Bataan getaway

I have neglected my blog for long time now and honestly I am overwhelmed with what’s going on with my life. But anyways, last May 7, my hubby and I decided to have a getaway to Bataan.

As a matter of fact, it was our second option. Our first plan was to go to Boracay, However, due to budget issues, (kuripot na naman ako), I chose a place just within Luzon. I understand that there are budget trip from Cebu Pacific however we thought that we need to leave the island around 5 am just to get the flight back to Manila.

So finally, we end up in Bataan. I finally found this getaway from Manila and I must admit, ’twas really great.

On our first day, it wasn’t that nice. Emong just met us as we travel the SCTEX. And when we arrived at the resort, my hubby and I went to the shore and watch those huge waves. Here are some photos:






Yeah as you can see, we were telling each other that it won’t be a good idea to go to Bataan at this time. But positive me, told my hubby, “Hey, don;t worry tomorrow will be a sunny day”..

So the following day, we were greeted with a cheerful sun. And I knew it will be great day for the two of us. Here are the photos of the resort while sunny…
















Oh well, this is our first trip when I was 6 weeks pregnant. We promised to have more trips by next year after giving birth.

Till next time…

And it’s here.. Finally..

Oh well I have not updating my blog lately since I need a bed rest. I am currently on my way to 6 weeks pregnancy and getting and getting excited to see my baby.

I hope that my baby will be a girl, and that she will grow  God fearing, loving, healthy and most of all strong like his papa.

Oh my hubby is so excited, we are both hoping to have a baby girl so he could have his princess. 🙂

There is nothing more exciting and fun knowing that I will be a mom soon.  But whenever I think of my angel’s coming, there are still some fear in me that sets in. Most of all is, will I ever be a good mom?

I just hope that I will be able to raise my kid like my parents did to us. I pray to God that He will give us a healthy baby and that He will always keep her safe.

Till next time..


I hope this is it…

I’m having this weird bleeding since last week. Not a regular menstruation I guess but rather a very short or most likely spotting only. I wonder if this what you call ‘implantation bleeding’. I am expecting to have my period this 24th, but I am hoping and praying that I am really pregnant. According to my doctor, I am showin’ signs of a pregnant woman, coz if I do now, I am on my third week.

But things aren’t always goin’ smoothly lately. Most of the times I feel so alone and just tryin to cover all the pains inside me. I try to smile so no one would know that I am hurting..

I guess I am good at it. Been good at it the longest time I can remember.

Now May 15 is also near, I need to prepare myself for looking for a new job. I cannot afford to be totally dependent on my bf. Especially if I am pregnant. I need to find a new job before May ends.

In these past three months, all I do is wonder. Whether I would still want a 8-5 job or I would want to set up my own biz.  I will be getting a separation pay and I might use it for small biz. But darn, deep inside of me I am scared. What if the biz won’t work out? What will happen to me and my baby if in case?

A lot of things have been goin’ on my head. I have no one to talk to. I envy those people who have a lot of friends. I do have friends but they are too far right now. Some of them, they just left me. Now I am missing Jen.. I wish she’s here.

And right now, my bf and I argue a lot. And sometimes, I just want to give up. But should I give up now if I have a baby now?

Right now, I dunno what to do?

The countdown begins

Oh well I am waiting for the 24th.. Dang didn’t expect it would be this long haha.. I am waiting when I will miss my period, and if that happens, I will be the luckiest and happiest woman in this world. I am waiting for our lil angel to come. We’ve been disappointed the last time but I hope this time, it will be for real now. The excitement overwhelms all the time. I in fact bought pregnancy book and hoping that I will have baby soon. My hubby and I hopes that it will be a baby girl.  And we shall name her Althea Nicole. If its a boy, it will be Iñigo Miguel. It’s not very obvious we are very excited huh?! Anyways, on the 24th is the day I am waiting… If I will miss my period or not. hehe

Till next time…

Live life over


I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained and the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the ‘good’ living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.

I would have sat on the lawn with my children and not worried about grass stains. I would have cried and laughed less while watching television – and more while watching life.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren’t there for the day.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn’t show soil or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I’d have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, “Later. Now go get washed up for dinner.”

There would have been more “I love yous”… more “I’m sorrys”…but mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute… look at it and really see it…live it…and never give it back.


In memory of Erma Bombeck who lost her fight with cancer. “Be courageous and bold. When you look back on your life, you’ll regret the things you didn’t do more than the ones you did.”

My Wishlist

Oh well I know it’s kinda late now for my this year’s wishlist. However I would like to share it you. Too bad the idea just came to my head just last night while lying on my bed.

As you know, I will be losing my job on May 15 because of redundancy. The fact I will be losing my job makes me feel scared since I am supporting my family. But the fact that I know I can surpass this crisis since I’ve got the most loving, patient and supporting husband. (Oh well I considered him as my husband aight?!)

Okay now here’s my wishlist for this year:

1. Have a baby.. Well I hope its a baby girl since my hubby wants to have a princess. He’s excited to have a baby so his wish is my top priority. I guess He has always been my top priority since we were together.

2. Make my small business ventures a success. I have decided to start my small business. It is a fragrance business and I am planning to sell it to my friends and put some at my sister’s resto. Her place is a nice place to put one since there are a lot of students there. If this will be a hit, I am planning to start another one, an e-loading business. Oh well, I would love to have this business. Not that I’m lazy aight, but I don’t want to work anymore because I want to concentrate on taking care of my family. My husband and specially if I will get pregnant this year, our baby..

3. Find a new job. I would want to find new job but not as hectic as my previous one. I want a less stressful job so I will have more time taking care of my family.

4. To be less jealous. Oh well, insecurities always hits me. I am insecure of those girls paying attention to my sexy love. I know I am not pretty nor sexy and that makes me more insecure when he gives attention to those girls. Eventhough he would always tell me I’ve got the most beautiful brown eyes he have ever seen.

5. Learn to trust him again. We’ve got lot of issues lately and this is one thing I should try my best to learn…. To trust him again. I won’t elaborate further but I hope God will help me.

6. Enjoy every moment of my life. We’ll we will never know until when He will get us. But enjoying every moment of our life will at least make us feel more complete. Regrets will not be there but just pure satisfaction.

7. Love him more. I guess I have been loving him less because of my jealousy. I just hope it’s not too late.

I guess this is for it now… I think its doable…


I hate myself

valentine45.html (and this the video attached to this poem)

Our love is the long lasting kind;
We’ve been together quite awhile.
I love you for so many things,
Your voice, your touch, your kiss, your smile. You accept me as I am;
I can relax and just be me.
Even when my quirks come out,
You think they’re cute; you let me be. With you, there’s nothing to resist;
You’re irresistible to me.
I’m drawn to you in total trust;
I give myself to you willingly. Your sweet devotion never fails;
You view me with a patient heart.
You love me, dear, no matter what.
You’ve been that way right from the start. Those are just a few reasons why
I’ll always love you like I do.
We’ll have a lifetime full of love,
And it will happen because of you.

I wrote it for him but he doesn’t believe any single thing I wrote there.. How funny my Valentines.
Sad valentines to me

Friday the 13th…

I honestly don’t know what to post or something. But a lot of us believe that Friday the 13th is unlucky well I guess yes it is.

Right now I feel nothing. Maybe still shocked and disoriented still with what happened. I didn’t expect that I will get my “redundancy letter” today. Stroke of bad luck, I will no longer have a job soon.

I don’t want to lose hope, I know I will find a job soon. I just hope and pray I will..

Cant write anything right now, my mind is shattered and I don’t even know if I”m writing it to release what I feel. I am worried about my family now. Specially I am sending my niece to school. 😦

Oh well, ces’t lavie.  I entrust everything to you Lord.

God thy will be done..

Love is blind

A lot of us been hearin’ this phrase. But it was interesting to hear it over the news that it was proven in Science. So I made a research over the net for some article and found one. I hope you’d like it.

What exactly is love?

Falling in love may feel like a meeting of hearts and minds. But really it’s a kind of temporary insanity driven by hormones, scientists say. Julia Stuart reports

Tuesday, 13 February 2007

Love can be divided into three entities: lust, romance and attachment, according to anthropologist Dr Helen Fisher, who has been studying the subject for 32 years. These three brain systems can operate in any order and in any combination. You can fall in love with someone before you sleep with them; you can become deeply attached to somebody and then fall in love with them; and you can have a sexual relationship, fall in love and then become deeply attached.

Lust is a craving for sexual gratification, which you can feel for a whole range of people. Those caught up in romantic love focus all their attention on the object of their affection. Not only do they crave them, but they are highly motivated to win them, they obsessively think about them and become extremely sexually possessive. Perhaps illogically, if things go wrong. they are attracted to them even more. During this state the brain is driven by dopamine, a neurotransmitter central to the reward system.

Romantic love is much more powerful than sex drive, says Dr Fisher, of Rutgers University, New Jersey. And she believes it to be a drive, rather than an emotion. “It doesn’t have any facial expression, it’s very difficult to control and it’s one of the most powerful neural systems that has evolved,” she says.

The third brain system is attachment – that sense of calm and security you can feel for a long-term partner. It is associated with the hormones vasopressin and oxytocin, which are probably responsible for the sense of peacefulness and unity felt after having sex. Holding hands also drives up oxytocin levels, as does looking deeply into your loved one’s eyes, massage, and simply sitting next to them.


Love can be good for your health. If you are married, or happily cohabiting, in the long term you will suffer from less depression and live significantly longer than those who are single, divorced or widowed. But to get the full health benefits, you have to pick the correct partner, argues Dr Raj Persaud in Simply Irresistible, the Psychology of Seduction.

The lowest mortality rates were found in those who were named by their partner as a key source of emotional support and closeness, but who themselves actually named someone else as the one special person in their life.

For both husbands and wives, the worst mortality rate was found in partners neither of whom named the other as the special person on whom they relied for emotional support and closeness.


Choose the wrong partner and you could be in trouble. Research suggests that an unhappy marriage raises your chances of developing clinical depression by around 30 per cent. Women who divorce are 60 per cent more likely to get heart disease in later life than those who stay married, according to research from Texas University.

A 10-year study of around 10,000 men and women in the Journal of Marriage and the Family found that the danger is gender-specific: among men, marital loss has a negligible effect on the risk of heart disease. The reason for this is not clear, though it may be that women tend to value themselves more in terms of family relationships, while men value themselves primarily in terms of their occupation.

A study of 101 divorced women by the US-based Veterans Affairs group found that marital dissolution can significantly increase their risk of suffering mental and physical health problems. The risk is highest among younger women who described their marriages as “harmonious”.


Scientists have discovered that certain parts of the brain become deactivated when we’re in love, including areas linked with negative emotions, planning, critical social assessment, the evaluation of trustworthiness and fear.

Biological studies have found that this phase of reduced cognitive function, during which faults are ignored, can last from one to two and a half years. This temporary state of delusion has a vital human function. If we immediately saw all our partner’s faults, we would be less likely to form a stable relationship in which to produce children.

And it is just as well that it is short-lived: romantic love is has an enormous metabolic cost. “I think romantic love evolved to enable people to focus their mating energy onto just one person at a time, thereby conserving mating time and energy,” says Dr Fisher. “It’s not conducive to real life to live in this state for 20 years because you’re distracted by it, you can’t think of other things, you forget what you are doing, you probably don’t eat properly, you certainly don’t sleep well and you go through highs and lows.”

Problems can arise when the pink mist eventually lifts and we see our loved one for what they really are – as flawed as we are. It may to wise to wait until brain function is fully restored before making a decision to marry. By then you may well feel sufficiently attached to your partner to put up with their irritating habits. “I think attachment evolved to tolerate someone at least long enough to rear a child together,” says Dr Fisher. But don’t dismay that the best bit is over once lucidity returns. Couples can feel peaks of romantic love throughout their relationship.


Death rates rise significantly after the death of a spouse. In one of the largest scientific studies of its kind, the Population Research Unit at the University of Helsinki found that mortality rates were more than three times higher for men compared to women.

For both genders they are at their highest during the first week after the death of the spouse, and then they drop slowly but steadily during the following six months. The unit also found that the number of people dying as a result of blocked arteries around the heart rose dramatically after the death of a spouse.

“So it appears that the hearts of men, predominantly, often cannot cope with the grief of losing a life partner,” says Dr Raj Persaud. “These men are literally dying from a broken heart. One theory is that the grief of losing someone as close to you as a marriage partner is one of the greatest strains it is possible to face, and this enormous stress has a direct and deleterious effect on your physical health, in particular the cardiovascular system. Women perhaps cope with the stress of grief better than men because expressing emotional turmoil, venting distress, confiding in others and using formal resources such as psychotherapy are all more feminine strategies. Men tend to remain silent and keep feelings of distress and anxiety to themselves.”


Dr Helen Fisher and her team gave MRI scans to 17 people who were happy in love and 15 who had been rejected in love. The latter had been brokenhearted for an average of 63 days. In this group, they found activity in a region of the brain called the nucleus accumbens, which has a high number of dopamine receptors. “It suggests that when you have been dumped you love that person more,” says Dr Fisher. Activity was also found in parts of the brain associated with risk-taking, physical pain, obsessive-compulsive behaviour, controlling anger and theory of mind – imagining what the other person is thinking.

“It made me understand a little bit more about why people become so depressed,” says Dr Fisher. “You’re intensely in love, you have just been rejected, but you are still in love, if not even more so, and you are willing to take enormous risks. You are in physical as well as psychological pain, you are obsessing about this person, you are trying to control your anger and you’re trying to evaluate what to do next. You are in a very uncomfortable state. No wonder so many crimes of passion take place.”


If the stress of arranging a wedding doesn’t kill you, there is a higher-than-average chance of keeling over immediately after you’ve got hitched. For both men and women mortality rates rise in the period just after the wedding day, according to a recent survey of over 12,000 German adults.

The stress of a new situation may be a factor, as well as a profound change in living circumstances. “Marriage is often associated with a geographic move for at least one partner,” says Dr Persaud. “The spouse who moved may have had to cut emotional networks and change social interaction patterns and daily routines. However, after two years, the research suggests, married partners adapt to their new life and the mortality rate starts to improve compared to unmarried people.”

‘Til death do us part

* A study published in the Journal of Sex Research found that attractive people flirt more, even those with partners.

* Researchers found that one in four marriages continues because partners couldn’t find a better alternative. ‘Staying together for the sake of the children’ was the most common reason.

* Women generally seek status, occupational prestige and intelligence in a male partner, while men, in general, seek physical attractiveness in women.

* Research suggests that to help maintain a successful relationship you should say five positive things to your partner for each negative statement about them.

* When scientists gave MRI scans to 32 people who were madly in love and showed them a picture of their partner, it activated the part of the brain that responds when you feel the rush of cocaine.

* Obstacles heighten romantic love. If you fall in love with the person who lives next door, and they’re happily married, you could be suffering for decades.

* Researchers found that the first three minutes of a married couple’s argument indicate whether they will get divorced within six years. Those who engage in critical statements such as “you always” or “you never” are more likely to split up.

* A study of 37 middle-aged men found that lower testosterone levels were associated with better marital satisfaction and higher quality parent-adolescent relationships. Careers which encourage competitiveness in men drive up testosterone levels.

* Unmarried women have a significantly worse death rate from cancer than married women.

* Although research has shown that marriage is the greatest source of conflict as well as being the greatest source of satisfaction, the married are generally much happier than the unmarried.

‘Why We Love: The Nature and Chemistry of Romantic Love’ by Dr Helen Fisher is published in America by Henry Holt. ‘Simply Irresistible, the Psychology of Seduction and How to Catch and Keep your Perfect Partner’ by Dr Raj Persaud is published by Bantam Press, priced £12.99


Valentines day, where does it really come from?

A lot of us are feelin the season now. Season of love. As February 14 approaches, a lot of people are tryin to fall in love aight or keepin the love hmm shall I say to the next level.. I know everybody has this feelin’ inside them, but see this month love means something more special. Roses, chocolates, stuff toys are most common things you will see around you. Valentines party and events are happening in every corner. But as the years go by, the real meaning of Valentines vanished, as I observed. It became more commercialized just like Christmas and New Year.

But let’s try to see the history of this wonderful event…

Valentine’s Day or Saint Valentine’s Day is a holiday celebrated on February 14 by many people throughout the world. In the West, it is the traditional day on which lovers express their love for each other by sending Valentine’s cards, presenting flowers, or offering confectionery. The holiday is named after two among the numerous Early Christian martyrs named Valentine. The day became associated with romantic love in the circle of Geoffrey Chaucer in the High Middle Ages, when the tradition of courtly love flourished.

An alternative theory from Belarus states that the holiday originates from the story of Saint Valentine, who upon rejection by his mistress was so heartbroken that he took a knife to his chest and sent her his still-beating heart as a token of his undying love for her. Hence, heart-shaped cards are now sent as a tribute to his overwhelming passion and suffering.

The day is most closely associated with the mutual exchange of love notes in the form of “valentines.” Modern Valentine symbols include the heart-shaped outline, doves, and the figure of the winged Cupid. Since the 19th century, handwritten notes have largely given way to mass-produced greeting cards. The sending of Valentines was a fashion in nineteenth-century Great Britain, and, in 1847, Esther Howland developed a successful business in her Worcester, Massachusetts home with hand-made Valentine cards based on British models. The popularity of Valentine cards in 19th-century America was a harbinger of the future commercialization of holidays in the United States.

Source: Wikipedia

So I hope this information helps…

Advance happy valentines…

Missing you

Dear Love,

I wish I didn’t have to miss you. If only you could be with me always. I know I could never be any happier. But then again, I know that the day will come when I will be able to spend my every waking moment with you. I even miss you when I am sleeping!

I love you, babe. You are my first and my only love, and I thank you for be so kind with my heart. Hopefully, soon I won’t have to hate missing you.

Love Always,


6th monthsary

I had so much fun with our last monthsary. Oh well we celebrated it earlier than our actual monthsary. But it was all worth it.

He picked me up Tuesday afternoon from the office and we went to Tagaytay Highlands. In fact, this trip was unplanned. Prior to this “unplanned” out of town trip, we had a fight. I thought it was his way of saying he was sorry. But hey, we can also consider this as our celebration too…

We stayed there from Tuesday night till Wednesday afternoon. In fact we were together till Thursday morning.

I would like to share our pictures.. Hope you like it guys..











View from Leslie

View from Leslie

I love taking pictures of views around me. I know in the future, my baby and I will be looking back at these pictures with smile on our faces. I want to capture of every single moment with him.

I love you so much baby. Thank you for loving me and for just being there for me. I look forward in spending the rest of my life with you and our future babies.

Back to work

Tomorrow will be my first day back to work. I dunno what to expect and what to do. After long hiatus of being professional, I know it will need time again for me to be able to grasp my daily routine.

This year, we will be moving to new office. I will definitely miss our great building today. We got great lobby and a very impressive facade. But I guess it would be better to move to smaller office than losing our jobs right?

Oh well, tomorrow is another day for a new yea. I hope this year will be a better year for us.

I’ll cross my fingers.. Till then

I believe by Yolanda Adams

They said you wouldn’t make is so far uh uh
And ever since they said it, it’s been hard
But nevermind the nights you had to cry
Cause you have never let it go inside
You worked real hard
And you know exactly what you want and need
So believe and you can never give up
You can reach your goals
Just talk to your soul and say…

I believe I can (I can)
I believe I will (I will)
I believe I know my dreams are real (know my dreams are real)
I believe I’ll stand (Oh yea)
I believe I’ll dance
I believe I’ll grow real soon and (That’s why)
That is what I do believe

Your goals are just a thing in your soul uh uh
And you know that your moves will let them show
You keep creating pictures in your mind
So just believe they will come true in time
It will be fine
Leave all of your cares and stress behind
Just let it go
Let the music flow inside
Forget all your pain
And just start to believe

I believe I can (I believe I can oh yea)
I believe I will
I believe I know my dreams are real (All of my dreams are real)
I believe I’ll stand
I believe I’ll dance (I gotta dance)
I believe I’ll grow real soon and (ooo)
That is what I do believe
Whoa oa oa YEA…

(Music break)

Nevermind what people say
Hold your head high and turn away
With all our hopes and dreams
I will believe
Even though it seems it’s not for me
I won’t give up I’ll keep it up
Look into the sky
I will achieve all my needs
I will always believe….OoOo

(Chorus 2x)
I believe I can
I believe I will (I can)
I believe I know my dreams are real (I got strength)
I believe I’ll stand
I believe I’ll dance (I gotta dance)
I believe I’ll grow real soon and (watch me watch me watch me)
That is what I do believe (I do believe in me)

I believe I can
I believe I will (oh yea)
I believe I know my dreams are real
I believe I’ll stand
I believe I’ll dance (I gotta dance)
I believe I’ll grow real soon and
That is what I do believe (I do believe! yayeeyay)


Everyone in the apartment complex I lived in knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident tomcat. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and shall we say, love.

The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he had only one eye, and where the other should have been was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side, his left foot has appeared to have been badly broken at one time, and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner.

His tail has long age been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch. Ugly would have been a dark gray tabby striped-type, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly there was the same reaction. “That’s one UGLY cat!!”

All the children were warned not to touch him, the adults threw rocks at him, hosed him down, squirted him when he tried to come in their homes, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave. Ugly always had the same reaction. If you turned the hose on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw things at him, he would curl his lanky body around feet in forgiveness.

Whenever he spied children, he would come running meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If ever someone picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.

One day Ugly shared his love with the neighbor’s huskies. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my apartment I could hear his screams, and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent Ugly’s sad life was almost at an end.

Ugly lay in a wet circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could hear him wheezing and gasping, and could feel him struggling. “I must be hurting him terribly,” I thought. Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear.

Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then he turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distinct sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battled scarred cat was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.

At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful, loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.

Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little stray could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly.

Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful. He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside, and it was time for me to move on and learn to love truly and deeply.

It was time to give my all to those I cared for. Many people want to be richer, more successful, well liked, beautiful, but for me, I will always try to be like Ugly.

2009 Resolutions

2009 is almost coming, today is 30th already and one more day its the first day of the year. I would normally make New Year’s resolutions however, out of say 5 I made, I will only be able to achieve 3 of those. I would normally wonder why, but I realized, its more on, I would normally find reason why its impossible for me to achieve it.

But this year, I have resolutions again which I have started working this year. Its more on continuation of the things I have started already:

1. Lose more weight.. Yeah I have lost 30 lbs already in one month. And not bad if I lose more say 10-15 more lbs.

2. Get a new job. Oh well eventhough I am waiting for a new job, I will still try to look for new job too. Better have a fallback than nothing at all.

3. Have a baby. Yes once I lost weight, me and my hubby are planning to have our little angel next year. We hope it’s gonna be a baby girl. Since we will be naming our name as Althea Nicole. But if its gonna be a baby boy, it will be Inigo Miguel. Cute isn’t it?

4. Start a little business. By saving more this year, I might be able to start again my online store. I used to have an online store but I never had the chance to take it seriously since I am too scared that I may not be able to get back my capital. But hey, if I will not take the risk, how will my money earn aight?

5. Be the best partner and mother. Once we have our baby, I hope and will try my best to be the best I can be. I am trying to be the best partner he can have right now and I just hope that I can also be a good mom.

Right now these are the resolutions I made. And I hope I will be able to achieve all.

Till next year’s resolutions… Ciao!


I was blog hopping this morning when i stumble on Demetia’s blog about this incident with a politician and current cabinet member of PGMA. I was amazed that these people are still alive. They should be burned in hell. They’re not God, they’re just politicians who happens to have power in our country but they DO NOT HAVE RIGHTS TO ABUSE THEIR POWER ON OTHER PEOPLE. These politicians should be reprimanded or worst remove them from the face of the earth.

I’ll re-post the blog that I read and until now it made me furious… Read on and be the judge…

So, I just had the worst day of my life.

At around 1:30 PM today, at Valley Golf and Country Club, Antipolo City, Mayor Nasser Pangandaman, Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur, his father, Secretary Nasser Pangandaman of the Department of Agrarian Reform, and company, beat my defenseless 56-year-old dad and my 14-year-old brother to a pulp because of some stupid misunderstanding on the golf course.

This is a golf course. I have been a golfer all my life, and I have never seen anything like this. NOTHING. This is hard to comprehend. And it happened to my own father and my own brother too. Right in front of my eyes.

My brother and I were playing golf at the South Course of Valley. We were on the 3rd hole, and we see two golf carts going past us, overtaking our flight, and setting up to tee off on the next hole. My dad goes up to them and asks them why they would do that, why they would overtake us without even asking for our permission. Golf etiquette 101. One of the guys says that they’re with the flight in front of us. (So what? That doesn’t give them the right to just pass us WITHOUT asking.) So, we go to the 5th hole. The flight behind us catches up with us, and asks us what caused the hold up. We said that this flight just slipped in front of our flight. So we complained to the marshall. We play the 5th hole and walk towards the next hole, where there is a teehouse, and both the flights in front of us were there, talking with the marshall. The mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur talks with my dad. Things get heated up. Voices were raised. But never, in my wildest dreams, did I ever imagine that someone would pull out a punch. Apparently not. He attacks my father. His flightmates, maybe 2 or 3 of them, rush to his aid and beat up my father. My 56-year-old father. My younger brother and I could not just watch. We rushed to break the fight. My younger brother pleads to the mayor to please stop it. To not hurt my dad. To just stop. His words still ring through my head…”Sorry na po, sorry na po…tama na…tama na po…” With his hands in front of his chest in a praying position. PLEADING. The mayor socks him in the face. My brother defended himself. My dad is still on the ground getting clobbered. My brother is the same way. I try to stop the fight, but all I can do is stop one person. There were 4 or 5 of them attacking now.

Someone breaks up the fight. I thought it was all over. The mayor shouts to his caddy: “Hindi nila kami kilala! Sabihin mo nga sa kanila kung sino ako!” And believe me, I had no idea who this person was. But now I know. He’s the person who, with 4 other men, beat up my 56-year-old father and my 14-year-old brother. He’s the person who sacks a pleading 14-year-old kid in the face. He’s a person who, I am sure, is gonna rot in hell.

I lash out, but my dad held me back. I was screaming my lungs out, shouting to this mayor, telling him about what he had done. I said: “Nakakahiya kayo. Singkwenta’y sais anyos ang tatay ko. And kapatid ko kakatorse anyos. Anong ilalaban nila sayo?”

The mayor looks at my brother, point to his face, and says, “Tatandaan kita!” And he tells me that my brother has a bad attitude and that I need to watch him. WHAT THE HELL?! So, my brother’s bad for defending his father?!

We leave. We walk to the clubhouse to file a complaint. My brother asks for a doctor. My dad could barely walk. Their group comes to the clubhouse, sees my brother. Once again my brother pleads, says sorry, and is crying. He was CRYING, for crissakes. But no. The relentless mayor still punches him in the face, and then sees my dad and goes after my dad again. Him and his friend pull my dad to the ground, pulls at his feet, and steps on him like he’s dirt. I run to him and try to hold him back, holding him back by his shirt, while this other guy and this girl tries to stop me. She tells me to just stop it. I scream in her face “they’re beating my father up and you want me to stop?!” I pull at his shirt-I don’t let go. All I can see was my dad being trampled on. I didn’t even see my brother getting beat up.

People pull them away. I get my dad, and I saw my brother. His right ear was bleeding. I freaked out. I told the receptionists to bring my brother to the clinic. I pull my dad away. People were separating us.

My mom and my older brother come. I tell her Bino’s right ear is bleeding. They both look like they could kill. My dad holds my brother off, I hold off my mom. When I finally got my mom under control, my older brother gets away and I hold him off. Two of the mayor’s bodyguards pull out guns. I embraced my brother from the back, just holding him back, crying. The receptionists came to us, crying, hugging me, my dad, and my mom, whispering to us to just leave. “Maam, umalis na po kayo, may mga baril sila…Maam…umalis na po kayo please…”

I am pretty sure the Secretary of DAR did not take part in the fight, but he just watched all this happen. He watched two of his sons, as we figured out, the other guy was his son, too, beat up my father and my 14-year-old brother. He didn’t do anything to stop it. And this person is what now? A cabinet member. A politician.

Sounds like something out of a movie, doesn’t it? But this is what happened. TODAY. The day after Christmas. To my family. And all I ask for is JUSTICE. The people at Valley Golf did not seem to want to help us. None of the security guards even tried to stop the fight. Right in the clubhouse. I came back after the fight was over and talked to the receptionists. They say they did not see anything. The general manager of Valley Golf would not give us the names of the men who made my brother’s ear bleed. It took him an hour. Maybe even more than that. He seemed to not want to help us. Because, we were against the SECRETARY OF THE DEPARTMENT OF AGRARIAN REFORM and the MAYOR OF MASIU CITY, LANAO DEL SUR. They were all scared.

The world has gone crazy. Two politicians beat up a defenseless 56-year-old father and his 14-year-old son. At a golf course. I swear to God, I thought golfers were decent people. You would think politicians were decent people. I guess not. I guess they gang up on 56-year-old men and beat up pleading 14-year-old kids.

Please pray for my dad, my brother and for my whole family. Please pray that we get JUSTICE. Oh God, please, give these people what they deserve.


Happy monthsary my love

Well my computer clock says 3:46 A.M. and here I am still up and thinking of…. in fact i realized, I am thinking of nothing…

Later, my love will be here so we can wait together the 12 A.M. first hour of our monthsary. We’ve been together for only 5 months and yet we are both saying it seems like years already. We are so much in love that we cant stop but talk having future together.

I have learned a lot from him. From being tough to being wise about life. We compliment each other. His weakness is my strength and vice versa.

I don’t know what will I be if ever he will be gone. I have seen myself spending the rest of my life with this wonderful guy. I’m just so lucky to have him.

He cries over me, just the thought of losing me, brings him to tears. Saw that already and I believe that.I asked him why he was crying over me, he said there are a lot of girls out there with different price tags.. But I’m the only one and a very rare and precious one that no price tags can compare… I find it very very flattering..

Oh well, what can I say.. Nothing just I Love you Baby and thanks for loving. I can’t promise you that we will have a perfect relationship but what I can promise is to love you the perfect way I know…

Happy monthsary… I love you

English Facts

I received this from my officemate and I thought it would be great to share with you some English facts:

Interesting Facts:
1. The longest one-syllable word in the English
language is “screeched.”

2. “Dreamt” is the only English word that ends
in the letters “mt”.

3. No word in English language rhymes with
“month,” “silver,” “purple,” or “orange.”

4. The symbol on the “pound” key (#) is called
an octothorpe.

5. The symbol used in many URLs (Web addresses)
is called a tilde. (~)

6. The dot over the letter ‘i’ is called a tittle.

7. The word “set” has more definitions than any
other word in English.

8. “Underground” is the only word in English that
begins and ends with the letters “und.”

9. There are only four words in the English language
which end in “-dous”: tremendous, horrendous,
stupendous, and hazardous.

10. The longest word in the English language,
according to the Oxford English Dictionary, is

11. The only other word with the same amount of
letters is its plural:

12. The longest place-name still in use is
Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateaturipukakapikimaungahoronukupokaiwe-nuakit natahu,
the Maori name of a hill in New Zealand.

13. Los Angeles’s full name is “El Pueblo de Nuestra
Senora la Reinade los Angeles de Porciuncula” and
can be abbreviated to 3.63% of its size, L.A.

14. The verb “cleave” has definitions which are
antonyms of each other: to adhere and to separate.

15. The verb “sanction” also has definitions which
are antonyms: to sponsor and to ban.

16. A pregnant goldfish is called a twit.

17. There is a seven-letter word in English that
contains eleven words without rearranging any of its
letters, “therein”: the, there, he, in, rein, her,
here, ere, I, therein, herein.

18. ‘Stewardesses’ is the longest English word that
is typed with only the left hand.

19. The combination “ough” can be pronounced in nine
different ways; the following sentence contains them
all: “A rough-coated, dough-faced, thoughtful ploughman
strode through the streets of Scarborough; after falling
into a slough, he coughed and hiccoughed.”

20. The only 15 letter word that can be spelled without
repeating a letter is “uncopyrightable.”

21. “Facetious” and “abstemious” contain all the vowels in
the correct order, as does arsenious, meaning “containing

22. The word “Checkmate” in chess comes from the Persian
phrase “Shah Mat,” which means “the king is dead.”

23. Only three words have entered English from Czech:
polka, pilsner, and robot.

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