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Showing posts with label Stories and Writings. Show all posts

Volunteer Work

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But of course, it took me a week to write up an entry on my blog. I just wanted to share some photos we took when we volunteered at a Triathlon held at Fairmont Park, PA. This was a fundraising event for The Children's Hospital of Pennsylvania Division of Oncology.

The event was held on June 22nd and yes I know I am posting it late but who really cares! My precious worked really hard that day and had fun. He helped unscrew the caps for the water bottle and fill them with water. He really has grown.

Anyway, hope you enjoy the photos and PLEAZEEEEE don't be scared to leave a comment.









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Luminous Blue Light

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At my new job, I am done working at 3pm on Friday's. This is one of the minor things I love about my new job. They also offer excellent benefit which I should be getting after my 90 day period. Well, my new job is really not what I will be sharing with you. It was Friday and the weather was crappy. Funny how the weather was meshing well with my state of mind. My head was clouded and damp. Just like the weather. I can't wait to see my dose of happiness, my precious SON.

After picking Precious up at school, we stopped by our house to grab the clothes he was bringing to his fathers house. I was feeling deprive of spending a special day with my son. It was not fair! We have shared custody and instead he chooses to have his son on weekends. My anger and frustration about the situation was building up and wanted to lush it out on someone or anyone. I have mastered suppressing my emotions in front of my so. In all honesty, it does takes so much of me since I am the type who wears her emotion on her sleeves.

On our way to my ex hubby's place, we saw several accidents on the road. I told him to make sure to buckle up good since they would be traveling tonight to Virginia. We had our few laughs and minutes later we arrived at his father's home. Precious gave me a kiss and I was on my way back home.

It took me two hours to get back to my house taking a different route to avoid the traffic on East bound 38. The drive would have been shorter if it was not rush hour and no accidents in all corners of New Jersey. Not only that, some places have already been flooded due to the rain.

Around 9:00 pm, I was still on the phone with Matil-duh. Don't ask about the topic since we both could never figure out what we talk about on any of our phone conversations. One thing for sure, we never run out of laughs. In the middle of our conversation, she screamed "Bakla, brownout!!!!" (translation : "Fag, blackout!!!"). I would have not known it since the lights in my house was all off and the television was not on. So I grabbed the no light candle and turned it on. (I got it as a gift from Cyclopse sister this past Xmas, you can get one at Walgreens!). I walked around the house using my cellphone to walk around the house looking for the flashlight. It was really dark and I was still yapping on the phone with Matil-DUH. As I was headed back to my room, I glimpse something bright out the window in my son's room. I looked out the window and saw a luminous Light up in the sky. It was like those neon blue light. As I stare into it, the light's came back on and then it was gone. I was really dumb founded by that sight. The lights went out again and this time the luminous blue light was brightening the dark sky once more. Not knowing what it was, I asked Matil-duh to look out her window. Since she lives below, she can confirm that I was not hallucinating! She does see it too! I was not insane! "What in the world is that?!", I asked her. She has no clue either. Can someone explain this to me?! It has been bugging me for days now. Cyclopes said it could be an electric wave and probably a transformer blew up. But why was it so wide and in was circular in shape? Well, I guess I was just making a fuss about it. It could be an electric wave.





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Morality and Hypocrisy

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Mobbing behaviorImage via WikipediaWikepedia: Morality is (from the latin word moralitas "manner, character, proper behavior".) the learning process of distinguishing virtues and vices.

Encyclopedia of Philosophy:
The term morality can be used either

  1. descriptively to refer to a code of conduct put forward by a society or, some other group, such as religion or accepted by an individual for her own behavior.
  2. normatively to refer to a code of conduct that, given specified conditions, would be put forward by all rational persons.
Why am I talking about this? My dear readers and bloggers, it is about several topics I have seen from different sites. Started by a blog written up by a man from England that has been demeaning to me and my fellow Filipinos. If you would like to read more about this please visit Was there a scam-part 2 and Was there a scam - The motive written by Reyna Elena.




My take on this issue he is a married man who was looking to unleash his perverted desires instead of going to a corner in England, he bought a plane ticket and went to a country far away from his comfort zone. Ignorance, stupidity? I really don't know. If he is a smart man, you would think he would have studied the culture of the people in this country and know more about the person he met online before fleeing his country. It is obvious he knows how to use the computer and should have used that knowledge prior to making such irrational decisions. Morality? Hypocrisy? I am begging you to please tell me.


Before I proceed, I am throwing stones here aiming towards nothing. For some reason you felt the stone is towards you, I do apologize in advance. This is simply my opinion and my blog so I can say whatever is in my mind.
As humans, we are prone to make mistakes. I am positive that all of you know that NOBODY and NO ONE is perfect. And yet, armed with this fact, we are easy to judge others. Is it because of our different backgrounds, religious belief or plain and simple narrow mindedness? Regardless of your answer, instead of your bigoted ways why not let the smarter part of you prevail.

Morals in my belief is a basis on how one should live their lives, so we can learn how to co-exist in harmony in this small world of ours. Before pointing your finger to the person next to you, make sure you look at yourself. Study yourself from the tip of your toes to the end of every strands of your hair, then come back and accuse someone of immorality. Hypocrisy will not help you sleep soundly because you are only fooling yourself and no one else.

So if you look at Reyna Elena, don't be judgmental if he prefers married men.

Don't accuse all the priest as child molesters because of the doing of a few.

don't judge those who do not believe in Monogamy *** open relationship is not for everyone ***

Don't judge me because I am Pink and Biik (piglet)

don't judge all the desperate searchers for love and found them on the internet. (THATS ME)

but you can point your fingers to Bush for the recession and gas hike.


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Memory Lane

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A sign near City Hall points to the sister cities of Los Angeles.

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You think that I would be able to post more stuff on my blog now that I am not working. Sadly it is not. I can't seem to find inspiration on what to write, no ideas or thoughts. Actually, I have at least 7 drafts somehow could not find an ending to them so I deleted it.

My days have been occupied by looking for a job I like and hopefully get noticed to land an interview. I have gone to a couple and hopefully things would turn out for the best. The other day, I went to the city and met with a few head hunters. In my head, help from job hunters should speed up the process for me to get the job I want.

Looking for a job is easy but looking for THE JOB is not. I don't have to drag myself every morning to go to THE JOB. Deep inside I know that I would be miserable if I go to a job. What type of jobs have I landed so far?

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Let us go revisit my memory bank. tuninonio... Excuse me Buraot!!! I need a background to play a music for this. Back to my story.... It is a bit rusty and faded but some remains fresh and surreal. My beloved parents, as great as they are, gave me a graduation gift. It was to visit my cousins and experience the life here in the US while I get myself condition to attend law school. (It was my dream to be a Notary Public at Recto).

As months passed by, my Uncles and Aunts convince me to stop asking my parents to wire me cash. Oh yes, life was beautiful at that time. Money was abundant and I was a spoiled princess. And lets return to the story, In the back of my head, I wanted to return to the Philippines but ok. Let me try looking for a job. The first job I landed was to be a baby sitter. It was not a hard job but really it made me cry. I was crying a river. "This is not me and not the job I wanted!", remarks I would always remind myself. But I was determined to prove that I could do something with my life and not be Daddy's spoiled princess when I return home.

With no work experience other than my internship at Sulpicio Lines, it was really difficult. While seating at the den reading the newspaper, I found an add about a job hunter in LA. Mind you, I have only been in the US for about 3 months at this time. The spoiled first born of my daddy dear head on to her adventure. I did not borrow a car nor ask any of my relatives to take me to the city. It was nerve wrecking and exciting at the same time. Hopped on the bus then took the train. And there I was standing in the heart of Los Angeles, CA. I was filled with mixed emotions. Everything was unfamiliar and yet there I was trying to be independent. Unsure on how the strange city would treat me, I was very careful not to attract any attention towards me. After a couple more days, I got accustomed with my trips to the city. After a week, I started my first Financial Analyst job. It was a small textile company and was a very good experience and exposure for me.

A year later I moved to Philadelphia and that would be a different story.

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Open Letter to my Readers.& Visitors

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Let me start this entry by thanking everyone who have supported my pinky piglet skin. I would have not been fortunate to be part of the Hall of Fame for the Filipino Blogger of the Week 102 hosted by The Composed Gentleman without your votes.


I am still astound on where and how this numbers came from but one thing I know is I could not be more thankful enough. After hearing some dreadful news yesterday, this acknowlegement really brought sunshine to my gloomy day. Some may think I am over reacting. I am aware that this is not the Academy Award, Oscar or Famas. But for newbies like me, this is an excellent opportunity.

I have heard of bloggers who has been really critical and bashes other bloggers who hold marketing strategies such as this. Why begrudge others instead of being happy for their success? As I have mentioned, newbies like me are could not be thankful enough to the experts in the blogosphere.

Most of my visitors and readers have been coming from the sites below:



Thanks again!!!



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One big blah, blah, blah

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I am having a hard time determining what to post for today. Ideas would be floating in the air during day time but it seems to be washed off the moment I face the computer;-) Another unfortunate and a huge dilemma I face is that I am grammatically challenge so I feel really intimidated but that will no longer stop me. How else will I learn unless I put an effort to improve it? I have accepted reality that I am not a writer. But one thing I know and what I was born to do is explore and experience life in every aspect, curve and angle.

Expressing my gratitude to the evolution of our current technology is not enough. Blogging has been my oxygen for the past few weeks. It was really bad when Italiano got me a new laptop, we (meaning me and the laptop) were inseparable. My obsession with pocket books, shoes and clothes seem to have deteriorated. Actually, it is replaced by my passion for new techno-gadgets available out there.

This is where I will end this blah, blah, blah I could go on and on. Jump from one topic to the other. Hopefully, tomorrow I will find something that touch me and be passionate with a topic that I would like to write about.

For those of you who think I wasted your time. Thanks. At least, I am not alone. ha ha ha ha ha

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I will never know

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I am running out of entries to write. Should I start giving pointers on how to revive your boring relationship? Spicing things up in the bedroom with your lover? Yeah right. Anyway, Clementine and I went to High School together. After hanging up with her. Tada! Light Bulb! I will dig back into my past and try to remember as much as I can about hmmm I will be calling him Red. (tuninunino...)

Ewok is a store right across my fathers agency. The High School I went to was not to far from where my fathers office, so my lunch break was mostly spent there. On the right side of his office was another Catholic School. This is where it all began. Back in my Junior year in high school. When I have a few minutes to kill I would walk across the street and stop at Ewok. What they sell is too much of a blur to me right now but I remember how much I love their burgers. As I was looking around the store, suddenly I had this feeling that someone was starring at me. Do I have ketchup on my face? Good thing they have several mirrors there, I checked myself out immediately. All was clear. No dirt, just a pretty face (I was very conceited remember WAS). He approached me and said, "Hi."






"Donna, right?" he asked. He looks a little geeky, dark and cute. "Yes, that's me. And, you are?" extending my hands. In my head, I know he would like to ask for my number and immediately I was ready to give it to him. But then he walked away, his friend who looks pal, skinny and with slanted eyes was approaching. He was really not my type. I have the thing for guys who has a little meat and with a little color. "Did I say something wrong?", I asked myself. Apparently, it was not him who liked me. It was his friend Mike.

I was a bit disappointed but I gave him my number anyway. Dating for me at the time was just talking to someone on the phone and connecting with them. No sex! Yes Clemetine no sex! I may have had several boyfriends back in high school but never really slept with any of them. Days passed and no phone calls. Until, I saw the dark skinned dude with the geeky glasses at the store. He told me that his friend finds me very aggressive and backed off. Well I guess I really am the master on how to scare guys away. We both laughed.

It was the beginning of our connection. We would spend hours on the phone having lengthly conversations. Talking about the common people we know. Things that happened at school, homeworks. We never seem to run out of things to talk about. I think if I remember it correctly his mother would threw slippers at him to get him off the phone. A few more weeks passed, we started having lunches together. We were really in separable during those times. He was the sweetest and best friend a girl could ever have. One day he was walking with me waiting for a ride so I could head back to school for my afternoon classes. He grabbed my hand and said "Open it later.".

The ride back to school seemed forever. Come to think of it, I could have read it on my short ride to school. But I waited. I walked straight towards my cousin and friends. Sitting with my back turned to them, I was excited opening the note he handed me. It was a drawing paper. On it was a man holding hand with a woman watching the sunset by a bay. Below it was the lyrics of "Ever Since the World Began". "Show off" I said to myself. I flattened it out and place it in between one of my folders.

"Good Evening, may I speak with Red, please.", I said as polite as I can. As soon as I get him on the phone, I start rambling about the rest of my day at work. The homework I did not want to do. And somewhere in between I asked.

"Was that the lyrics of the song you were telling me last night?"
"Yes, it is do you like it." he said.
"Are you kidding me? The sketch is so beautiful, you should be painting and stuff. Show off!"
Proudly he said, " I do, I even have a sketch of your face and I was not showing off"

I brushed it off and went on with my ramblings. Months have passed and it was Valentines Day. He was telling me about a girl he likes and if I could look at the card he got her. "Sure, I will meet you at Ewok lunch time.", I responded.

The next day, after having a delicious lunch with my Daddy dear. I went across the street to meet with Red. He handed me the card he bought " To my very special friend." I frowned and complained, "SPECIAL FRIEND" you have a special friend other than me. I was pissed really pissed! I was his best friend no one else is allowed to be special. I told him you could have gotten her a card saying to my special someone not special friend. Not realizing, I was being really ridiculous. I got so upset and walked out.

Next day was Valentines day and I met with him again at the store. In the back of my head, I was hopping he have forgotten how childish and spoiled I was. So I asked how the girl reacted after giving her the card. I even asked about the rose I told him to get her. He said, "She don't need it." "Ok retard, why are you having lunch with me when you should be having lunch with her. It's valentines day. " I said. He just gave me some answer and I did not really care. In my head, I know its better I get to have lunch with him . We started walking toward the next street so I could get a ride to get back to school then he handed me a beautiful long stemmed rose and a card. I was really surprise. I opened the card and it says "to my special someone". My reaction and the first words that came out of my mouth was "Are you insane? Did you read the cards before you write on them, you gave her the wrong card." He looked at the card and look back at me and said. "No, its right. You are my special someone".

A few weeks passed, I started going out with one of his school mate. We will be calling him ben. Why you might ask? We never really discussed being together. To that we agreed that our friendship was more important As days go by, I was seeing less and less of him. To the point I was feeling he was shutting me out.

Another week has passed. The phone rang, "Hello, may I speak with Donna?". "I guess you heard? What I don't understand is how come you just dropped me like that? I thought we were the best of friends. Red!" "Are you ok?", he asked. I wanted an answer from him. How I was feeling towards my break-up with Ben was not as important on how he just stopped talking to me. "I tried to call you so many times and you weren't taking my calls. What the hell is wrong with you?", I screamed. He told me that Ben's friends was teasing him that he was jealous. To avoid argumentation, he just backed off. I felt really bad for him and apologize on how I reacted.

Years past and we were both off to college. New doors have opened. Meeting new people. He was busy at his end and so was I. We still manage to keep in touch but tried so much to not talk as much as we used to since the people we were dating does not feel comfortable with our closeness.

After I graduated college, I hear from him less and less. But I wasn't really that concerned until the moment came that I have to leave the country. So many times did I attempt to see him before I leave but he could not spare me some time. "Red, I don't know how long I will be away. Can you please find sometime?". His answer was, "Donna I told you I can't, Babe really don't feel comfortable when I talk to you what more if I see you."

I left forgetting everything about my past. Leaving everything at the NAIA. A year have past and suddenly, I receive this letter.

When you said you were leaving, I thought its just the same as your other trips quick and in a few weeks later you will back. Months passed and then it dawned on me how much I really care for you. How much I am missing you? You're no longer a phone call away. I have taken you forgranted. Why I never have the courage to tell how much I love was another mistake I could not resolve? All I have now are memories of the times and moments we have shared. I love you always. Red.

I will end it on this note. There were more but I need to go to bed. Hope you enjoyed it.



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What a day?

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Good Friday. I woke up early today to take Matilda to the airport in Philly. Regardless, I still need to get up early since Italiano have to be at work. While preparing breakfast for Precious, I called me Daddy Dearie because it has been a few days now that I have not spoken to them. It was a great morning.



Precious and I have to stop at the mall to grab a couple of shirt for Easter Sunday. He wanted to get a Pink shirt?! A girl at school have told him (I really think he likes her) loves that color so I guess he got influenced. Anyway, on our way out of the store my sister-in-law BRUhilda (love yah) send me an IM. I told her I am still out and will have Precious chat with her.

We were on Interstate 95 and was talking to Precious on what he can and can't do while chatting with his Tita(Aunt). Then I look up my rear view mirror and holy CRAP. A STATE POLICE car with his lights on. I moved to the right lane thinking (and hoping) he would pass me. But with my luck HE WAS PULLING ME OVER!!!! He said, "Do you know how fast you are driving?". My response was no. First and foremost, I told myself I just got off the exit. Second, I was just following someone in-front of me. He said "You are driving 90 miles an hour." My jaw dropped! That's reckless driving! I was almost in tears. As the cop was walking away with my drivers license, my phone rang and its Italiano. I told him what just happened and he tried to calm me down. A few minutes later the good looking State Cop approached me. He said, "Ma'am, I gave you a break, I lowered it from 90 to 74 miles. Be safe and have a great weekend."

*SIGH* At least it is less than what I thought it would be. So I drove like a normal tax paying obedient citizen.


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New Post Old Post: Dumbbells are for Smart People

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There was a point in my short time here on earth when I was insane about working out. I have been so inspired to be payatot dahil I was really tababoy, thats why I am called TiTABAna. I was so self conscious and was working out 3 times a day on weekday and all of my free time on weekdays…

I just got divorced then and my son would always be at his father’s house. I felt so lonely and was stirring away from the night life with Matilda. (may hangover pa kasi ako from the day before). On top of being lonely, it was the MEMORIAL weekend so everyone were busy with their family and shore plans. While me on the other hand was waiting for the time I would have to pick up my son and aunt so we can go down to AC to meet my friend Nans. For some insane reason I had this urge to work out for 3 hours straight (BORED KASI AKO!!!) So I went to do my one hour walk, then head to the gym for another hour. I was really killing TIME. It was only 8 am and I have nothing else to do… GRRRRR!!! Since I had 5 more hours to burn, I decided to do some leg lifts. I laid on the floor and did a little Winsor Pilates. Then I pulled the chair closer to me so I can do my leg lift. OUCH!!!! I was so dazed. I tried to brush it off and did a couple of leg lift. My head was really throbbing and I was sweating profusely. When I wiped my head with my hand, OH NO!!! I was bleeding. You got that right the idiotic dumbbells rolled over the stool and fell on my purty face…

I washed my face and was going to drive my self to the hospital As I was headed out, my aunt just arrive and asked what happened. so I told her my dopey story and she called Matilda. The funny part is I have to wait for no sleep Matilda who was in Philadelphia, to pick my Dopey ass to go to the hospital.

BTW, while waiting for Matilda you would think I would have forgotten about my camera.





Since I am trulili vain…




hihihi… my insanity did not stop there… i still drove to Atlantic City after 6 stitches





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Chapter 2: Sofia's Life

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Sofia: Hello
Alex: Would you like to chat?
Sofia: Sure


One of her outlet is chatting with people online. She thinks of it as minggling and socializing without worrying what to wear. The Internet seems to be the place to meet intriguing and interesting people. As a matter of fact, she have meet a couple of people online and became really good friends with them. Of course, there was a time when this guy asked her if she would like to see him on his webcam. She thinks he looks and sounds pretty decent so she agreed. The moment she clicked on that box to accept the video, a big screend popped on her screen. It was the guy jerking off! So surprised on what she saw and started laughing. Since then her response is always "If you would show me your toy make sure you can suck it. If not then don't waste my time."


They were talking about birthdays and realize there birhtday is a week apart. His sense of humor has a touch of sarcasm but the way he delivers just makes her giggle. "Would you like to see me on my webcam?", Alex asked. For some reason, she was taken aback and was not able to answer him instantaneously. "Ha Ha Ha! Did I scare you? I just wanted to know if you would like to see my face. Just my face.", he claimed. She just started laughting and told him about her responses to men who asked her that question. "No, its totally general public." he said.

It was really late and Sofia was tired. She said goodnight. "If you would like to give me a call sometime, my number is 609-555-2222.", she added. "Oh so, I passed I now get an opportunity to call you.", Alex said teasingly. Sofia was just laughing as she read his last message. "For now I guess, it just happen that the laptop is burning my legs and I am tired starring at the screen. If I don't like to hear from you again, all I need to do is call my cell provider and change my number." and they started laughing.

Bobby was already up laying beside Sofia watching Disney Channel. "Good mornng, sweetpea. Don't you think its too early for you to be watching TV.", she asked. "Mom, I was trying really hard not to wake you up. So you won't say that to me.", he said. He really cracks me up. If you asked where he heard or seen the things he said and do his response is "Nothing, my Brain just think it." Sofia knows how much Bobby made things easy for her.

It was seven 9 years ago when Sofia met Bobby's father. Jason is 4 years older than Sofia. They have met online when she was still living in her nice cozy apartment in Long Beach, CA. As every relationship is everything started like a bud of flower, not knowing what to expect if it would bloom or die before it even flourish. Her relationship with him started to cramble down after Bobby was born. Jason was always the time Sofia spent with her son and family. After 8 years of marriage, she finally made the decision to move on with her life. They have been separated for 7 months when she sent him the divorce paper. He signed it and gave it to her on her 30th birthday. He was flamming in anger when she said, "Thank you. This is the best gift ever."


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Brain fart

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You have no clue how many sentences I have started with and ended deleting all of it. Yes, it is brainfart day for my pigness. At least, it did not rain today. The weather have been really crazy lately. This past Saturday, it was at least 67 degrees and none stop pouring rain. Italiano and I drove to Philly and it was horrendous! I am not sure if it was the traction of my car or just plain hydroplaning with all rain sitting on the interstate.

Saturday:
I did not want to open my eyes. I simply was dreading it because I am now officialy a senior citizen. I will be shopping at TJ Maxx on Wednesdays with Matilda and going for the early bird specials at Friendly's. ***sigh*** . "Happy Birthday, honey." as he gave me my birthday kiss and hug. He was dressed and was ready to step out of the door. "Stay there and I will be back." he said. He has this deep voice that melts me everytime he whispher in my ear. Being obdient as I am, I started getting ready.

After making the bed, I went to Precious room to get him ready for the party he begged me to attend a month ago. Him and his friends would be watching the Trenton Devils at the Comcast Stadium in Philly. He opened his eyes with excitement. He was really looking forward to this day. Pavaroti started playing! Oh no its my cell, my parents was greeting me a Happy Old DAY! "Mom, I forgot its your birthday." he said. He gave me a hug and said, "Can you go find me a paper?" I was a bit confuse and was wondering what he needed it for. I told him to go the small room and it should be under the table.

Italiano came back with breakfast and my dunkin donut coffee. We were about to sit at the dining table and Precious was running down the stair handing me his present. He said, "Mom, Happy birthday!". It was the white paper with his Pokemon drawings. It was the sweetest thing. I gave him a hug and a big mommy kiss and said Thank you, darling."




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Sofia - the moment she fell in love

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I could barely open my eyes ... "Damn it!", I said to myself. I must have drunk a gallon again last night. I can still smell the tequilla I consumed. I just brushed it off and told myself it was your birthday party anyway. I ran to the bathroom and took a quick shower. Argh! My head is still pounding. "At least you don't reak anymore!", I told myself. I went to my son's room to get him ready for school. Again, I was a bit too late. He was up and all ready for school, thanks to my adoring Aunt.

"Good morning mom!" and he gave me a big kiss and hug. "How was your old people birthday party?", he asked smiling at me. I said, "It was so boring, sweepie. It would have been ecstatic if you where with Mommy." Actually, I could hardly recall the events that transpired last night. I won't tell my sunshine that of course. We both had breakfast then off to his school.

My work schedule was a bit hectic. I had meeting and conference call scheduled all day. The reports to be finalize to submit to our parent company in Finland. I love it when its busy at work, it makes the day seem shorter. After my final conference call, it was 6pm. I shut my computer off and drove home.

"Mommy's home!" I yelled. My son was running towards me and gave me a big hug. He took my bag and place it down on the couch. "Mommy sit here and watch Tarzan with me.", I sat down and relaxed. My Aunt was making Crispy Pata and Fried Rice. The aroma made me realize I have not eaten all day. I helped my Aunt set the table and the three of us had dinner. I felt gorged after dinner. That's when it dawned on me that I did not go to the gym today. Ah! Great dinner like this is worth it.

Bobby and I sat down on the couch and watched Harry Potter, before he went to bed. He knows Mommy loves to watch Harry Potter. We sat the movie we both have seen so many times. But it does not matter. He had a great time talking while watching the movie. He was telling about the other kids at school. The games they played and the new things he learned. He was like, "Mom, do you know who infented the electricity?". "Hmmmm, let me see. OH I know its me!" I said jokingly. He started laughing and said you are always silly mom. Its time for him to get ready for bed.

It was Mommy's alone time. I went to my room and closed the door. After my separation from Bobby's father, I have established a nightly routine well that is if Betsie wasn't dragging me out to party. But since I still have a hang-over from last night it would be good to just relax watch a movie and go online. "I wonder if my sister would be online tonight."

I turn the tv on and grap my laptop and signed on to Yahoo Messenger. A window popped up "Alex: Hi!"

to be continued when I feel like it lol.......

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Falling In-love with the wrong man.

Monday Tag , 5 Oinks

A good friend of mine is going through a dilema in her life. Clementine (of course not her real name) is going through a divorce. She's been very unhappy with her soon to be ex-husband due to marital issues they could not resolve. For the rest of the single mothers out there, you know how hard it is to juggle kids and work. It is hard to be a single mom more specially if you have 2 young children. She lives at the other end of the country so all I could do is lend her an ear and to be as supportive as I can on her ordeal.

We caught up a few days ago. We went through several how's who and who's doing who. And of course, end up talking about whats new in her life. She happily said that she thinks she is in love again. I was really happy for her. (I like love stories and whatever drama there is) All I could say at the moment was "GREAT!"


She ended up telling me a bit more about her new found love. We will call her man ... hmmmmm "Ramonok!" (tenks to Matilda) Clementine used to date Ramonok back in college. But as most relationship back in college, they parted ways and moved on with their lives. "He never got married after the break up?" I asked. Apparently, he found someone else and end up marrying Gurlalush (that will be her name). They have children and she is currently residing in Africa with their kids.

My eyebrows raised! I did not jumped to any conclusion. I simply asked her to repeat what she said and followed it with the question "Are they separated?" I was keeping my fingers crossed until she said the word "NO." I was speechless and listened to everyword she was saying. Ramonok told Clementine that his marriage is currently on the rocks! (rock my a&&!!!). "Clementine, it has always been you.", the idiot Ramonok said.

My Biikness got really really pumped up. "So you are his bimbo.", I asked. "Well, most of the men who finds me attractive are usually commited." I was ready to fly to wherever she was and just give her a slight tap on the head. "GAGA KA BA?!" (Are you dumb?) I said to myself. I was not sure what to tell her at that point. For those who does not know me, I do not concede to this. I believe in the saying that you don't do to others what you don't want to be done to you. I believe in HONESTY sometimes it may hurt but at least you are aware.

I hope she can read this right now and know that I am saying this from the bottom of my a&&. I myself do not believe what Ramonok said to her. Men tend to take advantage of womens vulnerability. We women sometimes just jump on that chance and think later. It is the 21st century and we should look at things in different perspectives. We can't keep consuming ourselves with lies and start looking at the big picture ahead. I don't want to believe she is in love. I think its more of the psychological benefit she receive from being intimate with someone. Sex is known to be a mood lifter. Please do not rush into things.

Sometimes in life you could not really see what lies ahead of you. You get side track and stop thinking straight. You just have to take your time (hindi ko ginawa) and see where and what you want for your future. You make your own destiny with the guidance of a powerful force. You just have to search within and figure out which road you would like to take. Don't forget to be true to yourself, you fool no one except youself.

I sure do hope you get your answers and your happiness. Clementine remember there's alot of things around. You just have to broaden your horizon.


yours truely,


Oh diba parang trulily!


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