult also when you know that people have preconceived hate feelings about you because no matter what you do you can never do enough...


its a 2 way mirror, my friends.

I've been swamped!

finally got my internet going at home...bad thing is my usb port is still busted...you can't have everything...grumble grumble

thinking back on how 2005 was...it's been quite a year, if i may say so...why...simply because I gave birth...yes, I did...my boy's already 7months last January 4th..so do the math...he's been doing quite well and he's tabachingching...blame it on his mom hehehehe but so what :P But his pediatrcian, the cool Dr. Butler, wants him to go on a diet...so he's down to 6 ounces for every feeding instead of his usual 8. a lot of people say that he looks a lot like me..(good good..) but I think he got more than just how I look..my boy has taken my mannerisms to..so yes...another brat in the making...just like me, he's masungit when he wakes up...takes a while for him to flash his cute smile in the morning...so like mommy! he also doesnt warm up to people agad..masungit and rarely does he smile for other people...so undoubtedly he is indeed my son...

i gained a lot of pounds too...i had to buy a new set of wardrobe (excuse to shop excuse to shop..) here's my transformation:

that's me back in 2004..so yes there was a time na i was payat...something weird with the pic though...but because of continued...

I am now ................................................for those who made fun of me.....i swear I will not make you pansin when I lose all of the taba :P and the TM formerly known as franchie (TMFKAF) will be at the very top of my list

career wise..hhmmm..it didn't look promising during the early part of the year but at the end...and because of that i've been busy the whole month of December...finally decided to move up after being in my comfort zone for almost 3 years..would've wanted to stay but ...there are things that we need to think of..like...like...extenuating circumstances...

speaking of...i dunno why there are times that just when you are feeling a need for an upper..fate just lands one on your lap...it can be thought of as an upper but on the other side it can also be thought of as a downer...haayy gulo..yes magulo...i can't blog about it...i can't and i won't...i will not allow myself to be the stuff that people will talk about over lunch or coffee or even inumans...no way...

"...in the movies, we have leading ladies and we have the best friend. You, I can tell, are a leading lady, but for some reason, you're behaving like the best friend." (The Holiday)

we leave it at that

so for this year...my parting shot FOR you

this is your life.

It doesn't wait for you to get back on your feet

i need to find my running shoes first...

What changes when you have a baby? A better question may be:

What doesn't change? Here, writer and mom Rebecca Woolf lists her most notable post-baby observations. Then scroll down to read our favorite comments from readers about how their babies changed their lives.

1. You finally stop to smell the roses, because your baby is in your arms.
2. Where you once believed you were fearless, you now find yourself afraid.
3. The sacrifices you thought you made to have a child no longer seem like sacrifices.
4. You respect your body ... finally.
5. You respect your parents and love them in a new way.
6. You find that your baby's pain feels much worse than your own.
7. You believe once again in the things you believed in as a child.
8. You lose touch with the people in your life whom you should have banished years ago.
9. Your heart breaks much more easily.
10. You think of someone else 234,836,178,976 times a day.
11. Every day is a surprise.
12. Bodily functions are no longer repulsive. In fact, they please you. (Hooray for poop!)
13. You look at your baby in the mirror instead of yourself.
14. You become a morning person.
15. Your love becomes limitless, a superhuman power.


1. "You discover how much there is to say about one tooth." —
Ashley's mom

2. "You finally realize that true joy doesn't come from
material wealth." — Anonymous

3. "You now know where the sun comes from." — Charlotte

4. "You'd rather buy a plastic tricycle than those shoes that
you've been dying to have." — Sophie's mom

5. "You realize that although sticky, lollipops have magical
powers." — Roxanne

6. "You don't mind going to bed at 9 p.m. on Friday night." —
Kellye

7. "Silence? What's that?" — Anonymous

8. "You realize that the 15 pounds you can't seem to get rid
of are totally worth having." — Brenda

9. "You discover an inner strength you never thought you
had." — Ronin and Brookie's mom

10. "You no longer rely on a clock — your baby now sets your
schedule." — Thomas' mom

11. "You give parents with a screaming child an
'I-know-the-feeling' look instead of a
'Can't-they-shut-him-up?' one." — Jaidyn's mom

12. "Your dog — who used to be your 'baby' — becomes just a
dog." — Kara

13. "You take the time for one more hug and kiss even if it
means you'll be late." — Tracey

14. "You learn that taking a shower is a luxury." — Jayden's
mom

15. "You realize that you can love a complete stranger." —
Dezarae's mom

I believe - that no matter how good a friend is, they're going to hurt you every once in a while and you must forgive them for that.

I believe that just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

I believe that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.

I believe that it's taking me a long time to become the person I want to be.

I believe that you should always leave loved ones with loving words. It may be the last time you see them.



I believe that you can keep going, long after you can't.

I believe that we are responsible for what we do, no matter how we feel.

I believe that either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I believe that heroes are the people who do what has to be done when it needs to be done, regardless of the consequences.

I believe that money is a lousy way of keeping score.

I believe that my best friend and I can do anything or nothing and have the best time.




Dear whatsit,

I was disappointed that I cannot not be part of your special day.

I'm sorry. I tried to fix my schedule but I really cannot make it

on that day.

I'm sorry, too, that time and life changes has somehow wedged a huge gap between us...I dunno what made that happen

I remember starting and ending my days with silly text messages from you..

I remember going out on gimiks and secret gimiks...

I remember silly conversation with no directions and no topic even!

I remember suprise dinners for someone's birthday...

I remember that you were the first one who texted me when I got my heart broken

But gone are those days...i dunno what the future holds for our friendship...or..whatever is left of it...but as you said, I hope that until our gray years that we would still be friends...maybe...maybe...

but I hear you got some spankin' new friends...that made me sad...it made me sad that they were now more a part of your life than me...

The Best Kind of Love


I have a friend who is falling in love. She honestly claims the sky is bluer. Mozart moves
her to tears. She has lost 15 pounds and looks like a cover girl. "I am young again!" she shouts
exuberantly.

As my friend raves on about her new love, I've taken a good look at my old one. My husband of
almost 20 years, Scott, has gained 15 pounds. Once a marathon runner, he now runs only down
hospital halls. His hairline is receding and his body shows signs of long working hours and too
many candy bars. Yet he can still give me a certain look across a restaurant table and I want
to ask for the check and head home.

When my friend asked me "What will make this love last?" I ran through all the obvious reasons: commitment, shared interests, unselfishness, physical attraction, and communication.

Yet there's more. We still have fun. Spontaneous good times. Yesterday, after slipping the rubber band off the rolled newspaper, Scott flipped it playfully at me: this led to an all-out war. Last Saturday at the grocery, we split the list and raced each other to see who could make it to the
checkout first. Even washing dishes can be a
blast. We enjoy simply being together.

And there are surprises.

One time I came home to find a note on the front
door that led me to another note, then another,
until I reached the walk-in closet. I opened the
door to find Scott holding a "pot of gold" (my
cooking kettle) and the "treasure" of a gift
package. Sometimes I leave him notes on the
mirror and little presents under his pillow.

There is understanding.

I understand why he must play basketball with the
guys. And he understands why, once a year, I must
get away from the house, the kids - and even him -
to meet my sisters for a few days of nonstop
talking and laughing.

There is sharing.

Not only do we share household worries and
parental burdens - we also share ideas. Scott
came home from a convention last month and
presented me with a thick historical novel.
Though he prefers thrillers and science fiction,
he had read the novel on the plane. He touched my
heart when he explained it was because he wanted
to be able to exchange ideas about the book after
I'd read it.

There is forgiveness.

When I'm embarrassingly loud and crazy at
parties, Scott forgives me. When he confessed
losing some of our savings in the stock market, I
gave him a hug and said, "It's okay. It's only
money."

There is sensitivity.

Last week he walked through the door with that
look that tells me it's been a tough day. After
he spent some time with the kids, I asked him
what happened. He told me about a 60-year old
woman that had a stroke. He wept as he recalled
the woman's husband standing beside her bed,
caressing her hand. How was he going to tell this
husband of 40 years that his wife would probably
never recover? I shed a few tears myself.
Because of the medical crisis. Because there were
still people who have been married 40 years.
Because my husband is still moved and concerned
after years of hospital rooms and dying patients.

There is faith.

Last Tuesday a friend came over and confessed her
fear that her husband is losing his courageous
battle with cancer. On Wednesday I went to lunch
with a friend who is struggling to reshape her
life after divorce. On Thursday a neighbor
called to talk about the frightening effects of
Alzheimer's disease on her father-in-law's
personality. On Friday a childhood friend called
long-distance to tell me her father had died. I
hung up the phone and thought, This is too much
heartache for one week.

Through my tears, as I went out to run some
errands, I noticed the boisterous orange blossoms
of the gladiolus outside my window. I heard the
delighted laughter of my son and his friend as
they played. I caught sight of a wedding party
emerging from a neighbor's house. The bride,
dressed in satin and lace, tossed her bouquet to
her cheering friends. That night, I told my
husband about these events. We helped each other
acknowledge the cycles of life and that the joys
counter the sorrows. It was enough to keep us
going.

Finally, there is knowing.

I know Scott will throw his laundry just shy of
the hamper every night; he'll be late to most
appointments and eat the last chocolate in the
box. He knows that I sleep with a pillow over my
head.

I guess our love lasts because it is comfortable.
No, the sky is not bluer: it's just a familiar
hue. We don't feel particularly young: we've
experienced too much that has contributed to our
growth and wisdom, taking its toll on our bodies,
and created our memories. I hope we've got what
it takes to make our love last. As a bride, I had
Scott's wedding band engraved with Robert
Browning's line "Grow old along with me!"

We're following those instructions. "If anything
is real, the heart will make it plain."


There are some people who meet that somebody
that they can never stop loving, no matter how
hard
they try. I wouldn't expect you to understand
that,
or even believe it, but trust me, there are some
love
that don't go away. And maybe that makes them
crazy, but we should all be blessed to end up
with that somebody who has a little of that
insanity. Somebody who never lets go. Somebody
who cherishes you forever.

Hope you find this kind of love in your life.

'The world isn't fair, Calvin.' 'I know, but why isn't it ever unfair in my favor?'

i've never been demoralized..but I am..big time...

From the day I went back to work, I've settled to breastfeeding my son and pumping for breast milk before and after shift but lately I noticed that my milk supply has lessened. I found out that not breastfeeding continously causes the supply of milk to decrease thus I decided to bring my handy breast pump to work. My first day was a disappointment. Barely 2 ounces of milk was expressed. My second day was better with 4 ounces. Hopefully, it'll progress in a matter of days. Hopefully, too, management heeds our request to have a mother's lounge. It's kinda disconcerting to pump in the disabled bathroom :(

it' s been 2 weeks since I went back to work and sadly, it seems that I've lost it. I've lost the drive to work and to excel. I've lost the wanting to win the rat race. I've simply settled to wanting to be an at-home-mother. Maybe I'm just missing my baby..maybe I just got used to staying at home...maybe...beats me on why I'm feeling like this...maybe I'll find my rhythm in next few weeks..maybe....just maybe

When we are no longer able to change a situation,

we are challenged to change ourselves.

~Victor Frankl

Maybe little boy's starting to look and act like me...wweee! notice the kunot na noo..hehehe... he also got my habit of placing his hands anywhere near his head when asleep

Mom! don't show them my putotoy! grumble grumble

where do you hang on to if you're drowning in the middle of the sea?

50 thousand tears I've cried

Screaming Deceiving and Bleeding for you

And you still won't hear me(I’m going under)

Don't want your hand this time

I'll save myself

Maybe I'll wake up for once

Not tormented daily defeated by you

Just when I thought I'd reached the bottom

I'm dying again

Segue:

why o why?


Have you seen the Adidas commercial? The Impossible 11? Superb.

***SPOILERS AHEAD***

Ang laging tanong sa akin lately is kung "kumusta ang/si mommy". Ang lagi ko naman sagot is ok lang pero iniisip ko tuloy pag tinatanong ba ako ng "kumusta ang/si mommy" ang ibig sabihin ba nila ay kumusta ako mismo or kumusta ang pagiging ina? Wla naman akong iniisip na masama sa tanong na yon ang sa akin lang is napapaisip lang ako...so kumusta nga ba si mommy?

Kung ako mismo..mabuti naman ako. buhay pa pagkatapos ng 3 araw na labor. Pina admit ako sa hospital nung june 2, friday, kse 40 weeks anf 1 day na ko nun. di pa nanganganak. ni 1 cm wla pa at mababa na ang amniotic fluid ko (read: tubig sa bahay bata). so nung june 2 inumpisahan ang pag induce sa akin. Nang pinasok ako sa DR nung tanghali ng June 2, napakaraming babaeng buntis sa DR. Ni check ang vital signs at nilinis ang tyan. Pinasok sa LR 2. Isa itong kwarto na mala aquarium dahil glass ang asa isang gilid nito. 12 hours akong asa LR 2 sa aking unang araw. Ako lang mag isa. naka dextrose at wlang makausap o ni mabasa. Ang tanging pampalipas oras ay ang pagbasa ng numero sa fetal heart rate machine, ang pagbasa ng nakalagay sa dextrose na baliktad at ang pag tingin sa maliit na bintana sa may taas ng aking ulo--ang nakikita ko nga lang sa bintana nito ay ang parking lot ng hospital...so lahat ng labas pasok sa parking lot nakikita ko. Sayang at wla akong nakitang nagpatayan o nag sex man lang sa loob ng sasakyan para man lang masiyahan ako ng konti. So ayun, 12 hours akong mag isa. 12 hours din akong wlang kinakain o iniinom. leche. gutom na kme ng anak ko. nang matapos ang first level ng pag induce or induction, sa awa ng dyos 1 cm pa din ako. ayaw lumabas ng bagets. napansin ko na lahat ng kasabayan ko na pumasok sa DR nung tanghali ng friday e wla na sa DR. champion. pinagpahinga ako sa kwarto ko na asa labas ng DR (hay salamat!) pero bawal pa din daw ako kumain. Pero wag ka, may panakaw na subo ako ng yang chow rice ng chowking. Aba! ikaw ba naman ang di pakainin no. Binalik ako ng umaga ng June 3 sa DR. eto nanaman kami~another 12 hours . Nung hapon ni biopsy ang tyan ko. Aba tumaas daw ang amniotic fluid ko. hindi sya abot ng 7 which is the normal and safe # pero tumaas ng 6 mula sa dating 5.5. Sbe ng OB pwede daw ako umuwi. Sa loob loob ko, LECHE! pagkatapos nyo kong gutumin ng 12 hours e biglang papauwiin nyo ko! Buti nalang somekinda matalino si ob at sinabe na since asa hospital nalang din ako e mag all the way na kme. ehem. sa pag induce po. so sya sige manganak na kung manganak para one time big time. Humingi muna ako ng time out. feeling ko para akong ieechagaray. binigyan ako ng reprieve ng 2 hours bago umpisahan ang 3rd and last attempt of induction. after 2 hours binalik na ulet ako~this time 8 hours nalang daw DAPATT. so buong gabi ng sabado go nanaman kme. masakit po ang pag induce. baka akalain nyo na dahil naka 3 induction ako na ganun ganun lang yun. masakit po sya at nakaka lungkot dahil mag isa lang kayo at wlang kausap at wla pang makain. Nung mga 3am, 1 cm pa din ako. Wla na atang pag asa na lumuwag pa ang aking sipit sipitan. Nung mga 5am, sa sobrang inis ko, nag prisinta ako sa ob resident if pwede ako maglakad lakad ng onti. kaya ayun namasyal ako hila hila ang aking dextrose sa loob ng delivery room na may patingin tingin sa pinto ng DR na may malaking window nangangarap na may makikitang kakilala. Ang pinto na ito ay malayo kung asa ako nun so halos di mo na makikilala ang taong asa kabila ng pinto na to. Mga 7am tiningnan ulet ako at sinabi na sa wakas ng 3cm na ko. Wow! akala mo ang laki pero hello sa tagal na wlang nangyayari e ang pag 3cm ko ay welcome change. Binutas na ang water bag ko para ma force na lumabas si bagets at dun na nag suklob ang langit at lupa. kung nasasaktan ka sa dysmenorrhea..goodluck pag naglalabor ka. may nag taray pa sa akin na ob resident kse humihingi ako ng painkiller. di daw pwede kse sa monitor bumababa na ang heart rate ni baby. gusto ko sana sigawan. ikaw ang mag labor at mag tiis sa sakit. kaso sa sobrang sakit di na ko nakapag react. iyak, hawak sa kama at ang pag tawag sa lahat ng santo ang inatupag ko nalang nun. sa oras na yun ready na din ako mag give up. ikaw ba naman ang mag labor ng 3 araw at di kumain ng ganun katagal ewan ko nalang kung may lakas ka pang umire. sa wakas nag desisyon na din ang doctor na i-CS na daw ako. bumababa na ang heart rate ni bagets at ayaw na nila na pati ako e bumaba na din ang vitals. Pinasok ako sa operating room at hiniga sa operating table (langya mas nakakatakot pala dun. sino ba ang interior designer ng kwarto na yun!?!?!?! tama ba naman na naka display yung mga sinaunang gamit sa pagpapanganak) kaso nilabas ulet kse ang asawa ko daw gusto ako kausapin. haaaayyy masakit na po! Pagbalik ko sa operating room na notice ko ang hinihigaan ko...tama ba naman na ang operating table e gawa sa leather na itim at hugis pa cross?! wuzdameaning ito! so sa madali't salita nanganak na ko. so sa tanong na kumusta ako mismo...ok ako. buhay pa sa awa ng Dyos. salamat sa pagtanong.

Pero kung ang tanong ay kung kumusta ang pagiging ina ... masaya..masarap...nakakapagod...fulfilling...mahirap i explain basta masaya...pag sinabi ko na masaya meron pa bang explanation yun? hindi maiintindihan ng isang tao ang pakiramdam unless isa syang ina or isang ama na naghirap sa anak...para ka na din sigurong nanalo sa lotto...jackpot. one time bigtime ang feeling....ngayon kung ngingiti lang ang anak ko para sa akin solb na ang lahat....

na miss kita

a rollercoaster ride that's how I can describe my pregnancy... from "still-not-pregnant" announcements to pregnancy complications to buy me this kind of food at this restaurant or else to non fetal movement scare (turns our antukin lang pala like his dad) to a 3 -day labor (yes, 3) to fetal heart rate decline to finally...this

Meet my "bunso"

Alessandro Raphael Antonio Agnello Perez-Aniciete

a.k.a kurdapyo (wla pang nick e)

For something I've always wanted and for something I've always dreamt of..there were times that I almost gave up...but of course I didn't. It was a difficult pregnancy but at the end it was all worth it...when you see that little bundle sleeping in your arms despite the sleepless nights..the dozing off while you're breastfeeding...in the end it was all worth it..would I go through it again...ahem..that's why I call my only son bunso

ditdiritditditdit (ala am radio)

nanganak na po ako. SA WAKAS. updates soon

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sa lahat ng nagtatanong at naghahanap sa akin...hindi pa po ako nanganganak...hindi pa type ng bagets na lumabas sa aking tyan na akala nya ata e kasing laki ng soccer field sa kakasipa at kakagalaw nya

B O R E D

a few weeks to go.....i'm on my 34th week. doctor sez that I can give birth between the 11th of May to June 8...i can't wait...i'm at the brink already...i hate being pregnant...i hate the dependency...the all day sickness....the no smoking..the no coke..errrr...the konting coke pala....

How does one measure friendship?

is it in the number of years?





is it in the number of trials that you both went through?

indeed, how does one measure friendhsip?

i think we've nailed...first it was Rhemarco Ace Agnello Moreira then Franco Ace Antonio Agnello now, and hopefully, the last, its Martin Ace Antonio Agnello :)

i'm in my 7 month...just a couple of weeks before the small guy says hello to mommy...i'm gonna enroll my kid in soccer camp because he's been kicking me so hard everday! .....going to work nowadays is such a burden...i am so tamad and when I'm at work I'm so sleepy naman...can't wait when i start my maternity leave by that time naman I'd probably be too bored naman sa house that's why now palang i'm trying to compile everything that I can so that I can start a scrapbook thingy...

How would you feel if I kept something secret from you and you had to find out through other people about it?

now we start thinking of boy names...we were really hoping for a girl but a boy's a welcome gift too :) (Please no Ace Jr!)

what's in a name

yciar
lucia
jacinta
belinda
carissa
martha
ingrid
helene'- margaruite
georgianna
christianne
bettina
bambina........

what if it's a boy?????

What profits a man if he gains the world, but loses his soul?

i wanted to blog about what happened yesterday...nope, nothing big or serious..but it was just one 'em days...but writer's bloc got the better of me...i've been trying to compose something that would begin to describe how my day was yesterday but i couldn't simply explain it...adjectives went on an early summer vacation...so i leave at that...it was just one o' 'em days...

sakit ipin ko

Mother doesn't know where love has gone,
she says it must be youth that keeps us feeling strong.
See it in her face that's turned to ice,
and when she smiles she shows the lines of sacrifice.
And now I know what they're saying as our sun begins to fade,
and we made our love on wasteland and through the barricades.

may mga desisyon sa buhay na kailangan gawin ng tao....kung ano ang desisyon kailangan nila respetuhin...wla ka naman magagawa...wla ka nanaman masasabe...basta kung saan ka masaya....

Turn around and I'll be there,
well there's a scar right through my heart but I'll bare it again.
Oh, I thought we were the human race but we were just another borderline case,
and the stars reach down and tell us that there's always one escape.
Oh, I don't know where love has gone,
and in this troubled land desperation keeps us strong.
Friday's child is full of soul,
with nothing left to lose there's everything to go.
And now I know what they're saying,
it's a terrible beauty we've made,
so we make our love on wasteland and through the barricades.
And now I know what they're saying as our hearts go to their graves,
and we made our love on wasteland and through the barricades

 

its a day late but I'm sure wishes don't have expiration dates...so from my family to yours (family: Ace, hundun plus 1), we wish you a Happy Christmas and may the Holy Spirit fill your Christmas with heavenly bliss and happiness

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Finally! after a long absence

i'm in between mg 8th and 9th week of pregnancy.it hasn't been the best pregnancy...everyday seems to be a struggle~an uphill battle that is. from the moment i wake up to the moment I close my eyes. in the morning I feel sick. i am hungry~ravenous at that and there's that quesy feeling of ...vomiting and nausea. at night, I have difficulty sleeping and my sleep is always interrupted with frequent trips to the banyo and the pangs of hunger. poor ace, he has to contend with all that..he barely has time to sleep and rest on his own plus the fact that I don't even want him to touch me..hold my hand, hug or kiss me..blech! but despite of all that you will not hear any tinge of regret or anger or any negative feeling or comment...even when he is pissed na with me he'd still manage a smile for me even when I'm scowling back at him.

There are nights when I just cry because of all the pain...when I just utter why all these pain for something that I've always wanted...
Don't mistake all these for regret. absolutely not. despite all the pain and the tears..everything..i still want and love my baby. we both do. I've waited for so long to have one and I'm gonna try to stick it out till the end.

well, that's it. nothing much to say.

i'm back

just a rundown...but i'll keep the biggest news last :)

1. I found out my lola is now bedridden. she's a type2 diabetic and she fell down a couple of weeks ago. my mom is taking care of her coz she's a feeder. hopefully her health improves

2. I had a fever a week ago for 2 days. then it re-curred last thursday so I had to to the ER to have myself checked since I registered a 38.5. I stayed there from thursday to yesterday. They found out that I had a systematic viral infection and another finding that'll leave to item #3. Then last night I had to go the ER again due to chest pains. This time I went to Makati Med since staying in Cardinal Santos left a bad taste in our mouths. They found out that I had an inflammed ribcage. Cure: paracetamol and bedrest. that was it. and there I was thinking na I had some sort of a heart problem. whew!

3. And the last kwento:

From today: she (we want a girl) is 5 weeks and 6 days old!

Unfortunately, its gonna be a tough ride for me. Doctor says that reason why I had backpain was due to the baby. She gave me medicines to make sure that my baby's stay in my womb is peaceful. the term that she used was: threatened abortion. hopefully, my baby remains to be a good girl and just stays where she is until june of next year. Mommy would be sad if she doesn't

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Someone posted the comment below on my last post.

"making lait the people??? huh!

ur so arte, my gosh, ur not even maganda ...

reason y u cant even wear such kita-na-kaluluwa-skirts coz i bet u have such big legs as in BIG!! it shows!haha ...


such gross english, xadong pa-conyo ... well, dk maganda, wag ka umarte..
duh_huh ...

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Dear whoever you are,

I didnt' say that I was pretty. did i ever say na I am. stupid.

oh yea I do have big thighs. did i say na I didn't? blame that on my genes. i also have big arms but so what? I have to die for hair and cleavage and a sound mind to go with it. you? i bet you don't. nincompoop.

dude, ask MY friends because you obviously aren't and you can't be my friend if you can't even spell well and you don't even know simple blogging rules. I really speak this way. Am i conyo? who's to tell? if you're description of being a conyo is someone who 1) studied in a catholic all girls school somewhere in Makati 2) who speaks english and tagalog to make up a sentence 3) who makes lait all the time....then you got me there. I am indeed a conyo. I am an Assumptionista. True blue and damn proud of it. ikaw san ka nagaral? I speak both English and Tagalog in a sentence not because I'm conyo but because I know how to speak it. ikaw you know how ba? i guess your minute mind, if you have one that is, can't even decipher that. MY friends know that I'm a self confessed Laitera but so what?

so what's your beef? if you don't have anything to do don't diss me on my own blog. you're so tanga that you don't know blogging rule #1: you don't diss the owner of the blog on her own blog. you respect how I write and why I write for the simple reason that this is MY blog. capisce? intiendes?

next time, you take care dah-ling. you take very good care on what you say especially about me. you know why? because I know who you are and where you are and I can hunt you down even if you're in that internet shop. I don't like anyone dissing me.

o here it is

my birhtday went by just like that...big blah!

nothing to make kwento. the usual birhtday treat sa office that was gobbled up in less than 2 hours! and dinner treat in Somethin' Fishy in Eastwood. Before the early morning (call time was 12MN), we were in Eastwood na early palang. Was supposed to watch a movie but we didn't make it in time. We, instead, played Bowling (which I lost by mere 2 points lang and by sheer luck by my kalaban :P ) and some videogames in...yun na yun..we went around a bit and did some shopping (du-uh what else!?!?!) but the best part was sitting down and watching people passing by...we were (or it was more of me pala) making lait the people who were wearing sexy outfits for people to notice them kse they're so panget, the girls who were wearing konti nalang kita mo na ang kaluluwa skirts and simply anyone who was just panget.

that was that...it was just a blah (and I was saying that with my tongue stuck out)...

the gift? oh yea! Chas ..sige na nga and Tin gave me a DVD of Sharon and Rowell's Cross my Heart (how Jologs I know but so what I'm a sharonian), Ace gave me a watch (nice!) and lest I forget the QA team brought cake..yummy! i still have the candle na pang brownout!

...sometimes people have to be in a situation and see how fate turns out for them.. thats how life is...when things happen you let them happen and stand for what you put yourself into.. you may get out of it and learn or go with it and still learn. But i know what you mean when you say, these are the kinds of situations when some relationships shatter and people break down... and i hate it too...

Sometimes you can only do so much...you can't help someone if they don't want to listen...you can't help if they don't want to see it the way you see it...so I just have to stand back and let them be even if they stumble and fall...you just have to be ready to pull them up after they fall...

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
" 'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door;
Only this, and nothing more."

I saw a friend yesterday...and I remember how it was...to be hurt...to have your heart broken by another...i was the same sorry state just a year and some months ago (jon at the background: your goal your goal your goal!). some stupid bloke (read: moron, 2 timer, nincompoop, cheater, labo guy) broke my heart just to make me palit with some yaya looking cebuana.

argh those fucking feelings again...why do we even remember things we want to forget!?!?!...as maricel soriano would say: erase! erase! erase!..maybe i can go through the Lacuna procedure or is there some switch in my head to turn off or to delete all the painful memories...don't we have the clear your cache and delete all cookies button somewhere?!?!?!...jezuuz, i never wanted to remember..i never want to feel the same feelings ever again...ever...and it was just a dam of emotions all bottled up......fuck it....i never wanted to remember...

Noah Calhoun : You know I want to give you everything you want. But I can't. It's broken.

I did not write this because I remember that moron. I remember the feelings..the emotions...i do not remember the person or the love that was wasted...lest i get misconstrued...I remember the pain...and it makes me take a step back...why am i letting myself go through all that again...

overhauled!

double takes! full minute stare! shocked faces! why's, when's and yes, even what the fucks! hay naku!

I had hair this short (pero long pa din)


this long


this long


and this looong..this was just above my waist!


but I never had hair this short!

I was looking for a day spa and look what results it gave me ***scratches head***
---> skytrek? for the "boys" spa

---> Spam Jam??? DUH

morons

There is a big, knappy hair in my sundae.

when i was kid, we used to have a clock that looks this this... It was a clock my mom bought to make sure that me, my 2 stupid brothers and my yaya wake up at 430am! I studied grade school all the way in Antipolo soI had to be picked up by the Rebollido (then it was the Cuyugan) bus at that Godforsaken hour. Anyhow, that clock worked for a while. it was my hatest thing in the whole world at that time..the next being my very VERY heavy backpack that I had to bring to school every fuckin' day. I said for awhile coz after weeks of being rudely woken up by that clock (I tell you it was enough to wake the whooollee house with its blasted sound), I started a new hobby! It was the throw-the-alarm-clock-when-it-rings hobby. Eventually, it broke down (wweeeee!) after being thrown unceremoniously across the room and at times down the stairs (it won't stop e!) , My mom got us another one just like that. I think they costs a hundred and plus then...at that time 100 bucks still got you somewhere but after a while those things "mysteriously" broke after a couple of days..my mom and my lola tried the no alarm clock lets wake up early style for a couple of days but my poor dad got the brunt of it coz they always woke up late.....just in time to hear Mang Tanay's , the bus driver, signature pot-pot and because of that my dad had to bring me all the way to Antipolo! Hehehehehe....So my dear mother got one of those cheapo alarm clocks..the ones that you hear sa bangketa. But, alas, they just met the same fate as their predecessors and being the cheapo that they are they just got smashed after being thrown once lang. The mahal ones lasted a couple of throws though...

so now i feel the same way...i feel that the alarm clock is ticking somewhere and is about to peel... its the saturday morning and in a few hours I'll be back in the office

...something that I do not relish... argh! bakit ang bilis! why God why!?!?! I'm trying not to hit the sack muna..why kse it makes time go faster e....hay naku I better fix my stuff na coz for sure I'll be running late mamaya coz I'll be so tamad to get my flat butt up from my cozy bed

maybe I can call in sick.... ...hhmmmm what a thought.....

My appointment with my new dentist went quite well. Like usual, i had my initial apprehensions...of course! I'm scared of dentists what do you expect?!?!?! My old one migrated to the States so I had to find a new one and thank God for friends, I quickly had a new one in the guise of my friend, Rica. How we became friends would eat up another entry but just a gist both of our ex-es, Inigo and Carroll, are part of this very close-knit barkada. Anyway, I sat on the Chamber of Pain for roughly about 2 and a half hours. I didn't have anything major done since she says that I would need an oral (or was that dental) surgeon for some tooth to get extracted because it couldn't be done through the usual extraction..yada yada yada yada...anyhow, after that, Ace and I, went to Megamall to eat after that we decided to get a massage and a facial..God knows I baaddddllyy need one....I usually go to Urban Spa (you can include this on my gift list!!!) in Shangri-La but since we were in Megamall...why not try a different one! So we tried the services of the Holistic Circle Inc. (SM MegaMall 5th Level, Bldg. A Tel. 634-7271, 914-4376---> commercial pa!). The ambiance at first was ok until I heard people talking and utensils clanging (not so loudly of course) as it turns out the room that we were in was just beside the main hallway that separated the other rooms plus the lounge area of people who were working there and we were just hidden from everyone's prying eyes by a banig and some stuff pa ( i didn't try to investigate anymore)...there was also no soothing music nor those wasping aromatherapy amoys lit in the room. there was a candle alright but it was just for decors. the massage was ok..nothing great BUT not good either...i always thought that massages should start from the head down to the shoulders and the feet being last. This is time it was jumbled...legs then back then arms and aaaa basta labo labo na so it wasn't that soothing tlaga...kainis...then after that the masahistas handed us a small envelope for their tips..for God's sake! sana sa front desk nalanag nakalagay! After that we were led to the facial area..labo no??? sarap first then pain...tsk tsk....over-all rating--->1.5....sige na nga a 2 nalang (pilit pa)..would I go back there? my still aching back sez no.

off to a 4 day weekend...i was dying for this!!! absolutely dying...i was getting pissed na here and there...i usually have a sunny disposition but for some reason I was getting really really irked na...with the customer who thinks that she's high and mighty just because I was pinoy (du-uh! sana marunong ka mag spell muna no you ugly american)...i wanna ramble on about some people here on the team but delicadeza gags my mouth so zip it hundun!...and I was tired na tlaga...dead tired! So no going out or going to the mall--(weh?) but just plain rest and fix my poor house :(

(you see the red underlined portion?if not, click on the pic)

things to do:

TeUsDay:
1. wash all my clothes
2. fix master's bedroom (this is where I'm bunking nowadays)
3. transfer some of my stuff to my old room
4. fix my itunes list
5. clean out my yahoo mail
6. have a main pwd file on my pc
7. fix my faves list
8. fix my address book
9. DVD marathon!!!!

WeDNEsdaY:
1. pa fix pc monitors
2. pa fix my tv
3. Go to SSS
4. Have my nails done
5. go to the my OB

Thur$day:
1. Go to my new Dentist (I totally hate this!)

FrIday:
....to be announced..depends if I don't get sick after my dental work