Category Archives: Friendship and sisterhood

One minute inside my head…

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I want to go out now, away from this busy city, away from the crowd…away from my friends and family. I want to be free from my kids’ cries and covering my ears and hiding from this dark room doesn’t seem to be of help. Oh I love my husband and my kids and leaving them doesn’t come to my mind. I know it sounds crazy for a mother like me, but I want to go somewhere in which only the birds humming and chirping be heard as they are like music to my ears; where no other human being exists. Where the falling of dried tree leaves make its soft noise, where the moist of fresh morning dew will touch my tired body, where the blow of the unpolluted air carries away all my worries. Just for once in my life, I want sometime alone. My “me” time; not to think of something else but to release all the thoughts that haunting in my head…

Shall I try yoga then? I should. Soon. Maybe.

Back to SchooL!

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Myke: Mommy, i'll make u proud of me...I'll raise my hand when I know the answer just so teacher will call me and let me speak... Mommy: I sooo love you baby...

Gone were the days when your body was inseparable from your bed; say goodbye to long sleeping hours. Enough of the movie marathon nights and of staying up till late and waking up soo late because summer holiday is over! It’s school time once again! Darn. Darn. Darn. Hate it? Love it!
My old routine is back again. Waking up at 5am to prepare the kids for school…prepare their breakfast, their recess snacks, giving them a bath then prepare myself for work. Good thing Dada is helping me with the household chores. He changed a lot since we’ve moved and I thank him. God is so good that He is always there for me and my family. 

My kids find it hard to sleep early since the class starts because they used to sleeping late for 2 months. Blame it on me. I spoiled them when I was on holiday too. Now, I can’t blame them whenever I’m waking them up in the morning….

Dada and Myke...

Awww so sweet! I don’t want to disturb them but…wakey, wakey!

Look at my eldest. All wrapped up with my blanket…

And I convinced them to rise and shine without hearing any complaints. That’s my girls!

My grown up little ate...i'm missing our bonding moments...

Back to school…back to never ending tasks. I have been busy since the class starts. From shopping for their school things, plastic covering of books and notebooks, (thanks Ninang olive for helping out) checking uniforms from one store to another, things like that. Sighhh. More to go Leigh. Aja!

Mama Alix’ despedida de Canada

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For the last time this month, Mama Alix (our Sykes Asia friend) invited us for her last throw away despedida party before he’ll fly for Canada later this month. I am not so sure how many parties they have celebrated in preparation for his Canadian dream. From his Sykes friends, tennis and visayas group, ambulances and nurses group, in short, non-stop parties and get together since last month.

We had one, two weeks ago, that was exclusive for Sykes people and today, mixtures of friends from different groups. Dada just dropped us (me and Myke) in Burjuman center station for we need to take the metro train. He didn’t go with us since he had a commitment to one of his friends from tropang badminton who is also throwing a birthday party. Kyle is with him. I was not supposed to leave home, was planning of resting the whole day since tomorrow’s gonna be a hectic day in the branch. But realizing that I’ll surely miss the fun and the bonding moments with our dear mama alix made me decide to go despite the long distance between my place and hers.

I’m going to meet Apple and Ericka here in IBN batuta station, call time, 7pm. But hey, mind you, time right now is 5mins before 8pm. Holy cow! Myke is getting bored. I shouldn’t trust them, errr…I mean Erick when it comes to time (hehehe). He is always late. I should have been used to that and do the same thing to get even but I can’t. I can’t stand and feel at ease knowing someone’s waiting at me. I value my time. Maybe being a wife and a working mother who do all the hands on with the kids and household chores plus the office works made me value and use my time… wisely.:)

The two finally showed up, Apple at 8pm and Erick at 815pm. Olive’s still at home with Payrol. I am not mad having waited for more than an hour with my bipolar. We arrived at Mama Alix’s place and its sooooo crowded and OMG! Foods are overflowing and they all taste heaven to my eyes. (“,)

What caught my attention is the home made cake by one of Alix’s friend. See how it looks. All are edible. You can eat everything on it….

Yummyness!

See how yummy it looks. Unfortunately though, I never had a taste of it. Huhuhu. We left her place before the cake tasting. Too bad. I called Dada and asked him to pick us here since it’s getting late. Yep. I’m blogging while in his place, using my mobile. While waiting for Apple and Erick, I decided to start writing just to ease my boredom. It works, really.

Anyhow…see the choco cake from me, olive, aps and Erick. Thank you Ninang Olive for the effort. 🙂

i sooo love this cake.

I soo love this cake from Brownie. Sweet and heavenly.  And my super blueberry cheesecake…I told them that I baked this during our 1st get together…holy crap! Erick believed that I really baked this one…
Hehehe. Wishin and hopin

my very own...

Anyhow, we are having fun when Dada and Kyle arrived. Asked them to have their late dinner first while I was having my cranberry juice and a glass of red horse from Erick…wahhh! Enough of that. We need to go home…

Gotta end this now. Can’t concentrate at all…

Mama Alix, the aspiring Canadian...

See Mama Alix? Ain’t she lovely?

the picture of us…

written on friday, september 02…

A tale of two friendSter…

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I wrote this on April before her birthday, but it was only today that i made it publish in my blog…

She is the girl you wouldn’t want to mess up with. She’s tough, strict, and straight forward, will speak what’s on her mind, good or bad yet full of substance. I don’t exactly remember how we were introduced as an office colleague or how the two of us became close and ended as best friends and a godmother to my eldest.

I first saw her during our night shift duty in a call center based in Ortigas. She was wearing denim knee high skirt and a gray sweatshirt with a huggable pillow wrapped around her arms. She looked snob at first sight and as true as the saying “first impression lasts”, til now she looks that snob…but behind her snobbish and firm look, a heart as pure as gold is resting inside…

I had a set of friends then and she had too. But since both of us were assigned to the same team which was the Abuse support, we later had our exchange of hi’s and from then on, we casually talked about anything work related. As days go by, I got a chance of knowing her because we have common friends.

After giving birth to my eldest daughter, majority of my team mates became the godparents and she’s one of them. Thank God she accepted the responsibility of being a godmother even I informed her so late. Shame on me! She didn’t make it on the baptismal rites but was there on my daughters first birthday. Thanks Ninang!

Little did I know, we became close. We used to hang out, malling, movies, attend to parties, overnight stay at our place, cooking together (but please spare her to clean the dishes – she hates it! ) in short, we are no longer colleagues or kumares, we are friends.

Among the set of friends I have, it’s her that I find it easy to confide whatever issues I have in mind, thoughts that bothering me, my marriage issues. I was never ashamed crying my heart out while telling in tears all that I hated about my hubby (during our 1st three years) what I was going through about my marriage life (she’s single by the way), those things. She was there to listen. Her words of encouragement lift my spirit high. Being rational, she’s always looking at both sides of the story, giving all possible reasons and conclusions about how and why things happen. She won’t tolerate your excuses and will never take your side of story just to make you feel better. She will never pamper you and never gives you false hopes unless you gave her your right points. She’s mean, sometimes…yes and I love her.

If there is someone aside from your journal who can keep your secrets, it must be her. I know all my secrets are safe with her (hmmm…what could that be?) that’s the reason why I am so comfortable talking to her and pouring my worries out. We share some secrets, talks about our secret enemy and our secrets hate for them. Hehehe! She’s not judgmental, she’s fair, and the trait you’ll surely love because you feel accepted whatever flaws you have. Sometimes when I am feeling so down, just listening and hearing her advices makes me accept and look at the brighter side of life. She’ll make you love yourself; your life most when you forget loving and wanting your own self…so sweet.

I don’t know where else is she getting all her courage and that strong personality to think that it’s not only I who is coming to her for advices (Bo’s spirit is living within her, I guess. ) I know she too has some grievances to share but I know she can and she handles it well, else she wouldn’t be the one I knew from the start.

Money matters? I’ll never think twice to whom I shall run to whenever I am short of my budget. Although she’s not a banker, her pocket is always ready for me…interest free! Wink…wink!
But don’t you dare breaking your promises to her if you don’t want to ruin the friendship. She value your words, what you’ve said will always be forever etch in her memory. Trust is all that matters in our friendship, our love for our friendship is what keeps us growing.

10 years of friendship and we are still counting. No simple tampuhan can put our friendship down. After all, she’s not just a friend to me, but a very best friend, a sister, a very good listener and adviser. She’s a family. She belongs. I just hope I can return back the favor and do the same thing to her when the time comes that she needs me.

She’s got the looks, deep set of smokey eyes (she tried to look like one for just 1 night), height of a ramp model, curvaceous body, health buff, workout addict and her name is OLIVE

smokey eyes...

Olive and the malditas

Maybe

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Maybe…

”there are moments in life when you miss someone — a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child — so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real, that once they are around, you appreciate them more…”

I dreamed of her last night…actually it was already at dawn when I saw her in my dreams. She looked as fresh and beautiful as ever. We were like a twin sister. She was waving at me and trying to say something…God I am missing her. Much as I would like her to stay and have a conversation w/ me, she soon gone without saying bye. It’s like she was just there waving at me and then in just one snap of a finger, she was no longer there in front of me…

I was wondering if those who passed away still remember those they left behind. Do they still recognize us or will recognize us when we meet them in there? I still remember the movie I’ve seen before, that when they meet in heaven or in hell, you won’t recognize them anymore or you both don’t know each other. Their physical appearance changed but you know in your heart, that they are your loved ones who passed away.

Sometimes I am thinking how she is doing now. Whenever I see a person who looks like her, I can’t help but reminisce all the memories we’ve shared. Those happy and bad times; our never ending stories about anything; the borrowing things, like she will walk in to my room, checked on my cabinet then taddaaah! She will get my clothes and accessories in there…and even if her shoe size is 1 size bigger than mine, she will still use my shoes for she adores all of my things. Hehhehe! There was this one time when she borrowed one of my fave top and she slept over at her friend’s house, she returned home telling me that her bag has been snatched and my fave top was in the bag. I almost screamed at her for not taking care of my things. But then, much as I would like to blame her, I can’t. She is my older sister, and she is my best friend. I am thankful that nothing happened to her and no harm has been done by someone who snatched her bag.

I can still recall each night when she comes home, she has a lot of complaining for the traffic, no ride going home; that she was tired from work; anything! Name all the complaints and she has it in line. I was telling her that those are litanies just so she can avoid doing the household chores. But I love her.

Things are ok between us sisters even if she’s like that. We have different flaws and we understand each other; yet sometimes she can’t stand my mood. Said I’m making her crazy for my mood swings, but she loves me. I know.

She loves my recipes. She likes all the dishes that I cooked…because if not, she’ll be dead! My ginataang tambakol (fish cooked in coconut milk) was very famous for her; that even if I cooked that everyday, she’ll keep on asking for more…more…everyday.

She is kikay than me…more pa cute than me. I admit, she is beautiful than me. Sometimes our cousins can’t help but comparing the two of us. All praises for being beautiful was with her, but I am smart; and so they think that there was this competition between us…we don’t mind.

I never forget the day when she left, she passed away without any sign. I am here and she was there. I can’t go home, to take care of her and to be with her. And I was blaming myself for not listening to her. Said she will be missing me and that she was not happy about my decision of leaving them. I never got the chance of hugging her even just for the last time… For me she is my little sister, she needs my help in everything; she is vulnerable. At her age, she was not that mature enough to think about the future. For her life is like counting 123. If things are getting out of control, it made her upset. I was always there to cheer her up…

Is she thinking about me now? Does she know how much I am missing her? I just hope she does. I just hope she still know how much I love her. My childhood dreams are all build with her. She is my best friend. My super dooper sister. I just hope she knows how to go back home…

Love yah sis! I’ll see you…not that too soon.