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I’ve been “away” from the worlds (here and out there) for some time now, more or less a month of placidness and silence. Though I did drop a few comments on some of my friends, I could still feel and see myself “not moving” my body and wanting to just sleep rather than work. My wry smiles and grim humor have made me look a bit older, with obvious manifestations on my very dry insipid hair and pimpled imperfect face. Yes, worries and stress could make one ugly and old. I was not spared.

With the momentarily jobless status of my hubby and my shaken credibility and competence at work, I could hardly think of pleasing thoughts and happy activities. In times like this, I try not to be affected, really, but the magnanimous impact of these recent events in my life is taking its toll quite victoriously. However mighty and courageous I am to fight this particular life’s battle, exhaustion and negativity are too forceful in their goal to tumble me down. Yes, I am bent a little awkwardly, but my head is still far from the ground, my feet are still glued toward the earth, and my head is refusing to lose this battle.

My hubby just signed a new contract with a new company (a call center again). It’s been 4 days now since his first day at work. He will undergo a month of training before he could finally go live on the floor. On a daily basis, he eagerly tells me how the training went that day and how he passed the oral exam and so on. As a wife who silently, for a time being, doubted his capability to raise a young family, I am glad and pleased with his new serious determined effort to regain himself and prove to me once more that he is indeed “my man”. I could sense his enthusiasm to excel; his wounded pride has begun its healing process.

This man, my hubby, is “my man” through thick and thin. Let the whole world know that.

Meanwhile at work, my seemingly overzealousness has quite subsided. I know I am “now” doing better at work. One of my bosses approached me and told me that it’s not my fault “entirely”. The client is making criticisms unfavorably in order for them to have a suave exit. Yes, they want to pull out the project I am handling alone (other projects are being handled by more than one person). Why don’t they just say it directly and we’d be good? Fortunately, their wanting out is not because of my “errors” but because of cost-cutting. Somehow, I felt a bit vindicated.

Just this morning, a colleague asked me how am I doing. I just replied sheepishly, “Oh, I am doing great. Thanks for asking”.

How about you, how are you doing?

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It’s been awhile since my last post. I have had a lot going on like most people do, plus the fact that I have an infant to take care of, which spells a huge difference. I’ve been stressed out from work because of the recent “errors” I’ve heedlessly committed. Much to my dismay, there were a lot of them; more than my 2 hands can count. My bosses were expectedly disappointed (and so was I), hence my now “zealousness” at work slightly exhaust my mind. The remaining energy I still possess after work is consumed by my baby boy who is now 71/2 months old. What is left for writing is nada.

In addition, the news from hubby 2 weeks ago made me so worried. He was laid off from work because their client pulled out the project sooner than expected. I know that God’s resources are countless and that alone should have pacified and calmed me, which did not. Yet true enough, after just 1 week of waiting, he is now employed again. This and the above-mentioned work stress have resulted in this month-long hiatus from blogging.

I missed blogging and blog-hopping as well as my blogger friends. I am very sure that they have tons of posts that I failed to read. Sadly, this “busy mode” might continue on until I am able to regain my confidence at work and the trust of my superiors, not to mention my own peace of mind. However, I would still insert some thoughts/stories from time to time as well as visit other blogs and drop a comment or two if time and energy permit me.

For the meantime, let me give you this picture to inspire you (and me as well).

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God bless you all!

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There has been a debate going on between what really transpired in LUST open party held on January 16, 2009, at Greenmeadows. The said party was organized by Poveda third-year high. school students.
A letter from Mrs. Celine Piezas, mother of Marcel, was all over the net. Marcel, a second-year Ateneo student, was mauled by a group of high school students. Read this. Then a rhetoric letter was also made by STOYA kids who defended the misbehaviour and it goes like this:

Here’s the whole story, we’ll try to keep it as short as possible:
So most of you know what happened in Lust. An Atenean got beaten up for molesting a girl (correct us if we’re wrong, but this isn’t what the entry is about). We all know stuff like these are BOUND to happen but when your parents call up your school to complain, things get ugly.
The school started investigating on students who were involved in organizing parties. As soon as we heard the news, we approached that sophomore and told him to tell his parents that we HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH IT BECAUSE THAT WAS THE TRUTH. Surprisingly, this only added to the flames as his parents felt that their son was being threatened. OBVIOUSLY, all our names popped out together with the Asylum people once the investigation began. Since we never had started GM-ing Nitro, the school decided to interrogate our brothers in 3rd year, leaving us on the sideboard. They were threatened to be expelled and what not, but after they talked to several people (parents, school officials, you name it), they replied with letters explaining that open parties are obviously out of their hands but once trouble happens in these said events, the organizers will be forced to take full responsibility facing charges from BOTH the school and parents.
It’s our graduating year and EVEN THOUGH FIGHTS NEVER HAPPEN IN OUR PARTIES, we wouldn’t want to take risks. Rumors say that school officials and parents plan on dismissing/expelling us if we pursue Nitro as to set an example of how not to treat the last days in high school.
We would like you to know that one of the things we are most proud of would be the crowd in our parties. We love you guys ’til death! The guys don’t fight, the girls actually aren’t all KJ and snobby. You make us smile and give us our daily energy; all the words of encouragement and positive feedback.
HOWEVER, it can only take ONE person to destroy a party. All he/she needs to do is to tell his/her parents to call up the school, name names and say drugs or what not has been going around. Also, the police can always be ordered to go to a party to end it. We all know for a fact that it’s illegal to drink at such an age. We’re just disappointed something like this had to happen for something not big at all. Pucha, everyday people DIE due to far more worse incidents than mere fist fights and now people start making this such a HUGE deal since it happened to someone close to them? Parties have been going on since FOREVER which is precisely why we can’t see why this had to happen NOW. We have no other intention but to have FUN when we host parties so don’t call us insensitive and immoral for promoting alcohol under the age of 18. You’ve never had a shot of vodka or a cold glass of beer? Don’t be a hypocrite and lie. It’s part of high school, face the fact! We are given the CHOICE (hence the name OPEN party) whether to drink or not. Also, It’s the parents’ choice to allow their children to go and do these things so if you have a problem with parties, don’t allow your children. It’s as simple as that! Don’t go around whining and complaining how evil the young adolescents of the Philippine society are today. You just cannot see yourselves 40 years from now telling your friends, “Pare, naalala mo ba nung nasa highschool tayo nung nag perfect ako sa Math quiz?” That’s complete bullshit. Chances are most of you will be talking about the first time you smoked up, got drunk, or kissed your crush.
Enough with the hate towards them; Who are we to say what’s right from wrong? It’s not how the world works and there isn’t much we can do.
The bottom line is: We STILL need to follow the rules because we chose to study in this school. STOYA has decided not to push through with Nitro or any other party ’til further notice due to an incident blown way out of proportion.
This completely saddens us as we never intended to make things this way. We obviously still want to make parties. HECK, Valle Verde 4 was already paid for and our Greenmeadows reservation (Expulsion 2) for April 3 has been set. SAYANG. We planned to get SOBERCLUB, ELATION AND PARTY FUEL for our last party as a thank you present to all our supporters and friends! Our dreams of creating 7 parties in 12 months are most likely not to push through! Eight if you would even include Dipsomania. Although it would be too early to say that this would be the end for STOYA’s parties, We would like to thank you all for supporting us and hearing us out! Just remember that life is such a precious gift so we should all make the most out of it.
To sum it all up, people will never believe in the same things. This is what makes Earth a more challenging yet exciting place to live in. A famous quote goes, “If you want to fail, try pleasing everyone.” But what’s important is that you believe in something and stand by it, and we believe in creating the best parties which will make your high school stay a one worth remembering! With the school and parents breathing down our necks, doing this has become immensely difficult and one thing we surely don’t believe in is making half-assed parties. Once again, we’d like to thank you for all of your support, this isn’t the last you’ve heard from STOYA…we’ll all be 18 and legal next school year anyway. 🙂
Repost this entry if you wish.
We’re kinda sad now but you can cheer us up by bringing ALL YOUR FRIENDS to ASYLUM on FEB 20 in the GREENMEADOWS CLUBHOUSE. Naghahatak kami ’til death and we can guarantee a minimum of 500 people. :> So, congrats in advance, Blacklist! Libre after ah. =P

Much love,
STOYA ’08-’09

Because investigation is still going on (hopefully) and there is no reported actions by the authorities yet (the soonest possible I hope), I cannot go beyond beyond what Marcel’s mother’s concern. I sympathize with her. She has the right to do what she did. After all, she is a mother; a mom has to do what a mom has to do, right?

With this latest event, I could hardly imagine the lifestyle teenagers of today have. As a mother, I feel alarmed with the things and activities they are engaging themselves into, particularly of the following:

(1) alcohol
(2) sex
(3) violence
(4) illegal drugs
(5) language profanity/obscenity

Although my son is still few years away from going to school, I am already intently listing my criteria in choosing a good school. But nowadays, we cannot count on our school system. Even those that are labeled “reputable” and “catholic” schools are blemished by intentional wrongdoings of its students. There is no such guarantee anymore.

As a first-time parent, I am confused as to how I would like my child to grow up. What kind of discipline I should impose? When do I say no and when do I say yes to his pleadings? Should I practice “spank” discipline and be labeled as abusive parent? Is it really true that the way a child acts is a reflection of the kind of parents he/she has? These are just a few of the many things that concern me. Parenthood is indeed a complex job!

I hope parents of today would realize how important and crucial the role we play in our children’s lives. They see us everyday. Let us give them a strong and unshakeble foundation – God’s words.

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Alfie Pattern, a 13-year-old boy from Britain, has become a father to baby Maisse Roxanne, weighing 7 lbs 3 oz. His girlfried Chantelle Steadman was 15 when she got pregnant. She said, “We know we made a mistake but I wouldn’t change it now. We will be good, loving parents.”

I do not know if I should believe this but it’s all over the net and has been the talk in mommy (and daddy) forums. At first I thought this is another hoax by those people who want either money or fame, or even both! However, if this is really true (I hope not!), I feel sad for the two adolescents and the newborn

Alfie is just a child. How could a child raise another child? Look at his frail small body. He barely looks 10, let alone 13! I can’t imagine him working hard to earn money so he could provide for his baby. When asked about how he could support the baby financially, Alfie answered: “What’s financially?” He is indeed a child in body and mind!

The world’s changing society is becoming “broken” indeed as the news call it. The parents of these two children should have protected them from the celebrity-like life the two have now. It used to be that this kind of “shame” was being kept secret in the family. The same “shame” is now being “shown” to the world, publicly announced for profit? A sad reality in life. I hope baby Maisse would grow up in a loving and supportive family. A young family could still “grow” to be God-fearing and not “broken.” There is still hope. Let’s pray for this new-breed family as well as for our children. They may grow up and come to know that this “world” of ours is still the best place to live in.

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Today’s Mommy Moments theme is “love letter”, that is, a love letter of your child(ren) or your love letter to your child(ren). Because OMB is only 6 months old, he could not write yet (obviously, but it’s just a matter of months more lol!). I opted to do the latter option, with the help and guidance of my hubby (of course!) 🙂

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Dear OMB,

Ever since you came out into this world, I’ve become a new person. This person that I am now is a better version of me. I’ve become patient, loving, compassionate, understanding, responsible, and more focused. All these because of you. You, my little boy, brought out the best in me, qualities that I once thought not part of my being. You made me love myself more. You are the main reason why I feel joy in my heart everyday. You made me understand that I need to be happy; now I have a reason to value my life and my work — you gave me direction, you gave me light, you gave me color. I am falling inlove with you every single day. I am looking forward to each passing day, the early morning sunshine, with you in my arms. I have loved you even before you become you. I love you now and forever.

With more love,
Nanay and Tatay

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Love is really in the air. I went to the market the other day and guess what I saw. Flowers! Lots of them along the road. Red, pink, and white roses are mostly the bestsellers. Roses being lined up, in bouquets and in long stem, made me stood in awe and just looked at them in admiration. Then I thought to myself, “Gee, how come I like roses now?

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Actually, dear readers (there are about 5 of you I guess lol!), I do like flowers. Why not? They are nice to look at. A rose is a symbol of love, passion, and romance. Any woman would love to receive a bouquet of roses especially from a loved one. Any guy knows that. All men, except my hubby!

Would you believe that eversince I met my hubby (OMH), he has never given me a gift of flowers on any occassion? Probably never for a Valentine gift. “I’m just not that type, baby.” This is his line whenever this kind of topic pops up in one of those conversations when (for only a few episodes) I’m feeling a bit unappreciated and unnoticed, and then I would inject a statement like this: “I missed accepting flowers as a gift.” He would just shrug it off and would unsurprisingly come up with an excuse like this: “But you told me when we were just going out as friends you hate accepting flowers on Valentine’s day. You said it’s so jologs.” When he starts sounding like this, trying to justify his lack of romance in his blood, I would just give in and nonchalantly change the topic.

Ok. A little confession here. I used to dislike flowers (take note: past tense), especially during Valentine’s day. I had a suitor who gave me a bouquet of red roses at the mall on our date. I thought I looked stupid carrying flowers while walking inside a mall on valentine’s day! Hence, my dislike on flowers during heart’s day. Reasonable enough? For me, yes.

So when I met OMH. I somehow “accidentally” gave him an impression that I didn’t want to receive flowers on heart’s day. But I fell (still inlove) inlove with him. Everything was(is) nice and easy, light and sweet, blue skies and colorful flowers (that’s it!).

Sigh. OMH took it seriously. Instead of flowers, he gifted me chocolates, books, clothes, nice dinner, kisses, hugs. Not bad at all, of course! No complaints on those things. None whatsoever.

But flowers, roses specifically, are romantic. The touchy-feely essence of it is something else. The “love, passion, and romance” character of a rose is best magnified during heart’s day, and what’s great way to feel loved and special is through receiving a bouquet of roses this February 14, am I right?

The truth of the matter is, after all these nonsensical narration and divulging on the essence of roses, this post is actually made with an intention of “coercing” OMB to buy me flowers (ha!ha!ha!). I hope he gets to read this before Feb 14 and be able to get the (OBVIOUS) message.

To OMB, if you’re reading this: Don’t you dare give me that I’m-not-the-type excuse. OK baby?

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Musing with a song

There is one particular song that has been refusing to leave my head the whole day today. It’s the song my hubby used to sing to OMB at night before OMB dozes off.

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high.
There’s a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I’ll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops.
That’s where you’ll find me.
Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow,
Why then – oh, why can’t I?
If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
Why, oh, why can’t I?

Eversince my hubby started to work as a call center agent hence taking a graveyard shift, I was being compelled to sing that song to OMB for several nights now. It’s not working quite well. I guess my baby is missing his father’s voice, or perhaps, my voice is not soothing enough (my singing voice is bad, in short!).

Where troubles melt like lemon drops, away above the chimney tops. That’s where you’ll find me.

Oh! I am missing my husband so much. If only he could have a better day job… there, I’ve said my wish. I hope the stars heard me and would come by tonight as I sing a song of lullaby to my baby…

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