To All Those Born in the 50's, 60's and 70's

(Just a repost from an email I received, so nice, so true)

First, some of us survived being born to mothers who did not have an OB-Gyne and drank San Miguel Beer while they carried us.

While pregnant, they took cold or cough medicine, ate isaw, and didn't worry about diabetes.

Then after all that trauma, our baby cribs were made of hard wood covered with lead-based paints, pati na yung walker natin, matigas na kahoy din at wala pang gulong.

We had no soft cushy cribs that play music, no disposable diapers (lampin lang), and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, no kneepads , sometimes wala pang preno yung bisikleta.

As children, we would ride in hot un-airconditioned buses with wooden seats (yung JD bus na pula), or cars with no airconditioning & no seat belts (ngayon lahat may aircon na)

Riding on the back of a carabao on a breezy summer day was considered a treat. (ngayon hindi na nakakakita ng kalabaw ang mga bata)

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle purchased from 711 ( minsan straight from the faucet or poso)

We shared one soft drink bottle with four of our friends, and NO ONE actually died from this. Or contacted hepatitis.

We ate rice with star margarine, drank raw eggs straight from the shell, and drank sofdrinks with real sugar in it (hindi diet coke), but we weren't sick or overweight kasi nga......

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!!

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, and get back when the streetlights came on. Sarap mag patintero, tumbang preso , habulan at taguan.

No one was able to reach us all day ( di uso ang cellphone , walang beepers ) . And yes, we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our wooden trolleys (yung bearing ang gulong) or plywood slides out of scraps and then ride down the street , only to find out we forgot the brakes! After hitting the sidewalk or falling into a canal (sewage channel) a few times, we learned to solve the problem ourselves with our bare & dirty hands .

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 100 channels on cable, no DVD movies, no surround stereo, no IPOD's, no cell phones, no computers, no Internet, no chat rooms, and no Friendsters....... ...WE HAD REAL FRIENDS and we went outside to actually talk and play with them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no stupid lawsuits from these accidents. The only rubbing we get is from our friends with the words..masakit ba ? pero pag galit yung kalaro mo,,,,ang sasabihin sa iyo..beh buti nga !

We played marbles (jolens) in the dirt , washed our hands just a little and ate dirty ice cream & fish balls. we were not afraid of getting germs in our stomachs.

We had to live with homemade guns " gawa sa kahoy, tinali ng rubberband , sumpit , tirador at kung ano ano pa na puedeng makasakitan..pero masaya pa rin ang lahat.

We made up games with sticks ( syatong ), and cans ( tumbang preso )and although we were told they were dangerous, wala naman tayong binulag o napatay.paminsan minsan may nabubukulan lang.

We walked, rode bikes, or took tricycles to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just yelled for them to jump out the window!

Mini basketball teams had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't pass had to learn to deal with the disappointment. Wala yang mga childhood depression at damaged self esteem ek-ek na yan. Ang pikon, talo.

Ang magulang ay nandoon lang para tignan kung ayos lang ang mga bata, hindi para makialam at makipag-away sa ibang parents.

That generation of ours has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers, creative thinkers and successful professionals ever! They are the CEO's, Engineers, Doctors and Military Generals of today.

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had failure, success, and responsibility. We learned from our mistakes the hard way.

You might want to share this with others who've had the luck to grow up as real kids. We were lucky indeed.

And if you like, forward it to your kids too, so they will know how brave their parents were.

It kind of makes you wanna go out and climb a tree, doesn't it?!

PS - The big letters are because your eyes may not be able to read this if they were typed any smaller (at your age).

Failed Businesses

Impulsive. Easily Bewitched. They best describe the reasons why I failed in several business attempts. When I 'think' I like something, I become very impulsive that I often win arguments over those who wanted to stop me and I always get I want. Now, I am embarassed to look back at those failures but they taught me so many hard lessons in life.

I am more of a shopper, actually, than a seller. Then I got myself into a mess when I joined a multi-level marketing business, my first business attempt and biggest business failure. I sacrificed a lot for that and had gone through the worst ordeal I wouldn't dare to detail here.

I thought that was the first and last but it was just a thought. Impulsive as I am, I thought I'd do better in bakery business. We put up a small bakery a few years ago. What can I say? Failure again. It was very stressful. I had to sleep late and wake up too early. That was the last, I promised myself.

Since then, I never left the corporate world. Working full time is better. I get paid whether I work my best or worst. I only spend more or less 10 hours in the office and get a guaranteed pay at the end of the day. Then I got the opportunity to fulfill my greatest dream, become a full time mother.

Having not much to do, I browsed a forum for business suggestions forgetting that I promised myself not to get involved in another business stint again. I was easily enticed by the promising UKAY UKAY business. I won the argument again. I got the go signal to start it. Was it a hit? Yes a big hit! When I opened my first 3 bundles everyone went gaga over it. Here's the problem now...I thought they were going to pay me in cash... Kapaaaal! Utangin pala. What can I do, they were holding the clothes already. Collection was the hardest. I got discouraged, I didn't sell the remaining items. You need not guess it, you're right, it failed again. Much more I earned something unwelcomed, HYPERTENSION! Arrrggghhh!

Did it finally stop there? Of course not. I never seem to learn my lesson. That's how stubborn I am. I tried making accessories. It was great at first. My creativity was awakened. I did it along with baking, alternating whichever has orders coming in. Now thousands and thousands of beads are hybernating in one corner of the house awaiting their final verdict. I am busy with something else which I hope is not bound the same fate the past businesses went through.

Overdue Vacation

I, myself, couldn't believe that I've let so many years passed before taking that flight home again. For four longs years, I haven't gotten home and the two months I've stayed in the province never seemed enough for the people back home.

We packed a lot for that vacation that we paid over a thousand bucks for the extra luggage. We got three balikbayan boxes and one big, heavy leather bag that needs to go home to the owner. Nope, those are not stuff we needed for the holiday. Those are stuff we no longer need here at home that needed disposal. It was like donating to the charity, you know. One of the boxes got old but still nice rattan placemats given by my brother-in-law a few years back, all our used clothing to be given out to my yaya's family, my maternity dresses which I am passing on to my sister hoping she'd have a new baby soon, a few pieces of the ukay-ukay stuff left behind from the first shipment, our working clothes and footwear, baby stuff, an inflatable pool and food.

The trip was smooth except that baby Joseph was fussy during the entire flight, probably due to cabin pressure. Thanks to my new Treo 650 that got his favorite Barney show which provided entertainment for a few minutes. It only took an hour and twenty minutes for the flight. Thanks to my sister who was able to borrow transportation from a friend, we got a nice ride home.

It was my first time to see mama's house which by the way, instantly got tiled because we were coming home. No, not for me but for baby Joseph. We were able to trick (not a very good term but that's what we really did) Mama Che to hasten the tile flooring, who in turn was able to get financial assistance from Papa Boy. It felt good to be "home".

The entire summer was spent rather simply. Most of the time we stayed home only, with the kids having fun time taking a dip and learning how to swim in the 10-foot diameter inflatable pool. Even my little boy and adults alike loves to swim in it. It's where Josh advanced his swimming skills.

It was also after four long years that I got to meet old friends. We had a few gatherings which somehow made me updated on how they were doing with their lives. Some still remain childless after years of marriage. Some had gotten married already. So much had change nonetheless I still felt the warmth of the same old, genuine friendship.

The reunion would not be perfect without the little disagreement we had with mom over her "precious" plants. There was a dispute whether to transfer the santol tree farther from the house, then the heated discussion to Lola Luz's cutting the Lansones tree. It made the vacation spicy, we were like a family, hahaha!

Well, it was my sister who got the first prize when it comes to events and highlights for that vacation.

Double Time

I have a lot of catching up to do with my blog, perhaps, forgotten a lot already on what I am supposed to document. It's been quite a while, things just gotten out of hands (lame excuse, of course). But I simply cannot run away from it, I stopped writing journals on my precious notebooks so I have to do this so that I have something to look back to when I grow a little older.

I don't know where to start again but I guess I'll pick up from my last post here. Happy blogging again, myself!

My Macaroons

Same day that I made my first chopsuey, I baked our favorite macaroons. Unlike most macaroon recipes, I do mine with freshly grated coconut instead of dessicated coconut.

Mom said that this recipe was an award winning recipe way back in the 80's. Thank goodness my mom loves to bake. I only learned to bake a year ago. Nonetheless, I can do better in baking than in cooking. I only made half of what the recipe called for. I was able to make over 60 pieces. I love my macaroons when they are golden brown on top but kuya loves it just lightly golden so I have to make sure that he gets his share too.

I used to sell macaroons in the office and my officemates just loved it. When that new oven lands here in June, I will definitely sell some again. I just have to come up with a nice and a bit sturdy packaging.

Ambitious Cook

Being a full time mother and wife, I can now at least say I have learned to love the cooking trade as opposed to what I was before, a mere "devourer".

I don't used to like cooking although I could cook very simple recipes that don't call for more than 3 ingredients. Among those that I could do without even looking at recipe books are: fried fish (fresh or dried), tinola, utan law-oy (stewed mixed veges), and sinugba (grilled).. and adobo, too. Well, at least I can make good adobo. It trapped my ex-boyfriend into believing I am a good cook that he ended up marrying me, hahaha!

Since the time I achieved my long time dream of being a full time home manager, I became a bit interested in cooking. Well, I know this is not by choice. I have to do it, otherwise, my family will get bored eating the same thing everyday. This is especially, when our certified cook is not around to do the cooking for us. For nine years, I had depended on my ex to cook for us when it calls for food other than fried stuff.

I seek refuge from internet recipes especially from www.pinoyfoodtalk.net and recipe exchange forums.

Just a few days back, I cooked my very first chopsuey, recipe courtesy of a fellow Girltalker. I altered the recipe though because I am selective with vegetables I eat. Sadly, I don't eat carrots (unless they are grated in some recipes). So my chopsuey only contained my favorite cauliflower, broccoli, sayote, baguio beans and chinese cabbage. I was very proud of my finished product. The picture may not look very appealing but I tell you it tasted so good that I told my husband he will never cook chopsuey again to rival with my version. Well, the secret was with Campbell's Cream of Mushroom condensed soup. It had to taste good because that chopsuey was a bit expensive because of the ingredients. As always, I gave out some to our neighbor, not to brag about it but because there was just plenty of it for just the three of us at home.

SAHM

I love being a stay at home mom. This has been my dream job ever since, believe it or not. I can honestly say, I don't miss my corporate life. Yes it is tiring but it is very rewarding and fun. I just love every minute of it.

I, though, feel guilty about it. Guilty that I was not able to do it for Joshua. If only I had a choice at that time.

Nonetheless, I believe everything happens with a purpose.

Life and Death

November 30 - My sister and her beau arrived from Dipolog. They were here to be my sitters for my baby boy. I was scheduled for a C-section December 2. They brought an abundant supply of food with them: shrimps (superbig), tablea for tsokolate, budbud, bulad (cebuano for dried fish) and some herbs supposedly for tinolang manok :) . Later that day, we had to have a quick run to Market Market. We need some slippers. It was really quick.

At bedtime, I was kinda interrogating my sister how does a "labor" feel as honestly, I was not sure if I know how to identify one. I also told my sister that before the big day I will be indulging in those huge shrimps and a lot of puto-sikwate. Unfortunately, it had became a dream only as that night (or dawn), I sorta felt those contractions as described by my sister. I immediately got up at around 2AM, took Duvadilan as prescribed by my doctor a week earlier to avoid pre-mature labor. But I panicked when I noticed I had spottings before I went back to bed. I texted my doctor who advised me to go to the hospital already.

December 1, 4:43 AM - Joseph clinically came out of my tummy. I heard him cry a few times. I was waiting to see how he looked like but never did. I started to wonder and asked questions. I knew they were suppose to show him to me like when I gave birth to Joshua. The only answer I got everytime I ask about him is, he is okay, that he has to be rushed to the pedia because he was not able to cry immediately. In the afternoon, the pedia came to me to tell me the bad news. My little angel was in the ICU and was being endorsed to a specialist because he had a "little problem" as she called it. But as I was listening to her, it dawned my that the "little problem" meant that my little boy was in a critical condition, in a battle between life and death. They could not even give assurance that he will live. They simply said that it depends on how his little body will respond to the medication.

Joseph had severe sepsis and pneumonia due to meconium staining. They couldn't or maybe would not want to explain why. He was not overdue. I did not get sick except for a simple cold days before I gave birth, my blood pressures were constantly normal.

The day I did manage to get up and take a walk, I got to see my angel for the first time. I couldn't help buy cry. He was so helpless with tubes being inserted to his lungs and stomach. He has to be in a respirator because his lungs were not functioning. He was not breathing on his own. He depended on the machine to do it for him. My poor little boy! What a sad sight. I thought I'd lost him.

Dra. Corpuz told us that the first two days was the most critical, she couldn't tell yet if Joseph will make it. She could not tell at what percentage will he survive. She couldn't tell how soon he will have progress.

December 2 - Nurses said he was improving a bit. He showed signs of his own little breathing. That gave us hope but it had not stopped me from crying everytime I think of him. Daddy was scheduled to come home then. It was supposed to be in January but we needed him now more than ever. To kuya, we explained things on why he couldn't see his brother yet. He understood and as he has always a positive outlook on things said, he was gonna be okay.

Indeed he was. On the third day (December 3) when I went to the ICU, I came looking for my baby. I was not able to recognize him. He was so beautiful. All the tubes were gone!!!!! He no longer needed the respirator. Nurses said he just need a little oxygen. I was ecstatic. My blood pressure shoot up. I did not mind. Iwas just too excited. If only I could run upstairs to my ward to tell my sister the good news. We were all ecstatic.

He made it past the most critical stage. He was meant for us. We asked him from Him and He gave him to us.

Thank you Lord for such a wonderful gift.

Miiingaaaw!

Gosh, I can't believe it will be as mingaw as this one. I thought everything's going to be okay, but for now it's not. Daddy, we miss you so much.

Josh and I had a hard time sleeping last night and ended up hugging and telling each other how we miss you. I told kuya we finally had a bigger space in bed and I only ended up crying when kuya said "kulang naman ng isang love love".

Di pala ganun kadali... We need you around... I know this feeling is temporary.. yaan mo lang muna kami ni kuya.. we'll get over this soon.... Sobrang miss ka lang namin...

Bye the way, la pala pasok si kuya today. Happy na rin ako, at least one more day for review.

Bye for now, keep checking this site for more post.. Dito ko na post journal ni baby and ni kuya...

Love you Dad, miss you sooooo much.

New Zealand - Not for Us

I was scrolling through Jehu's Yahoo Mail (of course I can, I created it and got its password) and got across Rita Martin's email. Rita is a NZ Visa Officer. There was little excitement when I got it but there were some disappointment about its content. Our EOI was rejected because it did not meet 140 points as we claimed. It stated that Bonus Points for Qualification in Area of Absolute Skills Shortage and Bonus Points for Work Experience in Area of Absolute Skills Shortage are not meet.

However, dispointed I may be, desperate I am not. I am just taken over with excitement about the new addition in our family. Aside from that, Jehu is leaving for Russia in the next few days. There's too much too prepare.

I don't have time to investigate what we need to do. Maybe NZ is not just for us yet. Let it be until this baby comes out.

Blessings Outpoured

Call it a multiple blessing for this year – an angel in mum’s tummy and an overseas assignment for dad. Though the latter may mean loneliness for me and kuya, we all take it with a big heart – an answer to our prayers. For months we have waited for dad’s overseas assignment and whether it is pure coincidence or blessing, one thing is for sure, it comes at the right time.

Mid last year, we were talking about having a baby sister or brother for the now 7-year old kuya. I kept on insisting that unless we have a hundred thousand bucks in our bank account, I will not risk it. This is because of the greater chance of having a C section again which really puts a hole in the pocket.

But God has His way of giving us His blessings. He sent us the message that we are going to have a baby right on Kuya’s birthday. Much more, the baby is scheduled to fully mature on mum’s tummy by December. Isn’t it a relief to know that bonuses are just on time for the baby’s birth?

Then very recently was the good news for dad and it was specifically meant for him. It was supposed to be for his teammate but who came in just 5 minutes late. Whoah! And this also means one more thing – hopefully, we should be debt-free when the little angel comes out. Loans – no more - plus the fact that we have a pending immigration application which would also cost us thousands of bucks. Papsi, don’t worry, di na mabuslot ang buslot na nimo nga alkansya.

When I think of how God has been very good to us, I couldn’t help but cry. I am just so happy that when things happen according to His plans, everything will just fall into it’s proper place in its perfect time.

Glory to God in the highest!

Ah, I Can't Wait Any Longer

The past week seems like a year to me and I guess I still have to endure two more years going to work every night before I could have my normal life again.

Since I started in PS August of 2004 I had always been into the graveyard shift and had been loving it. This time however, it had became a heavy cross for me to carry. I started to feel tired whenever I think of work, I have my moodswings which I rarely had before. In short, I had stopped loving work.

The downtime could no longer be cured by Starbucks. I could not bear not having enough sleep during daytime. I become more depressed when it is sleep time thinking I could not sleep again. The scorching heat of the summer sun had contributed much to my dilemna and the noise of the playing children is no longer a music to a mother's ear.

To others two weeks is too short. To me, it is a lifetime.

Alaala ni Noy Alan

Kahapon ng kami'y pumunta sa Metro Market me nagbibinta dun ng puto maya or suman sa tagalog. Sarap sanang bumili kaya lang naubosan na ng tsokolate. Naalala ko na naman si Noy Alan. Sa twing makakakita ako ng puto maya at sikwate at lalo na ngayong ako'y buntis, iisang tao ang naalala ko, ang namayapang kabiyak ng kapatid ng papa ko, si Noy Alan. Pang third trimester ko nun ke Josh. Sa araw araw na ginawa ng Diyos nun, sa tuwing umaga ay tinatawag ako ni Noy Alan sa kanila para kumuha or kumain ng paborito kong puto maya at sikwate. Yon ay hanggang sa nanganak ako kay Joshua. Alam ni Noy Alan na sobrang naging peborit ko yon nung panahon na yon. At ngayon, na akoy buntis, naalala ko na namang kumain ng puto maya.

Good News and Bad News

Two days of not eating is too much for my suffering, just trying to survive with water and lots of it. I could only imagine what Josh and Jehu had to suffer earlier when they got their mumps. Got it from them. It was too timely for me as I am on leave from work. Ahhh.... I am suppose to go to Singapore on Thursday but I am not going anymore.

Much more, I am 5 weeks on the way. This is the good news. However, both Jehu and I don't know what to feel. We're happy yet so worried because of my present situation. I had taken several medications of ibuprofen and antihistamine the past few days for my mumps. To add to my suffering, I cannot eat anything. Even if my doctor said that I should not worry about it, I still am. That is the bad news.

When we told Josh that he is going to have a baby brother/sister, he did not show too much interest. Especially when he asked me when is the baby coming and told him, in December. In his mind, that's still way too far. But when I told him that the baby is already in mom's tummy, he jumped for joy. He became too excited. That's all he wanted to hear. I never realized it earlier.

He can't wait to give the baby it's name. When I told him that I want it biblical like his, he gave me a weird look. "Mom", he said, "It's not gonna be Moses or Noah, right?"

Hmnn... why not?

A Surge of Depression

cWhile reading the posts at the my Yahoogroup, I felt a surge of depression inside. I am depressed at the thought of having our EOI rejected because they might not recognize our qualifications from our school. Here I go again with this same thoughts about our alma mater. Bakit ba naman kasi ang pangit ng name ng school namin at ikinahiya ko pa ata to. Yong initials pa nya ABC, parang XYZ school, yong mga kadalasang ginagamit sa mga examples pag me kwento na nangungutya about school. Arrgghh... kakainis di ba? Pero sana naman, NZ would not be that discriminating as I thought when it comes to choosing their migrants.

Hay, graduate nga ako ng ABC, e ano ngayon? I'm not mediocre. I have to pick up myself and think positively. NZ will not deny us just because of that. Go parin Tekla, kahit anong mangyari... hehehe! (Sira ulo na talaga ako.)

Investment

I am trying to compute how much we will be spending for our NZ immigration pala.

Here they are (para sa mga willing na mag-aksaya ng panahon at pera):

PAR (Pre-Assessment Result) - NZ$75 (x2) = Php 5000.00
EOI (Expression of Interest) - 300 9600.00
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Initial while waiting for ITA (paid na to) 14600.00

Eto nalang ang wala pa kami:

ITA Application Fees US$1050 54000.00
IELTS 9000.00
Medical Php7500x3 22500.00
NZQA 10000.00
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more or less 96000.00


Waaaaaa.... over 100K pala magastos din... hay... san kaya ako makahanap ng pambayad no? Maybe I can shoulder NZQA and IELTS pero I bet I would be on bended knees again hihingi ng assistance sa father ko... sa laki ba naman.. di carry ng powers ko to.

Continue to have faith.... if it is for us, God will give it to us in its proper time.

Tatamad-Tamad sa Trabaho

Pag ganito ang mode sa trabaho, syimpre ang ginagawa ay busy-busyhan lang. Kunwari busy ang mga kamay sa pagta-type. Kala mo naman work yong ginagawa, blog pala. Hay, ano ba at parang napakatamad ko ata lately. Or shall we say di lang tama yong mga priorities ko. Kasi ba naman busy busy sa ibang mga bagay tulad ng pagbabasa ng mga post sa Pinoys2NZ digest. Nahibang na ata ako masyado sa planong to. Panu kasi malapit na kaming mag lodge ng EOI namin. Hay, after 8 years.. sana tuloy tuloy na itich... at wala nang masyadong hadlang pa.

Although, honestly sobrang kinakabahan pa rin ako sa mga plans na to kasi ba naman, feeling ko I did not ask for signs from above kung ito na ba talaga ang tamang oras na maglodge ng EOI. Umiiral na naman tong pagka impulsive ko. One year narin pala ang nakalipas since nag attend kami ng seminar sa Sampang. Si Roa nakapag EOI na nung May last year pa, samantalang ako ay inabot pa ng isa pang taon. See? Bagalicious ko talaga.

Buti nalang at guminhawa kunti ang life ngayon, bumaba ang dollar exchange at bumaba ang EOI fee. Siguro eto ang tinatawag na timing? Hmmmpp.. sana. At least mas mababa ang investment namin ngayon. Okay lang sa kin ang mag-antay ng ilang months para sa ITA sakaling ma select. Tama pa habang pakiusapan ko pa ang mabait kong ama para makautang naman.. hehehe.

Excited na kami. Yipee!!!!

First Steps

Ayun sa masyadong bugbog na atang salawikain, "A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step."

Indeed, New Zealand is literally thousands and thousands of miles away from where we are right now. A single step is what we need to start that journey, they say. However, in 1998, we had already taken that single step. The only problem was - we were taking more steps backwards than forwards. That's why after almost 10 years of dreaming about the place, we are still here.

Last year, when Mom went to the states to, you know, work (what else, we can't afford to go there simply on tour), I was so much hopeful that she could lend us a small amount to re-start our journey (for the nth time). Fifteen thousand bucks was all we need then. I just ended up getting very frustrated when not a single penny was loaned to us. I could not blame her (me utang pa kasi ako sa kanya, well).

That was September of last year when the point system was at its lowest. Then my dear papa took his turn in going to the states. Yes, my very generous father. He was willing to lend us money then but it was us who refused as the points went up to 140. Thought it would be difficult for us to pass then.

Four months later, I got across the NZIS site again and tried to review the policies and changes. I tried to get in touch with NewjobZ but they do charge a lot for their service. When I learned from Debbie Go that Kate Go did not really get the service from them, I took a step back and tried to check our points again. Wow, we're at the 140 threshold. That gives us little hope then...

... starting the same journey again.

After 35 Days

I'm back after over 30 days of not posting anything in here. It was either I was too busy (of course, that's a bluff) or just did not want to spare time for it. Of course, I was busy with something else.. more important ones, I hope.

I guess I should be finding time to post here more often to document the 'old' new journey will be taking in.

Hopefully this time, this will be for real.

Ash Wednesday ba?

Nagulat ako, Ash Wednesday na pala. Ang bilis ng panahon, katatapos lang ng Christmas tapos ngayon lenten season na naman. Tsk! Bilis nating tumanda nito.

Neways, di na naman ako nakatulog today. Haay.. lentek na customer yang Nicole na yan, hanggang sa pagpikit ng mga mata ko dala dala ko pa yong concern ko sa account nya. Tuloy di ako makatulog. I was trying to catch some sleep pa naman kasi pupunta sana akong derma.. yan tuloy, di ako matuloy-tuloy. Kakatamad na talaga lumabas ng bahay lalo na pag ganito ang klema, ang init sa labas.. feeling ko magiging useless ang pagpapaganda ko if ma e-expose lang din ako sa sobrang init ng araw.. Haay, bruhang buhay talaga to o. Di pa ako makatulog, sakit pa ng ulo ko, di ko pa maintindihan katawan ko, ang init init pa ng panahon, di pa ako makapag derma at worst me pasok pa ako mamaya. At nag ka carbo loading na naman ako to compensate na wala akong magawa. Sarap mag call in talaga, ewan ko lang kung di ko lang habol habol na makapagtipid ng leave credits.

Ewan, gulo ng mind ko la naman akong iniisip na seryoso puro kababawan lang. I have turned on the airconditioner na... Naman! At least man lang lalamig kunti paligid ko.. pero ang init pa din. Kaya i love the rains. Kasi pag umuulan sarap ng feeling. Abala nga lang sa pag school ni Josh at pagko-commute pag umuulan pero seyet, pag ganitong panahon, masasabi ko talaga i love the rain.. hehehe!

Waaaaaa... ngayon ko lang naiisip, pa summer na pala... so isa lang ang ibig sabihin nito... hotter days to come. Good luck nalang sa Meralco bills namin. Bahala na. Mayaman na daw kami ngayon e kasi ung meralco namin abot na ng 4K ang monthly namin. Naman! Di pa ako nag e-aircon nyan sa umaga ha.

Almost 3.... pag makatulog man ako ngayon barely 4 hours lang sleep ko. Tsk! Pilitin kong makatulog sa station mamaya. Kaya lang i doubt rin kasi ba naman para naman kaming bola nito palipat lipat ng station. Tapos napapaligiran pa kami ng mga full time inbound reps --- ang iingay! Hay, gustong gusto ko na talaga mag call in... ano ba?

Duh! watevah! bahala na! watever na papasok sa mind ko mamaya.. tapos eto pa ha... sumakit pa lalamunan ko kanina... feeling ko magkakasakit ako.. tagal ko na ring din nagkasakit. Bawal magkasakit.. me bata sa bahay!

Sigh... sigh na naman... sigh pa once more.... aarrgghh! Goodbye derma, next week ka na lang, okay, maganda pa rin naman ako kahit di kita puntahan ngayon. Gosh!