The other woman

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Ciao!

It is all over the news--Manny Pacquiao and the alleged other woman Krista Ranillo.
Jinky was not able to hide her emotions when she succumed into tears as Aling Dionisia gave Manny a comforting hug. Why is it that in every success of a man, there comes the other woman? Is it because men do not feel truly "up there" if they do not conquer it all-the money, the fame, the women. Why is it that success always means one family being torn apart? One family in trouble? One home being wrecked? It does not happen to just Manny Pacquiao, who from the beginning was being linked to Ara Mina and now to Krista Ranillo. It could happen to just anybody--known or unknown member of the male community. Having a broken home is something like having a cancer-- you do not wish it to happen to anyone, even your enemy.

I have, in fact, a close friend who is one. Believe it or not, we are good. I mean, as friends, we get along. We share the same likes--movies, clothes, bags,
shoes, even food, books, the list goes on. We can talk about anything and everything
under the sun--except her love life. Who wants to hear stories, or problems, of a kabit? How would I feel kilig every time she wants to talk about their weekend get away? Or the places they have been to? Their thriving business together? When at the back of my mind, I know someone is being stabbed. Someone is hurting (yes, the wife knows all about the affair too). And believe me, this friend of mine is someone I would not like to meet in the future. She is such a perfect kabit, if there is such a thing. Perfect that the man wants to leave his family behind just for her. And my friend is there always waiting.

They have been together for the longest time now. And they do live as a married
couple. Ma and Da are their terms of endearment. And when they learned that I was
pregnant few months back, inggit sila sa akin. I did not bother to confirm if they too wanted to have a child of their own for I was not so sure if I would like to hear their answer.

I sort of investigated their set up few years back when their relationship was just fresh and young. I always have this belief that kabits exist because of money. As what I have said with Manny Pacquiao--the money, the fame, the women. It has to be the money and nothing else. But with my friend, it's different. They both have money. And most of the time, my friend has more resources than her guy--cars, high-paying job, allowance from parents, own condo unit. And these all belong to just her. Her own pocket, her own ATM. Most of the time, the guy is short of money. Of course he has his own family to give his money to. And the wife naman syempre will not allow the money to be shared with this kabit friend of mine. So my friend shoulders the expenses.

There lies the mystery of it all... is it always the money, or is true love now involved? My friend seems to be happy with him, and so is the guy with her. Who am I to judge? They might have their own reasons, sabi nga ni Manny, wag na pakialaman ang personal na buhay.

But as for me, I really do hope and I pray hard that my husband won't meet
someone like my friend--someone who I call a perfect kabit. As for the meantime, I am doing my best not to give my hubby the reason to look for one.




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Celebrating 16 years of pure love

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Good day!!

November 16, 2009, honey and I celebrated our 16th anniversary as a dating couple and
4th anniversary as a married couple. I met him when I was only 16 and now that I am already 32, he's still the one I get my kiligs from. It amazes me that half of my life I already spent with the man of my forever.

This year is such a special year for us. Aside from the 16th anniversary on the 16th of November,this is also the year we were blessed with an angel. Yes, after three years of longing to have a little one, we were given a little sweetheart we can call our own. The three of us are inseparable. Wherever one goes, the two will follow. and the anniversary was not an exception. My honey and I went out for our anniversary date, with a stroller in tow. ;)

We went to Megamall and first stop was Dairy Queen.
I dunno how how honey developed his love for DQ,
and I am not complaining. Pretty soon Migo will be
ordering one for himself.

I ordered the usual favorite, Oreo. Honey ordered
strawberry. While the little boy had to content
himself with his milk


Our gifts to each other.


The first time I saw a pair of these crocs suede-made flats some few weeks back, I was not able to sleep. I wanted it so badly because of the comfort it gives to the feet when walking. Yesterday, hubby gave it to me as his gift. Sweet!

I really thought Migo and he will be checking some stuff in some
boutique while I went to buy something from National bookstore.
Once done, I looked for them because they were nowhere to
be found. I was calling his both phones and he would not answer and I
was already fuming mad for he was in his phones constantly to attend to his work
how come now,he would not answer my call!! Few more minutes later,
the stroller was approaching carrying these flowers!! Awww, that was sweeter!!

We went to Gap and he eyed a nice polo, fitted it and left. He had second thoughts of buying it for it was "not practical". But it really looked good on him. So while he was buying something from Watsons, Migo and I went to Gap and bought
the polo. I gave it to him as a gift.

We then went to the Chapel to hear mass. To have each other for sixteen years is something really, really worth saying thanks for to that One above. For our last stop, we went to Dad's Eat-All-You-Can and had dinner there. Good thing our Migo was not that cranky anymore because he just had his nap that time. He was playing while we were enjoying our food. We went back and forth, back and forth. I was so excited to taste everything on the buffet table. I did not dare hesitate to binge and totally loose control of my so-called diet. That was such a bliss!

We arrived home at around eleven in the evening. Migo was in deep sleep already while the two of us were so tired and sleepy. I enjoyed the day so much and I look forward to more days like this.
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Half-a-year of cries and giggles

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It's been six months since I became a mom. I am so loving every bit of it. I so love it that going back to work now dreads me. Really, by this time, I should be going back to work, as in the real work. But I am having second thoughts still and I do not want to leave Migo to a yaya (which I do not have yet) for like, what, four or five days a week. It is not that I do not trust her, the yaya, but it's me that I do not trust. I do not know how will my mind work if I will be away from him in so many days a week. I might not be able to concentrate on my job. Yung trabaho ko pa naman, paper works mostly. I talked to hubby about going back to work and he has no problem with it. In fact, he is encouraging me to go out, pa-unti unti, so I can "get over" Migo and get used to not having him around even for just a while. Okay, let's see.

November 10, 2009-- Migo celebrated his sixth month. And I celebrated my survival, hehe...

Six months of crying loudly for milk, getting cranky when sleepy, toothless smiles, laughter that echoes around, hugs and kisses. Six months of pure bliss. Lavit!!

We had the traditional pancit for long life. Every 10th of the month, Elmer would bring home pancit from Kowloon house to celebrate Migo's monthly birth date. There must be a real, right term for it. Can someone please tell me how to call it? I am sure there are parents out there who celebrate monthly the way we do, with pancit and all, and I wonder how do they call it?

Six months from now and our little Nigo will be a year old. How time flies!! If only I could stop the time, I definitely will. I do not want my Migo to grow up yet, and yet it is happening real fast. So fast that I am afraid I won't be able to catch up.

I really hope he stays to be the cuddly, cute, smart baby that he is.
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The first solid food experience

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Bon Gourno!!


I excitedly waited for the sixth month to arrive for it is the month I supposed to give my little one solid food. November 1,2009 to be exact was his first taste of solids. We were actually in Holy Cross Memorial Park obviously for the All Saints Day and it was almost like a fiesta with the amount of food served. I eyed a chicken macaroni soup, one of my favorites, and scooped a generous amount for myself. I found Migo, who was just beside me, watching and as if salivating for what I was having. I just then found myself giving him some of the soup and he was so liking it. My titas encouraged me to give him some of the macaroni, but I was having second thoughts for he might not yet be ready for that kind of solid (solid for me then was just cerelac and mashed vegies). One of my titas grabbed my spoon, smashed the macaroni into a smooth texture, put a bit of a soup to just make it kinda slimy, and put it in Migo's mouth. Migo finished everything and he was asking
for more!!

Right there, I learned my son was really ready for some solid food.

Monday, the day after, I cooked lugaw for my little one. I figured I should give him food with less to almost no taste at all so he would not be too picky with his food. I prepared lugaw with no amount of salt or sugar in it, I just made sure that it was really soft and tender for him. I had no solid food stuff on hand that time for I was not yet able to buy his bowl and spoon so we just content ourselves with an adult plastic bowl and a teaspoon. Migo had no problems with that. He finished one serving till I saw signs that he was full.

Giving solid food came so handy for us. Migo was ready for it that introducing solids to him was like giving him something familiar already. He knew how to open his mouth, get the food from the spoon, swallow, and push out some if he was already full. And with the tasteless lugaw? No problem with that too. It was a fuss-free first time experience for me and my baby.
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Christmas is coming!

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Ho, ho, ho!!!

-Ber months always, always give me the chills, literally because of the cold weather and the other one is due to never-ending preparations. I love Christmas and all that comes with it and as a starter, I asked hubby to bring out all the big boxes full of christmas decors so to make the atmosphere a full-blown Christmas breeze. Glitters and balls messed the floor for like a week, but I did not mind cleaning them all up for I had pure fun, fun, fun arranging all of them.
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