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Ideally, I would never let any other caregiver take in charge of my son’s welfare and needs. But being with a demanding day job to sustain our family’s needs, my husband and I had to be away for work for most of the better part of the day. Thus, my son stays home with a nanny. On lucky days, my mother visits our place to help out look after my little Sam who now, at sixteen months, thinks that the sofa is excitingly equivalent to a diving board. Well, the yaya left us after she finished school.  Like all else, working couples who are left (by their yayas) high and dry in crunch times can only swear under their breath. So swear we did. Without a nanny, Alex and I had to restructure our routine in the house – from tip to toe. Sam had to be dropped by at my parents’ house or at Alex’s sister’s place; if only either or both of these places can accommodate a hyper active toddler without dismantling their personal errands and hectic schedules. We are in a sense, homeless;...

I have been a pain in the ass today. I have insisted and asserted what I wanted and it made other people uncomfortable. LOL. I am usually a team player. I work and function fully in a team that values my creativity and initiative. But today, I think I have overdone it. I think I have pushed my ideas a little firmer than expected. I think I was in for a power play. El-oh-el. My new boss is a fledgling in her seat (it used to be mine). I am tattler and I think I made her brows meet in the middle of her forehead. I like her; honestly. I think she is without doubt very competent in her position and I support her in many aspects especially when her footsteps are shaky. And I assure her that she has my butt at her whim. But, I know I have been a bad cheetah.  Well, I like being a bad cheetah today. It doesn’t happen all the time (that’s according to me!). But then, at the end of the day, I still deliver the tasks assigned to me. That is the beauty there. You may hate me for my gut bu...

There is no point dissecting and analyzing and grieving over the Php 1,000.00 that was lost. What’s worth one grand today? A Victoria Secret panty?! I got over my loss instantaneously the moment I realized that a crisp one thousand peso bill was missing in my wallet. I texted a few friends from school that I lost one thousand and that was it. I didn’t maul over it like someone like Dolphy has just died. But you have no idea how vitriolic my curses were for the person who stole the money. “STOLE” the money: I am confident that it was stolen after a horrible series of missing one-thousand-peso bill haunted the hallways of my dear school lately. It must have been stolen. I lost the money in school. SCHOOL! Faculty Room to be specific. I don’t have a pile of money such that I will not be able to notice what’s gone; or how much is gone. Do not ask me if I have just misplaced the money. I am a teacher, for Christ sake. I don’t have a plethora of bills in my wallet. I only have ...

photo courtesy of infochat.com.ph I remember when I was little, I would daydream to my heart’s content; unmindfully slathered in the horrific glare of the sun. My mind would often wander in the ocean of imaginations difficult to transcribe in the limits of my childhood vocabulary. One of my favorite pretend-plays was to simply tell the TV to turn on and the poor thing would scurry to electrify itself to life for the pleasure of me. Who would have thought that I would live long enough to be able to see that sheer pigment of imagination come to life! The SAMSUNG SMART TV – the future of television! – was launched at Grand Caprice, Limketkai Center last June 1, 2012. The Samsung Smart TV has voice and face recognition features that let you interact with your television. The SAMSUNG SMART TV has web-connected Samsung apps that allow you to search movies and TV shows, surf the internet, connect with friends, map the places you were planning to visit---there’s a gr...

May 5, 2012 would have been just an ordinary day for anyone in Cagayan if not for these  lawmakers reaching out their hands to those who survived typhoon Sendong.  Rep. Fatima Aliah Q. Dimaporo,  Rep.  Mariano Micheal M. Velarde,  Rep.   Karlo Alexei B. Nograles,  Rep.   Mark Aeron H. Sambar,  Rep.  Joseph Victor G. Ejercito,  Rep.  Dakila Carlo E. Cua,  Rep.  Jun Omar C. Ebdane and  Rep.  Gabriel Luis R. Quisumbing, out of their own pockets, shelled out a hundred and ten grands each to donate houses through Gawad Kalinga, headed by Dr. Alfonso C. Del Fierro, Jr. The young congressmen made this effort in an attempt to lead the others who are in position to also give their share of help and follow suit. JV Ejercito, son of President Estrada, quoted the ideals of the Xavier University, a Jesuit run school in Cagayan de Oro, that he is doing this, along with the other younger congressme...

Kita sa Una… by Ladylou: hot mama cool blogger (esey!) Eighteen years is too long a time to encapsulate in one blink; but it seemed like it was just yesterday when we last saw each other. When I saw my high school batch mates today, everything seemed to be just like one puff of short breath ago. I’ve always thought of it being totally mushy saying this, but my heart skipped a tad seeing those familiar faces and being assured of warm acceptance among this group of people who has been with me since pre-rebond times and during acne infested phases of my silly little life. We were Batch 94. Since it was a public school, no pressure on latest brands of clothes then, no pressure to be seen hitting places like McDonalds or Shakey’s. I had shirts from Calvin Klein and Benetton, watch from Esprit and Dolce and Gabbana jeans and since they were just gifts from relatives, even myself didn’t bloody know their names. Who cares, keverrr . We all loved the labakara from Penshoppe. And if...

When I got pregnant, my blood sugar went heaps and heaps crazy than the usual. I won't give you the stats but it was JUST crazy. So crazy that my MDs put me on insulin to ensure my safety and my baby's. The thought of poking needles into my own flesh throughout my pregnancy made being scared stiff crazy in a horror house a speck of a sand in an ocean of diamonds. And it was not even about the needles and stuff, the whole thing was about how to keep your retarded hormones at bay when pregnancy in itself is diabetical. To keep them all normal, insulin was just one, stress management is another, and the biggest chunk of the challenge is FOOD. Since I work for the Jesuits, my job often times bring me to DV Soria. With a very delicate pregnancy to note for the whole nine months, every bit of food that got into my mouth was calculated and well-thought-out. How did I survive DV Soria? The first intelligent move was to delete the following from the list:         1. Jol...

My 11-month old baby has been exclusively breastfed until a few weeks ago. Shame I got so busy and stressed out I could not cram in expressing milk into my toxic schedule. My milk supply has gotten so low ( no worries, I will re-lactate this summer and be back to exclusive breastfeeding). While I do this blog, he is sleeping soundly next to me. At times, he would whimper his cutest little cry and I would jump into his side and shower him with kisses to make him go back to sleep. And just a moment ago, when he cried, I offered him a bottle of expressed breast milk, to my surprise, he shoved it away from his face and fumbled for my breast. I tried to give him the bottle again and again and, well, well, no avail. I got the message. NO BOTTLES PLEASE, mom!

For the whole Holy Week, I am here at my parents' house with my baby. Some people would go to places to chill and relax. They would do panaad , or whatever it is that de-stresses them; to be able to reflect and deflect from the daily stresses in life. Me, I simply hit my parents' house. I do this on long weekends; or just as often as  I can. It is always a vacation mode here. My parents's house is big, its windy, and gosh, there is a flood-ful of food: fruits, vegetables; fresh fish; biscuits, etc. My mother has this bad habit of cooking for 20 people; though our headcount stops at 4. My sister who is based in Singapore and has just gotten married, is also here with her infant. She is here on a whole month pit stop before settling with her hubby in the UK for good. So the house smells of baby wash, fresh diapers, and is noised by the beautiful suckling sound of breastfed babies. It feels wonderful looking at my parents "taking care" of the babies. My father wo...

Hi. I am starting to get the hang of this. Gotta start loving it! WEEEE!!! Wait for me, world!