Scheduled Dental Surgery for Josh

After confirming the date of their final exams from Integrated Montessori I was finally able to schedule Joshua's dental surgery. March 16 was the first date I booked but after realizing that a follow up date would fall on a group meet-up I have to attend, rescheduled it to March 18.

Joshua's front incisor is impacted and is growing horizontally. It has to be removed before other dental procedures can be done.

Dr. Joseph Macasiray would be doing the surgery as was highly recommended by Dr. Tan, Joshua's orthodontics. I have yet to visit their office anytime this week but I've already read good reviews about him in Girltalk, a female online community I frequent to whenever I need local information. The cost of the surgery is P8,000.00. I asked if they can do the surgery with the patient sedated as Josh is a bit afraid of the discomfort it will give. Yes, one can opt to be sedated but has to undergo several medical evaluation. I almost dropped the phone when the secretary told me the tests would amount to approximately P50,000. OMG, never mind, I said. Josh can take it especially when he will find out about the price. It will be easy to bribe him. A piece of PSP cd (pirated, oooopss, bad!) would be enough. Cheap kid.

I just pray that it will be as painless as possible and with minimal discomfort and I pray this would be the last dental surgery he has to undergo.

Incident, not Accident

Traffic was a bit heavy near our place on the evening of January 17. This was really unusual as C5 is a big highway and there is rarely traffic near our place unless there is an accident on the road. So I presumed there was a collision again. Upon reaching the overpass just right across our guardhouse, there were shattered glasses right under the overpass. A neighbor said there was an accident. A man was badly hit by a taxi so strong an impact that the front panel was shattered into pieces.

I wouldn't want to know whether he came out alive in that INCIDENT. I searched for the word accident and here is what I got from wikipedia:

An accident is a disaster which is specific, identifiable, unexpected, unusual and unintended external event which occurs in a particular time and place, without apparent or deliberate cause but with marked effects. It implies a generally negative probabilistic outcome which may have been avoided or prevented had circumstances leading up to the accident been recognized, and acted upon, prior to its occurrence.

Experts in the field of injury prevention avoid use of the term 'accident' to describe events that cause injury in an attempt to highlight the predictable and preventable nature of most injuries. Such incidents are viewed from the perspective of epidemiology - predictable and preventable.

This is why I wouldn't want to call it ACCIDENT because it never was.


These were the words of the MMDA billboard before it was stolen by highway thieves in our place. Even without those warnings, COMMON SENSE tells us all that it is PROHIBITED to cross C5 especially when there is an overpass in that area.

There are countless, IRRESPONSIBLE people in our neighborhood (and across the Philippine island) who refuse to use the overpass and would rather take their risk of dying and many got what they wish for. The incidents of death right below our overpass were countless. I don't know if I should pity them for they are irresponsible and lazy, never thinking of the little ones who will grow up without a father or mother and wives or husbands taking the burden in raising their kids alone because their partners were too lazy to go up and down the overpass. Many Filipinos lack the discipline to carry out simple task like this and yet we wonder why many Filipinos are poor. Tsk!

Being poor doesn't happen by accident. Sorry for the rant.

Xylocaine is the Name

I want to make sure I will not forget the name of the medicine that Joseph is allergic to. Xylocaine is a local anesthesia commonly used in dental procedures. Joseph had allergic reaction to it when he underwent a minor surgery when a cut in his chin had to be stitched.

My Mind's Busier than Ever

I've been sleeping really late the past days. The earliest time my eyes shut off would be tonight hopefully as I have promised myself that I'd change my sleeping pattern. It's 1AM and I said I'd just write one entry to my blog. I hope to finish this in less than 20 minutes so that by half past one I'd be snoozing which I doubt.

Since I started working in a call center in 2004 I had always been on a graveyard shift. It has been that way for two years then I resigned to be a full time mom. I was preggy with Joseph that time. Despite the pregnancy, I would stay up as late as 1 or 2AM either finishing a cross-stitch or watching some television series. My biological clock has been altered by my two-year stint in PeopleSupport or perhaps, I have developed late night sleeping as a habit already.

I love working late nights because there are no distractions. Last night I somehow felt the toll of late night sleeping on my body. My back was aching badly and my eyes felt like they will pop out of their socket already. I know I have to change ways, change my sleeping pattern. I know this isn't good for the overall health.

There is less project at the moment but my mind has been busier than ever. I have been thinking about tons and tons of things. This is the price of I have to pay for deciding to move to Singapore. Endlessly, I am trying to figure out the best thing to do with the things we will be leaving behind. Shall we sell the tv? Shall we bring it to the province? Joshua's dental problem, shall we have it fixed here or shall we have the mask made in Singapore? Which is more practical and economical. These are a few of the things that are bothering me.

Arg! I gotta stop thinking!

My Secret Cyberworld

I started this blog first quarter of last year to supposedly document my baking adventures and misadventures. I prefer to post in Blogspot those that I don't want the whole world to know. Multiply is such a big world out there even if I really have the option to just show it to whoever I want to share it with. Most people don't really have the patience to check out the links I posted in my online store thus only a few visits this link.

Blogspot is my secret world. I have a secret world in here. I have a very personal blog that only a handful of people knew and they might not even remember the URL already. I put it up in 2005 while I was still working in a call center. I document in that blog serious stuff about life, happy notes about my family, inspirations, frustrations, dreams (scary dreams). I wish to bring it forward one of these days. Who knows I might die so suddenly. At least, my loved ones would have something to read about my inner self through that blog. That plain and simple.

Starved

Starved, starving, famished, extremely hungry. This is what I hate about sleeping this late. Our kitchen is in the unit across and I don’t have some stock of food in here. Between 12MN to 2AM, my tummy already shouts food and there is nothing to grab but a glass of water. Somehow this has been helpful in bringing down my weight just a little bit and when I’m starving signals that I need to sleep already. If I let this pass for a few minutes, I know the hunger would go away. It’s all in the mind, I’m trying to convince myself. I don’t want to sleep yet. It would just be the same, I still would not be able to sleep right away. So go ahead Kate, starved some more!

The Coffee Bean Sentosa ExperienceThe Coffee Bean Sentosa Experience

January 01, New Year's Day was Sentosa day. It rained when we got there but that didn't dampen the spirit. It only stalled the experience for a few minutes. Towards the end of the day was Luge time. Unfortunately for me, I wasn't able to join the troop as Joseph was crying frantically. He doesn't want to wear the helmet. No helmet, no ride. Got no choice, he was very tired and sleepy already. To compensate that big loss for me, I decided to grab some coffee at The Coffee Bean (ehem, excuses, excuses, excuses!).

Despite my cravings for coffee, I opted not to get one as I didn't want to upset my tummy. Ordered Banana Chocolate Freeze instead so the little boy can take a sip too. Also got a piece of Granda's Scone. Maureen, the staff who got my order was a Filipina. Got my scone and was asked to claim my frap at the pick up counter. We sat at the table beside the counter so I could watch Joseph and wait for my name to be called. Minutes passed, people behind me already got their order while I was kept wondering when I'd get mine. I was trying to be patient until it's taking beyond acceptable wait time already. I stood up to the counter and was dismayed at the kind of attitude the two other staff were PUBLICLY displaying. Both the Chinese and the Indian girls wore UNFRIENDLY faces at nagdadabog pa ang isa, slamming shot glasses into the espresso machine. What a sight to behold! I called Maureen and asked about my Choco Banana freeze. The Indian girl said it was done already and somebody might have gotten it. Maureen has no choice but to make another one for me. Jokingly, told her to tell her colleagues na mag smile naman. "Ma'am hayaan mo, mga kupal ang mga yan!" was her reply. If it wasn't Singapore, I could have talked to their supervisor and tell her to replace her staff with Filipinos. I better get used to it.

If I were the cafe owner, the two gurls would have long been fired and replaced by Filipinos. As to the food experience, I'd say I'd better bake and eat my own scone and next time, no more Banana Chocolate Freeze.

Singapore We are Coming

I was relieved hearing it from Dad that we are finally moving to Singapore before June comes. I wasn't really in a hurry to pack up our things. I just need an assurance that we are indeed coming over to join him for good. That's all I need for now.

Farewell Baking for Others

Now I want to believe that I am really getting lazier each day. Burn out from working is a more acceptable term, it's as if I am really overworked. First, I got tired from baking. I swear, I miss baking because I miss eating homebaked goodies. I just got tired baking for other people, for profit. I know not everybody will respect my decision. Most will say it is too "sayang" to give up what I've started. What can I do, I have poisoned my mind that baking for profit is not at all times good. First, my health suffered. If those who say it's "sayang" could borrow my hands and feel what I am going through right now, perhaps, they will understand. Sadly for all of them who thinks I am wasting my so-called talents, I couldn't care less and heck, I don't live with their expectations, poor them!

Call it rationalizing my laziness but I found it difficult enough to do certain tasks without having to feel the discomfort the eczemas are causing. All the while I thought that taking a two-week break would heal them out but no, it worsened them. Thus, I want to shun away from baking for other people especially those that involved decorating. If I could only cancel all pending orders that I have, I would do that. I only got two hands, I couldn't buy spareparts, so the heck at what other people think.

I would continue to bake for my family and friends. That's it! They cannot force me to do otherwise. Afterall, it's me who will suffer from what others will enjoy, LOL!