incidentally this is for no one's eyes...well if you haven't come across this blog yet...it was not meant for your eyes to read...bec for the first time i will rant here...
puede kaya minsan naman pakinggan ang sinasabi ko?
puede kaya minsan naman wag ng kumontra?
puede kaya minsan naman umo"oo" na lang kagad...di naman ako mabisyo o maluho?
simple lang naman mga kaligayahan ko...pumunta sa mall...tumingin ng gamit sa bookstore...mag check ng prices sa grocery...manuod ng sine....pumasyal sa bahay ng lola ko...
di ba? mahirap ba yon?
sandali na lang ako dito...di nyo pa ko pagbigyan...tapos solo nyo na si Bruce...atsaka ang kotse...
di nyo na ko maririnig manggising
di nyo na ko maririnig mag nag
di nyo na ko maririnig mangulit...
baket? sino ba nagpakahirap sa task na ito? i was told to work on this NZ thing as back up tapos wala naman kayong ginawa eh? wala pa nga kayong ginagasta dyan eh....inutang ko sa kamag anak ko...tapos mag cocomment kayo na ang mahal naman nyan????
AKO LANG BA ANG MAY GUSTO NITO????
Friday, August 5, 2011
Thursday, August 4, 2011
Six minus two for december 25
My son is a quiet one...says very few words... But in his journal that is part of a school requirement, which incidentally is actually edited by moi... He wrote that his dream was to be a chef!
And so even with his a.d.d. He DID manage to pass high school then attend st. Benilde for 4 trimes...then shifted to culinary arts in Iscahm!
After his first job in an italian fast food joint, it really took quite some time before he finally got a call! Voila...sa cruise liner na nga! I was in tears...he was in tears too!
When he was 12 years old, he dreamt of being a chef in a cruise liner...seeing only the dream to cook good food, travel the world and dream as well to send her mama a trip to europe! Naks ha...but now he is 22, he is happy yet "masakit daw sa puso" bec now my young boy is so in love, my young boy is now a man who will leave home for the first time.
Truly the Lord answered our prayers...to give my eldest son a job that The Lord wants for him, a job where he will mature, job where he will truly serve. Not only homo sapiens with distinct gastonomic desires but more to serve the Almighty creator who has endowed my son with so much talents!
Yes the Lord answers my prayers Will this christmas be happy or sad?
And so even with his a.d.d. He DID manage to pass high school then attend st. Benilde for 4 trimes...then shifted to culinary arts in Iscahm!
After his first job in an italian fast food joint, it really took quite some time before he finally got a call! Voila...sa cruise liner na nga! I was in tears...he was in tears too!
When he was 12 years old, he dreamt of being a chef in a cruise liner...seeing only the dream to cook good food, travel the world and dream as well to send her mama a trip to europe! Naks ha...but now he is 22, he is happy yet "masakit daw sa puso" bec now my young boy is so in love, my young boy is now a man who will leave home for the first time.
Truly the Lord answered our prayers...to give my eldest son a job that The Lord wants for him, a job where he will mature, job where he will truly serve. Not only homo sapiens with distinct gastonomic desires but more to serve the Almighty creator who has endowed my son with so much talents!
Yes the Lord answers my prayers Will this christmas be happy or sad?
Friday, February 11, 2011
dealing with a teenage daughter...and one more to go!
i can't believe that it was really hard to deal with the teenage child...there were those horrific stories told and i somewhat could not relate even if i've had 2 teenagers in the past....maybe because i was a working Mom then, or i was just so unaware of how they struggled with their hormonal changes and all that stuff.
it's not like she's on drugs or that kind of horrifying habit...it's just irritating to hear loud music...boisterous laughters...and a special attachment to all these applications or social networking things...facebook , twitter, plurk...and at least 2 more that i can't remember their names.
just makes me think that if one can spend so much time in updating their stats in ALL those networks...that could have been enough time to pass all the academic subjects in school...
so you see...i'm grumbling because all that networking seems to be taking a toll on the academic performance of my beautiful and talented daughter. while i know that friends precede parents at this stage, it hurts when you're the one unheeded.
now, i can feel what my Mommy felt when i was a teenager and had wanted to stay longer in school rather than at home...not go home even when class has been suspended for as long as there are still friends in the campus... manipulate mommy to permit me for sleepovers with friends from school....etcetera etcetera etcetera
it's my turn .... but i have one more teenager coming up in a couple of years...so will i feel the same or shall i be numb by then? i hope not for the latter....
i think i would rather feel bad and frustrated and angry rather than not caring at all...
i think i would rather see my youngest to be as adventurous as his siblings rather than seeing him lonely at home...
i think i would have preferred to have experienced the same thing with my elder children than having missed that part of their life because i was too busy with office work...and nurturing adults in the workplace...
no...i don't think! I know i wouldn't have wanted it any other way...all my children are beautiful! I've been blessed to have all 4 of them..healthy, talented and going through life's different stages!
i'm thankful that i am experiencing this and i will have another chance to experience it again for that means my life shall continue to be colorful and blessed!
it's not like she's on drugs or that kind of horrifying habit...it's just irritating to hear loud music...boisterous laughters...and a special attachment to all these applications or social networking things...facebook , twitter, plurk...and at least 2 more that i can't remember their names.
just makes me think that if one can spend so much time in updating their stats in ALL those networks...that could have been enough time to pass all the academic subjects in school...
so you see...i'm grumbling because all that networking seems to be taking a toll on the academic performance of my beautiful and talented daughter. while i know that friends precede parents at this stage, it hurts when you're the one unheeded.
now, i can feel what my Mommy felt when i was a teenager and had wanted to stay longer in school rather than at home...not go home even when class has been suspended for as long as there are still friends in the campus... manipulate mommy to permit me for sleepovers with friends from school....etcetera etcetera etcetera
it's my turn .... but i have one more teenager coming up in a couple of years...so will i feel the same or shall i be numb by then? i hope not for the latter....
i think i would rather feel bad and frustrated and angry rather than not caring at all...
i think i would rather see my youngest to be as adventurous as his siblings rather than seeing him lonely at home...
i think i would have preferred to have experienced the same thing with my elder children than having missed that part of their life because i was too busy with office work...and nurturing adults in the workplace...
no...i don't think! I know i wouldn't have wanted it any other way...all my children are beautiful! I've been blessed to have all 4 of them..healthy, talented and going through life's different stages!
i'm thankful that i am experiencing this and i will have another chance to experience it again for that means my life shall continue to be colorful and blessed!
Friday, February 4, 2011
Moi...a stage mother?
2 days ago, my son and I finally succeeded in going to Intramuros and the Port Area...a place not so familiar to both of us hence the twosome. Unfortunately, we went there not for a cultural trip nor to go to the Pier and take a cruise somewhere...but we did cruise along as my son tried to look for a job....
Hilarious, isn't it? that a mother is going with his eldest son looking for a job? well...that's why my friend Sandra, where we had our first stop at the "Palacio del Gobernador", said i'm such a stage mother. True maybe...but i would rather think of it like i'm just a life director or life coach, as others would put it for my son who i surmise would one day be a father and head of the family.... will need that direction and guidance (?) to look for work...look for that golden opportunity to have that necessary "work experience" as a chef or cook...
Yes i said right...cruised along for we had a long list of manning agencies for cruise liner but not the ones that Sandra told us right across her office. Gino and I thought that it would just be a resume dropping thing but 2/3 that we went to , he was immediately interviewed. oh yes that long list that should run from Intramuros to the port area to Malate...we only managed to do up to the port area.
a life coach...that's what mothers do....make sure that their children goes in the direction that will make them productive citizens of our beloved country or of the world. Someday...the son will fend for his family...just like what my husband does...do the grind daily to feed 7 mouths, to send the children to a good school, to give them the opportunities to hone their talents, to treat them to good restaurants to have a wonderful meal, to let them see value-laden movies, to let them experience the gift of nature etcetera etcetera etcetera.... EVEN if that meant having no pocket money in the parent's wallets, cutting the toothpaste tube to make that expensive toothpaste last for another 4 days, washing the clothes daily to save on laundry cost, pulling the electrical plugs to save Php2000/ month in electricity, foregoing trips to the parlor for a relaxing nail job, buying less expensive shirts, indulging in the UK warehouses (ukay-ukay) etcetera etcetera etcetera....
the nagging....the stage mother label...i don't mind at all...for as long as the kids will be " the man of the family"and " women of substance" in the future...then foregoing that corporate career would have paid off in the future....
i guess that is exactly why i left corporate world...when our Managing Director asked me why I was retiring so early...and asked "what will you do?"
I had one simple answer...be a mother, Sir!
Hilarious, isn't it? that a mother is going with his eldest son looking for a job? well...that's why my friend Sandra, where we had our first stop at the "Palacio del Gobernador", said i'm such a stage mother. True maybe...but i would rather think of it like i'm just a life director or life coach, as others would put it for my son who i surmise would one day be a father and head of the family.... will need that direction and guidance (?) to look for work...look for that golden opportunity to have that necessary "work experience" as a chef or cook...
Yes i said right...cruised along for we had a long list of manning agencies for cruise liner but not the ones that Sandra told us right across her office. Gino and I thought that it would just be a resume dropping thing but 2/3 that we went to , he was immediately interviewed. oh yes that long list that should run from Intramuros to the port area to Malate...we only managed to do up to the port area.
a life coach...that's what mothers do....make sure that their children goes in the direction that will make them productive citizens of our beloved country or of the world. Someday...the son will fend for his family...just like what my husband does...do the grind daily to feed 7 mouths, to send the children to a good school, to give them the opportunities to hone their talents, to treat them to good restaurants to have a wonderful meal, to let them see value-laden movies, to let them experience the gift of nature etcetera etcetera etcetera.... EVEN if that meant having no pocket money in the parent's wallets, cutting the toothpaste tube to make that expensive toothpaste last for another 4 days, washing the clothes daily to save on laundry cost, pulling the electrical plugs to save Php2000/ month in electricity, foregoing trips to the parlor for a relaxing nail job, buying less expensive shirts, indulging in the UK warehouses (ukay-ukay) etcetera etcetera etcetera....
the nagging....the stage mother label...i don't mind at all...for as long as the kids will be " the man of the family"and " women of substance" in the future...then foregoing that corporate career would have paid off in the future....
i guess that is exactly why i left corporate world...when our Managing Director asked me why I was retiring so early...and asked "what will you do?"
I had one simple answer...be a mother, Sir!
Monday, January 31, 2011
THE Alarm Clock
yes...that's what a mom is...an alarm clock!
this morning, i slept at 2 am bec i was itchy the whole night for rushing out of the house after bathing without applying my lubricant ...well at this age...you need one...so i was itchy the whole night and it made me so awake and had to try to get sleepy by playing...
anyway... slept at around 2 and the unbelievable happened 3 hours later!
i usually wake up 430 or 5 am to prepare my hubby's coffee (4 cups there...2 to go and 2 for drinking in the house)...
but not this morning... when i opened my eyes....BLAM! it was almost 630 am...
so everybody was still asleep...waiting for my nagging wake up! rise and shine! good morning... last chance na...! wake up....! and so maegan had to ride with Gita a classmate, Garrett missed his carpool...and my husband didn't have the time to drink his 2 cup coffee for the house...but did manage to stash away his "to go"!
yes...everyday...even with their own alarm clocks (the phone, a clock, or a phonecall from a special friend) the real reliable alarm clock is the only one who can go around the rooms, tickle their feet, turn off their fans, turn on their lights and yell! but sometimes...alarm clocks need breaks too!
this morning, i slept at 2 am bec i was itchy the whole night for rushing out of the house after bathing without applying my lubricant ...well at this age...you need one...so i was itchy the whole night and it made me so awake and had to try to get sleepy by playing...
anyway... slept at around 2 and the unbelievable happened 3 hours later!
i usually wake up 430 or 5 am to prepare my hubby's coffee (4 cups there...2 to go and 2 for drinking in the house)...
but not this morning... when i opened my eyes....BLAM! it was almost 630 am...
so everybody was still asleep...waiting for my nagging wake up! rise and shine! good morning... last chance na...! wake up....! and so maegan had to ride with Gita a classmate, Garrett missed his carpool...and my husband didn't have the time to drink his 2 cup coffee for the house...but did manage to stash away his "to go"!
yes...everyday...even with their own alarm clocks (the phone, a clock, or a phonecall from a special friend) the real reliable alarm clock is the only one who can go around the rooms, tickle their feet, turn off their fans, turn on their lights and yell! but sometimes...alarm clocks need breaks too!
Saturday, January 29, 2011
What's this all about
I've been wanting to do this...blog...blog...blog...
write a journal on anything under the sun that happens in my everyday life as a housewife,
and i always thought that i was so computer literate but realized didn't know how to start the blogging...
and the urge became stronger after attending Bo's TRC seminars...
boring it may seem...for a housewife will just always have the same things happening in her life...
but what really happens in her heart and mind?
delight, satisfaction, happiness?
frustration, exasperation?
so let's see how this will go....
write a journal on anything under the sun that happens in my everyday life as a housewife,
and i always thought that i was so computer literate but realized didn't know how to start the blogging...
and the urge became stronger after attending Bo's TRC seminars...
boring it may seem...for a housewife will just always have the same things happening in her life...
but what really happens in her heart and mind?
delight, satisfaction, happiness?
frustration, exasperation?
so let's see how this will go....
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