Yesterday, I felt like a kid again, albeit, for five hours only.
We had our team bonding activity in the magical world of Enchanted Kingdom. For one day, we let our hair down and decided to have fun. We screamed and shouted on top of our lungs at every ride. We unabashedly posed for pictures in every corner of the park, as if it's the first time we've been there. We binged on junk food and forgot about our diet. We shopped to our hearts' delight (charged to the company, *clap* *clap*) for toys and souvenirs.
But alas, though our hearts are willing, I guess our real age finally caught up with us. We were all tired to the bone by the time we went home, wishing that today, we could all just take the day off.
But thanks to the magic of EK, I think all of us went home with renewed spirits of camaraderie and friendship. Thanks too to our company for graciously sponsoring this activity. *wink* *wink*
Friday, November 26, 2004
The Magic is Here
that's what Mama said at 10:49 AM
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Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Off the list!
What you're seeing here is the first item deleted from my Wish List.
I've long wanted to have a plant in my cubicle--I heard that to rest one's weary eyes, one should look at something green, nature-green to be exact-- but I didn't know what would be an appropriate indoor plant. Till one day, in the ladies' room of our office, a vase was put up with stalks of leaves in water. Then that's how I finally got the idea of what i wanted. SInce I wasn't so sold on the idea of a plant planted in soil, this was the perfect choice for me. Then after some inquiries, what do you know, I found out that I can actually get some stalks for free! These were actually just left overs from an arrangement that were ordered during our office blessing. So last friday, I finally got hold of a transparent vase from Landmark, and voila!
I don't know much about plants and it's the first time I'm taking care of one. So wish me luck!
I've long wanted to have a plant in my cubicle--I heard that to rest one's weary eyes, one should look at something green, nature-green to be exact-- but I didn't know what would be an appropriate indoor plant. Till one day, in the ladies' room of our office, a vase was put up with stalks of leaves in water. Then that's how I finally got the idea of what i wanted. SInce I wasn't so sold on the idea of a plant planted in soil, this was the perfect choice for me. Then after some inquiries, what do you know, I found out that I can actually get some stalks for free! These were actually just left overs from an arrangement that were ordered during our office blessing. So last friday, I finally got hold of a transparent vase from Landmark, and voila!
I don't know much about plants and it's the first time I'm taking care of one. So wish me luck!
that's what Mama said at 3:25 PM
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Monday, November 22, 2004
Interesting finds over the weekend
Book Sale corner at Food Choices Greenbelt -- I found a number of interesting and cheap books (in good condition). They've got Tom Clancy novels, including a number of the Net Force series for as low as 80 pesos. They also have the Reader's Digest hardbound 4-book compilation (I didn't know this existed until last Friday), where. say, one John Grisham novel is combined with three other novels of lesser known authors, only for 125 pesos (can you imagine buying 4 novels at that price?!?!).
Dencio's in Capitol Hills Golf Club -- It's on top of a hill with a nice overlooking view (don't ask me I haven't figured out the particular location that's in view). It was raining when we went there, so we did not get a table near the view. But it surely is a nice place to chill out. And since it's located in a residential area, the place is more private and cozy.
Max Brenner's Chocolate Fondue -- If you have 380 pesos to splurge, treat yourself (and your date) to this delectable dessert. This fondue consists of strawberries, bananas, marshmallows and broas to dip into rich chocolate sauce. You can also choose from regular, white or dark chocolate dips.
Taguig City -- If it's not the Fort Bonifacio area of Taguig, don't even think about going there unless you have something important (like a matter of life or death) to do there. Their streets are mostly single-lane for each way, and the most amusing thing is, they're marked as national roads!
Dencio's in Capitol Hills Golf Club -- It's on top of a hill with a nice overlooking view (don't ask me I haven't figured out the particular location that's in view). It was raining when we went there, so we did not get a table near the view. But it surely is a nice place to chill out. And since it's located in a residential area, the place is more private and cozy.
Max Brenner's Chocolate Fondue -- If you have 380 pesos to splurge, treat yourself (and your date) to this delectable dessert. This fondue consists of strawberries, bananas, marshmallows and broas to dip into rich chocolate sauce. You can also choose from regular, white or dark chocolate dips.
Taguig City -- If it's not the Fort Bonifacio area of Taguig, don't even think about going there unless you have something important (like a matter of life or death) to do there. Their streets are mostly single-lane for each way, and the most amusing thing is, they're marked as national roads!
that's what Mama said at 11:28 AM
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my message board is back....
....And sorry to tagboard, I've switched to cbox. I discovered it in the blog of bullish1974 (Hi Mike, hope you don't mind ;)).
It's got more smilies and a choice of colors for the message board.
So here's hoping that it won't #$%^ up like tag board.
Have a good week everyone!
It's got more smilies and a choice of colors for the message board.
So here's hoping that it won't #$%^ up like tag board.
Have a good week everyone!
that's what Mama said at 9:04 AM
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Friday, November 19, 2004
And here it is...
Yes, it's still me, but with a new and improved personalised look.
Again, many thanks to my co-basher-slash-bitch Emi who painstakingly edited the Princess' photo.
And special thanks to my dear friend Tin for bearing with me. Pero dearie you really proved this time na mas O.C. ka pa rin keysa sakin. And yes, Verdana does look good ;) Congratulations, I think you're on your way to a career alternative.
Friends, you may notice that your old comments are already gone. I'm now using haloscan and i believe it doesn't allow the migration of the old comments.
I also decided not to put the tagboard back (not yet at least) because it's not loading anyway. It's been down for the past three days.
Ok, enough blogging for the day...Work awaits!
Again, many thanks to my co-basher-slash-bitch Emi who painstakingly edited the Princess' photo.
And special thanks to my dear friend Tin for bearing with me. Pero dearie you really proved this time na mas O.C. ka pa rin keysa sakin. And yes, Verdana does look good ;) Congratulations, I think you're on your way to a career alternative.
Friends, you may notice that your old comments are already gone. I'm now using haloscan and i believe it doesn't allow the migration of the old comments.
I also decided not to put the tagboard back (not yet at least) because it's not loading anyway. It's been down for the past three days.
Ok, enough blogging for the day...Work awaits!
that's what Mama said at 2:10 PM
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Updates before the weekend
I'm waiting for my new blogskin to be done, that's why I'm too giddy and excited and I can't seem to write about anything right now. Let me just extend a big hug of gratitude to Tin who is helping me with the skin, and to Emi who helped me with the picture. Oh and yes, I will do something also--I'll be the one to put in the codes and what have you--hehehe, just so you know that I'm not totally clueless with HTML ;)
Other things I'm doing right now:
1. Reading Angels & Demons, the book that was actually written before The Da Vinci Code. I played only two games last night and spent the rest of the time (yes, while inside the badminton court) reading the book.
2. Work...Work....WORK!#$%^&* (But, I'm so fortunate to have a boss who appreciates everything I do--Ahem!)
So anyways, have a good weekend Sweetkins!
Other things I'm doing right now:
1. Reading Angels & Demons, the book that was actually written before The Da Vinci Code. I played only two games last night and spent the rest of the time (yes, while inside the badminton court) reading the book.
2. Work...Work....WORK!#$%^&* (But, I'm so fortunate to have a boss who appreciates everything I do--Ahem!)
So anyways, have a good weekend Sweetkins!
that's what Mama said at 9:12 AM
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Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Flower Girl
This picture will grace my new skin--If I get around to doing it ;)
that's what Mama said at 1:19 PM
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Friday, November 12, 2004
My Co-Parent
I just heard from my friend G, that her 1 y/o baby was rushed to the hospital this morning, after vomiting all-night long. And while her baby is in the hospital, she had to return to the office this morning (she works in the night shift) to fix the Philhealth documents. I could imagine that while she’s doing that, she must be worried sick as well about the condition of her baby. Much as she wants to be beside him, she also needs to arrange for these documentation. G is a single mother, by choice at that, and though her parents and siblings are surely with her through this, I’m sure that as the lone parent of the child, this must be a tough burden for her to handle.
I would have been a single mother myself. Actually, I started out as one. I had even conditioned myself well enough, that I was really prepared to take on the role. I knew I could do it, and looking back, had my hubby and I not been married, I know I could still do it. It would be tough, but I know I could make it.
In those few months that I was a single parent to our daughter, I remember having some periods of depression (post partum maybe). I was physically tired of taking care of the baby, with no yaya to help me, and consequently, my spirits were down. At that time, I remember wishing there was somebody who would share the responsibility with me.
Fast forward to the present…After hearing of G’s plight, I feel suddenly so appreciative of my hubby’s presence. And though I don’t discount the capabilities of a single-parent, I’m just grateful that I have someone to share child-rearing with. It was especially true when I was still working abroad. The hubby dutifully took all the responsibilities of a parent—bringing her to her check ups, buying her stuff (clothes, groceries, toys) and even arranging for her first birthday party. I keep on telling myself, I probably wouldn’t feel as confident to leave my baby had my hubby not been around. Even now, I would often tell him that one of us should always be with our daughter, that only one of us should be away at a time. So given a choice that I can bring him with me when I travel for work (on long term assignments), I’d probably not do it. And now that we’re together, I am equally thankful that I have somebody to share my worries, my joys, and my pains with.
Somebody who will scold our daughter when she gets too naughty and she won’t listen to me
Somebody who will rush to the drug store to buy medicine when Julie gets sick in the middle of the night or buy her diapers when they ran out
Somebody who will play with her when I am sick
Somebody who will hold her other hand while we walk in the mall
Somebody who can tell her about boys, with more “authority” than I do
Somebody who will cry with me when it’s her time to leave us (if she decides to study or work abroad)
Somebody who will walk her down the aisle, an experience I was not blessed with, when it’s time to give her away
For all these and more, I’m glad that I have the hubby, my co-parent, right beside me, to go through all these with me.
I would have been a single mother myself. Actually, I started out as one. I had even conditioned myself well enough, that I was really prepared to take on the role. I knew I could do it, and looking back, had my hubby and I not been married, I know I could still do it. It would be tough, but I know I could make it.
In those few months that I was a single parent to our daughter, I remember having some periods of depression (post partum maybe). I was physically tired of taking care of the baby, with no yaya to help me, and consequently, my spirits were down. At that time, I remember wishing there was somebody who would share the responsibility with me.
Fast forward to the present…After hearing of G’s plight, I feel suddenly so appreciative of my hubby’s presence. And though I don’t discount the capabilities of a single-parent, I’m just grateful that I have someone to share child-rearing with. It was especially true when I was still working abroad. The hubby dutifully took all the responsibilities of a parent—bringing her to her check ups, buying her stuff (clothes, groceries, toys) and even arranging for her first birthday party. I keep on telling myself, I probably wouldn’t feel as confident to leave my baby had my hubby not been around. Even now, I would often tell him that one of us should always be with our daughter, that only one of us should be away at a time. So given a choice that I can bring him with me when I travel for work (on long term assignments), I’d probably not do it. And now that we’re together, I am equally thankful that I have somebody to share my worries, my joys, and my pains with.
Somebody who will scold our daughter when she gets too naughty and she won’t listen to me
Somebody who will rush to the drug store to buy medicine when Julie gets sick in the middle of the night or buy her diapers when they ran out
Somebody who will play with her when I am sick
Somebody who will hold her other hand while we walk in the mall
Somebody who can tell her about boys, with more “authority” than I do
Somebody who will cry with me when it’s her time to leave us (if she decides to study or work abroad)
Somebody who will walk her down the aisle, an experience I was not blessed with, when it’s time to give her away
For all these and more, I’m glad that I have the hubby, my co-parent, right beside me, to go through all these with me.
that's what Mama said at 9:57 AM
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Monday, November 08, 2004
25 Ways to Bond With Your Child
I woke up yesterday with catarrh running down my nose. I dismissed it to be just the usual allergy I normally have every morning. But it persisted the whole day, and I don’t recall how I got it or if I ever got exposed to someone who has it (this morning though, my friend Larah told me I might have gotten it from her). However it didn’t stop me from having a blast while playing nanny, playmate and super-mom to Her Royal Highness Princess Julianne. Yaya went on a day off and I took the opportunity to bond with my daughter. Activities started after her mid-day nap:
1. Tied her hair
2. Changed her diapers, and changed into a fresh clothes
3. Did puzzles together
4. Picked up puzzle pieces strewn all over the floor
5. Picked up books strewn all over the floor
6. Picked up more stuff (pens, drawing papers, toys, coloring books, crayons) strewn all over the floor
7. Tried to search for missing puzzle piece
8. Horsed around the room, literally
9. Watched a Sly action flick on HBO (see, I don’t mind her watching Hollywood action flicks—but please, none of those Tagalog ones)
10.Fed her a Gonuts Donut for merienda
11.Dressed her up to go to relative’s place
12.Tried to tie her hair neatly (this is NOT among my specialties)
13.Upon returning home, repeated activities 3 to 8.
14.Brushed her teeth and washed her face
15.Tied her hair once more
16.See number 13
17.Finally, I was able to convince her to go to bed
18.Changed her into her jammies
19.Applied bedtime lotion on her (hoping it would work to make her feel relaxed and sedated—hahaha)
20.Made a bottle of milk
21.Which she didn’t like (“Ayaw bago dede!)
22.Which I transferred into another bottle
23.Tried to coax her into falling asleep
24.Instead, I watched and listened to her talk and narrate all her little-world stories
25.Until I (yes, you read it right) fell asleep
I still have colds and I feel like a zombie (side story: I took no-drowse cold medication. Sleep is a most preferred way to combat colds that’s why cold medicines make one sleepy. But since I have to work today, I can’t have that option. Thus, I took the no-drowse medication. True enough, I’m not sleepy at all, but I feel like my head is floating. Whew!), but I had a wonderfully happy day yesterday anyway. I can’t wait for Yaya’s next day off.
that's what Mama said at 1:02 PM
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Thursday, November 04, 2004
My Morning Pals
Heard at the Morning Rush:
The difference between Murder and Homicide is that the former is premeditated while the other is not. However, both constitute (wow, I love that word) the act of killing.
It's been over five years that I've been listening (on and off though) to Chico and Delamar's morning program. And I must say I haven't grown tired of them. Although I'm not an official "rusher"--as what they call their avid fans--I am one of their biggest fans. I remember that when I was still with my second job in SSIP, most of my colleagues and I would listen to the program in our respective cars, and would even send text messages to each other whenever we hear something really funny, especially on the Top 10 segment. Then we'd still talk a bit about it upon reaching the office.
What makes them click, I think, is their very natural rapport with each other. They've become good friends through the years, and hang out together even after work. Theirs is a perfect example of a "he/she can finish a sentence for me" kind of friendship.
I hope they stay on for more years--Oh, did i say I listen to hear them talk, and not because of the music--to tell us more, to make us laugh more. And I hope they don't get married, I think that will ruin everything =P
The difference between Murder and Homicide is that the former is premeditated while the other is not. However, both constitute (wow, I love that word) the act of killing.
It's been over five years that I've been listening (on and off though) to Chico and Delamar's morning program. And I must say I haven't grown tired of them. Although I'm not an official "rusher"--as what they call their avid fans--I am one of their biggest fans. I remember that when I was still with my second job in SSIP, most of my colleagues and I would listen to the program in our respective cars, and would even send text messages to each other whenever we hear something really funny, especially on the Top 10 segment. Then we'd still talk a bit about it upon reaching the office.
What makes them click, I think, is their very natural rapport with each other. They've become good friends through the years, and hang out together even after work. Theirs is a perfect example of a "he/she can finish a sentence for me" kind of friendship.
I hope they stay on for more years--Oh, did i say I listen to hear them talk, and not because of the music--to tell us more, to make us laugh more. And I hope they don't get married, I think that will ruin everything =P
that's what Mama said at 8:15 AM
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Wednesday, November 03, 2004
My Shitty-Day Story
Addendum: I decided to put *s on some words here. Who knows people who know people who know Amo might be reading this.
I consider myself to be a fairly nice person. In fact, I would normally extend my assistance to friends or relatives or colleagues for simple tasks such as making phone calls or booking appointments and the like.
I’ve been going to weekly one-hour badminton training sessions for the past three months (and I won’t go into detail of how much I’ve improved since the start, if I did at all—hehehe). And since then, I’ve also invited a couple of people to join me. One of them is the hubby’s ****** (and sometimes with his girlfriend), who we shall refer to here as Amo (Tagalog word for “Boss”) . After our first session of training together, I took it upon myself to schedule another session for him and his girlfriend for the following week, as an act of helpfulness. I recall doing the same for him for a couple more times. Till one time, I decided not to volunteer to do it for him, and since he has not asked me to, I left it at that. I already forgot what transpired but he found out that I didn’t book a session for him, and in a sulking manner, he told me, “Jo naman, isabay mo naman ako pag nag-bu-book ka”. So in short, I went back to being my nicey nicey self, FOR HIM.
Yesterday, our trainer sent me an SMS to confirm if Amo is indeed attending his training session scheduled for last night, which I have scheduled for Amo since a week ago. So I immediately relayed the message to Amo . He replied saying, in an unaplogetic manner (in more or less these words), “Hindi ako pwede mamaya, walang driver si mommy”. Right away, I fumed mad, in the vernacular, “nagpanting ang tenga ko”. I sooooo wanted to text him and vent out my anger at him. But since I don’t want to cause any trouble with my hubby’s *********, I instead called my hubby and told him bluntly, “Pagsabihan mo yang ****** mo ha. Hindi nya ako sekretarya!”. The hubby assured me that he’ll take care of it, and that I should stop volunteering (read: spoonfeeding) to help Amo.
It frustrates me that some people are so inconsiderate. Had I not asked him, he wouldn’t even tell me that he wouldn’t show up at the appointed time. He didn’t even have the initiative to just send me a short message to request me to tell our trainer that he can’t make it. And it’s my name that’s up there on the board of the badminton court, so I had to be the one to haggle with the court management to allow me to cancel the slot, HIS SLOT. It’s also embarrassing that I had to belatedly cancel with our trainer, FOR HIM (it’s just good that he’s super nice to me).
I reiterate, I’m a nice person, and I don’t mind helping people. But don’t ever abuse my kindness. Show up when you’re supposed to, and be considerate enough to advise people when you can’t. And when I help you, I don’t need you to thank me for it. Just know how to be decent person.
I consider myself to be a fairly nice person. In fact, I would normally extend my assistance to friends or relatives or colleagues for simple tasks such as making phone calls or booking appointments and the like.
I’ve been going to weekly one-hour badminton training sessions for the past three months (and I won’t go into detail of how much I’ve improved since the start, if I did at all—hehehe). And since then, I’ve also invited a couple of people to join me. One of them is the hubby’s ****** (and sometimes with his girlfriend), who we shall refer to here as Amo (Tagalog word for “Boss”) . After our first session of training together, I took it upon myself to schedule another session for him and his girlfriend for the following week, as an act of helpfulness. I recall doing the same for him for a couple more times. Till one time, I decided not to volunteer to do it for him, and since he has not asked me to, I left it at that. I already forgot what transpired but he found out that I didn’t book a session for him, and in a sulking manner, he told me, “Jo naman, isabay mo naman ako pag nag-bu-book ka”. So in short, I went back to being my nicey nicey self, FOR HIM.
Yesterday, our trainer sent me an SMS to confirm if Amo is indeed attending his training session scheduled for last night, which I have scheduled for Amo since a week ago. So I immediately relayed the message to Amo . He replied saying, in an unaplogetic manner (in more or less these words), “Hindi ako pwede mamaya, walang driver si mommy”. Right away, I fumed mad, in the vernacular, “nagpanting ang tenga ko”. I sooooo wanted to text him and vent out my anger at him. But since I don’t want to cause any trouble with my hubby’s *********, I instead called my hubby and told him bluntly, “Pagsabihan mo yang ****** mo ha. Hindi nya ako sekretarya!”. The hubby assured me that he’ll take care of it, and that I should stop volunteering (read: spoonfeeding) to help Amo.
It frustrates me that some people are so inconsiderate. Had I not asked him, he wouldn’t even tell me that he wouldn’t show up at the appointed time. He didn’t even have the initiative to just send me a short message to request me to tell our trainer that he can’t make it. And it’s my name that’s up there on the board of the badminton court, so I had to be the one to haggle with the court management to allow me to cancel the slot, HIS SLOT. It’s also embarrassing that I had to belatedly cancel with our trainer, FOR HIM (it’s just good that he’s super nice to me).
I reiterate, I’m a nice person, and I don’t mind helping people. But don’t ever abuse my kindness. Show up when you’re supposed to, and be considerate enough to advise people when you can’t. And when I help you, I don’t need you to thank me for it. Just know how to be decent person.
that's what Mama said at 11:53 AM
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