TGIF

It's Friday again! Yipee! Workday is almost over. Workweek is now at its end. Another weekend to look forward to. A chance to spend more time with the kids. To top it all, it's a payday weekend. Yippee! Hope you guys have a fun weekend!

Why MIER

A lot of people in the workplace assumed that MIER is a nickname. Very few people know that it's actually my maiden name. Since grade school, I have always been called by my last name, which was then Mier, first because it's easier and shorter, and more importantly, because I like it better.

It's not that I hate my given name. It's just that I find it too feminine. Not to mention it's long. And I don't wanna be called by my second name alone which is Rose, for the obvious reason that I know a lot of people with that name. Hence, my classmates and teachers ever since grade school has been calling me MIER, until I carried it on to high school.

I was called many things in college. I was called, Rose, MR, Mayose, Erose, Erot among other things. When I started working in a call center, I used Mier again as my phone name as it is unique, and since then, most of my colleagues have started calling me by that name.

I wanted to hold on to my last name for as long as I could, however, a guy swept me off my feet too early, and so at a tender age of 23, and being the submissive wife that I am, I filed a status change. (I tried haggling with my husband if I could keep my maiden name but he wouldn't hear of it) It was so funny because it took a while for our IT department to change my log in names after I got married, and people have been wondering when they receive an email from a certain Villamala. The first name was familiar but they couldn't associate it to me, as I have always been Mier to them. It created a confusion for a while, and there I was at my desk smiling.

Now, I'm in a different company, and the original name has long been forgotten. Everytime I see my former co-workers in the mall or in a restaurant, they still call me Mier, matching an apologetic look to my husband. Here in my present company, only a few people know the origin of my call name. They think that it's a shortcut version of my given name. I didn't wanna correct them, as it gives me an excuse to hold on to my maiden name, without the guilty feeling.

Gold Card Award!

I always wanted a gold credit card. I've got silver ones, although the credit limit would have been qualified to be a gold card. I love the prestige that comes with the gold card holder. Well, guess I would just have to contend myself for now of having a gold card award. Thanks to Alrose!

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Speedtest

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Looks Can Be Deceiving

I love to see the look on people's faces when I tell them I am married and I have two kids. I'd love to see their jaws drop in amazement, sometimes disbelief.

I don't take pride in being skinny. In fact, if I can have it my way, I want to be a little bigger than I am now. I actually thought when I got pregnant that I would gain some weight. I did, but only because of my bulging tummy...and that's where the growth stayed..everything else remained the same. If someone would look at from behind, there's no way to tell I'm pregnant. And when I gave birth, I was back to my old figure in two days time. And to think that I got two kids.

And then there's the kiddie issue. I know I look young or to put simply, I look like a kid. There's no way a person I just met would believe me that I have kids of my own unless I have some backing of my friends, or if I show some pictures. It's also hard to believe my age because I'm petite.

It used to bother me before, but now it doesn't. I just smile when I see disbelief in people's faces. After all, it's supposed to flatter me. Most women my age would want to look younger than they actually do, and my youthful appearance is supposed to be a blessing that half of the women population would die for to be bestowed upon.

I am just writing this because a while ago, I saw that same look of disbelief again. And it made me smile in amusement. Well, I am a classic example of "looks can be deceiving".

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Bantayan Weekend Get-Away!

Finally, I now have the time to update you guys about my Bantayan trip!

We started off early, left the city at 6am, and we arrived at Hagnaya at 9am. The ferry schedule says it's supposed to leave at 9:30, however, there were some delays and we were able to leave the port at 10am. We arrived at Bantayan port, and boy! it was the cleanest port I've ever seen. The water is still deep blue and the sandy beach is so clean. I was really impressed.

We went resort hopping as most of the resorts were full. We finally settled in Tickety Boo, as were seduced by the promise of a night life because the bar has a live band.

We got in our rooms, went to the restaurant and ate lunch, and then we headed for the beach. We didn't do much swimming as our tummies we're full, but we had a great time having a pictorial.

We rested for the rest of the afternoon. We took a nap and we were hoping we could go to the market to buy some stuff by mid afternoon, but apparently, we were too tired to wake up. We woke up at around 5pm, and we were hurrying hoping to catch the sunset. Either the sun didn't set on that day (which is impossible) or it was too cloudy to notice. We just at by the beach line and headed for the market to buy some stuff and get dinner as well.

We head back to the resort after dinner and drank beer by the shoreline. Then we went inside our room to change and get ready for the live band. The band was good, and we were surprised to find out later that one of the vocalists was actually the owner of the resort.

We took a moonlit stroll (how romantic!) and then cuddled on the hammock watching the moon (sigh!).

It was past midnight when we decided to call it a night. We wake up late the following day. We were actually planning to wake up early for the sunrise, but it was raining, so we decided to turn off the alarm and dozed off.

We woke up to have breakfast by the beach line (again) and of course, head for a swim took a lot of photos in our swim wear. After which, we decided to leave early hoping we could catch an early schedule for the ferry so we could get home earlier than planned as we are badly missing the kids.

Most of our friends teased us that it was like a honeymoon. It sort of looked that way. We had so much fun we already began making plans of going back we haven’t even left yet. I’m sure a lot of people are anticipating the details of the “honeymoon” part…well, I’m not gonna go further into that (*wink) but we sure had a blast this weekend!

WEEEEEEKEEEEEEND

My work day is almost over! It's a weekend! To top it off, it's a long weekend as the government has declared Monday a holiday! Yipee!

That should mean that I won't be able to update my site for the next three day, because I will be out of town! Yipee!

My husband and I have decided to puush through with the long-postponed trip to Bantayan. Finally! We will be spending the weekend there, all by ourselves, sans the kids! I feel guilty for leaving the kids behind, but they might not yet be fit to travel by land at such distance, so far now, they have to content themselves with the kiddie pool we bought for them.

It's a long,exciting weekend! I promise to post pics and details when I get back. Ciao!

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INFLUENCE

If there is one person in this world who has the most influence on me – that would be my eldest sister.

She’s 9 years older than me, and the age gap has made her more of a mother image to me than a sister. She was the one who took care of me when I was still a toddler, and the very person who taught me the basics- reading, writing, counting, shapes, sounds and the likes. She’s the very reason why I didn’t have to go through pre-school and kindergarten. I was immediately admitted to grade school because I already knew how to read, write and do basic math even without formal school.

She sent me to school when I was in high school and she paid part of my tuition in college. She’s the very first person my husband and I asked permission from when we decided to get married, mainly because, most of the major decisions that I make in my life, I ask for her counsel.

She has mentored me through her example. Most of the habits and mindsets I have today, I got it from her. Even my parenting style, I got it from her. She never preached. On the contrary, she listens to what I have to say, and she showed how to live my life by showing me how she lives hers. My preference on books has also been influenced by her, as she never fails to relay to me what insights she got from reading a good book, be it a leadership book, inspirational or self-help.

She’s a self-made woman. She rose through adversities. She was a self-supporting college student, graduated cum laude in the country’s premier state university, got herself a good paying job – and now she’s at the top of the corporate ladder, earning a six-digit figure a month in a fulfilling and rewarding job.

One of the most unforgettable words I got from her were encrypted in a greeting card she gave me during my high school graduation.


Dream big. Aim high. Pray deep.

Short, simple words. Big, boundless impacts. These are the words I live by.

The Pursuit of Happyness

My colleague Jana, was carrying a DVD yesterday when I asked her what movie it was. It's The Pursuit of Happyness, and she told me she's going to return the DVD to our fellow QE Doi. I asked Doi if I could borrow the DVD, and she said "yes".

So when I went home last night with the DVD in hand. My kids greeted me with the usual shrieks and squeals. Borjie , the couch potato grabbed, the DVD from my hand, then realizing it's not his genre, handed it back to me.

I told the kids that it's mommy's turn to watch DVD tonight. I gave them their books to keep them busy while I turned the computer on, put on my glasses, got me Oreo cookies and started watching.

This movie is about a man named Chris Gardner, played by Will Smith, and it tells of the story of his life and his pursuit to the elusive word "happiness".

It began with a narration of facts about his life, what he does for a living, how much he needs to make to get them by, among others. It tells of the hardships that he had to go through, the rejection and abandonment (including his wife's) that he had to overcome. It tells of the part of his life when he was at his lowest low, nowhere to sleep, no where to go, with a 5 year-old kid in tow.

It made me aware of the reality that all of us face in our everday battle called life. For some, it's not a battle at all, but a flavor to savor. But for the majority of us, there is a part of ourselves that can relate to the hardships and adversities that Will Smith's character had to go through in the movie.

We all have to deal with bills, rental, taxes, food, clothing. We all have to deal with keeping our jobs, losing in investments, asserting ourselves to get a job, working our assess of to get ahead of others, because as everybody likes to say "it's a dog eat dog world out there".

For parents like me, we can all relate to taking care of our kids, juggling time between earning money and being there for the kids, how to properly discipline our children, and the worries of tomorrow...how are we gonna be able to support them, clothe them, send them to school, and ultimately, how we can map out a fruitful future for them.

The movie depicts the everyday battles we need to tackle, the everyday mountains and uphills we need to face, the everyday challenges we rise up to. What made the movie wonderful is that it tells of a story that the human spirit triumphs - over adversities, over hardships, over setbacks...It reminds us that the world may be cruel, but dreams do come true if you believe enough, if you work harder, and if you never let go. The human spirit triumphs over tragedies, despite the odds and ends, because of LOVE. It's what keeps us dreaming and hoping for a better tomorrow, not only for ourselves but for those we love.

The movie moved me to tears, and I believe it did the same to most of those who have watched it, because it reminds us that hope is alive, that our dreams can come true, and love can make things possible.

FAMILY

I grew up in a big family, with 3 older sisters and 3 older brothers. Growing up was not easy, especially in the financial aspect. My parents have 7 children to feed, to clothe and to send to school.

Although it wasn't easy, it was fun. Being the youngest, I was smothered with love and affection by my older siblings. The house was always noisy and it was always a mess, but there's no way I'm trading all my experience for anything in the world.

What made our bond more special is the fact that never have I seen sibling rivalry among us. We all looked out for each other, and gave way for each other. Our parents taught us that even though we don't have everything we need materially, we should take pride in each other.

My siblings are now scattered around the world. I have a sister and a brother in Manila, I have a brother in Dubai, a sister who is based in China but is currently in Manila right now (although she's bound to leave for China tomorrow). I have a sister and brother here in Cebu, but we don't live together.

Growing up, these are the people who has made me strong, has made me feel loved. We get together sometimes, on very rare occasions, but not all of us.

I am closest to my sisters, because we all relate. I love sharing insights with them, be it cosmetics, clothes or crushes, and then moving on to love, marriages, parenting and so much more. It's so glad to have them around even when they are not physically around.

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HAPPINESS

"There are no need for words

when a picture conveys a thousand thoughts

what my heart contains."

Trainings and More Trainings

since it's nearing the end of the fiscal month, we apparently have completed our evaluation list for the sites assigned to us, which means that for the next 2 days, the quality team does not have anything to do anymore. which could have meant that i now have all the time in the world to update my blog site.

well, i guess that wouldn't be the case. as if a two-month's worth of training isn't enough, and the regular friday trainings that we have to bear, our supervisor decided to utilize this time to continue training for other lines of business for our account.

the management's goal is actually to have all of us trained for all lines of business in this account. so far, we've been proficiently trained for two,and we've been doing evaluations for these lines of business.

and now, in the name of productivity, we need to go through the other 2 lines of business so we can at least achieve a basic competency level in the said areas. which means, despite having no more evaluations, it's not a holiday for us.

well, the firewall is up again anyway, which means, limited browsing for us. i guess there are somethings you just have to deal with, whether you like it or not.

AWARD from A!

Wow! I can't believe I was given this award despite me being a mother of two kids...it's really, really flattering! Thanks so much, A! Sexiness is all about feeling good about yourself! So if you feel great, carry a strut and grab this award!

A Post-Valentine Post

My husband has never been the romantic type ever since. He has always been the practical type. That’s why whenever he does something out of the ordinary; it’s like tug in my heartstring.

Because he was working, he wasn’t able to get me something for the valentines. I wasn’t expecting much anyway. But he casually mentioned that we will have our late valentine celebration.

I was never a big fan of valentines anyway. I don’t like the traffic, plus the sight of people getting mushy, if not sulky, when they don’t have anything on that day. I hate it when something as deep and profound as love is being used by capitalist and becomes the subject for commercialism. I mean, let’s face it. Flowers and chocolates and stuffed toys are priced unbelievably high, not to mention restaurants and motels are fully booked. I mean, what’s all the hulla-ballo about? Anyone can give flowers and chocolates, or go out on a romantic dinner date anytime of the year. Why do prices have to be so ridiculous at this time of the year, and why do consumers have to succumb to it?

But then again, it’s not up to me to stage a rally against the capitalist and the commercialism of Valentine’s Day. And if we succumb, we do so for a variety of reasons.

My reason would be the rose and oversized chocolates my husband brought me on Saturday evening. And it felt like a thousand strings tugged my heart all at the same time.

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Sh*t Happens When it Wants to Happen

Just because you’re happy with your life doesn’t mean you are happy all the time.

There are times when you feel down, when all that you’ve expected doesn’t come about, and life gives you a blow after another. These are the times that you can’t seem to compose your thoughts, and even yourself.

It reminds me of Alanis Morisette’s song “Ironic”….times when it seems that everything is bound to go wrong, nothing makes sense, and everything else is out of place.

You come to wonder, how did it happen? How did I get here? Why is this happening? How can I get over it? What have I done?

Then you see the answer. There’s nothing you have done to be where you are. There’s nothing you could have done to keep you from being where you are. Sh*t happens. It’s a natural occurrence. And it happens once in a while, every now and then, and sometimes, it happens all at the same time. Sh*t happens when it wants to happen.

And all you could do is lay back, heave a sigh, give the world a finger, and wait until it comes to pass. Coz yeah, this too shall pass.

On Loving...

I don’t claim to be a guru in love and relationships. In my lifetime, I’ve only been through 2 serious relationships. I won’t even say that mine is a perfect marriage, just a happy one. I never even had my heart broken, but in loving and being loved, I can say a thing or two…

Love yourself. Love yourself in a way that you want to be loved. Pamper yourself, and always remember that you can never truly give love if you don’t have it for yourself.

Love deeply, without measure. In loving, there is no much or more. It can’t be qualified nor quantified. The only way to love truly is by loving deeply, completely and purely.

Respect each other. It’s a pre-requisite to loving. You can’t love a person without respecting him/her. There has to be a certain element of admiration and awe, to continually give you a reason to love a person.

Communicate. One thing that you have to be constantly doing. Always communicate your thoughts, your feelings, and your expectations. Never assume that just because you’ve been together for a long time, everything would go without saying. Be open, honest and transparent. Leave no room for misunderstanding by communicating regularly.

The last thing I would be saying is the key to my happiness..it preludes everything else…

Marry the right person. No sense in loving yourself, loving deeply, giving respect and communicating if you’re with the wrong person. You could be in a good relationship with the wrong person, or both of you could be really good people but are wrong for each other…it is important that you find the person who is just right for you, someone who loves you, respects you, communicates with you. Someone you can grow up and grow old with.

the men in my life

there was this man who opened my mind. he showed me the hard facts of life. he showed me reality. he shattered the rose-colored glasses through which i see the world. he showed me that people my age do not necessarily just go over books, tv's, movies and coffees...a lot are into parties, booze, substance abuse and one night stands. he knows coz he's been through all and out of it.

there was this man who gave me understanding. he made me see that not all men are what they seem to be. that there are men who appear nice and gentle but are actually wolves in sheep's clothing. he taught me that they can say one thing to a girl but actually mean another thing. he showed me that not all guys who give you flowers, take you out to romantic dinners and shower you with compliments are the suitable partners to choose. He taught me how to look out for these types of men, and to see beyond the facade.

there was this man who taught me forgiveness. he made me realize that no matter how deep the wound and how great the pain, there is forgiveness. he was the only person who has caused me so much emotional confusion and mental stress, but in the name of "great friendship" and family ties, i learned to forgive.

there was this man who gave me his world. who gave me patience and tolerance. he made me realize that love, faithfulness and commitment do exist. he has given me dedication like no other. he was a man who'd kiss the ground that i walked on if i ask him to. he made me realize that the kind of guys you read in the novels are real-life characters waiting to be found. he gave me "one great love" i would never forget even if i live a second lifetime.

and finally, there is this man who gave me everything...his heart, his soul, his life...and a promise of forever. he's the man i wake up with each day, whom i share my emotions with, whom i build my dreams with, and who fills my days with love, passion, laughter and joy.

these are the men in my life who has shared a part of themselves to me,not necessarily in a romantic way. people whom i've shared laughter with, who once shared their dreams with me, who have at one point or more have comforted me and have given me companionship. men who have shared their views and thoughts when i needed a man's perspective, whose friendship i truely value because they have made me a better woman.

Commitment

The other day, while having lunch with a colleague, I casaully mentioned that I had a dinner date with my husband in Sinugba Bay the previous night. Curiously, she asked me "do you still have that spark?" I blinked my eyes for a moment, contemplating for an answer.

She told me that she cannot imagine that someone who has been married for as long as we have been would still have the spark. She narrated that she comes from a family where her parents are always fighting, with matching shoutings and flying objects around the house. Somehow, I figured that she lost her faith in marriage.

Well, my husband and I have been married for 3 years. And yes, we still do have that spark. I still look at him, and wonder "How did I get so lucky?". I buy stuff for myself and still gets the thrills whenever I imagine the look on his face if I put it on. I pass through a store and remember that he likes something, and would eagerly buy it for him, anticipating the delight on his face when he gets my surprise gift. From time to time, he pops up little surprises for me as well, and I fall in love with him all over again. And yes, we still celebrate monthsaries.

I cannot guarantee that we will always be like this. There is no certainty that the "spark" we feel right now will always be there. There might come a time that one of us will "stray". But one thing I can guarantee, we both have the commitment - the commitment to work for our marriage, the commitment to make it last, the commitment to keep our family as it is - a happy one.

Why I married my husband...

I married my husband because he was my long-time crush in high school
because we were best buddies during my early teenage years
because he was kind enough to befriend a new kid in school who could barely speak the language

I married my husband because he was the first person to give me flowers and chocolates
because we used to burn telephone wires for hours talking non-sense ( longest record was 5 hours)
because he inspired me to write poems

I married my husband because he’s willing to travel from mambaling to mandaue to see me
because he never fails to show up when I ask him to meet me up
because he’s there when I needed a lift coming home late from doing school stuff
because almost all of my drawn shool projects were done by him
because he taught me how to drive, even if it caused him to lie to his dad about the scratch on the car
because he picks me up at gimmicks with friends to make sure I get home safe and sound
..and he did all these even if he wasn’t my boyfriend.

I married my husband because he’s willing to stay up all night to chaperone me to a date with someone else
because he once talked sense into me when I was on the verge of falling for the wrong guy
because he comforted me with his presence when I longed for the presence of someone else
I married him because I can’t imagine marrying someone else even at a time when I was committed to another person

I married my husband because he was my first kiss
….the first person I held hands with
….the first person I hugged
…and many years later…my first time

I married my husband because I lost in the argument and he got me convinced into this marriage
because he is persistent and never gave up on me
because he is patient…and his patience complements my lack of it
because he is responsible and mature

I married my husband because I can talk to him about anything under the sun
because I can communicate with him on an intellectual level
because I inspire him to be better person


I married my husband because he is my bestfriend, and that they say there’s no better person to marry than your bestfriend.

I could give a thousand and one reasons why I married my husband, but I could sum it all up to one….I married him because I love him, and there’s no better reason to marry than that.

Don't Say Forever...

more than 3 years ago, i exchanged vows with my husband at the altar which include the words " i never believed in forever"...and just because i made the commitment to spend the rest of my live with him doesn't mean that i now believe in forever...i still don't...i should have included that phrase way back then.

i am very careful in choosing my words because it might cost me my lifetime and my marriage. and forever as a word is still too strong for me. i still don't believe in forever, coz marriage is a constant thing, something that we both have to work at to make it last, or we could lose in a blink of an eye.

just because you're married does not guarantee a lifetime of happy togetherness. there will always be instances when you get attracted or interested to other individuals. there will always be times when you'd wonder about the life not lived, the partner not chosen, and the charming person who came a little too late...

there will also be times when you'd wonder what kind of live you would have lived, or what adventures you would have taken had you not been tied down with another person and with the responsibility of raising a family...

there will also be times when you'd wonder if you could ever survive dealing with the same attitude, sleeping with and waking up with the same person...there will be times that you'd doubt if you would never ever get bored with so much sameness and familiarity...

trust me, in my 38 months of being married, i had my share of those...

but marriage is not about doubts, it's never about speculations, never about what-ifs.

marriage is a choice. a choice to stay together, a choice to resist attractions, a choice to forgive misgivings, a choice to accept imperfections and a choice to make it a happy one.

there's no guarantee that you would not be tempted to take an easy way out. there's no guarantee that you could resist an adventure of going solo. there's no guarantee that you would not fall in love with another person. human as we are, our emotions fail us and we develop intimate affections for people other than our spouse. but we have a choice to pursue the feeling, or to stop the flame right there.

and it would all boil down to commitment - the commitment to keep the flame alive and to make it last through your lifetime. it's the commitment to choose what's right.

"in all the years that i have known you, you've always been the one who never went away, and today, i promise to be the one who will always stay. i never believed in forever, but this i promise, before God and before men, that i will honor you, that i will cherish you, and i will love you, today and always."

these are the words i have so carefully chosen, i have heartily and truthfully spoken. words that i am committed to live out, everyday of my life.

My Kids' Prayer

My kids usually sleep late, so when I was still on a night shift, I rarely get the opportunity to put them to sleep. And since I am now on the day shift, I now have the chance to tuck them to bed everynight. And everytime, what signals the bedtime is the prayer time.

I teach them to pray the "Jabez Prayer", following the long list of "thank you's"

We begin by thanking God for their milky and nappy...then "thank you, Jesus for mommy and daddy"...and then the list goes on...

We thank God for each other, then for all the people in the house. Most of the time, they are the ones who initiate thenames and I just repeat it after them for affirmation and acknowledgement.

Eventually, they have understood that they can add names and items on the list. Aside from thanking mama and papa (my parents who are in Manila) Borjie has learned to thank Jesus for Jollibee, for slides, for toys, for Narnia, for Tarzan, for Mickey Mouse and for swimming. After he met my sister and her bestfriend, he added Tita Dobz and Tita Gingging on the list. When he got a Baby Einstein book from Tita Mars, that hasbecome a priority. Zaira on the other handed added Dora, Barney and Baby Bop (Kuya helped translate them to me coz I couldn't make out her words at first) and after she got a Barbie from Tita Mars, she was added to her list. Then we thank God for keeping us safe and healthy

After the narration of the people and things to thank God for, then they would say, "Oh, Lord, that you would bless me indeed and enlarge my territory (and believe me, 2 year-old Borjie can say it in full), may your hands be upon me Lord and keep me away from evil. In Jesus name we pray..." and together they will say "Amen!".

I am amazed that as young as my children are, the have understood the concept of being grateful for the things they enjoy. I only taught them to begrateful for the basic things we are getting like milk, food, shelter and eventually, they started adding the things they enjoy doing or having and the list goes longer everyday.

I purposely taught the "thank you" part first because I want my children, above all, to acknowledge that all things come from God, and I want them to, more than anything else, have a grateful heart.

This Is How I see It

When a bad person is being punished for what he's done, or a good person is being rewarded for his kindness...that's justice.

When bad things happen to good people (and believe me they do)...that's trial, a test of faith.

Whe good things happen to those who don't deserve them (this is my favorite!)...I call it grace.

But then again, good or bad is always relative... an event may seem "bad" but would actually turn out beneficial to us, like little inconveniences may be preparing us for a bigger obstacle that we can easily handle because of a previous training.

In the end, it is important to remember to trust God with all our hearts, not to question His ways... because "All things work together for the good of those who love Him".

Kids' Delight

Before leaving for work yesterday, my kids' nanny told me that my 2-yearold son refuses to eat rice. She asked me if she could buy other food (aside from the one being served) for him like, hotdog or ham. He has always been picky, he probably got that from my pool of genes. I told her that my kids are not allowed to eat processed foods. I told her that as long as he drinks milk and eat cookies, she need not worry about it.

So before going home last night, I told my husband what the nanny said. We agreed to buy the kids jollibee chicken joy and see if that would make them eat. True enough, we we're greeted with squeals and delight by the time we opened the door, and they both shrieked "Wow! Jolllibe!" when they saw the plastic bag we're carrying.

And so it was that two toddlers gobbled up 2 Jollibee chicken joy and rice, dipped with loads of gravy. They were so happy with the food they ate, that Borjie, my 2-year old son came up to me said..."thank you, mommy!"

The food cost us a little over a hundred, but seeing the delight in their faces, and hearing my child say "thank you" with all sincerity melted my heart in one priceless moment.

Here I go!

I am finally done with my evals...(short for evaluations). I am just lounging around the office hoping to be productive. We're supposed to have a calibration, but apparently, most of my colleagues won't be able make it as they still have deadline to meet, with only 15 minutes left to meet that deadline.

And so here I am, trying to be productive...or better yet, trying to make sense with what i'm writing...Hey, didn't I say this blog is ..JustAboutAnything....?

This Is It!

This is it!

After months of planning, formulating, actually starting, and putting off again...I finally have my own blog spot! Thanks to less workloads, I finally have time to do this! And thanks to a good friend, who has encouraged me to actually start..NOW!

Welcome to my site! Or better yet, Welcome ME to MY site...where I can talk about....JustAboutAnything.........