It's been so long since I last visited my blogsite... been having problems with it, it's been crashing PCs lately since the customizations aren't for Pinoy technology, hehe... but here goes, I've made it simpler and... yeah, I'll try my best to make it a point to blog here more often again. :)
It's been a year...of up, down, up-up-and-away, and down-under moments. :) It's been a year when I went face to face with the worst failure so far of my life, as well as my best strengths. It's been a year when I had my share of foolishness and then responsibility. It was a year when I was hit in the head really hard, but before that I had to deal with a lot of stumbles and falls.
As of press time, I'm trying my best to recuperate from illness caused by stress and environmental factors. Hope this one gets away soon before the year ends. I still need to catch up on the gift-giving, and I need to take care of my little son as well. :)
After New Year, I'll be planning for a music event for the death anniversary of my son, Cyrus. Still dunno how it's gonna be or what I'll be making out of it, but I'll consult my husband soon. Will surely need the help of some true friends out there.
See more of you Net guys soon!
God speed!
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Friday, July 6, 2012
Homesick... but how?
I just wanna go back home to a husband and my kids.
Baby Bunching-Bunching has been making eerie appeals lately. I told my mom. Of course, she wasn't too glad about it. No question about my wanting for us to be a family again. Who doesn't want their kids to have complete parents? But he's not exerting every effort possible for us to go back home to him. Nevertheless, I was already willing to exert every effort possible for us to go back home to him.
I fell asleep... and then, it struck me hard. REALLY hard. He's just gonna go with the flow. If we go back home to him, fine. If we DON'T, it will also be fine with him. I WAS the only one not fine about it. Marky will be fine without his dad... at least, for now.
The game plan? We WON'T go home unless he comes to fetch us. I'll wait... even if it takes forever. If Marky goes to school and he's still not fetching us, then maybe I'll just call or text him to attend those events where dads might need to attend. I just really wanna make sure that he REALLY loves me. So tired of the days when I was the blind lady doing everything for him. Guess he needs to prove that he REALLY WANTED us to be family. I'm so tired to just be present because I was with the flow. What if I wasn't? Would he go against the flow? Would he go through uncharted waters just for me?
I know when he gets to read this, he'll think that I don't understand him AGAIN. He'll think my mom is brainwashing me or anything. But no... nobody's telling me what to do this time. Remember, my mom got angered when I told her I wanna go back home to him? But this time, I don't care who's gonna get mad... I'm just gonna swallow my own damned pride and feelings....
So, what do I really want to happen? Here goes:
> I want us to be a family again, with our own abode, with our own means
> BUT, he needs to prove that he also wants us to be a family again, by all means
> No matter how long it takes, imma wait for him. If he fetches us, no matter what the circumstance, we'll go with him.
> If he doesn't fetch us, then it's time to focus on building a brand new home for me and my sons (yes, even that little angel we have in heaven). I don't wanna live forever in my childhood abode. I want to someday have a home where there's only me and Marky (and Cyrus), where I can cook the meals like I used to, where stuff will be organized as I want them to be organized, and where we'll follow schedules as I want them to be followed.
> Then, there's hoping that when we finally get to live in our own home, he will follow suit (he'll always be the dad of my kids and the man I'll love forever, after all)
So help me, God.
Baby Bunching-Bunching has been making eerie appeals lately. I told my mom. Of course, she wasn't too glad about it. No question about my wanting for us to be a family again. Who doesn't want their kids to have complete parents? But he's not exerting every effort possible for us to go back home to him. Nevertheless, I was already willing to exert every effort possible for us to go back home to him.
I fell asleep... and then, it struck me hard. REALLY hard. He's just gonna go with the flow. If we go back home to him, fine. If we DON'T, it will also be fine with him. I WAS the only one not fine about it. Marky will be fine without his dad... at least, for now.
The game plan? We WON'T go home unless he comes to fetch us. I'll wait... even if it takes forever. If Marky goes to school and he's still not fetching us, then maybe I'll just call or text him to attend those events where dads might need to attend. I just really wanna make sure that he REALLY loves me. So tired of the days when I was the blind lady doing everything for him. Guess he needs to prove that he REALLY WANTED us to be family. I'm so tired to just be present because I was with the flow. What if I wasn't? Would he go against the flow? Would he go through uncharted waters just for me?
I know when he gets to read this, he'll think that I don't understand him AGAIN. He'll think my mom is brainwashing me or anything. But no... nobody's telling me what to do this time. Remember, my mom got angered when I told her I wanna go back home to him? But this time, I don't care who's gonna get mad... I'm just gonna swallow my own damned pride and feelings....
So, what do I really want to happen? Here goes:
> I want us to be a family again, with our own abode, with our own means
> BUT, he needs to prove that he also wants us to be a family again, by all means
> No matter how long it takes, imma wait for him. If he fetches us, no matter what the circumstance, we'll go with him.
> If he doesn't fetch us, then it's time to focus on building a brand new home for me and my sons (yes, even that little angel we have in heaven). I don't wanna live forever in my childhood abode. I want to someday have a home where there's only me and Marky (and Cyrus), where I can cook the meals like I used to, where stuff will be organized as I want them to be organized, and where we'll follow schedules as I want them to be followed.
> Then, there's hoping that when we finally get to live in our own home, he will follow suit (he'll always be the dad of my kids and the man I'll love forever, after all)
So help me, God.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Homesick
Not yet done with my "Pamamaalam" series... but a lot has already happened.
Words that have been so carelessly said brought forth our separation. Now, I'm back to my childhood abode... with my son, Marky.
I kinda knew this was what our fallen son, Marky's late baby brother, had wanted... but apparently, not any more. It seems as if Cyrus didn't really want us to leave that house.
Indeed I missed our home. Admittedly, my childhood abode doesn't feel like home anymore... I feel more crazy there, more depressed, and more lazy.
I missed MY own cooking. I missed knowing where to find this or that around the house. And yes, I missed our big bed. I knew Marky missed them, too, though he seems to be enjoying, at the moment, living in a house with a bigger space.
In my childhood abode, I don't have to do the cooking because food's already cooked when we wake up. But really now, though I love my mom so much, I'm not always contented. Marky seems to be, too. Bumabawi lang sa multivitamins.
In my childhood abode, the CR is, well, dirty. That's to take it lightly. Every time I bathe or use the toilet, I always get the urge to pour Zonrox full-strength in the bowl. Most unfortunately, I have had loose bowels ever since we transferred home.
My husband has moved back. I wanted to, too. We have already made amends. They haven't yet with my parents. I know that's kinda wrong, but hey, to be really honest, I want - and need - my son to eat MY cooking, to do his bowel movements in a CLEAN environment again, and to be able to sleep in a BIG bed again.
Never mind the wide space. I'll do all I can to have the strength to bring him out on sunny mornings everyday. I need to make sure I wake up earlier now, so I'll get food cooked earlier, too.
Oh, Lord. Please help me decide. And then, please give me the courage to carry it out. And finally, please give the people around me the openness to accept whatever my decision will be.
AMEN.
Words that have been so carelessly said brought forth our separation. Now, I'm back to my childhood abode... with my son, Marky.
I kinda knew this was what our fallen son, Marky's late baby brother, had wanted... but apparently, not any more. It seems as if Cyrus didn't really want us to leave that house.
Indeed I missed our home. Admittedly, my childhood abode doesn't feel like home anymore... I feel more crazy there, more depressed, and more lazy.
I missed MY own cooking. I missed knowing where to find this or that around the house. And yes, I missed our big bed. I knew Marky missed them, too, though he seems to be enjoying, at the moment, living in a house with a bigger space.
In my childhood abode, I don't have to do the cooking because food's already cooked when we wake up. But really now, though I love my mom so much, I'm not always contented. Marky seems to be, too. Bumabawi lang sa multivitamins.
In my childhood abode, the CR is, well, dirty. That's to take it lightly. Every time I bathe or use the toilet, I always get the urge to pour Zonrox full-strength in the bowl. Most unfortunately, I have had loose bowels ever since we transferred home.
My husband has moved back. I wanted to, too. We have already made amends. They haven't yet with my parents. I know that's kinda wrong, but hey, to be really honest, I want - and need - my son to eat MY cooking, to do his bowel movements in a CLEAN environment again, and to be able to sleep in a BIG bed again.
Never mind the wide space. I'll do all I can to have the strength to bring him out on sunny mornings everyday. I need to make sure I wake up earlier now, so I'll get food cooked earlier, too.
Oh, Lord. Please help me decide. And then, please give me the courage to carry it out. And finally, please give the people around me the openness to accept whatever my decision will be.
AMEN.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
Pamamaalam (Part III-Annex)
* preferring to post this first before the actual blog entry. No "reasonable reason," just that this one's easier. :)
This song I sang for Cyrus before my last kiss for him. When he gave me his last look and smile, I sang this again for him. That, until he breathed his last and the docs and nurses came rushing in to try to revive him.
I love you, son. :)
Credits go to Ultimate Guitar
This song I sang for Cyrus before my last kiss for him. When he gave me his last look and smile, I sang this again for him. That, until he breathed his last and the docs and nurses came rushing in to try to revive him.
I love you, son. :)
Credits go to Ultimate Guitar
´I Live My Life For You´
Firehouse
G
You know you're everything to me
Em Am C D
And I could never see, the two of us apart
G
And you know I give myself to you
Em Am C D
And no matter what you do, I promise you my heart
C G Am D
I've built my world around you and I want you to know
C G Am D
I need you, like I've never needed anyone before
G D C D
I live my life for you
C G Am D
I want to be by your side in everything that you do
G D Am C
And if there's only one thing you can believe is true
Am C D G C D
I live my life for you
G
I dedicate my life to you
Em Am C D
You know that I would die for you, but our love would last forever
G
And I will always be with you
Em Am C D
And there is nothing we can't do, as long as we're together
C G Am D
I've built my world around you and I want you to know
C G Am D
I need you, like I've never needed anyone before
G D C D
I live my life for you
C G Am D
I want to be by your side in everything that you do
G D Am C
And if there's only one thing you can believe is true
Am C D G C D
I live my life for you
(guitar solo on chords of the verse)
C G Am D
I've built my world around you and I want you to know
C G Am D
I need you, like I've never needed anyone before
G D C D
I live my life for you
C G Am D
I want to be by your side in everything that you do
G D Am C
And if there's only one thing you can believe is true
Am C D G C D Am C D Gsus7 G
I live my life for you wow, yeah I live my life for you
Wednesday, June 6, 2012
Pamamaalam (Part II)
Napansin namin na sa tuwing umiiyak si Cyrus, bigla na lang siyang parang nanggagalaiti at nagiging kulay blue. Kailangan siyang pakalmahin kapag umiiyak, para makapag-proceed. Sabi ni Daddy, paiyakin lang ng paiyakin hanggang lumakas ang baga. Eventually, that worked... nung mag-2 or 3 months na yata siya nun, hindi na siya nagiging color blue 'pag umiiyak... at naging singlakas na siyang umiyak ng Kuya Marky niya.
Cyrus loved milk so much. Nauubos niya ang isang malaking bote ng walang kahirap-hirap. At maya't maya 'yun. Siguro sa isang araw, average niya 10 bote. Malalaki 'yun lahat. Kaya lumobo siya ng lumobo. Eventually, a month just before he died, halos singlaki na niya ang Kuya Marky niya.
Cyrus started making talking sounds early, just like his Kuya Marky. 2 months din siya when he said his first word, "dede." (Marky's was "karga!"). Nung 3 months siya, nasasabi na niya ang "opo." Mas madaldal siya sa Kuya Marky niya. His favorite words were "aku" and "blahblahblah." (Marky went through the "aku" phase, but he never got through the "blahblahblah" phase) Often, he would also make sounds as if he were singing. May tono kasi. And then, 'pag pinakilala mo siya sa ibang tao, he would seemingly make "kuwento." I will never forget the last time I brought him out to talk to an old man. Nagkuwento siya with feelings, parang umiiyak pero walang tears. Tapos maya-maya, happy na ulit, then he motioned for me to take him somewhere else. That was just days before he died.
Cyrus was always observing. Gaya nung napansin ko nung bagong panganak siya, whenever he's in a new environment, whenever he woke up, and whenever he's about to sleep, magmamasid muna siya sa paligid. Basta kahit anong gawin niya, mag-o-observe muna siya. His eyes are deep and dark, maybe they make good observer's eyes. Whenever I sing, he'd observe. Whatever his Kuya Marky does, he'd observe. Whenever I talk to him, he'd observe. And whenever I'd put him to sleep, he'd observe first, until he finally falls asleep....
A month before he passed away, kusa na siyang nakakadapa. Gumagawa na rin siya ng effort to push himself forward. Earlier than Marky ito... si Kuya Marky niya kasi, parang tamad mag-effort na kumilos, tapos nagulat na lang kami nakakagapang at nakakatayo na pala. Si Cyrus, kitang-kita mo ang development. Kitang-kita mo 'yung milestones niya na step-by-step. Nakakatakot lang, kasi kapag nakadapa si Cyrus, bigla na lang niyang binabagsak ulo niya. Kaya, nauuntog siya.
Cyrus was always laughing and smiling. He would laugh to his Kuya's antics. He would laugh when Daddy tickles him. ('Pag si Marky kinikiliti, naaasar at umiiyak) He would laugh to anybody. But most of all, Cyrus loved kisses, especially when it's from me. I'm not saying this dahil nagyayabang ako; I'm saying this because this is what I have observed. He would smile and look so spoiled tuwing binibigay ko sa kanya 'yung special kisses ko for my sons sa kanyang cheeks. Kapag nauntog siya, hilot lang ng konti, tapos 'pag kiniss ko na, OK na, hindi na siya iiyak.....
Cyrus loved milk so much. Nauubos niya ang isang malaking bote ng walang kahirap-hirap. At maya't maya 'yun. Siguro sa isang araw, average niya 10 bote. Malalaki 'yun lahat. Kaya lumobo siya ng lumobo. Eventually, a month just before he died, halos singlaki na niya ang Kuya Marky niya.
Cyrus started making talking sounds early, just like his Kuya Marky. 2 months din siya when he said his first word, "dede." (Marky's was "karga!"). Nung 3 months siya, nasasabi na niya ang "opo." Mas madaldal siya sa Kuya Marky niya. His favorite words were "aku" and "blahblahblah." (Marky went through the "aku" phase, but he never got through the "blahblahblah" phase) Often, he would also make sounds as if he were singing. May tono kasi. And then, 'pag pinakilala mo siya sa ibang tao, he would seemingly make "kuwento." I will never forget the last time I brought him out to talk to an old man. Nagkuwento siya with feelings, parang umiiyak pero walang tears. Tapos maya-maya, happy na ulit, then he motioned for me to take him somewhere else. That was just days before he died.
Cyrus was always observing. Gaya nung napansin ko nung bagong panganak siya, whenever he's in a new environment, whenever he woke up, and whenever he's about to sleep, magmamasid muna siya sa paligid. Basta kahit anong gawin niya, mag-o-observe muna siya. His eyes are deep and dark, maybe they make good observer's eyes. Whenever I sing, he'd observe. Whatever his Kuya Marky does, he'd observe. Whenever I talk to him, he'd observe. And whenever I'd put him to sleep, he'd observe first, until he finally falls asleep....
A month before he passed away, kusa na siyang nakakadapa. Gumagawa na rin siya ng effort to push himself forward. Earlier than Marky ito... si Kuya Marky niya kasi, parang tamad mag-effort na kumilos, tapos nagulat na lang kami nakakagapang at nakakatayo na pala. Si Cyrus, kitang-kita mo ang development. Kitang-kita mo 'yung milestones niya na step-by-step. Nakakatakot lang, kasi kapag nakadapa si Cyrus, bigla na lang niyang binabagsak ulo niya. Kaya, nauuntog siya.
Cyrus was always laughing and smiling. He would laugh to his Kuya's antics. He would laugh when Daddy tickles him. ('Pag si Marky kinikiliti, naaasar at umiiyak) He would laugh to anybody. But most of all, Cyrus loved kisses, especially when it's from me. I'm not saying this dahil nagyayabang ako; I'm saying this because this is what I have observed. He would smile and look so spoiled tuwing binibigay ko sa kanya 'yung special kisses ko for my sons sa kanyang cheeks. Kapag nauntog siya, hilot lang ng konti, tapos 'pag kiniss ko na, OK na, hindi na siya iiyak.....
Tuesday, June 5, 2012
Pamamaalam (Part I)
Hindi ko alam sa umpisa na buntis ako. Basta ang alam ko lang, nagkakasugat ako at kung anu-ano sa balat ko nung mga panahong 'yun. Kung anu-anong gamot nainom ko, matanggal lang ang sakit. Kung anu-ano ang naipahid ko sa balat ko, gumaling lang 'yung sugat.
Nung magkaroon ako ng hint na buntis ako, I was fighting with my husband. He threatened to leave the house. I was more than willing. Marky was crying and hugging me. He's kinda scared that his parents were fighting. I drank coffee. Lots of it. Then I felt something in my womb. Something like a swimming creature in it. I remembered wishing na sana, hindi ako buntis para mas madali kong iwan ang ama nila. Kung buntis man ako, OK na rin, kakayanin ko ng mag-isa. Then, their dad suddenly came knocking on the front door, begging to go inside. Hindi siya umalis, tinotopak lang pala. Then, I forgot all about the swimming in my womb.
2 months na 'kong delayed. Bumili na si Daddy ng pregnancy test kit. I tested positive. Mixed emotions 'yung naramdaman ko. Merong parang "HUWAAATT" kasi nga wala pang 1 year old nun si Marky. Meron ding tuwa kasi magkakaroon na ng kalaro si Marky na nandito lang sa bahay... hindi na niya kakailanganin pang lumabas.
Nung buntis ako kay Marky, sobrang ayoko mag-ayos. Nahihilo ako sa amoy ng pabango, pulbo, kahit deodorant. Pero napipilitan na lang ako kasi siyempre, nagtatrabaho ako. Pero itong time na 'to, ang hilig-hilig kong mag-ayos. I discovered makeup and started wearing it every time I go out. I also dressed very girly, hilig kong mag-ayos talaga nun. Akala tuloy namin noon, babae ang dinadala ko.
Ultrasound at 6 months. It's confirmed --- hindi siya girl, kundi another boy. May kaunting hinayang, pero sige, OK na rin. I'm pretty sure he'll look good, kasi ang hilig ko nga nun mag-ayos. Torn pa kami nun kung anong ipapangalan sa baby. Daddy wants something like Marco... sa 'kin, OK lang kahit ano. Finally, we decided to name him Mark Cyrus.
November 20, 2011, 4:18pm. After almost 20 hours of excruciating labor, Cyrus was born. Normal delivery siya, pero it's not entirely normal. Sobrang tagal ng sakit sa bandang likod ko. Nararamdaman ko na ang tagal niya dun. Sigaw ako ng sigaw, "Ayoko na, ayoko nang magkaanak muna!!!" Nung lumabas siya, he didn't cry. Pero walang sinasabi ang doktor; ipinatong lang sa tiyan ko 'yung baby. I reached out to check kung OK siya. I was warned not to touch him. I saw him there, hindi siya umiiyak, pero parang nag-o-observe lang sa paligid. Tapos, he was cleaned. But it didn't end there. Hindi na 'ko nakakaramdam ng contractions, pero hindi pa lumalabas 'yung placenta. Tarantang-taranta sila. Hila sila ng hila sa matris ko... feeling ko nun, lalabas na rin buong matris ko sa katawan ko. Eventually, natanggal nila 'yung placenta. Nang hiwa-hiwalay. Nakaramdam na 'ko ng hindi magandang nangyayari. Nabasa ko somewhere na 'yung placenta must be brought out in one whole piece. Tapos hindi pa umiyak 'yung baby. Pero after 2 hours yata 'yun, umiyak din siya dahil gutom na. Ngatngat na ng ngatngat sa mittens niya....
Sosyal ang ward ko nun. Aircon, solo kami ni Cyrus. But Daddy refused to allow me to breastfeed him, kahit feeling ko basang basa na nipples ko nun. They bought a little bottle outside and fed him formula. Dapat pala, sinunod ko ang instinct ko....
We were advised na ipa-newborn screening siya, but we didn't kasi Daddy said 'wag na, dagdag-gastos lang 'yan. Nung unang bakuna niya sa health center, inadvise din kaming ipa-newborn screening siya. Pero Daddy still refused. Sunod naman ako ng sunod. Dapat pala, sinunod ko ang instinct ko....
Nung magkaroon ako ng hint na buntis ako, I was fighting with my husband. He threatened to leave the house. I was more than willing. Marky was crying and hugging me. He's kinda scared that his parents were fighting. I drank coffee. Lots of it. Then I felt something in my womb. Something like a swimming creature in it. I remembered wishing na sana, hindi ako buntis para mas madali kong iwan ang ama nila. Kung buntis man ako, OK na rin, kakayanin ko ng mag-isa. Then, their dad suddenly came knocking on the front door, begging to go inside. Hindi siya umalis, tinotopak lang pala. Then, I forgot all about the swimming in my womb.
2 months na 'kong delayed. Bumili na si Daddy ng pregnancy test kit. I tested positive. Mixed emotions 'yung naramdaman ko. Merong parang "HUWAAATT" kasi nga wala pang 1 year old nun si Marky. Meron ding tuwa kasi magkakaroon na ng kalaro si Marky na nandito lang sa bahay... hindi na niya kakailanganin pang lumabas.
Nung buntis ako kay Marky, sobrang ayoko mag-ayos. Nahihilo ako sa amoy ng pabango, pulbo, kahit deodorant. Pero napipilitan na lang ako kasi siyempre, nagtatrabaho ako. Pero itong time na 'to, ang hilig-hilig kong mag-ayos. I discovered makeup and started wearing it every time I go out. I also dressed very girly, hilig kong mag-ayos talaga nun. Akala tuloy namin noon, babae ang dinadala ko.
Ultrasound at 6 months. It's confirmed --- hindi siya girl, kundi another boy. May kaunting hinayang, pero sige, OK na rin. I'm pretty sure he'll look good, kasi ang hilig ko nga nun mag-ayos. Torn pa kami nun kung anong ipapangalan sa baby. Daddy wants something like Marco... sa 'kin, OK lang kahit ano. Finally, we decided to name him Mark Cyrus.
November 20, 2011, 4:18pm. After almost 20 hours of excruciating labor, Cyrus was born. Normal delivery siya, pero it's not entirely normal. Sobrang tagal ng sakit sa bandang likod ko. Nararamdaman ko na ang tagal niya dun. Sigaw ako ng sigaw, "Ayoko na, ayoko nang magkaanak muna!!!" Nung lumabas siya, he didn't cry. Pero walang sinasabi ang doktor; ipinatong lang sa tiyan ko 'yung baby. I reached out to check kung OK siya. I was warned not to touch him. I saw him there, hindi siya umiiyak, pero parang nag-o-observe lang sa paligid. Tapos, he was cleaned. But it didn't end there. Hindi na 'ko nakakaramdam ng contractions, pero hindi pa lumalabas 'yung placenta. Tarantang-taranta sila. Hila sila ng hila sa matris ko... feeling ko nun, lalabas na rin buong matris ko sa katawan ko. Eventually, natanggal nila 'yung placenta. Nang hiwa-hiwalay. Nakaramdam na 'ko ng hindi magandang nangyayari. Nabasa ko somewhere na 'yung placenta must be brought out in one whole piece. Tapos hindi pa umiyak 'yung baby. Pero after 2 hours yata 'yun, umiyak din siya dahil gutom na. Ngatngat na ng ngatngat sa mittens niya....
Sosyal ang ward ko nun. Aircon, solo kami ni Cyrus. But Daddy refused to allow me to breastfeed him, kahit feeling ko basang basa na nipples ko nun. They bought a little bottle outside and fed him formula. Dapat pala, sinunod ko ang instinct ko....
We were advised na ipa-newborn screening siya, but we didn't kasi Daddy said 'wag na, dagdag-gastos lang 'yan. Nung unang bakuna niya sa health center, inadvise din kaming ipa-newborn screening siya. Pero Daddy still refused. Sunod naman ako ng sunod. Dapat pala, sinunod ko ang instinct ko....
Sunday, April 15, 2012
I'm Back! :)
Yep... it's like so long since I last updated my blog... to be really honest, I've been having a hard time getting the inspiration... but now that I have more free time in my hands, I guess there's no excuse to not relaunch this whole thing over again....
Lately, it's been quite like a painful stripping process that's going on in my professional life... albeit, with benefits. I got suspended for two months in my main program, but at least I got to spend more time now with my kids and my hubby... I get to wash the dishes again... I get to cook again... clean the house... bathe my kids... you know, stuff like those. :) It actually felt like everyday's now rest day for me. Though I know time will come when I just might have to go back to my old, bustling schedule (because we do have to earn more for our kids and for the future), this suspension's already feeling like a really huge blessing.
Right now, there's lots of stuff to do. Need to sort through lots of things. Among these are as follows:
1. Update my SSS (sign up as a voluntary contributor).
2. Get Marky's newborn screening result (gosh, it's been more than a year already!)
3. Check my school papers. Get my diploma copy. I believe I've already lost the true copy of my TOR... might need to apply for one as well.
4. Get my back pay from Sitel? ;p It's been years!
5. Open a savings account (with hubby), and add to my AFPSLAI accounts
I guess that's all that's got to be in my priorities for this month... for now.
Thanks to those who continue checking out my site, even it's been so long since I last updated it. My sincerest apologies. 0_o I will do my best to keep this updated at least once weekly.
God bless, everyone. =)
Lately, it's been quite like a painful stripping process that's going on in my professional life... albeit, with benefits. I got suspended for two months in my main program, but at least I got to spend more time now with my kids and my hubby... I get to wash the dishes again... I get to cook again... clean the house... bathe my kids... you know, stuff like those. :) It actually felt like everyday's now rest day for me. Though I know time will come when I just might have to go back to my old, bustling schedule (because we do have to earn more for our kids and for the future), this suspension's already feeling like a really huge blessing.
Right now, there's lots of stuff to do. Need to sort through lots of things. Among these are as follows:
1. Update my SSS (sign up as a voluntary contributor).
2. Get Marky's newborn screening result (gosh, it's been more than a year already!)
3. Check my school papers. Get my diploma copy. I believe I've already lost the true copy of my TOR... might need to apply for one as well.
4. Get my back pay from Sitel? ;p It's been years!
5. Open a savings account (with hubby), and add to my AFPSLAI accounts
I guess that's all that's got to be in my priorities for this month... for now.
Thanks to those who continue checking out my site, even it's been so long since I last updated it. My sincerest apologies. 0_o I will do my best to keep this updated at least once weekly.
God bless, everyone. =)
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