tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9144264259090542072012-02-09T19:24:09.871+08:00Or is it the other way around? Laugh. Cry. Be mystified. Be moved. Ask for more. Or click "next blog".30something_mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01231129268133438254noreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-914426425909054207.post-82554510642539986702010-08-16T11:09:00.000+08:002010-08-16T11:09:37.454+08:00

I saw an article from the CNN Website, talking about being single and how people around you, hound or nag you for it. Perplexed reactions toward your seemingly charming personality and still not getting any? Oh yes, the circumstances of being in your 30s or 40s and not quite living up to the normal timelines of family life or even a dating schedule to adjust to. So the article says, when

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my favorite shotOriginally uploaded by banjgirlto my untrained eye, i have captured it perfectly well.it reminds me of what i once promised myself.maybe this year, i can take as many pictures of things and people that move me, that intrigues me, that saddens me or better still, that gladdens me.

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As nurturing parents, we were taught to talk to our big bellies and have them listen to classical music, para matalino ang anak. I did the whole pregnancy routine with so much vigor - i now realize, i end up with a really talkative and inquisitive daughter. Not that i'm complaining but - boy, you could appreciate a bit of silence once in a while? Hehe. So i constantly warn "would-be" mom friends

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God has it been 3 months?? How do i recover this blog from all that? I don't even know if anybody reads me anymore. Lol. But as a writer, i will write anyway. Wherever my insanely full-of-thoughts brain cells and keyboard-tapping fingers take me...Since the last time i wrote here.........i already thought of setting up a business or changing careers once, twice, twenty times over...and ended up

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Now, it's my daughter. But when i was her age, i had my favorite Raggedy Ann.I had to search for a photo to show her it's not as scary as the Ventriloquist doll in one horror film. In fact, she liked Raggedy Ann to bits. I wonder if there's one available in our malls yet?My Raggedy Ann became all too frumpy and worn out to keep for her. Time to buy a new one for her then.:)Off to the mall I go....

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I am greeted by a cutesie morning reply to my note, the night before.The adorable author.Love this moody girl to bits! :)

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I AM DRINKING AGAIN! :) Oh yes....I say this, on a happy note."Amber droplets of delightful intoxication...balancing a single mom's equilibrium. " (ahhh, lovely)I bet that sounds pretty queer doesn't it? But if you've been a bar-hopping night creature person like myself, who guzzles down more than 5 bottles without counting AND asphyxiates her lungs 1 pack of cigs by day, then another at night

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I love scribbling on paper. And these latter years, I've taken to sketching as a breather. It seems all my love of these things have rubbed off on Jeanina.Every night now, she hounds me for paper.So an idea struck me, I recycled all the huge, heavy, unused scrapbooks (gifted to me) and made them into hand-made paper journals for nina and me. This recycling bit has been bugging me nowadays,

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I'm tired of Pinoy food. I mean I love it, and I've grown accustomed to all the adobos and sinigangs of this 3rd world...but there comes a time (when I have so much downtime, especially LIKE NOW!), I notice how our everyday menu can be so repetitive and should I say, predictable fare.So to welcome a menu change, I decided to go dinner without rice for a change. I whipped up a sumptuous lasagna

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Why is the dictionary important?Why doesn't it snow here in the Philippines?Why is Pres. Marcos a bad president?How does Mama Rose (her great, great grandma) get so old?Why do we always get the old things of Ninong (my older brother)? (Haha! This was a very interesting observation from her but it is quite true. Had to laugh at this, but explained "saving money" to her on a more serious note)Did

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Just when i am pondering on another full time job-searching saga. I get this... in my mailbox.People whose employment detour was simply a way to see themselves differently. A familiar feeling that is close to my heart right now. This is just wonderful. Inspiring. My story differs in a small way though. I wasn't laid off. I voluntarily stepped out of the time-consuming and frenzied world of

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What a term?? UN-DATE-ABLE...to make me more understood. Although I need it, and i sometimes yearn for a big chunk of warm body to snuggle up to - there are just some things about me that I "assume" make me not fit for dating, not just yet... but hopefully things will change soon. Let me count them, to make me even feel sorrier for myself. Haha. Kidding. Some are my own thoughts, some are

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Finally, we hit the beach. After so many swimming pool weekends, a day trip to Nasugbu Batangas was a welcome respite. Good thing, me and my Highschool GFs are all on the same page - low-budget but high-intensity fun weekend was what we wanted. And that's what we got. Look at Nina's face here...all geared up, sandied up and smiling from ear to ear.Day trip at Munting Buhangin, Nasugbu Batangas. 

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For a change, I'd like to post some funny quotes about us, Mommies, or "super women" as i'd prefer to call each and every woman I know who will go through hell and high water for their families. I'm sure one or two passages would strike a familiar chord in you, so just have fun reading them!"I want my children to have all the things I couldn't afford. Then I want to move in with them." ~ Phyllis

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She always does these kinds of things. She utters a word or MORE, to clear something up, to disagree with me, to explain what she knows versus what I know. In my past blogs, esp in facebook notes I have somehow painted a picture of how my little lovebug amuses me every single day. And she's just 6! Oh god, when she gets to her teens, i hope it's still amusing. Or i might just ground her for "

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I get her bottles of poster color. She just mixes them all together. I get her clay. She molds the most grotesque elephant with a yellow tusk. I buy her paper. She paints on a saucer. She is that cooky and different!  She is unconventional as can be. But hopefully (fingers & toes crossed) in all the good ways. Come to think of it, she is growing up adapting my "kind" of thinking.  Somehow always

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My birthday fell spot on during holy week. So we defied what normal strict Catholics would do, and opted for a different route.Sofitel was the place. 36 is the birthday number. 3 kids, 3 adults, 1 Grandma and a Yaya spelt a cool relaxing day and night by the bay. Endlessly munching on "sneaked-in" chips and drinks versus the uber expensive P195 coke on the menu. Everything was a-ok, despite my '

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Adorable faces like these.....need more blog space. Pronto. :)

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Nina did it! She passed her Grade 1 entrance exam. In my sometimes "in limbo" self, I absent-mindedly missed calling last Friday when there was a NOTE to remind us, parent/s. So the heck, I called this am. And indeed it was good news and a great way to start my "where do i go, what do i do" usual morning routine.Great just great! Now, we have an interview on the 27th at St Paul. I gotta figure

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You pulled away so far... so fast. Without looking back. Ever again.And there was this stillness - an illusion of peace. That eventually evolves into the purest sense of peace one's heart can ever feel.Like nothing happened, like no harm was done to us all. For now, i appreciate this stillness that stays with me and comforts me.

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Even a simple sore throat can worry any mom to bits. How about a severe one then?Picture this.I was up all night listening to Nina's half asleep mumbles of whining and crying about her throat. How it was hard to swallow. How she couldn't sleep. Poor baby. I kept checking her temp, and she gave out a cold feverish sweat every now and then. I finally told her at 2am I will bring her to the hospital

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That would be Friday evening, Saturday and Sunday.In my effort to spend less in the mall and spend more time at home, Nina and I have agreed on this computer playing schedule eversince she has started to educate herself with my mac and very much acquainted herself with my finger pad (is that what it's called?) just like a graphic designer pro.Here in front of my laptop, Nina quietly (or noisily)

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This morning Jeanina mentioned her "Dad" again, but somehow she tried to edit herself. She showed me the sign language of "I love you Mommy" with fingers wagging from her chin for "Mommy". CUTE. But she abruptly stopped herself. I asked,  "Why you forgot something?" She demoed it again and shrugged. I said thank you. Out of honesty, she just whispered "...there's supposed to be a "Daddy" sign

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I bought a new digi cam. For this critter over here >>>>>And she wouldn't even smile at me! How frustrating is that?? She was running away from me in this photo, explains the off center treatment here. Haha. Kids are just a challenge. Jeanina used to love playing around with me and smiling. I have caught some "smiley" moments on my phone cam, duh. But for this one, NADA. ZILCH. I had to force her

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These masterpieces greeted me at the very first hour of Valentine's day, lying on top of our dining table. I was sneaking in from a gruelling shoot (after a couple shoots more the past week) and this definitely put a smile in my heart, no matter how tired I was. The few back-aching days suddenly felt so much worth it. This has been our ritual "correspondences" between Jeanina and I every now and

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Remember that giggly feeling after your crush talks to you? Or keeping your composure for a bit, as he slightly pauses around where you're sitting? Or you find yourself gamely gushing over his simple jokes?Yes! I'm feeling them again. Being an unattached single mom in my 30s, it's refreshing to NOT think about Jeanina and work for a change. This isn't making me a bad mom is it? We all need a

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Nina and I attended the yearly Fiesta luncheon at my Tita Betty's place in Kamias. It was fun. Food and booze all around, as usual. Karaoke in full blast. Everything looked pretty perfect. But amidst the busy, continuous flow of guests, there were two kids who added to my stress that day. Oh yes, who else. My daughter Jeanina and Diego (my brother's son). Sure kids are fun to watch, but boy their

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And I'm still inspired to write. I have browsed through one of the more insightful single parenting blogs in the net by mssingglemama and now I am ready to share my thoughts to welcome strangers and a handful of trustworthy friends of mine.I feel the need to make this blog. For me and my incessant need to express. For my friends, who yearn for familiar feelings and more encouragement. Parenting a

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