I’m coming back to Signs, signs meme again as I think I have lots of signs that need posting here. It’s just finding the time to post, that’s all.
Anyways, I was in Iloilo City two months ago for a training. For those who do not know, Iloilo City is one of the highly-urbanized cities in the Philippines, and the capital of Iloilo province. Iloilo City is a two-hours bus-ride away from my hometown, Roxas City, in the province of Capiz. Anyhoo, the training was conducted at a mid-range hotel, and it’s also where we (participants) stayed.
In one of the coffee breaks, I dashed to the loo only to be surprised at the sign waiting for me.
I was puzzled at the sign in the beginning – the “self-service” part, lol. It was only later on when I realized what it meant!
Back to posting after a century of hiatus.
My fieldwork is taking me away from the internet for awhile, hence the lack of posts. One thing I love about going away on a fieldwork is that I’m off my butt. Being cooped up in the office, sitting on my fat behind and in front of the computer makes me weak and my eyes irritated. The fresh air and the green scenery when I travel is a most welcome respite.
Weekends I spend with my family at my parents’ house. My nieces are also there spending the weekend with the oldies so you can just imagine the chaos at home. Chaotic, but fun! The cousins run around Grandpa and Grandma’s garden, playing in the grass outdoors when the sun is not too hot – or when it’s not raining. Otherwise, they’ll be indoors, watching cartoons or fiddling with their tablets.
Last weekend, the kids wanted to go the recently-opened Robinson’s department store for a stroll. I get nervous when they ask to go because they might see things that we are not ready to get for them, lol. But anyways, they were all behaved. We had merienda (snack) at the foodcourt. My niece took a photo of us – me, my baby and my other niece. For some reason, it turned out yellow!
Hello, dear friends.
Trying my hand in blogging again. It’s been awhile – I had a baby who just celebrated his first birthday and a job at an international NGO. Busy as I am, I want to go back to blogging as a form of relaxation. Wish me luck again.
Here’s a photo of my one-year-old son with his Grandma, my mom. We’re rooting for Team Brasil. And it doesn’t matter what happened to them, we’re still their fans!
And so it happened!
My dear son is now one year old – time to celebrate this first milestone
We only had a small celebration at my parents’ house in Banica (Roxas City) and a handful of friends and relatives came by to join. Of course, we didn’t forget to go to church for thanksgiving. My other brother, who’s based in Phnom Penh, was also in town to join us with his wife, much to our delight.
My son had a whale of a time playing with his cousins.
Here are just some of the pictures taken. The quality is not that good as they were taken mostly from an old phone. Some great photos were in my brother’s camera though. I hope he gives me the copies soon.
Thanks to those who remembered and joined in the celebration.
Oh your smile… the smile that melts all the stress and exhaustion. Thank you for that wonderful smile, the smile that melts my heart.
I pray that you continue to grow healthy, happy, strong, and smart. Respectful of all living things, great and small. I hope you and your Kuya Joshua will love each other dearly, and grow up to be the best of friends. Indi lang kamo magpa-ugtas todo sa amon ni Papa Jhong. Plus, your Grandpa and Grandma will be there to guide you and give all the love and support in the world.
Labyunak. Tapos na ang explanation, lol.
Okay, I have a confession to make.
I’m not a good cook. In fact, I learned how to cook only after I had gotten married. My father has been spoiling us – he’s a great cook – so I never really learned except to cook rice. And the first time I did that yielded disastrous results. But that story I will reserve for another post, tee-hee-hee.
Like many Filipino husbands, my husband is also a good cook. He taught me many things, like frying, cooking adobo, sinigang and nilagang baka. When I was in Kenya as a VSO volunteer, I used the limited-cooking skills I have to survive there. But then again, the vegetables and food there is quite different from what I’m used to.
Anyhow, I’m getting nowhere with this post. Sorry about rambling but what I was intending to post this bicho-bicho that I made, upon my sister’s suggestion. I don’t know what this is in English though but I do know that some Filipino foodies say that bicho-bicho is traditional doughnut of us Pinoys
Obviously, this doughnut is not round and has no hole. It is elongated and powdered in white sugar. Well, I preferred not to put sugar in my bicho-bichos – just my attempt at keeping diabetes at bay, hahaha. This goes well with my hot coffee.
Sorry for the late update. I just woke up and about to start my day. The life of an ordinary call-center agent is always like this. Our day’s just starting when the other normal members of the workforce are just about to finish theirs.
My weekend was spend doing the laundry and watching Season 3 of the Walking Dead. I know I’m late but I finished catching up with the past episodes. My sister told me that season 4 has just started so I’m excited. Also one reason I don’t like about day offs is just I automatically wake up in the middle of the night and face difficulty in getting back to sleep. I’ve become a night creature, zomaygaaad.
Anyways, it’s nearly November and that means I’m only weeks away from seeing my family. My sons are growing up too fast – if only I can freeze the time and bottle it up so I can empty out the contents at whim… if only. Here’s a photo of my son in one of their school trips. I think of all the school trips, the trip to the zoo has left an impact on my son.
He was naturally curious about the animals, asked his teacher about the whats and the whys. He volunteered to pet and feed them himself. He wasn’t scared or squeamish. He was a natural. He wanted to take one of the baby goats home, much to my amusement, but then changed his mind because we don’t have much grass in the lawn to feed one. Oh well. I hope his love for animals will be retained till he grows up.
Yes, indeed! My baby Jonas is now three months old. I can’t believe it myself but here’s a picture of him taken yesterday.
I’m sorry if I could not be there with you as you turn a month older. MamaGirl has to work and finish her obligations first before I’ll come home and be with you soon. However, ara man si Lola Nene and Granda to take my place and provide you the tender, loving care till I come back. Promise me you won’t be pasabad to them and I promise to hurry home. I miss your sweet baby scent, your small face with big eyes staring back at me, and most of all your smiles that melt all my tiredness and homesickness. I miss you, Kuya Joboi, and Papa Jhong. I’ll be home soon, sweethearts.
I am very sorry for the lack of updates for the past four months or so… As you can see from my blog post title, I had just given birth to baby boy number 2. So my hands are full taking care of him. I am still on an extended maternity leave and went back to my hometown to be with my husband and eldest son. They, too, missed me and wanted to be with the little one. So now, in between changing nappies and preparing baby formula, I’m also spending time with my eight-year old and help him with his studies. I wanted to update but with both kids needing my attention, I just can’t find time to blog.
Here’s a photo of my little one when he turned one month old. I hope this compensates for my lack of posts. My younger sister bought a chocolate cake to celebrate this milestone. It seemed so fast — and baby boy #2 ballooned so quickly. He’s heavy my arms tire carrying him after just ten minutes! Tomorrow, he will be baptized at the cathedral with selected friends and family to witness this important Catholic ceremony and another milestone in my son’s life. Coincidentally, it’s also my birthday : I just wish my other siblings will be here for this family occasion.
Anyhoo, I will try to post more pictures of baby #2 when I can.
I’ll try to update real soon.
I just want to re-post this photo of my son playing in the inflatable pool at my mother’s garden several summers ago.
My son and his cousins love their grandma’s kiddie pool, bought especially for them when they visit. True, it is small and contain limited amount of water, but that didn’t stop them from splashing around and having fun. That’s what’s important, isn’t it?