tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89955360994430108302024-03-05T13:53:51.391+08:00Mami PieMy mommy views and reviewsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.comBlogger47125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-44366955245997880052014-12-22T06:33:00.000+08:002014-12-22T06:33:43.410+08:00When Men Battle Infertility Too<div class="MsoNormal">
Male infertility may not sound common to some but there are
some men battling with infertility. The authors at <u><a href="http://pregnancytips.org/getting-pregnant/infertility-and-trouble-conceiving/how-to-increase-your-sperm-count-naturally" target="_blank">www.pregnancytips.org</a></u> say that in an infertility
case, 30% is caused by male infertility. This could be a hard truth for your
partner to know he’s experiencing infertility. Make him feel he’s not alone in
this battle. You can help him increase his infertility by making sure the
things that he do will not harm his sperms. He can do that by avoiding staying
in hot places just like hot tubs, Jacuzzis and saunas. Try to make him not
wear too tight pants as they can also damage his fertility, especially
cycling shorts. Using laptops on his lap for a very long time can also damage
and kill his sperms so as smoking and drinking too much alcohol. Change your
diet to eating more fruits and vegetables, these are packed with so many
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We faced this challenge before. My husband, Mark, was not totally infertile. But as a seafarer working in the machinery of the ship, he is exposed to heat most of the time for 9 months. I guess that's why, both our babies were conceived when he's already several months on his vacation in land.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-44165488142900010122012-11-08T19:52:00.000+08:002012-11-08T19:52:01.789+08:00High Expectation Means High Result<img alt="" class="spotlight" src="http://sphotos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/534021_507242082626755_1082034787_n.png" style="height: 354px; width: 582px;" /><br />
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I took this from the <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Purpose-Fairy/196758903675076" target="_blank">Purpose Fairy's Facebook page</a>. And find it really useful for my present situation. Just this week, I have already started my volunteer work as a nurse in the rural health unit. For more than a year, my brain rested entertaining concepts I learned from the nursing school.<br />
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And for 3 days that I've been reporting to the RHU, I am really overwhelmed by the number of patients flocking in the morning for consultation and for tooth extraction. Another thing is, the nurses working there are labeled as "mini doctors" because they work independently with the use of the IMCI guideline. In nursing, it's like the bible of the community health nurses in treating common sickness for children from 2 months to 5 years old.<br />
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In my mind, I always say that I already have the mommy brain, a good excuse for me every time I forget something (which happens almost always). During my duty time, I can just say that my brain has become stagnant. AS IN. It's so hard for me to understand the concept of IMCI and wonder when could I probably become an expert in it.<br />
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Reading that quote above enlightened me so much. I have to give my brain a little higher expectation so that I can live up with it. It can help me learn faster at work, since being mommy is no excuse at all. ***wink***Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-44347036158374384722012-11-02T22:27:00.000+08:002012-11-03T06:03:32.513+08:00Win Some, Lose SomeHello ladies and gentlemen!<br />
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If any has wondered why I haven't updated my blog for more than a week, then this post is a sort of my explanation, partly. =)<br />
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I promised myself that I would update this blog everyday. But I failed.<br />
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Hey, that's okay! Because <b>I have realized though, for me ha, it's better not to blog than not to have time with my <i>unico ijo</i>. </b><br />
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Yes, <b>win some lose some</b> ang drama ko this week. In so many angles.<br />
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First, as I have mentioned about my blogging concern, it did become a serious time-eater that the time I shoulda spend with my son was affected in a nega way. I know, I know, blogging and family time are juggled well enough by others. But for me, di ko pa sya masyadong reach. So I better blog, during my super extra time - well, that means, when Kristoff is asleep, chores are done, and I am well-rested. =)<br />
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Second, I will start my volunteer work in the RHU (Rural Health Unit) this Tuesday na. I am doing this to increase my chance to be hired in the RNHeals program of the DOH and DOLE in January. I want to practice na din my profession as a nurse and to help with the finances, also as a way to show thanks to my parents who sacrificed a lot to send me to college. But then, it means, I'm not gonna see my son 9 hours a day. =( I comfort myself thinking that I can, pero the other question is, how about him, can he? Gets me teary eyed. <br />
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One time, I left him to my MIL on the day that I passed my application. They told me that he was pointing to the way home. And when I came back in the afternoon, his face lightened up ng sobra when he saw me...Huhu...<br />
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I'm gonna miss the days........ <br />
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Another thing pa pala about my win-some-lose-some drama is that the things in my wishlist, like the rolling pin and the mixer that I wanna buy this November would be set aside muna since for 2 months akong magwo-work without pay. Extra expenses.<br />
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Yeah, some sacrifice for some future gain. Mabibili ko din ang mga yan.=)<br />
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Yesterday, I decided to have a relleno. Not exactly though, just the filling only...and since there's no bangus these days in town, I just use the tamarong fish. I don't know how you call this fish in your own dialect or in Tagalog, but that's it's name in Hiligaynon. <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/hulagway/4918405896/" target="_blank">See this photo from Flickr</a>.What happens in town kasi, is pag yun ang kuha ng mga dakilang fishermen sa amin, yun na lahat ang isda na mabibili mo from the vendors. Unless during our marketing day, Wednesday and Saturday that vendors flock in a place and offer a variety of fish which they get from other towns.</div>
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So, it seems that these days are tamarong days... =) That's why if you stick to the common ways of cooking this kind of fish, always, your taste buds are going to crave for something different. What I like to do with this is to fry it and cook vegetables with it like laswa, or just sauteed vegetables with fried fish. </div>
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OK. Let's go back to relleno...I'm not gonna call it with that anymore because when we say relleno, what comes to mind is always the fried bangus with a filling inside. So, let's say it's a Tamarong Fish Filling. =)</div>
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Yan na ang filling, pero inulam namin yan and I'm so happy napadami ang kain ng niece and son ko! =D</div>
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But then, I found some flour in the kitchen and just made a <a href="http://www.ehow.com/how_5092297_make-tortillas-wraps.html" target="_blank">tortilla dough </a>and stuffed it with this filling, sealed and fried it just like an empanada.</div>
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<i><b>Guys, I'm not born in a family of cooks or chefs, but I am
teaching myself, experimenting, trying, documenting, and always inspired
to make it. Just like my sister who has become a pastry chef in a
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<i><b>As long as the people I love enjoyed the meal I prepared, I'm
satisfied with what I made and I'm happy to share them with you. If you
happen to have suggestions to make the dish better, I am happy to read
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- Gusteau in the movie Ratatouille</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-7534298502769639112012-10-19T16:36:00.000+08:002012-10-19T16:57:55.227+08:00Jungle Safari Birthday CakeFive months to go pa before K turns two, but I'm already planning for his birthday. I admit, I am that excited because I want to undo things. It was a fail for me when I prepared his first birthday. Kasi naman Mark and I always reminded ourselves that we won't spend very much for the party and we underestimated the budget allotted to it. What happened was, we spent more than the estimated amount and yet the things that were supposed to be there during the party were not even bought.<br />
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So mommy's going to make his second birthday a real success. I know, he's too young to appreciate everything, but with the help of technology, everything will be documented and someday he will see all these things - someday he will feel blessed and loved to see how his 2nd birthday was planned and done.
For the theme, I'm thinking of having a Jungle Safari Party, it's because he simply loves animals! He's all too familiar with the jungle animals given the fact that he's exposed to Lion King movies and the Baby Brainy animals part. He's not also scared of animals he sees around. Future vet kaya sya? =)<br />
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Then, my latest interest is baking - swear, I really love to! If only I have my own materials, that's why a mixer and oven are in my wishlist (gosh! I already have a very long wishlist!). I want to make my son's birthday cake - of course - to add more touch of love in it!<br />
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I was searching the web for themed birthday cakes and I just found in pinterest exactly what I like!
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Isn't this really cool?
Truly, one of my inspiration! But if I'm gonna make a cake that really looks like this, it would be hard for me to slice it and destroy this work of art! Hehe!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-47397745630560520802012-10-19T11:36:00.000+08:002012-10-19T11:36:13.783+08:00Snow White and the Huntsman - Chika Lang!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am not really into movies these days. A movie theater is a 6-hour travel from town, watching online is not my pick because it's too slow to load and I haven't bought or rented a DVD of any movie lately, too.<br />
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To my luck, last Tuesday, my brother's girlfriend lent me a DVD of Snow White and the Huntsman and yesterday ko lang sya napanood. Di pa straight viewing yan kasi from time to time I needed to go somewhere to another part of the house. So pause and play ang drama ko kahapon. =)<br />
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At first, I didn't like the idea of Snow White being paired to the huntsman because I preferred William for her...hehe..at first look kaya William was more handsome and heroic than the huntsman, whom I never learned the real name. But then, sige na nga lang, when he appeared with a clean look at the last scene, it changed my mind na agad-agad...at the last scene pa talaga ha! From the start until before the last scene kasi I had hopes that at the end, Snow White and William will eventually get married, you know, like the typical happy ending of fairy tales. Oh sya, si huntsman na... and besides his kiss was the one who woke Snow White up, so he must have the true love Snow White needs regardless of who looks more handsome. =)<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-28639421076026360422012-10-18T12:53:00.001+08:002012-10-18T12:53:38.821+08:00Day Off Ba 'Ka Mo?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's Thursday and I declared a day-off as a housekeeper in the house! So, ayan, ang dami-daming kalat wherever I look in the room. =)<br />
<br />So, I would like to cancel my self-declared day-off and get back to work as soon as I finish this post. My little darling is sound asleep, and then I'll be hitting the bathroom, too.<br />
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***Sigh**<br />
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This is the life of a WAHM without a maid. But still, I don't want to get one again....Nagmamatigas lang, hehe. Kaya ko pa naman, <strike>kahit ang hirap hirap na.</strike> Harhar...drama!<br />
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Anyway, despite the fatigue I get from housekeeping + mothering + online teaching + crocheting, my little boy still managed to make me smile and be blessed and to continue to be inspired.<br />
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Anyway, here's my niece wearing the headband I made.<br />
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Pretty, right?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-45809447138272223382012-10-17T08:13:00.001+08:002012-10-17T08:13:44.713+08:00The Wife of Noble Character<div class="heading passage-class-0">
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<span class="text Prov-31-10">A wife of noble character who can find?</span><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Prov-31-10">She is worth far more than rubies.</span></span><span class="text Prov-31-11" id="en-NIV-17296"></span></div>
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<span class="text Prov-31-11" id="en-NIV-17296">Her husband has full confidence in her </span><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"></span><span class="text Prov-31-11">and lacks nothing of value.</span></span><span class="text Prov-31-12" id="en-NIV-17297"></span></div>
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<span class="text Prov-31-12" id="en-NIV-17297"><sup class="versenum"></sup>She brings him good, not harm,</span><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Prov-31-12">all the days of her life.</span></span><span class="text Prov-31-13" id="en-NIV-17298"><sup class="versenum"> </sup></span></div>
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<span class="text Prov-31-13" id="en-NIV-17298">She selects wool and flax</span><span class="indent-1"> <span class="text Prov-31-13">and works with eager hands.</span></span><br />
<span class="text Prov-31-14" id="en-NIV-17299">She is like the merchant ships,</span><span class="indent-1"> <span class="text Prov-31-14">bringing her food from afar.</span></span><br />
<span class="text Prov-31-15" id="en-NIV-17300">She gets up while it is still night;</span><span class="indent-1"> <span class="text Prov-31-15">she provides food for her family and portions for her female servants.</span></span><br />
<span class="text Prov-31-16" id="en-NIV-17301">She considers a field and buys it;</span><span class="indent-1"> <span class="text Prov-31-16">out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.</span></span><br />
<span class="text Prov-31-17" id="en-NIV-17302">She sets about her work vigorously;</span><span class="indent-1"> <span class="text Prov-31-17">her arms are strong for her tasks.</span></span><br />
<span class="text Prov-31-18" id="en-NIV-17303">She sees that her trading is profitable,</span><span class="indent-1"> <span class="text Prov-31-18">and her lamp does not go out at night.</span></span><br />
<span class="text Prov-31-19" id="en-NIV-17304">In her hand she holds the distaff</span><span class="indent-1"> <span class="text Prov-31-19">and grasps the spindle with her fingers.</span></span><br />
<span class="text Prov-31-20" id="en-NIV-17305">She opens her arms to the poor</span><span class="indent-1"> <span class="text Prov-31-20">and extends her hands to the needy.</span></span><br />
<span class="text Prov-31-21" id="en-NIV-17306">When it snows, she has no fear for her household;</span><span class="indent-1"> <span class="text Prov-31-21">for all of them are clothed in scarlet.</span></span><br />
<span class="text Prov-31-22" id="en-NIV-17307">She makes coverings for her bed;</span><span class="indent-1"> <span class="text Prov-31-22">she is clothed in fine linen and purple.</span></span><br />
<span class="text Prov-31-23" id="en-NIV-17308">Her husband is respected at the city gate,</span><span class="indent-1"> <span class="text Prov-31-23">where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.</span></span><br />
<span class="text Prov-31-24" id="en-NIV-17309">She makes linen garments and sells them,</span><span class="indent-1"> <span class="text Prov-31-24">and supplies the merchants with sashes.</span></span><span class="text Prov-31-25" id="en-NIV-17310"><sup class="versenum"> </sup></span></div>
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<span class="text Prov-31-25" id="en-NIV-17310">She is clothed with strength and dignity,</span><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Prov-31-25">she can laugh at the days to come.</span></span><span class="text Prov-31-26" id="en-NIV-17311"></span></div>
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<span class="text Prov-31-26" id="en-NIV-17311">She speaks with wisdom,</span><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Prov-31-26">and faithful instruction is on her tongue.</span></span><span class="text Prov-31-27" id="en-NIV-17312"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>She watches over the affairs of her household </span><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"></span><span class="text Prov-31-27">and does not eat the bread of idleness.</span></span><span class="text Prov-31-28" id="en-NIV-17313"></span></div>
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<span class="text Prov-31-28" id="en-NIV-17313"><sup class="versenum"></sup>Her children arise and call her blessed;</span><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Prov-31-28">her husband also, and he praises her:</span></span><span class="text Prov-31-29" id="en-NIV-17314"><sup class="versenum"> </sup></span></div>
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<span class="text Prov-31-29" id="en-NIV-17314"><sup class="versenum"> </sup>“Many women do noble things,</span><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Prov-31-29">but you surpass them all.”</span></span><span class="text Prov-31-30" id="en-NIV-17315"><sup class="versenum"> </sup></span></div>
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<b><span class="text Prov-31-30" id="en-NIV-17315">Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;</span><span class="indent-1"><span class="indent-1-breaks"> </span><span class="text Prov-31-30">but a woman who fears the <span class="small-caps" style="font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span> is to be praised.</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span class="text Prov-31-31" id="en-NIV-17316">Honor her for all that her hands have done,</span><span class="indent-1"> <span class="text Prov-31-31">and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.</span></span></b></div>
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<span class="indent-1"><span class="text Prov-31-31">Although we can say that this was written in a far different time and culture, but still we can always learn something from this, right?</span></span><br />
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<span class="indent-1"><span class="text Prov-31-31">I can just agree to all of what this says, but I know I am also far from that kind of wife. But then, I want to walk its way for I believe this is the better way. </span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-32457013404449809252012-10-15T11:42:00.000+08:002012-10-15T19:45:56.994+08:00Beautiful Monday!Today, Kristoff and I took a walk to her grandma's house. Yes! We went out a few minutes before 7, I think. I just decided to visit them before doing any house chores, because for sure, they are always undone even if I stay home, they only leave me tired.<br />
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It was a good break, a good start of the day, of the week. :)<br />
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We ate our breakfast there, and the grandma was so happy to see her grandson<i>. </i>As usual, we chatted about plants and flowers<i>, </i>that's something that my mother-in-law and I have in common. :)<br />
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And to start off the week, here are the things that really give me pleasure:<br />
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1. This rose. Did you know that this is her first flower? I planted a looooot of roses more than a month ago. However, the typhoons that came by brought flood and caused the death of some. Nobody was tending them too when we took a vacation. But still, even a few has survived, I'm very thankful. The last two weeks, I've been putting them somewhere in the yard where the morning sun can shine on them and in the afternoon, I place them back to the shade to prevent the evening rain from drowning them. And this paid off! Just look at this beauty!<br />
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2. A crochet flower headband. I bought a pattern from Emie Grace Collection a few months back and finally have my crochet headband. My first! And I'm going to give this gift to my niece and new<i> </i>goddaughter tomorrow on her Christening and first birhday! Yippee! Pretty right? I'm planning to have this as a new line of business...hmmm...<br />
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What are the things that gave you pleasure this week lovies?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-43953516652366547132012-10-10T22:19:00.002+08:002012-10-10T22:19:49.176+08:00Tiring, Surprising, Rewarding WednesdayGood evening moms! How's your Wednesday?<br />
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I'm thankful that the day started off sunny, I did the laundry - there was a lot due to the past busy and lazy days plus the non-stop rain. I have to pat my back because I'm done with most of it, just a few whites are left. Yay!***Clap, clap, clap!**<br />
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In the afternoon, Kristoff and I went to a birthday party. I haven't taken photos of the set-up and the food, but I'm so impressed and inspired. They have the mickey/minnie mouse theme. Everything's nice and organized. I like this party 'cause it made me relaxed from the tiresome morning all-out laundry duty. :)<br />
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But one thing I discovered with K at the party, <i>sumasabay sya sa mga toddlers na mas matanda sa kanya</i>! Lol! Actually, we noticed before that he likes to play with older kids rather than younger ones. But at the party today, he did mimic what the 2 1/2 year old was doing.<br />
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When we arrived, it was a little late, they were already blessing the food. However, my friend's kid, the 2 1/2 year-old was already eating on the kiddie table. <i>Di na papigil eh. </i>I like her din, she looks so cute gobbling the food.<br />
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I was surprised when K approached the table and wanted to seat on the kiddie chair, so I assisted him. Then, he tried to open his styrobox that contained the food. I opened it for him. He grabbed the spoon and fork. <i>Tama naman ang pagkakahawak! </i>He used the fork for spaghetti and then picked with his hand the foodies placed on sticks.<br />
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<i>Nakakatuwa!</i> My son just surprises me every time. At home kasi, almost always <i>ko syang finifeed, buti na lang</i> that during the few times that I allowed him to grab a spoon and fork during meals, he already made use of that experience and applied it today <i>at sa party pa ha!</i><br />
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<i>Kaso lang, andali nyang nainip,</i> I had to feed him myself 'cause he started playing with his food na after say 10 minutes of trying to put some on the spoon or fork.<br />
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He also participated with the <i>pabitin,</i> he understood that he has to grab something from there. But due to the crowd of kids, we moms just carried the littlies and we ourselves grabbed the pabitin. Hehe! Parang five year-olds lang kami ah. I got him a mini hellicopter anda mini racquet.<br />
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When we got home, he was already very sound asleep. The baby was soo tired eh.<br />
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Then I got a surprise placed at the bench at home, it's a box, and it's from Zalora! Yey! I got my new flats, perfect for some casual getup I could just pull off if the need arises. Hehe. I like it because the design makes me look tall!<br />
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Isn't life great?<br />
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Being exhausted is a normal part of being a mom, and it's totally alright because we're doing it out of love. When we see the hubby or the kids happy, then it makes us feel the same, too. But to have another thing that makes us feel rewarded, like that thing above, is a bonus.<br />
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By the way, have you checked out <a href="http://www.picmonkey.com/" target="_blank">picmonkey</a> lately? I love their Halloween themes! Can't help but include this.;)<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-26822770149915704652012-10-09T21:25:00.000+08:002012-10-09T21:33:31.809+08:00In the Kitchen: Pork Adobo with Banana<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's rainy today and I felt like I wanted some pork on the table. I couldn't leave the house because as you know it's only me and K here during the day. Fortunately, our <i>suki </i>pedicab driver, happened to pass by so I requested him to buy me ingredients from the wet market.</div>
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He bought 1/2 kg of pork and sliced unripe jackfruit. I was craving for that <i>eh.</i> But then I found some <i>saging na saba</i> in the tray which were already too ripe. No one in the house likes to eat them in that state but I thought it would be better to cook them rather than throw them away. </div>
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I remember Mark cooked adobo with this banana plus sweet potato, so I decided to cook the other half of the pork like that one minus the sweet potato.</div>
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<i>1/4 kg pork</i></div>
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<i>1 cup sliced saging na saba banana</i></div>
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<i>4 cloves garlic chopped</i></div>
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1. In a pan, saute the garlic onion and pork.</div>
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3. Add the water and boil until pork is tender. Add the vinegar and soy sauce. Simmer.</div>
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<i><b>Guys, I'm not born in a family of cooks or chefs, but I am teaching myself, experimenting, trying, documenting, and always inspired to make it. Just like my sister who has become a pastry chef in a cruise ship. </b></i></div>
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<i><b>As long as the people I love enjoyed the meal I prepared, I'm satisfied with what I made and I'm happy to share them with you. If you happen to have suggestions to make the dish better, I am happy to read it from you. Please feel free to comment on. I love learning!</b></i></div>
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<i><b>I'd like to leave you with a quote that has inspired me not to be hopeless in the kitchen ever since I heard it:</b></i></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>"Anyone can cook" </b></i></span></div>
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- Gusteau in the movie Ratatouille</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-15315551139340835232012-10-08T23:40:00.001+08:002012-10-08T23:42:21.245+08:00From the Heart of the Seaman's WifeAs of this time, Mark is on his way to the US to join his ship, Kristoff and Mom are sound asleep. And I have just finished evaluating my students in the online report.<br />
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It's a little bit busy today, running errands with Kristoff in my arms, <a href="http://blissfuldaysofmk.blogspot.com/2012/10/beware-of-virus-spreading-now-in-skype.html" target="_blank">getting rid of the virus </a>while K was asleep and while he's playing around, doing the house chores while he's watching the Brainy Baby video which has now become his favorite instead of Lion King. And in every moment of each, there was Mark calling me or me calling him.<br />
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We could only hear our voices, I know. So it might as well be the same if we talk through phone while he's still in Manila or when he's already on board. But no. There's really a difference, psychologically when the person is physically miles and miles away from you. Manila is reachable in less than a day. But continents? <br />
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I am not whining at all. I'm just expressing a humanly emotion - the longing for my other half........thinking of the 9 months that we're going to be apart.<br />
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But then again, we have to bear it, if it's the way we can give brighter future for our family, especially for the kids. Mark and I promised that we would never let our kids experience the kind of hardship that we had due to poverty. And I feel so blessed that he's very responsible to reach that dream of ours.<br />
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We always say, 9 months is short, so as to ease the longing. There's Facebook and Skype and the mobile phone to be updated with each other.<br />
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But I hope someday, someday...we can have the option of him living with us while still providing well-enough for the family.<br />
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I miss him. But I must be strong. And I will be. For him. For K. For me.<br />
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'Til we touch you again...dad...<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-73741575159953303622012-10-08T22:32:00.002+08:002012-10-11T09:54:02.953+08:00Beware of the Virus Spreading now in Skype!I missed blogging!<br />
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If not for the virus or worm whatever that is quickly spreading now in Skype, maybe I already did post something early this afternoon. It took my 5 hours away.<br />
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First, I received a message from one of my contacts stating like this:<br />
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"hey ito sa iyong larawan sa profile? http://goo.gl/5q1sx?img=teacher_pie"<br />
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I was alarmed! I thought somebody might be fooling around with me. Then I did what most of you won't. I clicked it! And! Unzipped the file!<br />
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In less than a second, my account had already sent a message containing the virus to all of my Skype contacts. It says like this:<br />
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"lol is this your new profile pic? http://goo.gl/5q1sx?img=(the skype username here)<br />
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Wow! The author of this virus is really brilliant! It is programmed to automatically place the username in the link so the greater chance for you to believe it's true!<br />
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Then, of course, my online contacts reacted to it, some were innocent while some had already known about it because they received so many messages like this in the past.<br />
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I wasn't even able to reply to most of the messages because my computer just hanged up. A friend suggested to uninstall the Skype program. It took me a long time, you know. The system was really slow.<br />
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I then downloaded Malwarebyte Anti-malware and did a quick scan which resulted to 8 viruses! After removing, Skype was installed again and I feel so relieved when the system got back to normal again.<br />
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The first 20 minutes of being online in Skype got me soo busy answering messages about the virus that my account sent. :) <br />
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I forgot to tell that I also changed my Skype password and clicked the Tools from the menu, then Options, Advanced, Manage other Programs' Access to Skype, and removed all the .exe files.<br />
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It really seems unbelievable, my darling baby boy has turned one and a half yesterday.<br />
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***Sigh**<br />
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Of course, of course, I'm happy! It's just that...I couldn't believe he's this grown up and it seems like it was only yesterday that I gave birth to him. My, he looked so cute and helpless in my arms I could just imagine I could hold him like that forever.<br />
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And just look at him now...he has turned into a little version of his dad! A very cute....little.....monster! Hehe...My type of monster! ***Wink**<br />
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That's it. No more mommy senti moments, I have to reserve that when he turns two! <br />
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Anyway, I really love our moment yesterday. Why?<br />
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Because aside from celebrating Kristoff's birthday, my innocence in baking was finally over. My pastry chef sister made these cupcakes and I helped her, a little, haha! Actually, we only bought Lemon Square cupcakes and then place whipped cream at the top and fancied it with some choco sticks, mallows and Nips! It was my first time to touch a mixer. Haha. I owe my sister a lot! I hope we can stay over at their place again soon.<br />
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Now, here's the birthday boy! <br />
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<b>Favorite Foods</b>: Chocolate, sundae, potato fries, banana, apple</div>
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<b>Favorite Activities:</b> Dancing, hide and seek, "catch me please"</div>
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<b>Favorite Movie:</b> Lion King parts 1,2,3</div>
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<b>Favorite Animals: </b>Cow, Fish, Bird, Dog, but cow really is number 1, but the <b>house lizard</b> is the first animal he identified. :)</div>
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<b>Sweetest word I heard from him: </b>De (when he calls his dad,especially when he wakes his big man, it just melts my heart)</div>
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<b>Sweetest thing he did for me:</b> when he simply kisses me on my lips unexpectedly, it paints a smile on my lips every time I remember it. :)</div>
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<b>I LOVE YOU BABY! MOMMY AND DADDY ARE ALWAYS HERE FOR YOU, LITTLE ONE...</b></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-75567106009166053232012-09-27T22:12:00.000+08:002012-09-27T22:16:18.286+08:00Funny Free Talking Class Sharing to you tonight's conversation with my 8-year old Korean student.<br />
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Jaden: Teacher, can you see this? (Showing me a picture on his phone through Skype video call.) <br />
Me: Oh sorry Jaden, the photo is not so clear. What is it?<br />
Jaden: It's a fish! Wait...This one is a real turtle!<br />
Me: Wow! Have you been to a zoo?<br />
Jaden: No.<br />
Me: Ahha...Ok, I will show you our picture at the zoo.<br />
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I sent him the link of our<a href="http://blissfuldaysofmk.blogspot.com/2012/08/at-el-toro-zoo.html" target="_blank"> El Toro Zoo visit</a>.<br />
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Me: Can you see the birds and the fish?<br />
Jaden: OK, I'm looking at the pictures now. I can see your dad.<br />
Me: Dad? That's not my dad, that's my husband.<br />
Jaden: This fat guy with a baby?<br />
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Haha! This is one of those moments when his size gets obvious and his age doesn't. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-25591756594512730262012-09-26T06:00:00.000+08:002012-09-26T06:00:04.098+08:00Wordless Wednesday: Sunnies!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-50037159240543034072012-09-25T23:28:00.002+08:002012-09-25T23:28:42.621+08:00That House, This House, That HouseWhen I was in high school, I started planning to renovate my parents house. Not only as my expression of gratitude to my parents, but also as a gratitude to that house which has been a witness to my family's ups and downs and a refuge during a great trial.<br />
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How did we have this house? Here's the story...<br />
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<b>That House First.</b><br />
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My maternal grandparents gave my mom and pa some good old house and a nearby piece of land good for having a small orchard of apple-guavas.<br />
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I have some pretty good memories in that house. Eating<a href="http://www.filipino-food-recipes.com/icebuko.html"><b> </b></a><i><a href="http://www.filipino-food-recipes.com/icebuko.html"><b>ice buko</b></a> -</i> or coconut ice pops - since it was the family's business some 20 years ago. I can still remember the three big freezers just placed in the terrace . A few 3-5 people came every morning to get the <i>ice bukos </i>so that they can sell them around town. They would come back in the afternoon to remit their sales minus the commission.<br />
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Ahh... some of my memories in that house are still very clear especially those when I was around 4-5 years old. I couldn't imagine I could have a crush on the <i>ice buko</i> vendor who was on his teens perhaps! Lol! I even played house with him as my husband (who was sound asleep at the terrace). I gathered leaves from the garden and assumed it was our food. And because I was too noisy while playing house, he was startled and showed me an angry face. It made me ashamed of course! Maybe because I disappointed my crush, haha! I can just laugh at my young self!<br />
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At that time, my Mama Sandra and Papa Buchok, my mom's siblings were also living with us in that house. I have a vivid memory of my Tita Sandra who suddenly felt her birthing pains with my cousin Lala. We were gathered in the living room and it seemed that the adults were having fun since all I can remember is that they were all laughing. Then, at once, Ma Sandra paused and grimaced. It must be really serious since it made everybody almost panicky. Some assisting her to the room, another person leading me away from it and my poor innocent mind was asking why I shouldn't be in that same room where my aunt is. Minutes later, a woman came and later did I know that it's Tita Neneng, our midwife. After all that fuss, I heard a baby cried.<br />
<br />Not all memories are good, though. Some are not so nice and yet they're there for some good reason!<br />
After having her third child, Ma Sandra moved to another house which was also from their parents. Then, Papa Buchok got married and continued to live with us. My father, at that time, was a house husband, he's the one who took care of me and did all the household chores while my mom was teaching in a public school. Even though I was young, I could sense some conflict in the house. My father would sometimes look sad and mom and uncle talked in raised voices. Then, one afternoon, in the terrace, I saw mom and uncle facing each other, exchanging tense words...and then, right before my eyes, I saw him slapped my mom. A neighbor intervened. Nothing did I understand, except that they were fighting, there was hurting and there was hatred in me...<br />
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<b>This House Now.</b> <br />
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So, we moved. My parents built a house in front of that big old house because we couldn't afford to buy our own lot. And that house they built was more likely this <i>bahay kubo </i>I grabbed from Wikipedia:<br />
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This is a native house in the Philippines made of bamboo and nipa leaves. Yes, we fitted ourselves in this little house, all the 6 of us including our little baby girl, our youngest sibling. I also had plenty of memories here. One time, I didn't know where my mom was on that day and when Papa told me she went to the city, I grabbed this coconut husk and scrubbed the bamboo floor of the terrace. I thought mom would be happy if she sees it clean and shining! So even when the rain came, my papa couldn't force me to stop what I was doing. I was wet yet I continued to scrub! Hehe! What a head! So, when mom came home, she came home to a very sick daughter. :)</div>
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Soon after we moved, Papa got a job at the local mining and they afforded to hire someone to babysit my little sister and bring me to kindergarten. Then they were able to renovate our small hut using concretes. And it has become a little bigger and our memories with this house grew a little more each time.</div>
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Over the years of serving us, this shelter is already worn and torn, aside from the still unfinished parts. There are holes on the roof where the rainwater can happily make their entrance and wet our floors waiting for someone to slide, there's no ceiling, walls undone and <b>a lot more are needed for this house to be finally called complete.</b><br />
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<b>That House I Dreamed.</b><br />
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Mark and I plan to buy our own lot this year. It is one step closer for us to finally have our dream house. A few years from now, we will be moving. But this makes me remember <b>my first dream house and that is this house owned by my darling parents be renovated to the design they like.</b><br />
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I promised this to them, especially to mom. And I talked about this to Mark just last Sunday. I'm glad that he respects my desire for my parents. He doesn't have any qualms about it. Our condition is that, <b>his salary goes to us and mine goes to fulfilling my first dream house! </b><br />
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<b>I pray that God would bless this dream!</b><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-60643508728027209132012-09-22T12:10:00.003+08:002012-09-22T12:10:52.553+08:00I'm joining BC BloggersFinally, I am able to write something for BC Bloggers.<br />
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I was blog-hopping some time before and got curious of BC Bloggers' badge. What is it all about?<br />
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I was then led to <b>mommydiary.net</b>,
a site owned by Ms. Paula through which she blogs about her family and hosts a community
called BC Bloggers. It is a network of bloggers sharing and exchanging
links. It is a great way to know other blogging moms.<br />
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I can't resist to join. I want to be part of that community where I get to know
other people's ideas and tips to learn from them. I want to know their life stories and be inspired by them. <br />
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If you are like me seeking for a community like this, join us too by clicking <a href="http://www.mommydiary.net/join-bc-bloggers-here">here.</a><span id="goog_29286902"></span><a href="http://www.blogger.com/"></a><span id="goog_29286903"></span><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-18644530615226074192012-09-21T21:40:00.002+08:002012-09-22T09:43:20.726+08:00Let's Move and Let's LoveGood evening mothers! What are you up to tonight?<br />
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Here? I can find silence in the house, good enough for reflection. Kristoff has just fallen asleep beside me after watching Bingo and Old Mcdonald for several times and Mark is out to bond with his uncles. Most of my online students have an appointment and cancelled their classes. Yay! I can blog early! :)<br />
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Anyway, I found in my inbox a message from Nuffnang about Benetton's Let's Love and Let's Move Contest. Apparently, it has a price when you win. So it makes me really excited to make my entry, thinking of my hubby and me having Benetton's new fragrances, Let's Move for him and Let's Love for meeeee! It requires to blog about a thing that we commit to do as a move of love.<br />
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I was so focused on the price, to be honest. But while pondering on it, I've come to some important realization:<br />
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We can be great in moving and loving even through the simple random act of kindness. </div>
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For parents, we move and we love every moment when our thoughts and actions are geared towards sustaining our kids. Reading a story book, kissing a son goodnight, dancing with your little ones, and playing peek-a-boo are only a few examples that we move and love. </div>
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but sure does this random act of kindness brings goodness and joy to both us and our kids.<br />
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When I was in high school and college, I dreamed of being a Christian missionary to India or Africa. </div>
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I felt like I was being called to bring good news to the unsaved and help the less fortunate. </div>
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It is where I can best perform as a nurse, I thought.</div>
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I got married and blessed with a sweet son. </div>
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Then there's no more way but to set aside that dream. </div>
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But I love what Mother Teresa said in these two quotes, they remind me of my mission now:</div>
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But I have one special thing that I want to do on my birthday which will be on the 23rd of December. </div>
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Yay! I'm turning 25! Let's celebrate!</div>
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Actually, I have <b>an ideal birthday celebration</b> and this was supposed to be what my 18th birthday should be done. Due to some personal circumstances, however, it didn't go like this.</div>
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<b>I just want to throw a party in a poor village in the nearby barangay. There would be lots of parlor games and prices for them, Christmas gifts, and of course, food! </b></div>
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<b>But a preaching about the Holy Word would be a great start for the celebration. </b> </div>
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<b>This is my vow, my commitment, my move of love.</b></div>
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Because our Kristoff seems sooo talkative today, although we can't understand what he's saying. But he talks in long sentences of <b>arrghjauhm</b>....etc. Well, forgive me for the spelling, but that's the sound I can remember from him today. <br />
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For a first time mom like me, I find it amazing how he utters out the <strike>words</strike>sounds that I know have meanings for him. They are not clear words, but we figure them out depending on the current situation or when he uses gestures and facial expressions.<br />
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The other day, he requested to watch the Lion King and he happened to say <b>Timba</b> while pointing to the TV. Oh, my little boy!<br />
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Early today, he saw his Old Mcdonald book and said <b>Maaaaaah...</b>that's how he call it because there's a cow in that book. Whenever he saw that, he would just say the cow's sound, although I teach him everyday the sounds and names of other animals in the book. But this morning was extra special, because he finally said <b>duck</b>, yeah that sound, while pointing to the picture of the ducks! I'm just so proud of him!<br />
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More words are being added to his dada, daddy, mama and mommy!<br />
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Tonight, I was having an online class through Skype when he just went near me and kept on speaking to me with his eyes telling that I know what he's talking and he's demanding for a reply. My! He wanted a conversation! And so I just nodded and while my words were for my student at the time who was on the other line, I focused my eyes on him as if referring to him.The happy earthling was as if satisfied by our convo, smiled and went to his dad.<br />
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Every time he did this, Mark and I just held each other's gaze, smiling, knowing that some time soon, our boy will talk...I mean really talk in simple words. Way to go son!<br />
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Anyway...on the other hand, I'd like to share our photos on our Ocean Park adventure yesterday. Enjoy!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Oh, I'm more than 2 feet!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The father and son together with my sister.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">At the Sea Lion Show, Kristoff wasn't in the good mood, sleepy baby.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">A sea lion on the show. She's Sandra, the female sea lion, very clever. And the other one, not shown here, is Vincent. He's also good, but he's old so he moves slow.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me: Hey son! Your not allowed to enter there. Kristoff: Oh come on mom! Define fun!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"> </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">God is so awesome! How he had made this!</td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I never wanted to leave this room, you know.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mr. Penguin? Why aren't you moving?</td></tr>
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We were so exhausted after this fun trip, but then again, fun is fun and the memories we made were irreplaceable! I love every moment of it!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-34992108291099749642012-09-19T07:32:00.000+08:002012-09-19T07:33:54.049+08:00Wordless Wednesday: Riders in the Farm<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mark and Kristoff posed on Papa Lo''s (grandpa's) motorcycle at great grandpa's farm. :)</td></tr>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-83707201223932183212012-09-18T22:44:00.000+08:002012-09-18T22:44:58.325+08:00Kids SayBeing here with Mark in Manila gives me a good chance to know and bond with his relatives including his two sisters and a bunch of his cousins, aunts and uncles. And may I mention it's my first time to meet some of them.<br />
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I love moments like this especially when I spend time with the young cousins. They don't fail to make me wide-eyed when they start a conversation. :)<br />
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Renren (seven years old) to me: Are you and <i>Kuya </i>Mark already married?<br />
Gab (five years old) eagerly answered: You see, they already have a son, so they must have been married already.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-89937353027289003102012-09-18T13:35:00.000+08:002012-09-18T13:35:23.536+08:00Ranting and HappinessBefore continuing about our <a href="http://blissfuldaysofmk.blogspot.com/2012/09/an-unexpected-trip-to-manila.html" target="_blank">flight</a>, I'd like to reiterate somehow that since this trip was unexpected, I was also unprepared. To the point that I only got 2 pieces of blouse, 1 short, 2 undies aside form the ones I'm wearing already. And with Kristoff, he has only 2 shirts and shorts, I haven't even brought him long pants.<br />
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That's why, I feel 50/50 for my husband at that time. Fifty percent happy to be with him and fifty percent angry somewhat because hindi sya nagsabi days before that he wanted us to go with him. My gosh! He only gave me an hour to prepare while most of our clothes were wet in the washing machine. Mabuti sya at super prepared sya, dami kaya nyang dalang damit, kasi yung lakad nya lang ang planado.<br />
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Anyway, I'll stop that ranting kasi we're already here and happy naman kasi may nagpapahiram ng damit, may nagbibigay, at may mga nabili kami, at naglalaba ako everyday. Isa pa, the most important of all is that we're all together and Kristoff and I have finally met Mark's relatives here. Bonding-bonding!<br />
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I've come to realize tuloy that this is one of the moments that money can buy happiness. Kasi before, when Mark had to go to Manila for all this processing and stuff for his work, he needed to be away for two weeks while Kristoff and I were left at our town in Negros. That was so because we're thinking to save every penny in exchange of our time spent together.<br />
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But now, medyo level up na kmi. Can afford na ng konti to buy tickets for the two of us and stay here in Manila. This makes us really happy. Kasi nga 3 months na nga lang bakasyon ni Mark, kukunin pa yung 2 weeks dun? So this is better. This is really better! Happy together!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13821652952546534000noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8995536099443010830.post-18441902389235604102012-09-17T20:48:00.000+08:002012-09-17T21:47:23.257+08:00An Unexpected Trip to Manila Part 1Yes! At long last! After 4 years I'm back in Manila and it's super UNEXPECTED! As in U-N-E-X-P-E-C-T-E-D! A probinsyana like me from Negros, without really any business to do here and on a tight budget doesn't expect to be here on leisure. And I'm here with my little family, yep, the three of us!<br />
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So what really happened why we happened to be in the metro?<br />
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Actually, it's already Mark's time to report to his company's office in Ermita to sign his next contract and have his training in Cavite. He left on Tuesday last week for Bacolod and that same night, I was in so emo mode thinking that he'll be leaving us again for work for nine months! He just have a 3-month vacation - so short! And yet, we're doing this for our dreams, for a better future so that our kids will not experience the hardships we had because of poverty. This is a third world talk and I feel I don't have the right to complain. So sacrifice...sacrifice...sacrifice....I know that word. And Mark and I believe that it's for the best.<br />
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The morning after that emo-Tuesday night, came a surprising question from him through a text message:<br />
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<i>"Do you want to come with me to Manila?"</i></div>
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<i>What? Are you kidding?</i> That's my initial reaction. Then, I suddenly realized that he's not kidding at all, he was in fact very serious of that question that suddenly popped out of his mind. No, no...he wasn't asking me if I wanted to go, he has actually decided about it already. I learned that he was done calling our parents to inform them that we're going. This mom ain't got a choice.</div>
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We arrived at Silay_Bacolod Airport at 4:00 PM. I was VERY excited and anxious at the same time because this would be my very first flight. And Kristoff's too!</div>
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Isn't it beautiful? I never knew we have this in the garden until this week.</div>
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