Subscribe
Related Entries you might want to check out:
Buh Bye Waltermart
Archives for November, 2008
Look at her now.
Watch out Daddy! We got a dangerous lady here! LOL
Yellow Cab and the 100 peso Ice Cream Scoop
Posted on Nov 17, 2008 under 2008 Week at a Glance | 5 CommentsI will blog about the ice cream soon. I just want to post pictures from my Mom’s birthday lunch last Friday. Weekend recap to be posted tomorrow (para meron naman akong iblog). There are a lot more at my Flickr – it’s just friends’ only though)
Family Pictures:
- Ate at Yellow Cab. My kids ate pizza like they eat spaghetti. LOL
- I finally saw Massimo’s. Quaint little house. My Mom requested for their homemade pistacchio ice cream which is a whopping hundred bucks per scoop. Count the number in our family and that’s how much we paid for ice cream LOL
- Went to Robinson’s Supermarket. I can definitely see us going there every week. Goodbye Waltermart for groceries! LOL. Nearer eh.
Hope you have a great weekend!
Watch out for:
1. More pictures – Massimo’s and Robinson’s
2. Weekend Recap with Edil (He came home).
3. Some good news.
Gotta space them ya’know 
I have over 1.5GB worth of pictures this weekend. I aim to get them to 4GB so I can burn them to disc soon
Before I get to sharing my recap though, I just need to say how much I have been enjoying watching Grey’s again? I stopped watching after Season 2 (because I just was busy watching Coffee Prince) but Im now watching seasons 3 and 4 and Im enjoying it again. After this, Im going to be watching House again and Im going to try seasons of ER (I heard it’s their last season). All the talks about anything serious to anything funny (trying to insert catheters in screaming 70-year old women for example) and seeing people in white coats make me giddy!
Today my Mom takes centerstage.
When I was 4 and was graduating from Kindergarten, we were told when we went up on stage we should tell what do we want to be when we grow up.
I went up the stage and said, “When I grow up, I want to be like Mommy.”
At age six, I had puberty drama in advance and when my Mom would discipline me, Id write hate letters to my Mom. Id write “I hate my Mom” over and over again and I even had the guts to give the letters to her (geesh, I can totally see Martha doing this in a few years’ time).
And my Mom would always say, “I dont care. You will understand someday.”
So those scenarios would often be repeated throughout the first 19 years in my life. Except I wouldnt write hate mails anymore.
Id talk back, rebel and generally just hate her.
Looking back I think hate is such a strong word for what I felt. I think now it was just me being such a pain in the a** and wanting to have my way all the time. It doesnt help that my Mom is such a perfectionist and overthinking stage Mom. She would drill decorum and breeding and everything else every chance she can get.
At 13, I even said to myself after a fight with my Mom:
”I will never be like her.”
But you see, at 27, with two kids, I am striving to be LIKE her.
My Mom never let me believe in false truths to make me feel better. She gives me raw bitter truths and tells me how to deal with it. When I was 9, she told me I was so manang and that when I smile, I need to show my teeth because I look babalu all the time. She told me I wasn’t pretty but I had the charm. And that if I smiled with teeth showing, my face radiates and my eyes twinkle. She would even demonstrate how I should do it
She tells me that I can do anything and that I am good at everything. Not because I am her daughter but she believes I AM. Who believes in you that much?
When I got pregnant she was so heartbroken. But from the moment she knew she would sit down with me during breakfast and tell me stories. Stories about her relationship with her mom, my Dad, the early years of marriage, that hard parts, her hardships. And I saw a side of her I never even tried to see.
If she would have tried to tell me stories instead of telling on me all the time, we would have been friends earlier. I can tell. But all that is in the past because we are friends. I talk to her everyday and I know I can tell her everything without being judged. Of course, it doesnt stop me from getting annoyed with her all the time but still, she is my Mom
See, my Mom is THE SuperStar. Everything we excel at, she has done it better. My Dad cannot live without her. My kids cannot live without her. I cannot live without her.
Let me sum this up by telling you what Matthew, at age 5, told my sister, when he was talking with her. This has become our quotable quote of all time.
LOLA IS THE BEST.
And she truly is.
Happy Birthday Mommy!
Today I feel grateful:
1. I have proved how powerful the internet can be at marketing and I have grasped an amazing scenario how far my blogging and online presence can influence, affect and reach people. (I won!)
That must have been such a serious segue but yes, it really made me think. How much my life is OUT in the open. How much strangers can know about me. It is scary.
But I will use it a challenge to constantly inspire, motivate and share what I know and believe in with people.
Naks, Ang drama.
2. I am grateful for my kids (Im just using this post to get new pictures of them – I am sure you have missed them!)
I feel unappreciated and underrated most of the time but these kids think I’m a Superstar. It feels so great to be needed this much. It makes me feel good I can give this much too 
It is hard to keep the kids entertained with only one TV. Usually, it is Matthew who always loses and resorts to reading books as Martha watches Dora, Barney and various movies she has seen 100 times at least five times a day. I can totally sympathize with my son when he claims he is bored. It really gets boring. He can’t play all the time in my laptop as I need to work (I usually limit him to only two hours a day). I need a way to keep Martha entertained. The thing is, Martha is a hogger. Whether we are reading books or drawing on paper, the TV needs to be ON and it needs to be playing HER movie. Selfish brat huh? Maybe Santa will be good to us this year and give us another TV. Audio books
are something Im considering for Matthew. He can rest his eyes while listening to books – granted I can find items suitable for him. Of course there are High School Musical books, CDs and DVDs that are all the rage right now. I promised him we would watch HSM3 and we still havent gotten to watching it. We cant find any babysitter for Martha. 
What about me though, you ask? Well, Im trying to catch up on watching movies on my laptop when the kids are sleeping. Most of the times I just scrap and blog and read news though. There are Up to 70% off the Best of BBC DVDs though, I might try that out. Sometimes I want to try something new when the rest of my all-time favorite shows are on hiatus.
1. Who brings out the BEST in you?
My kids. I have done things, endured things and accomplished so much more because of them.
2. What makes you laugh?
WHAT? A witty remark, a good joke, a nice antic.
3. What makes you cry?
Frustration and anger make me cry.
4. Would you help this damsel in distress?
+ You notice a woman with a stroller struggling to get to the top of a broken escalator.
You’re late for a meeting with an important, and impatient, person.
I will. Im big, this would be easy for me
5. Do you need some form of retribution and vindication before you forgive?
Sometimes. I havent mastered true forgiveness yet.
6. Do you think you are mentally prepared to win a jackpot in a lotto?
Oh wow, I dont think so. If I get lucky, it might get into my head.
7. Do you think the kinds of movies a person enjoys are an indicator of what type of person they are?
Not really. I love no brainer movies, feel-good ones that dont require me to think a lot and I HAVE a GOOD brain!
8. How do you do anything?
Make lists. List a lot. And look at your lists
9. Does music affect your personality?
My personality no. My mood yes.
10. What can you say to brighten someone’s day?
Shit happens, what can we do about it?
on 
on 
on 