The year that was...

This year brought back so many things in my life, in my family, my kids.And as much as I just to remember all the good things, I dont wanna set aside the painful parts which made me an in stronger.

For the very first time, my whole family had a visit to the province during the Holy Week. They were able to witness the regular Marinduqueno traditions when lenten season comes.I came to experience it once again which brought me more closer to home, though I was more pensive. There was also the annual family reunion held at our compound, seing little kids to continue the bloodlines even if mostly were girls. The kids enjoyed the beach a lot, we went island hopping and so much picture taking.What made it unforgettable was, Xy had her second seizure so we need to hurry back home. We were scheduled for an EEG, but i blame myself to some point because I didn't bring it back to her neuro, since what it says on the reading was "normal". Until,in November 11, she had her 3rd attack, which ended up a 2-year anti-epileptic medication and have her undergo an MRI. I'm thankful that this is curable. She has excellent grades and she is behaving very well at home.

Xeon finally went to school as Junior Kinder. She has so much fun ...and her English-speaking ability is a plus.

Christmas @ Home -2011

--My New Buddy

Come and go-ofw.

It's hard to explain sometimes when family and personal happiness are thrown at you juxtapose, a feeling brought about by people finding a better opportunities abroad. I could imagine the loneliness. My father in law just left today for KSA, his home for more that 20 years already. The month long presence of knowing there's a "man-on-the-house" gave me a temporary peace of mind. My husband is not a fan of menial domestic jobs. carpentry, wirings and stuffs. Im ok with it, doesnt make him less though. We're not all born jack-of all trades.Now that he's back there again for another two years, got me a tinge of sadness. When he's here, I feel like someone can make tough and better decisions at home, than we can. A man who can look at the safety of the house, his grandkids mostly since, my husband is an only child. His mom would have a husband, in presence not in thoughts of which has been their lifestyle since they decided to stop their business here and work abroad. Can I handle that? I dont think so,especially with kids around. My idea of family is a little different., but of course,we got various preference.

When I was ten, I could imagine how it is during Christmas eves when my father was working abroad.I would cry in the middle of the night, because I miss him, and I'm not vocal about it. I would either enclose a letter when mom snail mails saying how much I have missed him, or write myself a journal. I know that my dad and my father-in-law shares the same reason as to why they have to be away to work, instead of staying. Some lucks are better off out there. Probably, his mom has gotten used to it. The grandkids doesnt mind his leaving though. I'm not sure if they ever feel the sadness, but for me, being away and the loneliness is unbearable. The motives are perennially constant and selfless. I admire the courage his dad bears when he has to choose something else. Now,we're back in the same household he's left. After sixteen hours, he's back in his quarters in a different country that has served his home instead of us.

In the coming days, I wish for something else besides a house without him.

-Got the tradition

starbucks 2012 planner..yey!

---when people go...

--We are all not ready

I have been working in one company for running 8 years now. One could say I found contentment and happiness in the career that I have chosen, but I think that my utmost loyalty is main reason why.My humble beginning and success towards promotions are all by-product of

--Fathers Day!

--Fathers Day!

---@35th.

I usually get this depressive mode when my birthday is coming. It could be because I am a year older each time and the race to old age is quite getting faster. Today, I have zero plans. For some reason, I want the day to pass like the usual ones.

At 8pm, June 17th my hubby gave me a gift. I opened it past after midnight,the entire night I was dozing. It was a silver necklace, with a cute swan pendant.Morning came and decided to watch a movie, Green Lantern. Good thing is that I have this movie pass, so it's helping the budget. His mom will cook the regular food on Filipino birthdays, pansit or rice noodles to celebrate longer life. It was raining, too bad. Dropped by at the nearest church, lit a candle and whispered a little prayer or two.

It was our first time to watch a movie on 3D, and I will not try it again. I got migraine after which I think was the after effect of the 3D glass I wore, and he said his head sorta ached too. We brought home some ice cream and pizza for the kids. What made the day different was the poster Xy made for me, with my face drawn on it, with watercolors. She pasted it on the wall, in our room, with Xeon and her greeting card made out of her grade school paper.

On the eternally reliable Facebook, I have got tone of greetings written on my wall. They were from friends, relatives and coworkers whom I have dealt with one way or another. My mom greeted me, I'm sure my dad forgot it {it was ok :(}, and my siblings texted me too.

Overall, it was just another day.

-Mutant and proud

--My new pink Arena!!

--Passing through a timewarp

I have always been fascinated by old things. I find beauty looking at old style houses, photographs, greeting cards from friends, keepsakes etc. Part of me admits that I'm a sentimental type of person. So, there's this neighbor whose house is situated along the roadside of our street. It's nothing really like a big house, infact, from the outside view, I could imagine how many things are crowding inside. Furnitures and old stuffs clinging all over the wall. He's already around 70 years old or less, I'm not quite sure, though my guess was base on how old his kids are. Each morning, whenever I pass by their house and would find one of his kids taking smoke, they'd comfortably greet us "Good morning!", which is kinda awkward in a Filipino settings. Most of us wont get the habit of greeting neighbors and rather do it as a sign of respect for our teachers or bosses. I'd smile back and greet him as well. They go to church each and every Sunday. The old man's car are all decorated with miniature saints sticked in front of their car. Outside their house, were flower pots hanging by the walls, and his little garden in front, were all donned with small toys from Happy meals and stuffs. There were also kaleidoscopic pinwheels rotating nicely as the wind blows. He picks up dry leaves each morning, toil the soil and water them regular. One of the best thing I love about this man is, he loves playing on old music, usually 70's or 60's era which always reminds me of so many things. Every Sunday, I feel like I am being serenaded as I pass. It gives me a momentary flashback of the things I miss and used to like,..not that music though.
When I was ten years old, or seven I think, we used to own a phonograph. My mom would play along L3's to the tune of The Platters, Comodores, etc. The melancholy grows sometimes reaching my deeper subconcious.

But, weeks ago, the local government has a project of replacing old pipelines with bigger ones. It was something necessary because I realize that the old ones they took offf were terribly small, with more or less 20" in diameter. And since his fancy garden was sitting along the public owned piece of land, the would need to eradicate it so that the workers could dig. I felt

--Me and my 2 weeks therapy

It's been one week now since I was grueling on my backpain accompanied by severe headache.I had myself xrayed, they call it thoracolumbar xray, where it does show if the spine has an inclination. During my last xray, way back 2008, my spine showed 4 and some point degree of leaning towards the left. The physiatrist explained that usually the pain is impacted on the right shoulder, which was true. But this time, the pain was all over my back, excruciating painful muscle on the right shoulder and upward through my nape up until the head. It was so unbearable that I almost cried dealing with it.

Today, I started the first therapy session. She {the PT} was extremely helpful, very accomodating and always has this smile ready whenever she instructs me on the exercises. Unlike the one who attended my session two years ago, he {it/she} was doing his job just because he has to earn money, the usual worker type. This was a different one. I put on the hospital gown, lay on my face, as she spreads this cold gel on my back.She squeezed some metal roller on my back, to ease up the muscle, and a big towel with warm water, while 4 plaster attached on the painful part , {shoulder blade and lower back}. There was a low volt electricity running on it so that it'll penetrate the inner muscle area. Xy was with me and she helped me count the exercises. It lasted for an hour and a half. and gave her a tip for job well done. I need to follow the exercises before and after going to bed. I kinda feel relaxed. The pain wasnt totally gone but it gave some succor to my tightened muscles. It's a two-week session so I'll be back Wednesday.

---Brutal Migraine + Back pain

--back Ache..:(

---Beach Bum

--Mum's great day!

When snail mail was still the only option to deliver greeting cards and internet access are still being developed, any celebrations are usually spared with effort and time.I remember rummaging through the aisle's of National Bookstore where Hallmark cards are neatly piled and go through the confusion of choosing which of which best suits the message.Even with ample stipend,I'd try save a few just to buy a card from Humor Post. They have cute designs with minimal pictures, and most come in black and white sketches or hues in pastel blue. The messages were pretty straight forward and nothing like those long poems I-couldnt-relate cards.

Nowadays where internet connection has already become a part of the regular Filipino household bills, I feel that the essence of passing through a celebration,became cheaper and sloppy. Gone were those cards or trip to the mall to buy one simple piece of folded oslo paper sent via courier., and to this I'm guilty of. I simply turn on my computer, load Facebook and get at least 20 notifications, {>>that's a fair number} where I am greeted for the mother's day.

When Myk's kids were younger,they would make greeting cards with messages straight from the heart. And since Xy is still young, she made me a card saying I love you {love represented by the heart shape} Mam's Day!. I asked her why it writes "mam's", she said she doesnt have the "o" shape on her cut outs. It's cheaply made, but is done in best effort and means. I want to savor the moment that Xy still has time to make me a card.I am such a laidback type. My preference still goes to the old times regardless of all aspects but things has changed. Enough of the sentimental me.




























We didn't have really plans today. Like usual, Myk made a last minute plan {I mean plans made same day}. . I awoke early, made them breakfast, one of the rarest time I do already. Bacon and Egg + juice in the morning. We ate before we left, since it was almost lunchtime.
Itenirary: Sto Domingo Church (past 12n) mass and lighting up of candles
STarbucks Trinoma (treat them with frappucino while they have the half price promo)
Send kids home
Hazy and Myk watch THOR.
Grocery.


The movie was great.I spent the day more than I expected and I am happy I did it around people that I love.

-Mother's Day Special

Oftentimes, being a mother is an open-for-all job. The job description isn’t really laid out like the usual recruitment type, that whenever you failed to comply with the standards, you lose the entitlement, and has no job after all. It's a birthmark right for women I supposed.
The difficult part of it is, it's a round ‘a clock job with no material pay, and they say whatever worth it is they're getting; it's more than what money could buy. You get absolute fulfillment, perpetual happiness and affection from your progenies.

I am a mother of four.-with two biological kids, and two acquired by law, if you put it in simple way..but really, I am counting them all regardless of connection. There's a certain tinge reluctance to admit to myself that I can be tagged as a good mom, and I have no basis. I grew up in a big family, where, what our focus daily was survival. The means to keep up with quotidian duties I sometimes failed doing while my parents were struggling to raise us up and be in good school. It is unfair for my mom to be compared with any other mothers out there because we all are facing different economic plights. When I was younger, (10)I felt like I wasn’t given enough freedom to play and act as juvenile. We were all given tasks that entitle us a "pass" to wander and play, if fulfilled up until 5pm which is a common set up in the province at that time. I would obey mostly loathing each day at work, that I was feeling it was completely unfair. We weren't born with a silver spoon and worry not on bigger-than-us reality. My father has to work on carpentry, my mom on her little store and sidelines to get by. The only motivation to abide by household chores was when I'd spend it with my childhood friends whom I share same sentiments. I didn’t understand everything until at early adolescence. I was taught how to mature early to understand things and dream big so that I get more choices in life. WE learned the value of school to warrant us ticket for a better life...to persevere and overcome hardships without complaining, strive harder to achieve rather than envy others for what they have had. Even if we haven't had enough as I grow, my mother tried hard to provide us with good food, clean shelter, showed how to keep house a better place to live on. Now I thought, what she's gone through was tough, I could never even be as much as she can. She made me realize that sometimes a mother has to sacrifice time and patience dealing with the seven of us. I’m unimaginably stubborn kid.:)

As time passes, the Mother Job became a commodity at Jobstreet. My kids grow up with nannies around, grandparents who will always do whatever they wish. I can afford to hire someone to cook for kids, bathe them before they go to school, fetch them at school, watch them play around the house, because at night I am at work,,,and during the day when I come home they are all gone for school. I am feeling that I'm losing the confidence of the mother figure coz that is taken away from me by someone whose consaguinity is none. SO, at free times during rest days, we try to go out, eat lunch at a restaurant, and walk around the mall.
I have no other choice. I need to have a job so that they can be in better places than I have been,, to have more opportunities than what I got..travel to places than I've ever been, be in decent school, put on good dress {of which I wished when I was young}, more Barbie dolls {coz I haven’t had any}, pay someone to do menial tasks so that they can play all they want, study with parents guidance and be enjoy childhood as supposed.

SO what is really being a mother?

I am a mother because I know that I love them more than anyone else in the whole wide world!!

~~Family time @HotelH20

It's my hubby's first time to ever spend the company's team building. They were allocated with some funds and choose a place from the given list. It's an overnight stay with family at HotelH2O.This will be our first time ever to sleep together in a hotel.

My youngest daughter, Xeon, was ecstatic. Her eyes were sparkling as she wanders around the lobby of the hotel, spinning the chair, look down on Manila Bay, in and out of the mini entertainment room. The other three, Xy, Mykee and Joy, gets plenty of photo ops, here and there. Since this was a company event,the rooms were fully occupied, and we had to wait anxiously for the reservation. Complimentary iced tea were serve, and luckily, I bought some snacks to fill up their hungry tummies.

A little over 2pm, we got the Bay View Room, with free snacks and jacuzzi on the side. I was so happy to see the kids faces, jumping over the white and soft bed, go around the amenities and from afar we could see the ships docked in Manila Bay. We ate our packed lunch,some picture taking to the Liquid Pool while they swim and meandered around until dusk. The restaurants surrounding the park were pretty expensive, so we had to find a place outside and grab our dinner....and they dozed off as early as 8pm.The following morning, we took breakfast at MakanMakan, buffet style. THey have so many choices of food, and as usual, you get easily full by merely looking at how neatly everything were served.

It was a wonderful experience. Xeon was crying as were packing to check out. She said "I dont wanna go home. I want to live here!". and she was asking me if we would come back if I have lots and lots of money "..{said in her childish tone of voice.}

And yes, we will come back.

--Theme Day{Movies}: Grease Lightning

I couldnt think of anything easy to accomplish. We ended up choosing the movie Grease.

---Moriones 2011

I have always been contemplating on a family vacation numerous times already.

--Xeon has learned English.

Xy turned ten,

- I love Baguio...

Baguio is one amongst the places in the Philippines where I'd always love to come back to.

--Token of Intelligence

I'm one of the happiest mother to ever have a child with beauty and brain altogether. If it's an understatement since she's still young and innocent, let's just compare her level amongst her peers., and Yes her face will stand out. She has nice face, finely shaped nose,thin rosy lips, a little bit thin {though I prefer that kind of built} and height fair enough at her age. Except for her very expressive eyes, she inherited all features from her father., and I'm thankful.

Today, she bagged three subject excellence medals and Diligence Award, second from the highest {General Excellence}. It's our first time to attend at St Mary's Recognition Day. I could say that it was far off better than her previous school since venue was inside their auditorium, it was very comfortable, air-conditioned and organized. Unlike the previous school or the other shools I've witnessed such, they call the awardee one time, give all the awards and put them on in one single coming up the stage. My younger sister came to take us picture from the second floor overlooking the stage.

Overall, I'm extremely happy that she's manage to excel on her studies by herself. Her petty tantrums, idosyncrasies only her father could bear, and her ability to easily understand things paid off. Later in the evening, we took her out. Her father bought her a little something --drawing notebook and pencil--..she's not luxurious at all.

They say that beauty and brains could seem unfair.....but she is an exemption to that rule.

--Memories with "sinaing sa asin"

---Anniversary :Of Steels and Promises..

I plotted a compensatory time-off for two days cosequently after my rest day, in lieu of our wedding anniversary.The last few days was not the favorable one, me being foolishly sentimental. My plan to spend the days by myself didnt pan out like wanted obviously, although the alterations we far more better.

Schedule:
1230 AM : Walked out of the house to grab something to eat. I couldn't think of anything so I ended up getting a tall Hersheys French Vanilla Cappuccino at 7-11 for only 60 pesos. Myk had one Jumbao at Kowloon House (55pesos) and 355 ml of Sprite all for 127 pesos..then watched a movie.

11AM : Met him at the front of ADB gate and straight to the bank to have our cards changed. Geesshh..I need to let go of my 6-yr old ATM card. I had to , coz most machines wont read my card anymore.

1:ish : Dropped by at St. Francis. I didnt have lunch yet. He had the stir fried noodles and I had mojo potato in tartar sauce. + cold cold gulaman.

**I meandered inside this mini mall. Purchased 3 leggings for my kids and 2 pieces of forever-21 inspired necklaces.

** Bus ride to SM North..
3:00PM Grocery. Planned to cook spaghetti and buffalo wings.

4:00 I prepared his daughter for her JS prom.

5:00PM Myk arrived. We'll take Mykee to Gazeebo Royale where the JS Prom will be held. She didnt wear anything made of satin or silk gown. I want her to be more modern, buy clothes where she can re-use after and not an expensive gown only meant for a single occasion use. She was on a Morgan Black halter dress, black Stockings, and peep toe semi boot grayish pump and very simple make-up.









































6:00PM Bought Mango-Bravo cake at Conti's.

6:30PM -We ate spaghetti..Forgot to cook the bufallo wings. and indulge on the cake.

9PM. dead tired. slept.

Overall, I was happy I spent the like this. My joy is really on dressing up people and make them wear something I couldn't. Our whole year together will revolve mostly around people we love his kids and mine. I hope we could make it all through peacefully.


Eleven years.

---Fashion Must have: Vest

Since time immemorial, I have always kept an eye on purchasing vest, though, later realized it dominantly called waistcoat in the US and UK, whilst in India they are called "Banyan". I have more than ten of them in my closet and I fell dandy whenever I wear them. It makes a simple top fashionable when paired with waistcoat and some silver and bangles to accesorize. In the Philippines, this isnt a usual get up whenever I go out at the mall, or anywhere, unlike outside of the country.My wise assumption is that any two garments worn on top of another will make you feel hot, since we are in the tropical country.Well fair enough. Yet still my pechants didnt stop me considering the climate. It give me some sort of identity when I'm on it. My simple top can look glamorous when paired with either a denim waistocats, and some accessories to match. For me it's a fashion staple.
Here's a few..I have taken picture of the rest...

--Our little Amber

It's been such four years since we have a little baby coming out in the family. My younger sister, Apple, gave birth to baby girl,Kayelie Amber, born 7.4 pounds through a normal delivery. She was a little worried going through normal because she has thyroid problems. Her OBGYNE was anticipating it to be a CS Section, yet , she was able to pull through.
Well...here are the pictures..
My name is Amber: all features like Dad.


My Tita's: Cess;Heis;Waks


Tita Heis


Mom and Dad + Amber

---My Asian tongue.

When it comes to food, my taste is a little bit conservative. I grew up eating very simple Asian dishes mostly cooked using coconut milk, soy sauce, fish sauce and very basic herbs. At the rural areas, my parents barely knew how it is to use basil, or thyme or even the common oregano leaves dominantly found in our backyard. My original orientation of it was to aid our minor headaches and even cough. I remember how bitter it tasted when my mother would medicate my cough when I was younger. I didn’t even realized that it can spice up pastas and meat dishes surprisingly. So, to the many spices all around us and to me --just didn’t get quite acquainted properly, up until I got married. I learned how to use them, where to put it, and of course, Google is my main reference.It's certainly far from the level of a connoisseurs, my husband's judgement matters. Whenever I get a chance, I always make it a point that I prepare something for my husband. It could be a mouth-watering dish I saw while browsing in one of the recipe sites or one I meet at a restaurant.
Yet, even if I have gone wider familiarity of its individual taste, I still kept my regular conservative taste. When it comes to pasta, I don't like it sweet or either sour. The absence of salt makes it unappealing to me. Either, my pasta would be cheesy when there's tomato sauce in it or creamy with lots of parmesan cheese.. Just recently, we ran out choices of where to eat. In my attempt to lose a little weight, I try not to go to restaurants or food chains where I couldn't say no to any food served. Then, we bumped into "World Chicken". We got curious because of the long queue of customers compared to the other counters at the food court. For Php 158, you get a quarter of deboned chicken inasal, sauces in 5 varieties, a choice of pasta or any rice mix, and a side dish. This was what we got.

Myk: chicken with barbecue + bacon rice + carbonara + Large Soda
Me: Chicken with farmer’s cheese + mashed potato + pasta in pomodoro






We were surprised that the taste was really good. The chicken was roasted perfectly, the serving was more than enough and the pasta was good. I forgot to mention that my fetish on pasta (noodles) : I want it a half way to overcook. If the cooking direction would say 8 minutes, I prolly would do it 15 minutes cooking time. I hate pastas when it's al dente. I feel like I'm eating it raw. We spent a little over what we plan to but it was all worth it. One thing I just would like them to improve is the presentation. They had them placed in a big oval plate, where sauces of this and that mix with the other. I hope they can think of a better plate. Is it because they don’t' want to spend additional expenses over purchasing dozens of nice plates?-I'm not sure...but one thing I know, I'll keep coming back here, occasionally. :P

{. it's my conscience telling me to watch out for my diet.}

--V-Day

---Where's my Wilson?

Sometimes as we go along, as we grow old, we tend to develop that sense of independency. Our attention span shortens for a period of time until at least you haven't landed the retirement age. The reason behind is that the friends we have made while you were in school slowly loses the time you spend together, the way you used to. We have our families, kids to attend to, work to keep up with and then the friendship becomes the last options.

I feel a little bit in the denial stage because I am a people person.The other week my Wilson came for a one month vacation. She ventured a job in Qatar, in exchange of her work at RFM,and her other way {I guess} of making a life alone. Back in the days, we are the yin-yang, though nothing bad really comes out of any of us. She's been able to help in times I'm in dire need, financially mostly. We get this endless talk of reminiscing childhood shenanigans, as I help her finish the laundry. I would be her constant companion whenever she needs to run an errand, she would always pay for the meals, since she had the job first...and a lot of things. She smoke and drink occasionally, something I didn't acquire anyhow. My stand is simple. I get no pleasure in it, so why do it. Her existence too,was my only path to finding my husband now, of which I kept it from her since she will disapprove it. and that's another story of course. She only found it out when I was alrady pregnant and naturally became the godmother of my eldest daughter, who calls her mommy too.
And yeah, our age took off the calendar days..and as it flew, we've grown that common disease: lack of communication. and isn't tantamount to oblivion though. I just wish we could have more time together again.

While watching House MD,Wilson and House reminded me of our friendship...and please no one is far similar to the arrogance, cynicism and sarcasm Dr House harbors.In some simple ways I found kinship in between.We all have our own "Wilson" whom we can rely on when you're down in the dumps without judging for who you are.I suddenly realized that,currently, no one ever holds her position of knowing me inside and out...and I got practically sentimental. She came home going straight to her family, unlike our days.

But this is the truth. We cannot hold up a person responsible for nurturing a relationship no matter how much we convince our selves that most bonds are communion of kindred spirits..of likeness and differences. The fact remains always the same. Acceptance.

Where's my Wilson? I soo miss her. :{

--Family Time

Im now hooked up with watching Vampire Diaries to the point of awakening my interest to read books about vampires. Honey downloaded a pdf file of Ann Rice so I can put them on the ipad for easier reading. Lately, I have begun dreaming while asleep, and I have not gotten any in such a long time. I know that we do get a thousand dreams while in slumber but only a few of are remembered in the waking moment. I sometimes hated that you cannot choose the dream you want to dream.

At work we celebrated the Chinese New Year coinciding our Q1 Rec Event. Four members from my team will receive an award, which makes me a proud TC. The entire floor was filled with Chinese decors, pseudo dragons etc and my team was just donned over red shirts. After the shift, we brought the kids to the mall and had dinner.

---Achievement Letter

Finally, my daughter handed over the letter coming from the principal that she qualified to get an achievement award this school year after of course passing the exam. I wasn’t really surprised because her adviser gave me a notice the last time I came to pick up her school card. The school only notifies pupils whose grades on each subject were not lower than 90%, to undergo an examination and identify pupils qualified for the so-called a "Diligence Award". Being a transferee, she ended up on the second section, I am really pleased of her performance and the grades she is getting are merely a product of her personal diligence, motivation and natural common sense. I know that this may not guarantee a sure medal, but the fact that she is doing well at school on her own with the new school is so much for me to know and believe that she can bag the award. At times, I feel some sense of guilt that I cannot own the merit she is getting which is good,knowing that she can work independently. I always encourage her to do her own homework’s and approach any of us when she is confused. Most of the time she’d come to ask her dad, while I’m past asleep. I’d probably take accountability if it was an artwork or something else. The best that I can give most of the time, is the presence of a mom during meetings and school activities that sometimes I get to feel awkward around old people talking about family agendas. I'm so proud of her, that she's turning to be a really good child to us, though; sometimes she acquires her Dad's silly penchants...corny jokes and the way she rationalize things. I don’t think it's annoying yet I want her to find her distinct way of being her. She is not outwardly sweet but she is very close to her father. When she leaves for school, she'd call me out and say "Ma, catch!", I'd go out and catch the flying kiss with my hands., and that means a lot to me.
She's just 9 turning 10 and I hope she gets to keep this within her to better all school activities and become a decent person as she grows. I love you Xy!

--Interesting Dreams

It's the second day of February and the weather has been nice. For three days now, we have not used our air conditioning unit which is good...and a lot of savings.

---Unlimited catch

My entire week of January was spent watching House MD, the tv series. This show quite got into me. It's challenging,the medicine part is interesting and the sarcasm of House is irritatingly good.
Most of my rest days, and as soon as I get home, I turn on the pc and watch it..or even as I prepare for work. I have completed watching the full 6 season and now I'm updated. Honey and I, would sometimes sleep past over some episode and watch it again. NOw, I'm waiting for Vampire Diaries to finish downloading.

We had a dinner earlier and tried a new resto, Mr Chow, where they serve 99 pesos of rice toppings and unlimited yangchow rice.It's like the usual chinese mini fast food store. The crew and the quality of service and the food sucks. The rice is not tasty, even the Lechon-Macau I ordered didn't taste good. Myk tried two rounds of rice while mine wasnt eaten. On our way home, I feel a little nauseated and I want to vomit. And yes I gave in. I puked the entire food I ate, and made me feel dizzy. I never wanna come back there again. I know..there's always a catch on "unlimited" food.

Charging to experience.

--Jumpstart.

I'm back again. I promise myself to blog a little often than usual.Now that I'm completely floored by the House MD series, a lot of things in my head a rushing to be written without ado.

Life has been just quite well. I'm slowly managing how to stop stalling paper works. I'd be honest enough to admit that I am awful at it. Everyday I pull up my little tracker and cross out the stuffs I am supposed to do. Now, my team is on a training, learning cultures, mores and tradition we have not really experience first hand.This initiative is done to be able to bridge the gap between how it is knowing how Canadian culture goes comparing to Filipino culture. They've set up different workshop such as Amazing Race game, classroom activities and watching a TV series called "Outsourced: One thing I have noticed is the natural bonding that this workshop has developed between each members of the team. We got to find out little something from each of them, jokes they can share after and memories to remember as we go along. Working in a call center has been my longest job ever, and I found life and value in it. I have learned to transform each experiences into another with deeper meaning. A lot of people has allowed this industry to jeopardize their health, as they smoke and drink and loaf around sans sleep. Take coffee than water in every interval of break instead of drinking water or just take as breather. And when giving time to relax during team buildings, they would choose to prohibit themselves from coming because the guilt of spending time outside of family premise is an act of selfishness...which is not. Yet, when they go drink all night, smoke all packs of ciggies, it isn't at all an act of selfishness? Some have even gotten to wrong relationship, casual dating with sex and some to the worst.

It's approaching seven years now, and I am happy to be able to manage how to avoid acquiring these vices. I dont find pleasure smoking, and anytime I smell it, my head thumps,the pungent taste of liquor, coffee til you drop and the likes. I've other sisters who've found career in BPO, they have even managed to climb up to the promotion ladder without having to witness them turn into someone like those stereotypes.

I'm lucky that at an early age I was taught what self esteem and self worthiness is all about. To my parents, I love you the most!

---1/11/2011

-1*1*11 HAppy New YEAr!