tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-405309960505919872024-03-06T04:50:49.556+08:00Womanhood and Everything in BetweenMy online journal as a woman and my thoughts as a MOM. a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.comBlogger197125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-86959116891041046592015-03-22T20:07:00.000+08:002015-03-22T20:07:17.321+08:00Spanish Sardines Pasta with BroccoliAs I am trying to expand my talent around the kitchen, I cook as much as I can during my lean time. Just the other day, I found a bottle of Spanish Sardines and thought of serving it as meryenda to my family. I always keep spaghetti pasta around for moments like this. I searched the net for a quick recipe and landed on MommyJuvs' <a href="https://mommyjuvs.wordpress.com/2013/02/25/chow-time-angel-hair-pasta-with-spanish-sardines-and-broccoli/" target="_blank">blog</a>. Luckily, I have a bunch of broccoli as well. <div>
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Thanks to my SIL for the Spanish Sardines. She bought it in Dipolog when they went there for the CNY.<br />
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The recipe includes lemon juice but because of my excitement of feeding my household with a new dish, I forgot to add it. It also calls for onion and I don't know why I didn't include it as well. Remember I have a poor memory?<br />
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And here is the outcome! It really tastes good even if I missed the lemon juice and onion. But if you want to have a chunk of sardines to chew on, you can use two bottles for 500 grams of spaghetti or angel hair pasta. For the complete recipe and procedure, click <a href="https://mommyjuvs.wordpress.com/2013/02/25/chow-time-angel-hair-pasta-with-spanish-sardines-and-broccoli/" target="_blank">here</a>.</div>
a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-63271387729576833452015-03-17T13:49:00.002+08:002015-03-17T13:49:46.994+08:00Is it worth keeping or is it time to quit?Have you been working your arse off lately to finish a project and no appreciation was sent your way? Are you having sleepless nights already because your to-do lists are never-ending? Do you still feel valuable and happy at work? Oh well, if it is YES YES and NO, I guess we share the same sentiments my loves.<div>
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You see, it never really occurred to me to stop working at age 31. Because (1) I am still too young to retire, (2) I want to help my husband with our finances and (3) domestication is not really my thing. But who knows, I might rock my new role now. Lol.</div>
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Going back, I would like to share to you my recent realizations on identifying if your job is no longer worth keeping. Read on!</div>
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I have nothing against someone who brings home paperworks but personally, I would rather not. This is no longer healthy for me because I want to have a balance life. I work to live and not the other way around. And I have a wonderful family who waits for me to come home. </div>
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That is only a short list, I know. But this is based solely from my experience. Hehe. If you can still add something, feel free to post in the comment section below. Let's help our fellow moms understand their value and worth in this world. We don't need a paying job if we are being violated na. Naku, I have to stop ranting kasi I've been wanting to keep a positive vibe na. </div>
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a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-43902426295935884412015-03-16T21:29:00.000+08:002015-03-16T21:29:07.103+08:00Rekindling my LOVE for writingI have yet to share what made me so frakkin' busy for the past 9 months of hiatus and here I am announcing my break up with it. (Un)officially, today marks the beginning of my domestication as I choose staying at home to watch after my kids and leave the corporate world where I just started to shine bright like a diamond. Unofficial because I still have to work at home for a few days and maybe visit the office one more time this week for a smoother transition. Other than that, I am officially a stay-at-home mom. Feels great, I tell you! (You can now roll your eyes. Lol.)<div>
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Although I am not really sure how long this will last, I will surely savor each moment that I will feed, bathe and pamper my kids. I can now play with them all day. And I would be looking forward to our bedtime stories. But alongside with the wonderful things that I am looking forward with the kids, I know my life would never be quiet and easy. I know that there would be more arguments and heart-wrenching moments. But I will not give up on my kids as my mother never gave up on me. I will try and try even harder so I can raise beautiful human beings and God-fearing souls. </div>
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Just like at this very moment, my eldest is whining and making tantrums for some unknown reason. I asked her why, twice and got no answer but more whining. I should leave you all once again with a short post but with a promise that I will be writing more often now.</div>
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a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-91913000696907711752014-06-21T10:27:00.001+08:002014-07-02T13:24:43.157+08:00One Step At A TimeAs a working mom, I often feel guilty of being away from my kids during daytime so I usually find myself rushing home every night hoping to spend some time with them before they fall asleep. I am a regular commuter and that means more travel time for me. It sucks, I know right? Maybe this time you could imagine me running and snaking my way out of the crowded MRT station to catch a jeepney. I am in a constant hurry. I find it uncomfortable if not dangerous but I have no choice and I don't want to complain. <div><br></div><div>Until something life-changing happened to me last June 20.</div><div><br></div><div>I slipped, bounced 3-4 steps down (or maybe more) and fell hard on the stairs at the MRT Taft Station. I accidentally stepped on a young lady's umbrella when she dropped it and you know what happened next. My bottom was in great pain and swollen and I was there crying not attempting any single movement to avoid any more injury. The young lady who appeared to be a student didn't leave my side until someone more authoritative was in sight. I called my husband right away, my brother next. The security guards and paramedics of the station attended to me but they seem not prepared enough to such incidents. Neither a stretcher nor a wheelchair came although I am sure that the latter won't be a good choice in my case. A few more minutes of discomfort, pain and more tears from me while partly-lying-partly-sitting on the busy stairs of the station until someone from Red Cross came to my aid. She was at least equipped with first aid kit which I doubt I needed that time. All I wanted was to be brought to the nearest hospital so I could undergo an xray to know the status of my pelvic area. I was scared of the thought of not being able to walk again. I was beyond scared actually. I have a cousin who was in a bus accident and it took her 3 painful months before she was able to walk because her hip bones were dislocated. Maybe I was a little paranoid but what the heck, I was in pain and my bottom is swollen so anything could happen, right? While all these were happening, I was silently praying to God to take care of me. And He did, undoubtedly. Thank you, oh Lord!</div><div><br></div><div>The Red Cross ambulance arrived after some time and brought me to San Juan De Dios Hospital for more medical attention. The doctor inspected my legs, thighs, back and hips for any injury and fortunately, nothing else hurts. The hubby and my brother with her fiance arrived shortly before I was brought to the laboratory for the xray. A few minutes passed and the result came clean and clear, oh I was crying in joy!</div><div><br></div><div>And then there's the lessons to be learned, of course! I just didn't think it would come in a painful way.</div><div><br></div><div>I am always like this. Always in a hurry. It is actually stressful but I always want to be two steps ahead of everything. Now I realized I should take time to breathe and enjoy every steps I make. I should learn how to manage my busy schedule without compromising my safety. I should start to learn to let go of unnecessary stress and live a healthy life. Simply put, I should take one step at a time and enjoy this journey called life. :)</div><div><br></div><div>P.S.</div><div><br></div><div>Thank you to the Red Cross team who brought me to the hospital. I forgot to ask for your names. And please please always donate even a little amount to those Red Cross can that you see at every MRT Station. Your penny really matters to those in need.</div>a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-916098022141296872014-06-13T16:09:00.001+08:002014-06-13T17:11:15.604+08:00A quick trip to Baguio: Day 1<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I was two months pregnant with the Little Girl the last time we were in Baguio. Ate couldn't remember much except for the horse and boat rides. And she was delighted to be back and enjoyed the city one more time with her little sister this time. I didn't have much of an itinerary since I wanted to savor each hour instead of rushing everybody just so I could complete my list. Chill chill lang ang peg namin that weekend. </span></div>
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After settling in our rented place, I was grateful to have eaten a heavy breakfast at Lola's house because we started the day with a calorie-burning-heart-pumping-hike up Our Lady of Lourdes Grotto. </div>
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a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-17591127335439371632014-06-13T14:30:00.000+08:002014-06-13T14:40:09.120+08:00A quick trip to Baguio: Faes Transient HouseThe hubby hates long-planned activities, instead he prefers spur-of-the-moment happenings. Our weekend trip to the Summer Capital of the Philippines is a good example of this.<br />
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I immediately called my Lola to inform her of our plans and searched and searched for a hotel that can cater our needs only to find out that almost all the hotels are already fully-booked that weekend. The scorching heat of summer in Manila pushed almost everybody to hike up Baguio. I ended up looking for a transient house and I found one along Naguillian Road which is an advantage to us since we'll be coming from La Union. And we're all set!</div>
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<i>#2 Himalaya St., Shangrila Village, Baguio City</i></div>
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<i>Contact Number: </i><a href="tel:09285209144" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">09285209144</a></div>
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a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-51857407729389004662014-06-11T09:15:00.001+08:002014-06-13T09:39:32.220+08:00Gadgets No More!!!<span style="font-family: inherit;">My kids used to love arts and outdoor activities, especially Ate. She would often surprise me with cards with "I love you" and hearts all over the paper. She would color, scribble, write and draw nonstop until all her books are filled with her cute little doodles. They love playing hide and seek while both of them hide and well, no one left to seek. :p They love running around our small garage. And they always fight whose turn it is for the bicycle. Silly kids!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">But there came the day that we thought gadgets are cool and awesome. Everyone seems to be enjoying it. Almost all of my friends' kids own one. And they look smart with it. So we gave in and introduced iPad to the kids. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">It was good at first. The Little Girl learned songs from YouTube. Ate enjoyed watching PlayDoh tutorials and had fun playing kid-friendly games. They learned how to share since there's only one iPad for both of them. And the best part of it, we had some time off with the kids which meant more quality time for me and the hubby. We started to enjoy our coffee and mealtime without the Little Girl climbing our lap. I got to enjoy me-time in the shower longer than the usual. I had some moment of peace. It helped us one way or another. Or so I thought.</span></div>
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a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-32875597245281023182014-04-23T12:35:00.001+08:002014-06-13T09:38:46.137+08:00Memory LapsesNote: The incident happened the day before we took off to Mindoro for the much needed vacay a.k.a. Holy Week. I wrote this the following week. And because I have a very bad memory, I forgot that this has been sitting in my draft folder. :p<br />
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My memory failed me last week and caused me taxi fares yesterday. <i>Masakit talaga sa loob ko kasi I wasted 400 para sa wala</i>. I had a major memory lapse Tuesday evening, you know. I left the office forgetting to log-out, I only remembered it when I got home. Not only that, I also gave doubtful informations to BDO's customer service when my ATM card has been retained while I was attempting to withdraw from their branch in Shangri-La mall. I was telling the lady wrong account's branch. <i>Kaya pala </i>she kept on asking me questions. <i>Siguro iniisip nya </i>I stole the card. I was not able to know why my card was captured. I perfectly understand it though, in fact I am glad to know that my money is perfectly safe with BDO.<i> </i>They won't divulge any information regarding my account because I was giving them wrong account details. <i>Naging hassle lang talaga sakin, </i>wrong timing <i>lang 'ika nga. </i>Angela was having high fever that time and I was supposed to buy her meds <i>pero waley, kinain yung ATM card ko!</i> I was cursing on my way home.<br />
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a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-83621705631066548132014-04-15T23:38:00.001+08:002014-05-07T10:22:37.101+08:00Summer Activities<span style="font-family: inherit;">For the past couple of years, our family haven't had any major summer activities even for the kids. We were happy being homebound with a few visits to the mall every now and then. We were okay staying at home, playing with the kids, watching our favorite local channels, liking every FB posts of our friends' bikini body and drinking a can of beer during some sleepless nights. I can't even remember the last time we went swimming. Oh well, we have gone to the beach whenever we're at the hubby's hometown because it's basically a walk away from the in-laws' place but it doesn't equate to "summer" for me. The kids don't seem to mind but I know I am somehow depriving them the fun. So this year, I promised my kids a fun-filled summer.</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">The McDonald's Kiddie Crew Workshop is a 5-day summer program specially designed for kids ages 6-12 years old. During each workshop day, Kiddie Crew members will get to experience on-floor training like greeting customers and assisting the crew at the drive-thru and front counters; showcase their skills through creative art workshops; and learn the importance if hard work, discipline and teamwork, through values formative lessons.</span></i><i><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></i><i><span style="font-family: inherit;">At the end of the workshop, a series of graduation are held in major cities all over the country to recognize the achievements of all Kiddie Crew members and their families by treating them to a day filled with exciting booths, games and a ton of prizes. -- taken at https://mcdonalds.com.ph</span></i></blockquote>
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I really felt down and low when you abruptly disconnected our postpaid lines. Without any advance notice. Without unpaid bills. Oh no, you didn't just cut our lines. You totally removed our communications to the outside world. No outgoing transactions, no incoming ones, no f*cking signal!! WTF, Globe?! I was loyal to you all these years, why this?<br />
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I calmly called your customer hotline in the first few hours, after I've done more than enough of phone resetting, just to add more anxiety to my existing dilemma. I've learned that you disconnected our postpaid lines due to security reasons. Again, SECURITY REASONS. What am I now, a threat to you or to this country? Did you have any single idea what went through my mind after hearing those words from your agent? To add more inconvenience, I was told to go to your new office in BGC and look for Mr. Uychutin, which I've gathered is somewhat a big boss to your Security Department. The postpaid accounts are under my husband name. Globe, my husband and I are amongst those ordinary subscribers of yours who work hard to be able to meet their monthly dues. We are no VIP, nor security threat to you or to this country.<br />
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The waiting game isn't over as I type this rant. But more than this predicament at hand, I was just wondering what would be the case if this happened to someone, let's say in Visayas or Mindanao area? Isn't it such an inconvenience to say the least? Come on, Globe! You have a lot of issues waiting to be resolved. Do something <i>naman</i>.a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-39122922563964954932014-01-07T14:30:00.001+08:002014-01-07T14:30:21.323+08:00I will be a BETTER daughterLast Sunday night, while the Little Girl curls beside me because of her high fever, I had a bad moment with my mom. Entirely my fault. I was supposed to put "I am BAD" as the title of this post but decided to stay positive. Hence, I will be BETTER, sounded more appropriate.<div><br></div><div>As I have (always) mentioned in my previous posts, I am not totally cool. Way back when I was younger, my mom shed a lot of tears because of hard-headed me. I know I have given her enough reasons to give up on me but she didn't. Because she loves me. And I can't thank her enough.</div><div><br></div><div>We had a lot of arguments even before. Because my mom is always emotional and sensitive, during our fights I tend to become louder. Just because I wanted her to hear me out, I would deliberately put on a higher tone and in an annoying kind of way. All through these fights, I would endlessly point out her weaknesses without even noticing mine. I would always tell her that all I want is to see her happy yet I am the only reason of her crying. All these occurred to me last Sunday. I felt ashamed of myself. I am hurting the only person I know who will stick with me no matter what. I am unintentionally hurting the woman whose love for me is unconditional. Oh Lord, forgive me! I prayed and prayed that night that mom won't give up yet because this time, I really really wanted to make it up to her. </div><div><br></div><div>As this realization sinked in to me, I want to be BETTER. I'd like to be the best daughter, but I'll start with being a better one. I want my mom to feel proud of herself for raising me up. I know our differences are inevitable, but those aren't enough reasons for me to hurt my mom some more. I have a lot to fix. A lot. But I know I'm doing good already because I am learning to accept my mistakes. </div><div><br></div><div>I am quite certain that I can only be a better mother once I became a better daughter. </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9X3tFEtrQWB_kE5B3qIOWepvtOHJ2dPNAPyfxBFMFoefM-uXx7iiIx6GMSVpoX7m1AM30l6fQNsQ1FpdKQKJV-GNo56ERhfAxe6DXCw_LK_D5Dtu2HHpEoy7X5RjY6VGIjNIL8R5Jfg/s640/blogger-image-352845914.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9X3tFEtrQWB_kE5B3qIOWepvtOHJ2dPNAPyfxBFMFoefM-uXx7iiIx6GMSVpoX7m1AM30l6fQNsQ1FpdKQKJV-GNo56ERhfAxe6DXCw_LK_D5Dtu2HHpEoy7X5RjY6VGIjNIL8R5Jfg/s640/blogger-image-352845914.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Mama, I know you haven't forgiven me yet. Don't. At least not yet. I want to deserve it this time. Let me be a better daughter. I promise you I will.</div><div><br></div><div>I love you from the bottom of my heart.</div>a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-41340918347144142222014-01-06T21:05:00.001+08:002014-01-07T14:46:36.638+08:00Sibling LoveA few days ago, I have mentioned how Ate seems to feel a little jealous of her baby sister. But I knew it was all normal. Because their love for each other is enormous that I don't have to worry. And then I was able to capture this,<br />
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a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-20922199670959490232014-01-02T16:21:00.001+08:002014-01-07T14:45:28.248+08:00Welcome, 2014!!Despite being exhausted for the past few days because I have no househelp, I still want to stay positive in welcoming 2014.<br />
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Generally speaking, the past year has been very good to me and my family. We moved in to our very first abode early this year. We bought another car this year, too. We made
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Oh, I have equal respect for working mothers. Although most of us have someone to look after the kids those time that we are at work, it doesn't make us less of a mother. The responsibilities and issues are all the same. Nothing less.<br />
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I have mixed emotions now that I have two kids. I am (most of the time) elated by their innocence. Their warm embraces immediately erase my worries. Their wet kisses here and there warm my aching body. Their laughter sets my mood. And the list goes on and on....<br />
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But along these happy moments, there are also tough times. There are endless running, shouting and whining. The whole house could be a complete mess in seconds. Toys are scattered everywhere. And then there's sibling rivalry and jealousy. This is difficult. My two daughters get along pretty well early this year. Angela didn't show any signs of jealousy until the past few months. I don't know how I wasn't able to notice it early on. Would I have prevented it if I've known earlier? I'm not sure. But I am certain that the love and attention we're showing them are equal. But I guess sibling rivalry is normal. Besides, their issues are pretty petty at this point. I just have to guide them along the way and be more attentive this time. I don't want them hating each other at the end.<br />
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1. <b>I try to spend equal-alone-time with the two kiddos. </b>Just so I can show to Ate that I love them both <b>equally</b>. This has been her issue all along.<br />
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3. <b>When I play with the Little Girl or Ate, the hubby plays with the other one</b>. So that no one will ever feel jealous of not getting attention.<br />
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4. <b>Sunday is Family Day</b>. It doesn't necessarily mean that we need to go to the mall or eat out. Sometimes cuddling in our pajamas the whole day is more fun for the kids. Or it could be watching their favorite movie over and over again.<br />
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<br />a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-7221599213672300052013-12-24T22:10:00.001+08:002013-12-24T22:10:54.495+08:00Merry Christmas!!From my family to yours, a Blessed Christmas everyone! :)a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-63264962099856931582013-12-08T17:28:00.001+08:002013-12-08T19:30:09.483+08:00Rest day SundayI am totally useless today. Normally, Sundays are spent cleaning the bedroom and the closet. But today, I spent the whole day lying in bed. I actually started feeling a little off while we were on the mall yesterday, but since I didn't want to dampen everybody else's mood, I tried to manage the headache. I also noticed small red rashes on most part of my body since Friday. Luckily, it didn't worsen. <div><br></div><div>Today is different though. I woke up feeling normal despite the throbbing head. Until we came back from the church, my left eye suddenly became blurred. I can't explain how it happened. The next thing I know, I can't read a single word because everything seems to be floating and moving. Initially, I felt scared and paranoid. But after googling it, I somehow felt relieved. This could be just the migraine or the astigmatism I've long been suffering. Well, that's what I wanted to believe. I don't want to be so negative about this headache and blurry vision, just like what the homily is today. There's nothing to fear because I have a big God up there. I'm keeping my faith up and above all these pain I feel right now. :)</div><div><br></div><div>To end this post on a happy note, I will soon be posting the new experience I had in the hubby's province when we went there to celebrate his 30th. Oh, he reminded me last night about it. </div><div><br></div><div>R: Nai-blog mo na ba yung birthday ko?</div><div>Me: Naku, hindi pa!</div><div>R: I-blog mo na.</div><div><br></div><div>I guess I have a secret follower. He denies until now that he reads my blog. Hehe.</div>a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-59729463668644960192013-12-07T19:58:00.001+08:002013-12-08T15:30:55.989+08:00Saturdate with Fambam + An early Christmas gift from the hubbyWe just got home from the mall and the kids are now asleep beside me. Two things, I can blog and I can sleep early tonight. Yehey!<div><br></div><div>Since the trip to the mall was really unplanned, super duper napagod ako. If I have known na magmamall kami, sinama ko sana yung yaya ng mga bagets. I know you, mommies, will agree with me. Ibang level ng kapaguran ang pagmamall with kiddos in tow. Di ba? I was whining to hubby after 4 hours of carrying and running after my two kids. As in nakasimangot na ako sa pagod. Buti na lang hindi ako pinatulan ng lolo mo. Hihi.</div><div><br></div><div>While we were there, we also got the chance to see Hello Kitty. 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Pati ako tuwang tuwa! Hehe. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Maliban kay Hello Kitty, did you know that there's a Christmas Sale in SM MOA? I guess most of the malls are. Pero nagulat lang ako kanina kasi yung sale ng SM MOA eh nasa SMX Convention Center. Bongga di ba? No, we didn't go there. I know, sayang. Di bale, may next week pa naman. For sure until Christmas na ang mga sale na yan. Plus, we had an early Christmas shopping two weeks ago. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">How about you mga mare, ready na ba ang mga gifts? Hubby bought us our gift kanina, reward namin for ourselves this year. He bought a new TV for our bedroom. Yehey! The old TV will be transferred in the kids room. His cousin is staying there now. As I type this post, our new Smart TV is running in the background, no, not that we are excited. Lol!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">One more thing, I think I will be mobile blogging more often now. The hubby gifted me with iPhone 5s. I know, right? He's the most awesome hubby in the whole wide world. ;)</div><br></div><div>That's all for now folks! See you MORE often!</div>a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-3298145378853578262013-11-20T14:54:00.000+08:002013-11-20T14:54:16.071+08:00Writing PoorlyBelow is taken from the book of<b> Point of Retreat </b>by <b>Colleen Hoover</b>.<div>
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The more it is a <b><i>flow</i></b>, the less a <b><i>worry.</i></b></div>
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a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-45400758866951640052013-11-20T12:09:00.000+08:002013-11-20T12:09:24.513+08:00Anderson Cooper GigglesWe've seen enough of Anderson Cooper for the last few weeks when he was sent to Tacloban City to cover the distraught caused by Typhoon Yolanda. We've known him to be the guy who wears a grey t-shirt and who appears to be really really serious. And apparently, he's the one who threw our very own Korina Sanchez off the track.<br />
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And so, I was happy to see this video (when a cousin of mine posted this on her FB wall) and discover the other side of Anderson Cooper. Go watch.<br />
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<br />a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-78384315245951799352013-11-19T13:51:00.000+08:002013-11-19T13:51:20.642+08:001st Family Staycation: Acacia Hotel Part II<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Despite the hearty dinner the night before, we woke up ready to face the buffet breakfast that awaits us at Acaci. We are a family of early riser, so catching up the breakfast spread isn't a problem to us.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The Little Girl waiting for her brekky</td></tr>
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<br />I mentioned in the <a href="http://amomat25.blogspot.com/2013/10/1st-family-staycation-acacia-hotel-part.html" target="_blank">first</a> installment of this staycation that my family lives a simple life. While we have eaten in hotels, formal gatherings and classy restaurants, we still find it a little awkward and we're actually too shy to put foods on our plate. Ang corny namin no? Lol!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">munching on her bread</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">look at the Little Girl's face..funny!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Happy Tummy = Happy Baby</td></tr>
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<br />But somehow we were able to fill our plates with various foods that morning. As expected, R's plate was full of Filipino cuisine. He's a big eater so he filled his plate with heavy dishes. While the kids wolfed down their usual brekky of fried rice, eggs, tocino, sausages, corned beef and orange juice, I went continental. Hehe! Arte arte lang. Pero hindi, when the kids didn't finish their plate, I consumed the left overs. Don't judge me. Ganyan naman talaga tayong mga nanay di ba? Or is it just me? =)<br />
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Unlike the Little Girl who would sit still for a photo or two, Angela was all over the place so I didn't have a decent photo of her. Tsk! Tsk!<br />
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After munching on too much food, we decided to head back to our room. Alam na! Lol! The hubby wanted to lie down for a while. Inantok ulit sa sobrang kabusugan. Haha!<br />
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The two kids wanted to go back to the pool but I decided otherwise. Killjoy mom lang! I'm bad, I know. I let them bathe in the tub instead while I watched TV. Happy na rin sila with that. =)<br />
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Our staycation ended with everyone smiling from ear to ear. We should be doing this more often, nakakatanggal ng stress. Overall, we had fun at Acacia Hotel. And sure, we're going back!<br />
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a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40530996050591987.post-70937489530082259542013-11-19T10:00:00.001+08:002013-11-19T10:00:03.013+08:00Happy WifeRight after my <a href="http://amomat25.blogspot.com/2013/11/dear-husband.html" target="_blank">love-hate letter</a> to my husband, I received a text from him:<br />
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Daddy: I love you mommy... sorry<br />
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<i>Ayun naman pala! </i>I replied right away that he's forgiven and I love him too. =)<br />
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See guys? Don't allow your pride to take over your relationship with your wife. It will only make things worse.<br />
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I'm one happy wife! Yehey!a MOM @ 25http://www.blogger.com/profile/13623004091625571057noreply@blogger.com0