although i don't spend as much time watching television nowadays, i still stumbled upon the initial episode of the Amazing Race Family Edition. They're now more focused on the American destinations and historical places. And what chaos it produced when 40 people compete for airtime and camera views plus of course the coveted cool million prize. But it's also more exciting, with kids, parents, siblings bickering and laughing together.
The Xtra Challenge show with Maui Taylor saying P5k is nothing to her is such a controversial primetime quote. For her who gets money by showing her ass, boob job and everything else, it's such a pitiful thing to say. For us poor mortals who earn every cent with our clothes on, P5k is A LOT. So. I admire Joyce for her composure. If I were in her shoes, I could've punch Maui's already tomato nose into pulp bits. Oops sorry.
I'm semi-hooked to Pinoy Big Brother. I know their names, eager to see who's going to be eliminated next and singing the song in my subconcious. But since they moved it to a later timeslot, I couldn't watch it anymore since I'm sleepy already. Time to hit the sack with my precocious little tyke.
Oh and I'm obssessing about watching the Company's 20th anniversary concert at the CCP but too bad it's sold out na. SAyang. And i want to see "Dubai", I never pass up an Aga Muhlach film. He's just too yummy.
Friday, September 30, 2005
Friday, September 16, 2005
This made me teary-eyed
Read a really heart-tugging article from ivillage.com. Here it is..sob sob sob..
A Homage to Mothers
A Homage to Mothers
"This is for all the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up spit-up laced with hot dogs, birthday cake, and fruit juice saying, "It's OK honey, Mommy's here."
Who have walked around the house all night with their babies when they kept crying and wouldn't stop.
This is for all the mothers who have shown up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who have run carpools and made dozens of cookies for school teas and sewn Halloween costumes.
And all the mothers who haven't because they are at work trying to earn enough to keep on top of the bills.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see.
And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes and all their love.
This is for all the mothers who have sat on cold metal bleachers at hockey, baseball or soccer games instead of watching from their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and meant it
This is for all the mothers who have yelled at their kids in the grocery store and swatted them in despair when they stomped their feet, like a tired two-year-old does who wants ice cream before dinner, and then hated themselves for "losing" it.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children to explain all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't.
For all the mothers who read Goodnight, Moon twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who taught their sons to cook and sew and their daughters to be brave and strong. (And sink a jump shot.)
This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home or grown up.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just fine once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away. And they do.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, and who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips, sometimes until they bleed, when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.
What makes a good Mother anyway?Is it patience?Compassion?Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it the heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
Or the terror in your heart at 1 a.m. when your teenager with the new driver's license is an hour late getting home?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 a.m. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
Or to feel the dull ache as you look in on your sleeping daughter or son the night before they leave for a college in another city?
The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
For all the mothers of the victims of all the school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for mothers who have tearfully placed flowers and teddy bears on their children's graves. Whose children have died from illness, accidents and the worst of all and hardest to comprehend, suicides.
This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation.
And mature mothers who have learned and are still learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Grandmothers whose wisdom and love remains a constant for their grown children and their children's children.
Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know. (I just did.)"
Who have walked around the house all night with their babies when they kept crying and wouldn't stop.
This is for all the mothers who have shown up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
For all the mothers who have run carpools and made dozens of cookies for school teas and sewn Halloween costumes.
And all the mothers who haven't because they are at work trying to earn enough to keep on top of the bills.
This is for the mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see.
And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes and all their love.
This is for all the mothers who have sat on cold metal bleachers at hockey, baseball or soccer games instead of watching from their cars, so that when their kids asked, "Did you see me?" they could say, "Of course, I wouldn't have missed it for the world," and meant it
This is for all the mothers who have yelled at their kids in the grocery store and swatted them in despair when they stomped their feet, like a tired two-year-old does who wants ice cream before dinner, and then hated themselves for "losing" it.
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children to explain all about making babies. And for all the mothers who wanted to but just couldn't.
For all the mothers who read Goodnight, Moon twice a night for a year. And then read it again. "Just one more time."
This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.
This is for all the mothers who taught their sons to cook and sew and their daughters to be brave and strong. (And sink a jump shot.)
This is for all mothers whose heads turn automatically when a little voice calls "Mom?" in a crowd, even though they know their own offspring are at home or grown up.
This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches, assuring them they'd be just fine once they got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away. And they do.
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, and who can't find the words to reach them.
For all the mothers who bite their lips, sometimes until they bleed, when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.
What makes a good Mother anyway?Is it patience?Compassion?Broad hips?
The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?
Or is it the heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time?
Or the terror in your heart at 1 a.m. when your teenager with the new driver's license is an hour late getting home?
The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 a.m. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?
Or to feel the dull ache as you look in on your sleeping daughter or son the night before they leave for a college in another city?
The need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?
For all the mothers of the victims of all the school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting. For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.
This is for mothers who have tearfully placed flowers and teddy bears on their children's graves. Whose children have died from illness, accidents and the worst of all and hardest to comprehend, suicides.
This is for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes and sleep deprivation.
And mature mothers who have learned and are still learning to let go.
For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.
Single mothers and married mothers.
Grandmothers whose wisdom and love remains a constant for their grown children and their children's children.
Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know. (I just did.)"
Thursday, September 15, 2005
Riley milestone
Riley rolled over for the first time last September 13 and he's now 5.95 kilograms.
Thelms told me to check her email today. She saved a survey email from me dated March 26, 2003. And Lo and Behold I found this entry:
NAME OF FUTURE CHILD? --> boy- Riley girl - Lexie Maeve
I forgot how 2 years ago I already thought of Riley as my boy's name. Weird. Must be the anaesthesia. Or it must be fate.
Thelms told me to check her email today. She saved a survey email from me dated March 26, 2003. And Lo and Behold I found this entry:
NAME OF FUTURE CHILD? --> boy- Riley girl - Lexie Maeve
I forgot how 2 years ago I already thought of Riley as my boy's name. Weird. Must be the anaesthesia. Or it must be fate.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
aneurysm and other diseases
Albert Einstein died of aneurysm. it has special significance to me because my Mama died of that too. I've never heard of this disease up until Mama was in the hospital already, right after passing out and going into coma. A deadly combination of hypertension, diabetes and a lethal too much of something diet will make you a likely candidate for aneurysm.
Riley has colds for days now. Poor thing. Last night, he slept the entire time without having his mimilk. He got stressed out over his vaccination. First bouts of physical pain. Ouch.
Riley has colds for days now. Poor thing. Last night, he slept the entire time without having his mimilk. He got stressed out over his vaccination. First bouts of physical pain. Ouch.
Friday, September 09, 2005
favorite quotes for today
"The juice would definitely be worth the squeeze."
"Improving your mornings can do wonders for your afternoons."
I was browsing some sites and got inspired with these quotes. Cute.
It's Riley's immunization day again. He is so cool in the mornings. He smiles right after waking up. Definitely not from me. That's why my mornings are better now because of his attitude. So he influenced me big time on that one. Hehe.
"Improving your mornings can do wonders for your afternoons."
I was browsing some sites and got inspired with these quotes. Cute.
It's Riley's immunization day again. He is so cool in the mornings. He smiles right after waking up. Definitely not from me. That's why my mornings are better now because of his attitude. So he influenced me big time on that one. Hehe.
Monday, August 29, 2005
something from e-mode
lynette, your signature color is Aqua Paradise
You're one-of-a-kind, that's for sure. A unique individual like you will make her mark with a bold, eye-catching color that's not afraid to be noticed. That's why we're pairing you up with Aqua Paradise. Your friends may sometimes question your choices in everything from what you wear to who you date, but they are likely to admire your willingness to experience all that life has to offer. In fact, it wouldn't surprise us if your experimental nature has helped you become ultra-secure in yourself — and that's a great way to be. You've also probably got a creative way of looking at the world that gives you a unique approach to solving problems, at home and at work. And your offbeat opinions and adventurous spirit likely make you a compelling character to pal around with. So keep it up, Aqua, and never give up on whatever paradise you seek!
You're one-of-a-kind, that's for sure. A unique individual like you will make her mark with a bold, eye-catching color that's not afraid to be noticed. That's why we're pairing you up with Aqua Paradise. Your friends may sometimes question your choices in everything from what you wear to who you date, but they are likely to admire your willingness to experience all that life has to offer. In fact, it wouldn't surprise us if your experimental nature has helped you become ultra-secure in yourself — and that's a great way to be. You've also probably got a creative way of looking at the world that gives you a unique approach to solving problems, at home and at work. And your offbeat opinions and adventurous spirit likely make you a compelling character to pal around with. So keep it up, Aqua, and never give up on whatever paradise you seek!
Saturday, August 27, 2005
circa 90's
Just had a phone conversation with my bestfriend Mommy Thelms. We we reminiscing our era of the 1990's, the songs, the shows. Memories of highschool, endless daydreaming, watching tv, reading romance novels and journal writing. Friday nights laughing with Doogie and bestfriend Vinnie and learning about life as he writes on his online journal (PC na wow). And getting kilig over the whole cast of BevHills 90210. Brandon Walsh..wahh..
Dream Rooms
There's this really great site called www.potterybarnkids.com sobrang cool ng mga stuff for kids. And these are my favorites..Love all the colors.
Friday, August 26, 2005
Happy Bday G~!
It's G-Anne's 20th birthday last August 24. I'd like to thank her
for taking care of Rye and me during those early months. A true
Tita Ninang.
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Old Manila and its charms
I have a new hobby, well, it sort of been happening for awhile now but didn't realized it till today. I'm collecting articles, photos and trivia of Old Manila. I get it from Philippine Star's City Sense columnist Paulo Alcazaren, Carlos Celdran and Lakbay Pilipinas yahoo groups. I just want to keep it. I dunno why. Maybe something to share with Riley when he's older. Or for me when I'm old and wanted to reminisce about Manila: Ermita, Malate, Intramuros, Binondo, Pasay, Taft..all these places where I've stayed for years and years. My footprints littered its streets.
Recently, I've been to U.N. The old Burger King across Mcdo is now Shakey's. Wala lang, it's sad when new structures replaced the ones I have memories with. Sniff. Sniff.
Monday, August 22, 2005
motherhood
sabi ni Ben I should post some Mommy stuff, so here goes..hehe.
Being Mommy means:
-forgetting uninterrupted sleep
-buying milk and diapers instead of all my "luho"
-going home straight after work (no more "hmm, where do I go tonight?")
-waking up in the morning and being grateful for this little person beside me
-doing the baby babble - Oh Riley, Abatootoot Bananaks, coochi coochi coo
-managing my time well (now that IS tough)
-staring at my kiddo while he's fast asleep
-making dutdut kalikot his ears, nose, feet, hair (yucky cradle cap) for some thorough cleaning
-having a picture of my baby on my fon, in my MSN messenger, on my PC
-Burping is a breakthrough
-seeing a smile from my son makes me sane especially when I want to declare war with the world (wahh)
-i make effort to be kinder, gentler coz I don't want Riley to visit me in jail!
-I now understand my parents, especially why my Mom was strict with me
-being dazed with joy everyday knowing I have a son
Being Mommy means:
-forgetting uninterrupted sleep
-buying milk and diapers instead of all my "luho"
-going home straight after work (no more "hmm, where do I go tonight?")
-waking up in the morning and being grateful for this little person beside me
-doing the baby babble - Oh Riley, Abatootoot Bananaks, coochi coochi coo
-managing my time well (now that IS tough)
-staring at my kiddo while he's fast asleep
-making dutdut kalikot his ears, nose, feet, hair (yucky cradle cap) for some thorough cleaning
-having a picture of my baby on my fon, in my MSN messenger, on my PC
-Burping is a breakthrough
-seeing a smile from my son makes me sane especially when I want to declare war with the world (wahh)
-i make effort to be kinder, gentler coz I don't want Riley to visit me in jail!
-I now understand my parents, especially why my Mom was strict with me
-being dazed with joy everyday knowing I have a son
Friday, August 12, 2005
Can't get enuf
Riley - Irish term for "strong"
Matthew - "gift from God"
I think he's living up to his name! This kid wants to grow up and fast. I hope he's tall. I can't wait to know what his talents are. I want to hear his voice. I'm excited to hear his laugh.
Thursday, August 11, 2005
Oh Riley
Hey Arj, even I can’t believe I’m a Mom already. I had an emergency CS operation coz my pelvic bones are small, Rye’s heartbeat was going down and his umbilical cord was tied around his neck. It’s great that my OB and her husband anaesthesiologist helped me throughout the delivery. And I have pictures of Rye in the E.R. immediately after he came out. May 19, 4:31 pm. 5’5 lbs 4.2 cm. Those were his stats. His birthday coincides with the Star Wars world premiere. Hehe. Comedy nga birth story nya eh na may halong drama. I'll post his pix soon.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Belair History
Last year, I bid goodbye to a place I called home for 26 years. It's a national treasure, a rare work of art right in the heart of Manila. It's called Belair Apartments. Formerly known as Boulevard Alhambra Apartments and designed by National Artist Pablo Antonio. I knew of this trivia from Carlos Celdran and his blog - celdratours.blogspot.com. It was able to withstand WWII and earthquakes. I saw how this place evolved --from a domestic haven to a busy commercial hub. Gone were the days when I knew the faces of each tenant and the floor they occupy. I spent my childhood aware of every major rally and national event by glancing from the windows and balconies of Belair, overlooking Luneta Grandstand and Manila Bay. It was the best.
Even before all these condo units came around, there was Belair. And it still stands, mighty and proud.
Even before all these condo units came around, there was Belair. And it still stands, mighty and proud.
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
a mom at last
i'm back at work completely changed. Well, for starters I'm a Momma to a beautiful curly-haired baby boy named Riley Matthew. It's been 2 months of roller-coaster emotions. All intense full-speed ahead ones..He's amazing. He now smiles at me and makes his first sounds. And he's so chubby! Best of all, he looks at me with adoring big brown eyes, pouts and puckers his full lips and pushes me with his strong hands. The best smell in the world for me now is his feet, baby smelly feet. This 4 kilo miracle is now the center of my existence second to God. He sleeps better now. He eats more and doesn't fuss around that much anymore. He doesn't cry, he whines and whimpers..too cute for words.
I'm still amazed everyday that I have this kid to have and to hold, unlimited hugs and kisses, that's why babies are called "bundles of joy". It's so true. I've never been lucky with men but this time around, i think i've got the MAN.
I'm still amazed everyday that I have this kid to have and to hold, unlimited hugs and kisses, that's why babies are called "bundles of joy". It's so true. I've never been lucky with men but this time around, i think i've got the MAN.
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Brownie points
I thought I was stacking up on my brownie points, you know that infamous scene in "Notting Hill" where the most pathetic story gets the last browny. But then each day, I feel just so protected and blessed. So now I don't feel so gloomy. In fact, I realized how many real friends I have out there. And they always pick the right time to call or to text. And God always sends the appropriate friend to be there for me. And I think I might do the baby shower thing even on a budget. It feels good just to be surrounded with people who truly care for you, well, the two of us.
Collide Song
I was listening to 88.3 and this beautiful song just swept me away one morning. I loved the words, "even the best fall down sometimes" wala lang. it's a cool song, you should hear it.
Howie Day - Collide Lyrics
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
I'm quiet you know
You make a frist impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to ryhme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
Howie Day - Collide Lyrics
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
I'm quiet you know
You make a frist impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to ryhme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
Saturday, April 02, 2005
nuts about Ewan
last night i caught an interview with Ewan McGregor by Jules Asner. It was the first time I've listened to him in a long interview and he's just great. Very smart, it was a very interesting talk. He values his family and he has a passion for motorbikes. He's so galing in his films. And he's not afraid to star in small-budgeted films because he says success is not gauged only on box-office success. Loved him!
I also started a scrapbook for Riley (boy or girl, that's the name). Thanks to Papemelroti's new line of products. That's my project for now. Ultrasound pix, doctors' notes and stuff. Gotta have my picture taken too. Geez, my pix are still with JJ's digital cam in the States. Gotta stack up on the memories. Don't know if I'll ever be in the "interesting stage" again. Wahaha. Never say never, Polyester.
I'm testing my budgeting skills (if that's even the term) since I have to handle all the bills and the confusing cheque account for the house payment. Ohh, this week was truly stressful. Thank God for friends who know Banking and math.
I'm sad that my Lolo died. I wasn't able to see him last year. But I know he understood. And that the Pope is dying. The man just swept me away when he went here 10 years ago. But I hope the Church goes for major changes once the newly-elected Pope starts his term. Good changes, in tune with the modern times.
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