Monday, July 30, 2007

My Son The YouTube Addict

And he's only 3! Yup, Boy Wonder is officially addicted to YouTube. It's amazing that I even got the chance to do abit of blogging at the moment. Because everytime either Hubby or I sit down at the computer, Boy Wonder comes running and pushes us off the chair. Right now I've told him it's quiet time so he's resting on the coach. It won't be long before he's had enough of quiet time.

It all started when we were eager to find more ways to entertain him so Hubby showed him some music videos to dance to. Then we showed him some train videos which made him start asking us to watch some more. We got tired having to sit there through all sorts of train video, so we started teaching him how to use the mouse. His early attempts at using the mouse was shaky. He would often drop our Mighty Mouse to the floor and not know where the arrow was. But he got better quick, and after he killed our Mighty Mouse, we bought a corded mouse and things took off from there.

Boy Wonder can now open FireFox, click on Hubby's bookmarks, click on YouTube, then punch in the letter T which will open up a menu with all the previous searches we've done that starts with the letter T. He'll then click on "toy railroad crossings", click on search and start surfing for ages! He can literally sit in front of our computer for close to an hour looking at all sorts of train related things. He knows where a certain video clip is and knows what would link to which other video and so on. He also uses the scrolling wheel on the mouse and knows the difference between left click and right click. I don't know whether to be impressed, proud or scared!

Uh-oh, here he comes... more blogging after he's gone to bed!

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

One Of Those Days

Have you ever had one of those days wherein you just feel sad for no particular reason? I sure had one of those today. I was listening to some songs on our IPod and couldn't help get teary eyed singing along to some of those songs. Although these songs didn't apply to me in anyway, I felt every single lyric in them.

Have You Ever? -Brandy
Sana Maulit Muli -Gary Valenciano
Before I Let You Go -Freestyle


Friday, July 13, 2007

Thirty Five

I turned 35 yesterday. What a shocker. Nachos gave me a later than usual wake-up time as her birthday present to me. And the girls all got together last night to do a combo celebration of sorts. The only sad thing was that Hubby was in Milan yesterday and just got back this morning.

All in all it was a good day. I really enjoyed spending the evening with the girls. It really was a send off dinner for May Heart who is moving to the States, but we made it a joint celebration for Shy and my birthdays, Pam's pregnancy, all the belated birthdays, Mayapapaya's husband's new job, and anything else we could think of.

It's gatherings like that that makes me so happy I've met the individual girls who make up the Thursday group. Although we don't get to meet every Thursday anymore, at least we still know we're all there for each other and its always an extra treat when we are complete. We've all told each other when we've each moved on to different parts of the world years down the line that we'll take turns hosting our gatherings at least once a year. I'm definitely hoping we'll make the effort to make that happen in the future.

I look forward to this year as a 35 year old. I'm thankful for everything I have. I feel blessed to have such a wonderful and loving husband and 2 healthy and happy kids. I eagerly look forward to what lies ahead in the coming year.

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

No Regrets

I just watched an episode of Grey's Anatomy wherein George's father dies. His whole family stood next to him as they pulled the plug and watched as he flat lined. I couldn't help picturing my grandmother on the bed when she died. I wasn't there when she passed away on the hospital bed after suffering from a stroke. All I have in my mind are images of what the room may have looked like. I picture my mom there with tears rolling down her cheeks. I always see those tears roll down her cheek whenever we visit Puo-puo at the cemetery. I can't even begin the imagine the pain my mom feels whenever she realizes her own mother had died. And it makes me ask myself how will I be able to deal with it the day my mom or dad passes away.

In a way I'm grateful my mom told me not to go to the States when my grandmother was hospitalized and things didn't look too good. She told me to stay in Manila and keep my dad company. I am grateful because unlike my brothers, I didn't see her suffering on the hospital bed. And my last images of her are not when she died. I am grateful because the last memories I have of my grandmother was the last time I saw her. She was alive and well. And was bugging me about when I was getting married.

But I do remember those few days as all the drama was unfolding. I kept telling myself I shouldn't go to the States because my grandmother will probably just get better by the time I get there and waste a trip. But she didn't. I remember reading a short email from my brother that Puo-puo had died. It was so weird. I didn't know how to register it into my mind. I didn't cry. I just sat there at my office table and stared at the email. When I got home that night, I couldn't sleep in my own bed. I slept next to my dad and he understood how I felt even though I didn't.

Up to this day I haven't had a good cry because Puo-puo is no longer with us. I just feel alot of regret. Her biggest wish was to see me get married and hold great grand-children. She missed it by one year. Every time I go back to the States, we always make sure to visit my grandmother's grave site. My mom and dad always comments on how she would have loved seeing Boy Wonder and Nachos. And I'm sure she does somewhere up there.

I guess it's really about regrets when someone passes away. The very first blog entry I made was in honor of Mr. Sun. Our family were friends with his family since my younger brother was in my mom's tummy and his youngest son was in Mrs. Sun's tummy. I remember requesting a how to stop smoking brochure through the mail when I was in elementary school and showing it to Mr. Sun to persuade him to stop smoking. He still commented on that the last time I saw him. He was dying of lung cancer. Hubby and I received a call from his son a few months later while vacationing in Australia that his father had died. We were just leaving a restaurant to walk along the beach. Good thing we did because I couldn't stop crying. I felt I should have tried harder in making him quit smoking.

I don't know how I'll deal with it the day my mom or dad passes away. I can't imagine how I can because there are still so many things I haven't told my parents yet. After my grandmother passed away I kept telling myself I should tell my parents how much I love them because you'll never know when it might be your last chance. I have no problems expressing how I feel to my mom, but I find it hard to tell my dad. Every time I'm with my dad, I want to say by the way, I just wanted you to know you're the greatest Baba in the world and I love you. Then I would give him a hug. But every time the thought crosses my mind, something else comes up or the moment slips by.

I don't want to have any regrets in the future. So Baba, if you're reading this I just want you to know how much I love you and that you're the greatest. I'm sorry I'm taking the easy way by typing it, but I just want to warn you now so you don't think I've lost the plot when I suddenly give you a big hug and tell you how much I love you the next time we meet. Because you really are the greatest. I know I don't show it much, but I love you Ba.

Saturday, July 07, 2007


I recently got a new phone because my old one stopped ringing. Since Hubby has been traveling so much for work, he has accumulated so many points that it was nothing to redeem a phone for me. After I picked it up on Thursday, I immediately went about setting it up. And it was while doing this that I realized how my cell phone dictates who my friends are.

After I went about doing the usual things like setting up the date, wallpaper, etc. I moved my phonebook over from my old phone to the new one. But since my SIM card didn't have enough space to move every item in my phone book and I was too lazy to enter the remaining numbers myself, I decided it was time to do some "clearing out" of my phone book.

As I started deleting names with their numbers, I thought to myself I better make sure these are the ones I want to get rid of. Because after the deed is done, it will be mighty hard to find a way to contact them in the future. And as I went future down the list of names, I realized there are people in here whom I haven't texted or called in ages and whom have no connections with any of my other friends. If I were to delete their numbers, it meant I have decided to cut off my connections with them, and thus our stale friendships. Although I knew these people wouldn't miss me, it's just amazed me at how something like my cell phone dictates who my friends are. If you're in my phonebook, you're my friend. If you're not, I don't know you anymore. Just like that, with a click of my keypad I have decided this certain person is not worth holding on to. Such a simple gesture and someone is wiped off my life!

So after such an eye opening moment in my life, I reminded myself its time to fill out that old fashioned, good old hardbound address book I bought during my last trip to Australia. At least the next time I do some spring cleaning on my cell phone phone book, I don't have to stress out about deleting someone from my life!

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Not That Man

Last Wednesday Hubby and his colleagues felt it was time to have a "department" (all 3 of them) dinner again wherein spouses and significant others were invited. He asked me what I felt like eating so I suggested teppanyaki. After a few suggestions from the gals of the Thursday group, we went with Nadaman and Hubby booked a private teppanyaki room that sat 6. Perfect for the whole department plus their partners.

The last time I attended their "department" dinner was last year, as posted on my blog. Knowing the almost unlimited budget and excess in which Hubby and his colleagues deal with their meals, I was giddy with excitement at what I may be putting into my tummy that night.

After I put Nachos to bed and handed Boy Wonder off to our helper for the evening, I happily rushed to Island Shangri-La. Its been ages since I dressed up! As I entered our private room, seeing the teppanyaki table gave me the same happiness as seeing Hubby. After a few minutes of conversation I was thrilled when the orders were placed and the food started coming in. Plates of veggies, seafood and steaks entered. The chef started his magic...

But as the food was divided into our plates, the magic pretty much ended for us that evening.

First came a nice mix of enoki mushrooms with greens. At first I thought it was going to be mixed with something else, like a fried rice. But no, that was it. As the chef divided it into each of our plates, I finished mine with 2 bites before he reached the last person on the table. While eating this first dish, I noticed ONE slice of pumpkin plus ONE piece of asparagus cooking next to the highly recommended pot of cod. I thought it was going to be garnish for the cod when suddenly the chef started gingerly cutting each vegetable into 6 pieces then placing it into each of our plates. I was almost waiting for someone to suddenly burst into the room and say got you! here is the rest of that dish. But no, I ate it in half a bite.

Next came the steaks. The torture was almost unbearable. When I would usually consume one steak all by myself, it was heartbreaking seeing my steak cut into pieces then given to 5 other people! Sorry Hubby, but it was some good meat, I wanted it all! Then came the second piece of meat. Same story.

At this point, if I was part of the governing body that evening, I would have called in our Maitre D', gave him a few stern words and started ordering more food right away. Instead I sat there in hungered silence and waited while everyone simply commented that at least now we know what dishes to re-order.

Finally the fried rice came. We ordered all 3 kinds in their menu and while the same story was unfolding on the teppanyaki table, I commented that maybe 3 of us should just pick the one we wanted and the rest could order more. But of course my comment fell on deaf ears. It was seriously painful at this point to gobble up 3 mouthfuls of fried rice in one big rice bowl... 3x.

When all the food was consumed, Hubby took the reigns this time, called in our retarded Maitre D' and started pointing to dishes here and there. Although I wished Hubby would have let that finger loose some more, I was just too tired waiting to eat at that point. Retard Maitre D' had already ruined the whole experience for us that evening. I don't think any of the 6 of us will be going back there anytime soon.

What an idiot of a Maitre D' to not say anything when only one serving of the pumpkin was ordered. Being all first time customers, our Maitre D' did not have the braincells to tell us it would only be enough for half a person, let alone 6! It was only while Hubby was ordering the second time that he finally decided to suggest we order 3.5 servings which would mean each of us gets at least one sliver. He didn't say anything when the cod was ordered. He didn't say anything when the rice was ordered. He didn't say anything, period! What a jackass. Sorry to be so hostile, but I'm a hungry person in general and I don't like being deprived of my food.

So Nadaman, all I have to say next time someone asks me if I want to eat there would be: Not that, man.