Fey Alegies and Dreams

Papa's visit. Oshi's 2nd birthday.

2009-08-27T20:35:00.018+08:00

Last Sunday, August 23, was my daughter's 2nd birthday. Kenny told me 2 weeks earlier that Papa (my hilaw father-in-law) was visiting on Orange's birthday. We weren't planning any grand celebration for our daughter but had extra money in case we had some poeple coming over. Then 5 days before her b-day, BATELEC (Batangas Electric Company) announced that they would be soliciting the payment for the electric bill for that month and for the last past months and warned those who would not be paying the day of the solicit would have their services cut. Saying they need to do it because they need to update their monthly payment schedules.
Although we really have no late payments,the money that I was saving for Oshi (Orange) was instead given to those BATELEC henchmen. I had no food to serve that coming Sunday except what was available in the fridge. I felt bad because of those Batelec men but thinking on the bright side of it, at least we don't have any due payments on utilities anymore. Anyway, I only had cold cuts inside my ref, red and white meat and some veggies. That'll make do some pork adobo and chicken curry for Sunday - thinking of a simple salo-salo lunch. Then late Saturday afternoon, I asked Kenny to accompany me and the kids to the market to buy rice for the next day. I kept worrying and was pestered at how little money I have left and I know Kenny knew how fussy I was. He handed me his latest withdrawal slip and saw how much money he still has. (it was not a big amount but it was still surprising for me) He received a poke in the head for hidding the money from me. I thought he only had enough money until the next payday but apparently was secretly saving his money in his ATM. He said he was sparing his allowance from buying inexpensive/value meals for lunch and he sometimes wasn't eating for supper. So on we went to the local grocery mart. Kenny said that I can have and buy whatever I need for Oshi's b-day and he'd pay for it. But I was thinking of a small celebration so I only spent Php 500. ^___^

Papa and Kennan arrived the next day (Sunday) and brought some embutido from Lucena. It was Papa's first visit so he looked around and "inspected" a few things.. yeah I know its normal for "byenans" to have a prying attitude, and think of what mother-in-laws could do to ther son/daughter-in-law! I don't have a mother-in-law, she passed away before Kiel was born. But if I did have Mamilou here.. ay naku, patay kang bata ka! no, she's not mataray or makulit but I doubt how I run the house would pass her standards.. she's quite OC like her son.XP Good thing the house was in order, as it always was. hehe. =3
Papa is really kind so I didn't have anything to worry about.

My parents came with my youngest brother at 3pm and brought pancit canton, lumpia, loaf and softdrinks. After eating Daddy and Papa talked in the sala while Mama and I cleaned and tidied the dining and kitchen area. I don't know what Papa and Daddy talked about but I wish I knew..Kenny was there with them the whole time. Both men had gone to Japan so that's one thing they could talk about. Both of them have Batangueno relatives and maybe they could talk about it and trace their roots and found out that they're actually related! I think I was getting paranoid because I was expecting something they would talk about or something they would open up.. OH, nevermind, it didn't happen anyway. =o="

My parents left a few hours after, saying they had to help Joshua finish his project. I don't know if I envy my brother or be angry at my parents for spoiling my youngest brother too much. We left Papa and Kennan who was sleeping in one of the rooms to buy some stuff in the market : COFFEE for the caffeine-craver: PAPA. It was almost dark when we came back and Papa was having a hard time looking for light switches. The house was quite big but we hadn't installed light bulbs in all outlets, plus the switch for the light in the living was not working. Kennan had to do his laundry back at Paranaque so he left that night. Papa was getting bored and was switching channels on the TV often. He asked us if we had CNN or any news channel in our free cable (eh, that's another story to tell). Kenny asked me to check for DVDs in our stash that Papa could watch. We had English and Tagalog movies that we borrowed from my parents but I doubt Papa would be interested watching them, besides other foreign movies that are only subtitled.

And fact is, 90% of our DVD collection are animes. hehe. What do you expect from otakus, as Kenny discribes the geeky-ness. err, no, otaku is such a strong word, I prefer "anime enthusiasts".^_^ With nothing to do anymore, Papa turned the TV off and went to sleep. The next day (Monday), both men went off the house early and the kids and I are left all to ourselves again..

..And it makes the world go round

2009-08-25T20:38:00.003+08:00

Three days ago, I was putting my kids to sleep and thinking of the things I really wanted to buy this year - a new TV, a computer set, a sala set. And I remembered the days when I was still working for a computer sales company. My job, aside from customer support, was to retrieve online orders from a database. The job requires being receptive since customers want their goods delivered as fast as possible - and not having PayPal/ CDO ( cash on delivery) as payment option, customers have to pay the order by cash, check or by depositing the money to the company's bank account then faxing or emailing the deposit slip for verification. It was such a hassle for the customer and me because I have to check the bank account myself every now and then to make sure that the money was really deposited.

Then one time, I got a call from Venice. It was a guy checking if we have delivered his the items he ordered to the address he gave. We just had our morning meeting and I haven't even turned my computer on so I haven't checked the orders for that day. I thought I was having his orders delivered overseas but after checking the address, it was to be sent to Pampanga c/o a miss. Before he hang up, he gave me a cellphone number and asked me to call the woman so she knows of the order's status.

The day I assumed the items are arriving to the woman's place, I called her cellphone to say she'd be expecting a package from the guy from Venice. She almost squeeled in delight and thanked me. From her voice, I could tell she was about my age or younger. And she has that local Northern accent. I have heard and read news about women (esp. Pinays) engaging in online relationships with foreigners. I can't blame them since times are hard today, those women are looking for an escape from poverty or at least improve the state of their lifestyles or lives in whole. And marrying a foreigner is one of the easiest yet the dangerous course to take. Its gains are so tempting yet the risks are as great. I've heard stories of hapless Filipino women either being battered, slaved, driven to prostitution or worst, being murdered. I just wish well for that girl.. I can't say she's lucky but I wish I also had someone who could give me a package like that. ^___^ By the way, the order was, as far as I could remember, a complete computer set worth Php 45,000 plus computer table and gas lift chair. Well, its not really a high end PC but he at least got the best in the house that time for her. ^__^

hayy... people and their money.

And someone I know had the same luck as the girl from Pampanga (though not much luck. hehe) He happened to have befriended a girl (or guy?) last year - a Filipino who was working in London. He said they met in an online game. I don't know how he ended up having Php 10,000 delivered in his office but he said his/her friend lend him the money so he could buy the bass guitar he was aching for for months. A few weeks later, the London friend told him not to pay the money back anymore and gave it to him instead as a Christmas gift. You've got to be kidding me. I mean, for me it was too much for somebody to pass put Php 10,000 as Christmas gift! He bought a black ARIA bass guitar which was on a sale at 30% dc on a shop in CARRIEDO, Recto - an electronic gadget/tools and hi-tech stuff shopping district in Manila. like Akihabara in Japan.

ay naku, rub some of your luck on me too!! XD

BTW, the national lottery jackpot as of today is more than Php100M. Time to bet, bet bet!!http://www.pcso.gov.ph/

Jinxed

2007-05-23T18:03:00.000+08:00

Ok. I had a chain of bad luck and darn, it was really malas!!

May 20,2007 - My wallet PLUS house keys!

We went home to Batangas for my bunnywunny and my tito..it was his birthday kasi and we went to Bato Spring Resort in Dolores, Quezon. The ride from Tanauan, Batangas to the resort was around an hour away and most of the time we were keeping Kiel behave in Tito Ron's car. Kiel had drooled all over the car seat cover and it stained really bad! >.<

After the outing, we had to pack up around 8pm because we still have work the next day. Kenny and I said our goodbyes to Kiel and my parents, hoping to see them again the next weekend.
We took a jeep going to Turbina in Calamba where most of the buses bound to Cubao and other North bound buses stop. The jeep had just passed the Makiling bridge when it had a flat tire, I should've figured out that it was the start of my jinx..=.="

We waited for a few minutes near that bridge when a JAM bus going to Cubao came.. We had to sit on separate seats because the bus had no seats available for two persons. I paid the fare. My hubby seated beside me when he saw the seat next to me was free. At bus stops, most of provincial buses allow vendors to come up the bus and offer the passengers what they have. I was quite hungry and I saw a vendor selling chicharon. I pulled up my wallet when Kenny told me he had coins on his pocket. He paid the vendor and I again put the wallet back to my bag.
The bus arrived at Ortigas - Megamall around 9 pm. Kenny was carrying the bag when I asked him to check if the wallet was in the bag.. he searched but he didn't found the wallet. I searched for the wallet inside the plastic bag I was carrying pero wala din dun! It was 10 mins. past the bus dropped us there. Kenny was almost in a panic when we learned I lost my wallet and assumed I dropped it inside the bus. The walllet contained Php 1,500 plus coins and the bus ticket and the house keys. We had to push through the thick masa to get a taxi. The first taxi we got declined to drive us to Cubao and it took around 10 minutes more to get another taxi. Buti na lang a taxi driver was good enough to take us to Cubao - Kamias/Kamuning JAM terminal where the bus would probably stop. When we got there, Kenny had to ask a lot of people who work there. The ticket manager in the booth said that there's a chance that the bus might not stop there because they also have another terminal in Muňoz which was way too far Cubao-Kamias! @_@ We had no idea what was the bus no. of the JAM bus we took, what kenny did is he waited for JAM buses going farther north - the buses had no other route naman besides the place where kenny is. He spotted a JAM bus and left me in Jam Cubao terminal. Napuputakti na ako ng lamok at sobrang antok when he came. Bad news - wala na yung wallet ko. The driver said maybe some magbobote saw my wallet when they picked up the empty C2 bottles inside the bus. =.=" Hayyss..

So.. we had to contact some friends and ask if we could crash in their pad for the night. We had to contact Bilko, pero hindi sinasagot yung phone T_T. We tried to contact Jep, Bilko's cousin and we ringed him uhmm I guess three times before he answered.
Bad news - the house was jam packed with kamag-anaks because it was the grad night of one of their cousins.. =.=" Hayyyss..

We had no other option but to use Kenny's "plastic cash" and stay at a hotel or motel for that night. We went to Shaw Blvd. and booked at Garden Orchid Hotel, more like a motel -.- but the amenities of the hotel was fine. An overnight stay costs Php 450 only. Thanks to Metz for reffering that place! hehe. ^__^ Buti na lang the hotel accepts credit cards kasi kukulangin yung budget namin for the whole week if we had to pay in cash! @_@ I texted my Admin manager and a friend before I went to bed, para at least nakapag paalam ako na tanghali na ako makakarating ng office dahil magpapabaklas pa kami ng gate ng bahay!! Hayyyss..=.="

May 21, 2007 - Mondays and my sandals, blame the darn hot weather!

We got home around 10am - and we were probably at work if I didn't lost my wallet. We asked Kuya Vic and Ate Lulu for help opening the gate lock. I prepared brunch and we both left the house around 1pm. We both are just going to file a half day for that day..

We were walking along rosario-ortigas ave. when I felt that the sole/heels of my sandals almost dettached to the upper sole or whatever you call it.. and I was having a hard time keeping my sandal's sole intact. (mukha syang "gutom" sa laki ng pagkakahiwalay!!) Malas pa kasi walang FX going to AYALA / Market! Market!. Hay naku talaga! We have to wait sa highway sa ilam ng init ng araw! Grabe! Super init! para kaming ino-oven! @_@ We decided to go to Market! Market! Mall first before going to work kasi I have to fix my darn sandals in Mr. Quickie.

On our way to market! market mall, I checked my sandals.. konti na lang at bibigay na talaga! >.< We were walikng in the middle the covered plaza-emporium infront of the mall when the heels/sole finally snapped from the sandals itself!! Waaa!! Peste! T_T I was walking na parang pilantod dahil mataas yung isang sapatos ko tapos nakalapat yung isa! Good thing Mr Quikie was just a a few meters away. Dedma lang ako sa sira kong sapatos while walking towards the store. The repair costs Php 50 for temporary lang daw yun.. We have to wait for 30 minutes to get it fixed. The lady in Mr Quickie lend me a pair of rubber sandal. It was almost 2pm and darn, nsa labas pa ako. Pati si Kenny naabala yung trabaho dahil sa akin! T_T Hay naku talaga! =.="

We went inside the mall for a little window shop of things like appliances, and baby stuff and afterwards fetched my sandals and we both went to work. Thank god my boss was not mad at hindi sinusumpong when I came. >.<

May 22, 2007 - Home alone

Kenny have to go to Lucena (his hometown).He was assigned to manage an event there. He told me he was going to be away for 2 days. I was alone the whole night!! T__T

Pauwi na ako sa bahay namin when it rained hard sa may Robinsons Galleria. I did not carry my umbrella, ok, im no girlscout pero malay ko ba na uulan! @_@ So I waited for half an hour inside the mall bago ako nakauwi ng bahay. It rained but its hot inside the house. And since Kenny wasn't there, it was eerie inside the house. It felt like someone's watching me from outside..ngii~!! @_@
I wasn't able to sleep well that night..

May 23,2007 - Curse you, TAGA-LIPA ARE!, Curse you!

I woke up with a headache. I missed Kenny and I was late for work! Buti na lang, my boss wasn't there when I arrived. The time was 10:15am, 15 mins. late! >.< I turned on my PC and opened IE and started to work. That darn virus "TAGA LIPA ARE" - a browser virus I guess, identified by having "TAGA-LIPA ARE!" at the title bar of your browser and multiple APIs starts to pop-up (I don't know if it also affects Firefox, Netscape, Opera and other browsers because I only use IE in my office PC). the virus affects my work since I use the internet all the time.. it had affected my hard disk and most of the time, I had to restart (or force restart) whenever it attacks my pc's system. And it took me a whole day to finish one html file to upload for the company's website. Before 6pm, Sir Mark, my boss called from our main branch and asked me why I didn't uploaded and answered all online queries... I had nothing to explain since he already knows that my PC was infected b a virus. He was dissappointed and told me to do better and finish my work tommorow. The fact that I was absent last Saturday and worked half-day last Monday plus I wasn't able to work efficiently for the last few days was a real dissappointment for him..

Bad shot... hayyss =.="

Kenny arrived around 10pm and bought me pasalubong! Yey! Buti na lang chocolates and pastries eased up my frustration! ^________^

-post finished on May 25, 2007

Surprise, Surprise!!

2007-05-08T17:49:00.000+08:00

-im now two decades and two years alive XD~!!

I went home in Batangas the night before my birthday to check-out my bunnywunny. He's now about 15 months old. He's doing great now that mama's looking over him. My bunnywunny's yaya went home to her province in Mindoro last April 15, she told us she wasn't coming back. Now I'm wondering if I was rude to her while she was working for us.=.=" Hindi naman siguro. Anyways, it was good she was gone. And I'm thankful Mama volunteered to look after him while we are looking for a new yaya for my son. Kiel was sound asleep when I got home around 1 a.m. He was on his crib on his usual sleeping position - he sleeps on his side with a pillow between his legs. I just kissed him on the cheek careful not to wake him up then I made myself ready to go to bed.. I still have work after a few hours, have to be ready by 7am..

I woke up around 6am hearing noise from the other room. When I went to the parent's room where Kiel sleeps, I was surprised to see my son awake (weird that I was surprised upon seeing him awake at his usual waking time XD).He was playing with my youngest brother when he saw me. He looked up to me like he doesn't recognize his own mother. Then a few seconds later he put his hands in his face covering his eyes and then he opened his hands giving me the sweetest smile -as if he was playing with me "pick-a-boo!".I laughed hard seeing my son play "pick-a-boo" with me. I couldn't believe he actually learned that. You can't imagine how I felt when I saw him and his development. We went out to catch some sunshine. He is now walking on two feet. I watched him walk around the front of the house. And I thought, he wasn't a baby anymore, a todler now much active and adventurous sooner or later, I'd be bringing him to a pre-school..*sighs* such fast time,ne?

It was a wonderful birthday gift to see my son again since the last two weeks that we were apart.^____^

I got on the bus going to Cubao around 7:30am and I was in the office around 9:30am. Buti na lang di ako late! XD No one knows it was my birthday, but it was a good thing because probably my boss would ask all of us to go to COCO CABANNA again for a little drink, eh hindi naman ako umiinom. =.=" The last time we went for a gimick/night out was when we celebrated Ms. Ivy's birthday and that was just 4 days ago..I didn't drink kasi bawal. hehe. I opened my Y!M and saw two offline messages from Pops and Kenny greeting me "hapi boitdey~! XD". TY! TY! XD

I got home from work in our rented house in Pasig pero Kenny wasn't there, and he has the house keys so I waited for him at the bench outside. Mosquitoes was bugging me and I got irritated not just because of them but also because of Kenny for going home late. I bought some BBQ, some "isaw" and RC cola. I was really hungry kasi. I went back and saw the front door open and the lights on. He was there and he greeted me, my birthday wasn't that special for me so I didn't prepare anything like spaghetti or any special food..it was just a regular day.. He was taking off his socks when he asked me to get his changing clothes in the closet/cabinet. And I was like my ussual "tamad" mood and I told him to get his own shorts and shirt inside but he insisted that I get them for him because he was "tinatamad" din~! XD. Hahaha!! Ambobo ko talaga at hindi ko nakuha yung hint..It was just a ussual request so I went to our bedroom and opened the cabinet and saw the flowers inside. OMG! at OMG talaga!

I was always requesting *islash* begging *islash* pleading for him to buy me flowers since our first date. And that was way back 3 and a half years ago.. I was always asking him to buy me those beautiful, sweet smelling flowers in the mall or in the street but he didn't even bought me one because..because..well, because he doesn't want to! =.=" Ang kuripot talaga! X3 I find it romantic if a guy bought his girl flowers (or even freshly picked flowers from your kapitbahay's bakod would do!) But he would always neglect me whenever he sees my eyes glitter as I see the rows of flower shops in cubao or in the mall. He doesn't even give effort to pick me those flowers I find cute while we walk somewhere where I saw beautiful flowers.. So for the last few weeks, I stopped asking him to buy me some, I was getting used to his cold approach.. I never bothered asking him again.

But last May 4, shet talaga! I saw those flowers and hugged him and thanked him for giving me the thing I have always asked him.. I wasn't expecting anything from himthat day. I was really surprised. My feelings was so stirred that I couldn't help but cry. It was really the best gift I received from him - aside from the shirt, the bracelet, aside from poi-poi and giboi.. well, every gift was special but this gift was special for me. ^__^ Thank you talaga pi! =3

I arranged the flowers and put it in our dinning table (because there was no other place where I could display it but there!) Now I understand why he came home late. I just noticed that the flowers were white, instead of red or peach or yellow..
guess what he said, "eh mahal ang red roses eh!"

NYAK! >.<

A time to relax

2007-04-04T18:42:00.000+08:00

Holy week means holiday means summer get-away~!!

Weebee~!! At last summer's here! Its really getting hot though it rained this morning and its unussually cold..or is it just the aircon on the office? O_o. Anyways, tommorow's a holiday and we'll be having a 4-day vacation from Maundy Thursday to Easter Sunday. We'll be leaving for Batangas for a vacation in my parent's house and probably would be having an outing on Saturday or Friday in Pansol, Calamba, Laguna. Hot springs' are Kenny's bet but I'd like to go to a resort with pools filled with chlorinated water. Much safer than swim under cemented, closed "hot spings" with warm, filthy, emerald-colored water.
But we both agreed it would be better if we have the chance to go to a beach, either somewhere in Quezon prov. or Batangas..salt water is good for the skin. :)

A quick run through...

2006-11-13T21:04:00.000+08:00

whoa! How long have I been to space?! O.o 3 months already?! Didn't even feel time pass.. =.=" Anyway, I'll just have a quick run-down of things that happened the past weeks. ^_^

Where do I start?.. Uhmm, I've been working in a "online" computer shop located along Ortigas Ave. for two months now. Yep, I quitted working in the place where I met that jerk I've mentioned here before. Work's good, nice (but strict XP) boss, pay is, well, good enough and my workmates nice too. 'Love my job even if the load is really heavy sometimes. I got to do things which weren't in-line with my responsibilities. But I learn from those things, so it's ok.

My hubby and I, together with my bunny-wunny and one yaya, are now living alone. We separated from my husband's grandma just last month. We are renting a house just near my workplace. Well, a 2-hour commute from the house is "near" to me ^_^ hehe. At least now have our "own" house. XD I mean, we get to live independently..almost.XS

Uhmm, what else is new..? =3

For the past few days, Kenny has been doing all the cooking in the morning. (Sorry pi if I can't cook for you.. mala-late ako eh!! XD) We'd be up by 6:30am, will tend to my "alarm clock" -haha, that's my son because he is already awake by 5am! Gawd! X_X I'd buy from the nearby "talipapa" veggies or meat and he'd cook 'em while I take a bath. My pack lunch is ready when I'm finished fixing myself. Have to be out of the house by 8am, call time is 9:30 but the traffic is.. argh! His work, meanwhile, starts at 12nn but he leaves by 10am.
After work, I get to go home before 9pm. Catch some z's... and wake up the next day and do the same routine.. *sighs* I feel bad that I don't get to have enough time for my baby. When I reach home after work, he's already asleep. When he wakes up in the morning, I just give 20-30 mins with him or sometimes it's just a mere 2-5 minutes.. then it's work again...

Sacrifices.
Its hard.
I miss him.

*update: my bunny-wunny is 9 months old na!!! weeee!!!! =3

I like like like like this song ^____^

Song: Sugar, we're going down by Fall Out Boy

[I'll be the number one with the bullet. A loaded God complex. Cock it and pull it.]

Naive? O.o as always =.="

2006-09-01T17:39:00.000+08:00

He said I should try the quiz.. and he's right about the results.. AMF!

What feeling do you represent?

You represent... naivete.So innocent and trusting... you can be very shy at times, but it's only because you're not sure how to act. You give off that "I need to be protected vibe." Remember that not all people are good. Being too trusting will get you easily hurt.
Take this quiz!

Why does it always come up naivete? I wanna have something else! T__T

Some guys dig in 'taken' ladies..

2006-09-01T15:29:00.000+08:00

Why are there a**holes who moons over a girl even if she already has a husband and a child?

My own experience. At the first day of work, I had made a few friends whom includes this guy Dennis. He's nice but that's all there is in him to me. He tried to help me with my things when I was having a hard time walking down the stairs with sling-back pumps I was wearing. He escorts me when I wanted to go out of the building to buy something or relax. He helps me with the clients.. brings over anything I need at my station.. etc. And I found his attitude towards me a bit awkward.
He tells me everything about himself (like I'm one big slambook!). here are most of the crap(a one day with that a**hole):

a**hole: "what's your zodiac sign..?"
me: "taurus."
a**hole: "oh, mine's cancer.. I'm born June 22. 24." pause. "how old are you again..?"
me: "21."
a**hole:"oh, have you seen my drawings? brought them over. I took the test in TESDA.. wanna see them?"
me:"I draw. My husband draws."
a**hole: "oh, right." pause. looks at his workstation. holding up his hands up to the waist like he's holding a guitar and acts like he's strumming. " I miss playing my guitar.. I love to play guitar."
me: " My husband's a band member. Lead guitar."
a**hole: "ahh.."

LUNCH BREAK

a**hole: holding a cigarette."you smoke?"
me: "no. and I won't."
a**hole: "ok... where do you live?"
me: "parañaque."
a**hole: "wow great! Im from there too. lets ride home together."
me: oh god,help me with this man.. "err.. sure."

AFTER WORK, WAITING FOR THE OTHERS AT THE LOBBY..

a**hole: wraps his arms around my right arm the way a girl wraps hers with her bf.. "mind if I hold you like this? I'm used to holding my girl like this.."
me: well I'm no girl of yours.. lets him hold my arm but walks like no one's beside.. then acts as if searching for something in the shoulder bag.. "dear me, i have to text Kenny.. wait, could you please let go of my arm for a moment?"
a**hole: does nothing stupid for a couple of minutes while walking (and walking with my manager behind us.. and she definetly saw what Dennis was doing...)
me: stops texting, puts the phone back in the bag and walks with arms folded..
a**hole: "you act like a tomboy.. doesn't fit with what you're wearing.."
me: "well then let them think I'm tomboy, i dont mind.. dont have my husband with me to act girly anyway"
a**hole: "then let me be a subsitute.." grabs my hand and holds it. entangling his fingers with mine.argh!
me: pulls hands off his'. "you're way off your limits, sir."

AT THE BUS ON THE WAY HOME..

a**hole: "do you have two spare pennies there? I'm kinda short.. sorry. I thought we're just gonna ride an ordinary fared bus.."
me: a**hole! " sure, here." gives the 2 phP1 coins. Docks head in the bus' window and closes eyes.
a**hole: "you're tired. Here, put your head on my shoulder and sleep. I'll wake you up when we're there." Puts one arm over my shoulders and cues me to incline my head toward his shoulder.
me: "no thanks.. Im not really sleepy. I'll be ok here."
pause....
a**hole: " I miss my baby (talking about his ex). She's one liberated girl. But she's so sweet. We broke up because.. well its a long distance reltionship, you know what usually happens to that kind nowadays.. too bad, we didn't survive."
me: "aww, I'm sorry." I wanna add:But my husband and I, before, we were in a LDR for more than two years..
a**hole: "could I call you baby?"
me: O.o "huh?"
a**hole: "don't like it? babe?"
me: "no, I don't like pet names.. my husband calls me 'oist!' or 'oi!'"
a**hole: "'ling, perhaps?"
me: "no. and please, we're not even a couple."
a**hole: "ok.. can I walk you home? Let me meet your husband and baby."
me: : "they're not home. And I'll be fine. I can go home alone."
...walks off the bus and pauses,
"thanks for accompanying me..see you tommorow..bye."
a**hole : "bye babe.. take care"

Argh! The nerve of him. I don't like his style. Old school's first base, second base, third base and so on... He's such a dork. And after the first day at work, after they saw what Dennis was doing, they were asking me if he was my boyfriend. Hell, no! Not my type. I'm beggining to make a virtual wall between our stations. I make it a point that he sees me busy all the time. I've already told this to my husband and his bro.. Forewarned is forearmed wait till Dennis sees them. harharhar! XD

To be or not to be...

2006-08-10T21:47:00.000+08:00

It's been a month since we all decided to seek a job together - the three eggs, a girl cousin-in-law, and me. They were aiming for a full-time job while I was just looking for a part-time one. Since majority of the group just finished high school and underaged ( only Junar and I weren't), we all agreed to pass resumés in fast food chains since they hire non-stop. But we still haven't recieved any replies...

The three eggs were being banned in/near the club and was given a curfew of 7:30pm, were only allowed to go to nanay's room and the kitchen but for the whole night they'd have to stay upstairs or in the room ...poor guys aren't allowed to go out or even drink their favorite MP (short for Emperador Brandy) or any alcoholic drink.

Known to be bums -though somebody in the house holds the ULTIMATE bummer title- they were given skepticisms especially from nanay's employees. But no, they didn't hold back, they did their own pep talk and believed that they aren't as hopeless as everyone thought they are. A week later, Junar recieved calls from different companies and was always requested to drop-by for an interview. Now he is working in a computer servicing center as a technician. Kenan got lucky finding a job in Roxas blvd... I made him wear his kuya's lucky polo :). He is now in training as a Disc Jockey there. But his luck's fading for his voice was coarse as the owner said and asked him to rest for a while and be back when he's ok. A second chance that I hope he wouldn't waste. Good luckto him :). And the prideful Carlo, got jealous when Kenan got a job first, and bragged that he can do better and bragged that he knows everything and can do anything (hell knows he's good at nothing but brag X_X). But the lucky bastard's now working in a videoke bar and grill resto as a DJ...

And as for me, I'm still stuck in the house, works 15 hours a day with laundry schedules every other day. I have no time to apply anywhere though there are piles and piles of Manila Bulletin's Classified Ads in one corner of our bed and some sheets of paper with my handwriting. There are lots of prospect jobs there but the big question is how can I manage my time if I have a 6 month old baby to take care of 24/7 and two men to cook for and a room which could be considered a big bodega of etcheteras to clean?

My husband suggests that we let my bunnywunny grow up first or until he isn't much to be taken care of then we hire a nanny or ask my mum to look over while we're both working.

I really wanted to work. I'm not looking for a high paying job. I just want to work. Be it a service crew, a sales lady, a graphic artist, a office clerk or a call center agent. I just want a job. Not that my husband's earning's not enough to support us, just that I wanted to have some other source of income other than his'. I was thingking of re-opening my savings account (or open a new account) for my bunnywunny's future. I want well for him.

I feel confused and frustrated. I always ask Kenny about it. What'll be? A full-time house wife and work later? Or work now and sacrifice time and not mind being tired?

*sighs*

EL TRIO: "Ang Tatlong Itlog"

2006-07-17T19:34:00.000+08:00

~as requested by Junar, Founder of "Ang Tatlong Itlog"

My bunnywunny's uncles, the El Trio,and they call themselves, their group, "Ang Tatlong Itlog:na mapopormang walang pera" ("The Three Eggs: bums in style"). These guys are our roommates in my grandmother-in-law's house - my brother-in-law and two of my cousins-in-law.

Since all of them are jobless, indulging themselves in the bunk, and to them the world rotates in sleeping and eating and of course, bumming around (though they aspire to have a job so they say, problem is they aren't as enthusiastic enough to look for one), they got the idea of forming a group true to its title. And what do they do as a group? Well, there's a disco club infront of the residence with girls in hot bodies and being goodlooking's (even when pennyless) proven an advantage.So they get up,dress up and go flirt with the ladies the whole night. Then dawn comes and they go to our room to sleep the whole morning and wake up only when called to eat lunch or dinner.. the life. *sighs* I wish my life was as easy as theirs. No responsibility. No duties. No obligations. On second thought, I'd rather not. XD

Most of the time, especially when Kenny goes out to work in the afternoon until early morn', they're the ones I talk with. And most of the time,its those senseless topics that interests them that we discuss about. Pervs as guys are, they often take the subject to a more "mature"setting.And I'm always the one who asks to stop the conversation to a more wholesome one. It gets me uncomfortable and often affected when they talk about it: did, see and felt based on their experience, anything done when doing the deed. It leaves me awestruck to hear them so vulgar and I end up blushing and laughing at them. "we are mature people anyway..", they'd always say to me, "and besides, its the only topic we could all relate, like if Nica talks about online games,which we don't know nothing and if Kenan talks about Tekken or any arcade game only Nica could understand him and if I talk about reggaes and stuff, do you know anything about it? and if Carlo talks of girls, heck do nica cares about them, right? But if the stuff "mature" people ,like us, talk of, I'm sure as hell you can all retell and compare your stories and experiences! ". We all laughed and agreed to his reason ...what can we talk about anyway

when all they do is hang their balls the whole day? :P

But when in mood, being with them's incomparable. Like last night, we ate dinner together in our kitchen, along with one girl and another girl cousin, Ella.We shared whatever was on the table and we all ate with our hands, nibling and eating until we were full. While eating, the guys never run out of jokes. It was fun last night.

They like green jokes and loves to sing and listen to music. In fact, The CD player plays nonstop in the room. Carlo, being a DJ, has all the kind of music you coud ask for, from oldies to OPMs to popular OPM bands, a huge collection I must say, namae it and he'd play it..err except for classic music that is. :) Kenan never run out of moves to demo to us in Tekken 5. He loves to play Tekken (and often wins a challenge against his brother :P). He's also a DJ and a great guitar player next to his Kuya. I take advices from Junar who hailed himself founder of "The Tatlong Itlog". Being the eldest in the room,he takes pride on looking out and taking care of his younger cousins. He goals to hop aboard a ship. He's the most adroit grandchild of his grandmother. Yet the most pinned down when trouble goes too far.^_^ And they ask Kenny, the scrambled egg (the beaten up-emotionally and psychologically-egg because of his work) to be their sponsor, to be the financier of the group... O.o WTF! >.<

Though they can be a pain in the ass sometimes, they can be an extra hand when we need them. Sometimes,we leave our eggnog ( my bunnywunny) with them when I've got to go shop or go out or do something. They're really good at babysitting -- they aren't as useless as we think they are.. hehe =3

These guys, the room-thrashers, the serene-breakers, the order-wreckers( and they are proud of it!) are the life of our room. It felt so silent when they are not around. Uhmm, it meant for me a peace of mind for a moment but then I feel lonely when they are gone for too long. Pricks, I guess, are hard to unfeel..hehe

*luv yah guys!!! =3

My Wife, The Book-Eater

2006-07-15T18:50:00.000+08:00

Got this article from the Sunday Leisure section of a newspaper, issued last May 28,'06. It was the wrapper of the flowers I bought this morning for Mamilou and was supposed to dispose it when I saw something interesting to read..
umm.. wala lang. Just wanna share.hehe ^__^

My Wife, The Book-Eater

She is in a ravenous mood again. She often is. The stack of books on the small table on her side of the bed has just become smaller. She is starting on a new one. Around her lie the remains of what used to be a book. Wisps of paper, shards of cover stock, bits of binding glue, all covered in a clear viscous fluid. another hapless victim.

Staring another book? I ask, my eyebrows furrowed as deeply as I can make them furrow. i wish I had thicker eyebrows. "Envious?" se asks, bright-eyed. "No.", I snap, turn off my nghtlight, and will myself to sleep. A half an hour later, I suceed. In the morning I rise before she does, and as I walk at the door I need to tiptoe among the remains of Science Fiction Masterpieces on the floor. I heave a sigh.

Friends ask me if my wife is a voracious reader. They don't know half of it. My wife treats books unconscionably. To her they are not to be savored but devoured, with large chomps, with gurgling and gasping, while making noises one does not make in polite company. She takes the whole mass in her mouth, and unmindful of manners, picks the poor book clean with tongue and teeth, then spits out the gooey remains. One spots a fragment of a paper, a scrap of the spine -of The Chronicles of Narnia or Starship Troopers or Ender's game -on the floor in the living room, in the kitchen, in the study, in the bathroom, in the bedroom, transforming any given room in the house into a crime scene.

Viscious is the word.

Early on a Saturday afternoon, as I descend the stairs to the living room, pondering the ambiguity of Macbeth's ending(are peace and order restored to the kingdom after the regicide is himself overthrown, usurpation,and internecine struggle for the throne to continue well into the future?), I spot her sprawled languidly in the sofa, masticating contendly on Arthur C. Clarke or Ursula LeGuin or Anne McCaffrey or J. K. Rowling. With a herioc effort to hide my disapprobation, I move quietly to the stereo and put on Bach's Mass B Minor, hoping she will take a hint, see the light, pronounce her kyrie's, and mend her ways. Long ago, I made a discovery: hints are lost on her.

We both carry books in our bags whenever we go out. I will have Henry James or T. S. Eliot or Heidegger with me. She will be packing Neil Gaiman or Madeleine L'Engle or Ray Bradbury. We will come home hours later, her bag invariably lighter than mine. Not that she is in any danger of depleting her stock She has more books than I do and has gone through a larger portion of hers than I have of mine. That is only to be expected. When you go through your books as intemperately as she does, and when I read as slowly and deliberately as I do, one expects her to be the faster one.

Whatever I did see in this woman nearly a decade ago when I asked her to be my wife? Yes, I do realize that one does not look for a clone of oneself in a marriage partner, that one is inevitably drawn to one's opposite, one's compliment. Mutt and Jeff, Laurel and Hardy, Beatrie and Benedick, Heloise and Abelard. But must my spouse be so far to the other end of the personality spectrum? Must she be so different from me that the gulf between us exists as a taunt? And why must I be the only one between the two of us who is bothered by it?

The crux of the matter is: she does not understand that books are founts of learning. They are temples, relinquaries, bearers of the wisdom of ages. They are to be regarded reverently, treated with great care, read quietly but attentively. Your surroundings must be quiet, you should be itting up in a good chair that supports your spine and you must be alert. If any of these conditions are missing, then the whole enterprise is doomed to fail. You will invariably sleepwalk through the book and do it a great dishonor. Having graduated a literature major and being on my way to an advanced degree from a most reputable university, I should know.

My wife, however, will not be ruled. She does not show books the proper respect. She chooses for her delectation, not the classics (no matter how often I tell her that she can dip into my library anytime she wishes) but science fiction, fantasy and children's stories. What's worse, she opens the books with little regard for the spine, for the papaer, for their longevity. And she takes them to bed, and so cannot possibly summon the requisite attention. And she refuses to listen to my pleas.
I need not argue what happens to a person who prefers Asimov to Aristotle, Herbert to Homer, Tolkien to Tolstoy. The mind simply turns to mush, having very little nourishment to live on. The mind is filled with flights of fancy instead of thought. True, her selections are probably lighter, more entertaining. But then, one does not go to Tolstoy hoping for a good time. One goes for the beauty of misery, the exquisite suffering, the difficult wisdom gained from the slow slog through dense literature that is the highest reward of the learned mind. But being learned is not my wife's ambition. She has no such aspirations.

And so it goes on. Once in a while we will be at different sections of a bookstore, I in literature or classics or philosophy, she in science fiction, fantasy-bestsellers. I will browse discreetly, quietly, not wanting to call attention to myself. I will persue a new translation of Rilke's Sonnets to Orpheus, Harold Blooms's commentary on Shakespear's plays, or the new paperback edition of Dostoyevsky's Karamazov. But when I hear snorting, lipsmacking, and exclamatins of "Oooh!" or "Goody!" from the other side of the room I roll my eyes and hope that no one casts accusing glances at me. I look furtively to my left and right to see if there is a side exit. Moments later I duck out of the store, Hie off to a nearby coffee shop, and cool my heels (and mind). Not too long after, as the cup in front of me slowly empties and as I wonder whether I prefer the Fitzgerald translation of The Iliad to the Mandelbaum, which of the Four Quartets I like best, or whether Mozart's Requiem is essentially classical or romantic, she approches, a look of satiety on her face. She sits beside me. I sigh, then put a napkin to the corner of her mouth and wipe off the saliva and bits of pulp. She looks at me in the eye. Then she gives me an impossibly soft, unbearably sweet look and plants a wet one on my cheek.

I suppose there are many reasons far less compelling to stay married.

~true! =3

Another stolen time for me to make my last May entry

2006-05-31T21:28:00.000+08:00

It had been a busy day, a very busy week and a super busy month (and will always be busy, I guess =.=). My never-ending chores still waits for me when I get back home not to mention the never-ending issues around that really pisses me off.

My bunnywunny got his last visit to the health center last week then we got to bring him all the way to marikina to visit some people but unfortunately weren't at home. He then got a slight fever the day after which got me and his father worried, thankgod it subsided a few hours later. He's doing fine now. Turned 3 months last May 19. He talks by gabbling and smiles widely. He looks much like his father proved by the old baby picture of his father Papa brought from Lucena. Hayy.. I wish I could post a picture of my baby here. He's so cute! (No mother ever seen her child ugly anyway :P).

Nothing is permanent. Things really do change. It takes just time. And some changes hurt you and some are all right. Like now, I am no longer a teen but a mother, single mom FYI -and its damn uncomfortable to be a single parent.XS I got my first Happy Mother's Day greeting and it feels awkward and new, makes me feel proud yet disappointed. Feelings also change, heart perhaps is to be blamed. And I end up doubting and doubting is bad. I sometimes ask myself, "when will I grow up?" when will I ever stop crying at things without a clear reason and be strong? When will I change? I still feel so childdish and stubborn. And him, I thought I've known the person quite enough, but then I was wrong.. is he also changing? I can't keep up anymore and I feel so dumb. I guess people also change and if feelings do change, I hope it is for the better because... goddamnit!

*I miss playing T_T

I'm so ancient.

WHY ME!!! T___T

2006-05-10T14:59:00.000+08:00

It was a good day today. Just an ordinary day for a busy -and lazy mommy like me,we just took my bunny-wunny at the clinic for his vaccines with his father. It was exceptionally hot though and the housework made me feel a little irky. But last monday was worse! Got a lot to grumble here and there...

The day before last monday,which was surely Sunday :P, there was a house party, a birthday party. Peeps ate, socialized and got drunk though I wasn't part of it because I was afraid that I wouldn't get sober enough to attend my little angel when he needs it. It was 1am, Monday morning and people were still awake and drinking. Couldn't get myself to sleep coz of the noise outside the room but I did dozed off before the party ended. Then around 2:30am, I was awakened by some noise and the bed shoke or shake, whatever, a bit. Someone was throwing up outside the window! And it happens that our good,clean, tidy bed was beside the darn window!Amf!I rose up to see who it was and I was surprised to see Kenny's cousin who now has his head tilted outside the window, the jalousy's glasses were removed and there were reddish brown vomit dripping down the window glasses down to the wall and the floor. It was fine with me to sleep while there's that shitty thing near the bed but what was irritating was his crap stained the cabinet and the beddings and the tail of my blanket!! (I just had the bed covers changed that morning! T_T) He apologized for the mess he did though and promised to clean it up first thing in the morning. Then he went to sleep. Morning came and he was still asleep. In fact, everybody was still sound asleep. I coundn't stand the smell and the sight of it so I cleaned it myself. But I coundn't bare to touch it so I asked Kenny, who just came home from work, to wipe it off the floor. Me scrubbed the wall and the cabinet's side.hehe.XD

But that doesn't just end there. While I was laundering the rag I used, our bitchy,nagger,loud-mouthed neighbor was making parining na naman. She was complaining of the waste water from the washing machine's always gets into her supposed to be a kitchen and that used diapers were thrown near her house. I got so irritated I shouted back. I never, not once, used disposable nappies and then throw it somewhere. What's the purpose of the thrash bin?! At hindi ako ganun kabalahura! Amf! It definetly wasn't mine and I dont really care if someone did throw diapers near her house. :P

Then there's Kenjie or Kenan. He's fun to be with. Kalog. ^_^ But there were times that I wanted to poke him on the head -just to make him realize that he is getting to oblivious about that girl, which is really bad. He does nothing but eat, sleep, talk about his gf, hold the cellphone, text, call, and then eat and sleep again.. the whole cycle repeated over and over since the day he took a 5-day leave (says he felt some pain under his ribs and needs some rest, I say he was just love sick :P) I mean, he is too obsessed with Yukino or Yasha or whoever her name was. Couldn't do his own laundry, couldn't wash even the plates he used to eat ( I get to do those stuff T_T) couldn't do nothing but charge his phone, wait for a text or a call from her and he gets grumpy when he gets none. *sighs* He's like a real brother to me and I couldn't tolerate the crank he is showing. I'm just concerned. He's too young to fall in love seriously. I couldn't get to tell this to his Kuya Kenny, he might get offended kasi...
Anyway, he got really sick today and asked me if I have some medicine..

About my Kiel, my bunny-wunny? He's fine. Smiles a lot. Irate like his father.XD Love it when he's thrown up on air a little after bath, you'll really laugh out when you see the look on his face! I'd try t ask kenny to get a picture of it one time. ^_^
Just hate it when he poops though.. >.<

Enough for now. I just asked Kenny to babysit for one hour while I do this and then if I still have time, I'd check my Aerynne in MU and my Aeryelle in Guild Wars..its been a while.. But I guess I can't do that anymore, I'm 30 mins. overtime.

GAWD! I've got a tower of dirty clothes waiting for me to launder! And I still have to buy grocery and cook our dinner!! *sobs* T__T poor me, I'm loaded with housework.

*waa! I'm 21 na!! 'twas my birthday last week ^^;

Baka wo miru...

2006-04-18T19:20:00.000+08:00

Remember the time when I had the chance to talk to her? Since you told me that you were i-love with her and you were just finding the right time to tell me that you and her have this M.U., I tried to contact her and told her how a fine bf you are;if she'd taken chances with you; how sweet you are, this and that..telling her I'm ok,even if the truth was talking to her, telling her that was like tormenting, stabbing myself with a knife. I was pushing you to her as if it seemed that I'm so glad to have you taken away... But no one knows that behind those smileys I put up in our chat, behind each word I told her for your own account was my tears falling freely in my eyes down to my cheeks as I was typing and talking to her. I am perfectly aware of the people inside the internet cafe, aware that they can see me crying but hell, I dont care if they do.

Even if that time I was 8 1/2 months pregnant with our child (who you almost disowned because you doubted it was yours!). Even if that was the time I needed you most. Even if that time my parents were flaring in anger because of you and me having too kind to you after all you've done. I was on the verge of breaking down but still I tried to understand you and chose to help you with her.
Even when we were already 'living-in' did I suggested/insisted you (still) go to her place. I even told you to go and meet her the time you told me she was coming here.
Those stupid ideas I made for you just to see you happy...

...I know you did nothing (except texting and calling her >.>)
and you ended up being dumped (tsk..tsk..)

But heck! whenever I remember those moments; those memories of acting stupid and playing a fool for you; I wanted to slap myself over and over until I realize how stupid I was to do such stupid things.
And I did it because I love you (Pesteng love yan! amf!). And I guess you were too busy looking at somebody else to realize how much I have sacrificed. And because that time, all you see in me were things you can't find in me.

Now you came back, telling me how sorry you were. I couldn't believe it at first for I feared I'd be hurt again. I let the wounds heal first and let you in again (you know its always open for you naman eh :))

And then again...after 2 1/2 months, I discovered something..

I know you quite enough to make me act this way. I'm sorry if I cry too much. I cant help it. I couldn't just ignore things I see, things that hurt me and reminds me of the past. I'm not making it up - and I'm not paranoid. So, she was just a girl you found cute while playing your GW,eh? I believed you but I had this feeling that there's something about that picture. And it made me think of her again.. Oh great!

*Jealous, am I? Yes.and scared.. you can't blame me if I do.

~I ought to have told you this personally but I have a terrible sore throat, I have no voice. And I don't want a fight, I'm just telling you how I feel.=3
*Gihigugma ko naman ikaw eh! :P*

And for heaven's sake,please, Stop quoting a song and associate it with how you feel. It makes me hate the song. Really. XP

How crazy can anyone get for the sake of love?

2006-01-27T17:33:00.000+08:00

The question makes me grin..:)

It was a really weird feeling to have your ex-bf talk about his new love interest and share details on how the two of them fell in-love. It was weird for me to ask how he felt and how he wants to spend the remaining time they have before they part. It was weird that I asked him who she was. It was weird that he asked for my approval...

Just about two weeks ago, my boyfriend broke up with me.. for a reason I still can't accept till now. The moment he left our house, I couldn't feel anything, like I was numb and all I could think of was death. I was really ready to let go and end all my misery. I was thinking of commiting suicide that moment. One thing just stopped me from doing it, I forgot where I put the cutter I bought last Christmas!XD I don't know if it was a blessing in disguise that I am somehow have this STML once in a while but I was sure thankful I didn't do it. I realized there was more to live than having yourself stuck on a relationship that you know wouldn't go anywhere. I finally realized that he wasn't my end and I still have someone I could love and love me back : our baby.

Then again, I know I still love the guy. And honestly, I am still jealous. But all I wanted now is him to be happy. And I'm sure he is okay. I still consider myself lucky to have somebody like him as a father to my kid and a real friend. I'm contented with the new relation I am to him and vise verse. I just hope I could easily forget the past and move on..

*and for you girl,
..I envy YOU. :)