Palengkerang Boba

Hey, ang breeding, di nabibili sa bangketa. Tigil-tigilan na kasi ang pagtatambay sa bangketa at ang pagsinghot ng shabu. Pakalat-kalat ka, e. Yan ang dapat sayo, ibasura. Kung talagang ganun ka kaganda, e di sana you were able to keep your job. E di ba it was plainly your pretty face that got you that job? Well, anyways, your pretty face wasn't pretty enough for the boss to keep you.

At first talaga, people get attracted to an aura which seems open to any possible sensual expedition--that's what your face exudes. Then, they realize that you're no good that even such exploit isn't worth keeping a trash like you. Guys would always want to brag about having bedded a girl who has class. And for a low-bred idiot like you... Well, you're inorganic and dangerous to health, so you're prone to being dump. Dumb = Dump. :P

Letting Go

I never thought it was this easy to let go of something I had considered a security blanket for almost 11 years. I thought I would have to go through a special kind of regression like bedwetting, thumbsucking, and curling up like a fetus all at the same time.

I remember that I didn't get to pee in bed... ever! My mom said I learned bladder control way before I learned how to walk.

I cried that fateful day, not because I felt pain. It was actually tears of, err, relief. Plus pity for him. Sorry, he doesn't want to get mentioned in any of my next posts. And I will cease to do so. I have to respect the guy...

Now that he's not a part of my world anymore, I guess it would be rude to try mentioning him in my entries. Don't be shocked to find his photos missing in this page the next time to check it out. And if I am ready to let go even of the beautiful memories he had instilled in my life, I might be up to deleting the previous entries I wrote about the great thing we used to share.

It was easy to ask forgiveness for whatever inconvenience I caused him, thank him for all the lovely memories we had shared and for the lovely offspring, and forgive him for all the pain he brought me. So, this is letting go. It's rewarding. It's a relief! :P

My Birthday Wish List

A few weeks before my birthday... I felt like posting my birthday wish list here at my blog site-- hoping that my family, friends, and fans who are following my entries would find in themselves the initiative to give me a present. ^_^

1. Maybelline Colossal Mascara

2. Guess by Marciano Perfume

3. Pugay Baboy XX

4. A new laptop (Sony VAIO i5)

5. Though I'm not a fan of sports shoes, I need a pair of climbing shoes as I would yet to climb Mt. Makiling after Pico de Loro. =)

6. A Coleman tent

7. A mountaineering backpack

8. An 8GB Daraemon Flask Disk

9. A dressy watch

10. A guitar and free lessons ^^,

My Farewell to the Year 2009

2009 is a memorable year for me. It marked some great and not-so-great memories that pushed me out of my protective shell. I had come upon many realities that I never knew existed.

The person who protected me from getting hurt for 10 years is the very same person who caused me the greatest pain I had ever dealt with. It crushed my world... Well, almost!

It is the kind of pain that I thought I would never learn about durign my entire existence. If I had the choice, I wouldn't dare exert an effort knowing it. I was content being partially naive my whole life, if only to avoid getting hurt that badly. I was proud thinking that I belonged to the 10% lucky ones of the woman population who didn't have to deal with what 90% of them have to go through. I was wrong. I now belong to the opposite group.

I had never been that proud of my achievements, thinking they were all acquired from pure luck -- lucky to be the right person at the right time and at the right place. I had never been that proud of my talents, all which I think were lame (it's just that I was being too showy, so people didn't have the choice but appreciate them). I had never been that proud of my figure for I think I need more fat deposits at the right areas of my body. I had never been that proud of my beauty because really looking deeply into my physical attributes only makes me feel insecure the more.

What really made me proud then was finding my OGL and having been able to stick with him. I never thought that the year marking our 10th anniversary as a couple would wake me up from all the disillusionment.

The process was long and agonizing. The last five months of 2009 had been the longest five months of my life. Until now, I still wonder how I got out of the agony alive. Then, I got reminded of the smiles deposited in my smile bucket, courtesy of the people whom I consider as angels sent from above. Their timings were perfect, as if they were planned by a greater force... (Silly me! Of course, they were planned!)

At my lowest point, I got to appreciate the friendships I have built over the years. Although I hadn't really exerted much in cultivating those relationships, because my time and energy were eaten up by the one whom I believed was my OGL, I am still lucky enough to have been appreciated and reached out this way. Love you much, guys! :'(

At the darkest time of my life, I got to witness the nobility of the various kinds of love, other than the romantic kind. Most of all, I got to value myself more than ever.

My world does not revolve any longer around only one person's perimeters. My happiness does not depend any longer on how much I have pleased that person. My contentment does not lie any longer on what that person and I share.

I guess these and more are the lessons LIFE wanted to teach me, that's why it offered a free course which lasted for a year. I am still to uncover the other learning that I should pick up from it.

Now that I am almost at the finish line of this ordeal, I want to express my gratuitude to the good Lord for the much greater blessings He showered me with in the past year. They were so huge that the trials I had to go through were all worth it.

My Heart's Desire

It's funny how people jump to conclusions after seeing only one side of the coin. The whole ordeal with my current marital struggles had made me realize that many people find it easy to feed on others' miseries just to make themselves feel good and think that they are better persons than the others.

I have heard many solicited and unsolicited advice from people of different walks of life and have come to this conclusive thought. At the end of the day, the most important thing to worry about is whether I have pleased God and myself. It is not about pleasing these contradicting people with clashing thoughts.

After much contemplation, I have come up with an answer to my question, "What does my heart truly desire for?"

My heart's ultimate desire is that...

I'd still want to grow old with you and stay in love with you 'til then. I'd want to see Yeshua graduate from high school and there we are, sitting in the seats reserved for Parents of the Graduates. He'll receive the highest honors and I would let you award him his medals while I oblige myself to take photos while both of you are on the stage.

I'd still want to "kill" you on our arguments over petty things such as your choices which I'd always regard to as impractical and totally unwise, your sense of time which is either 30 minutes earlier or later, your priorities which I'd always think of as unfair and selfish...

I'd still want to nag you for being late in fetching me, going to basketball games for long period of hours, playing NBA Live way too long, playing generals way too often, going out with Marvin instead of me, and for not buying me a gift nor writing me a note on our monthsary.

I'd still want to throw tantrums at you for choosing the wrong combo meal or drink for me, for not buying me the fruit I requested for, for not responding to my text messages immediately, for not taking my calls, for forgetting to kiss my tummy before you leave, for not agreeing with me, or for telling me white lies.

I'd still want to have wild and passionate lovemaking with you, sweet cuddling in front of the television (and fighting over the choice of channels), butterfly kisses and morning tickles to wake me up each day.

I'd still want to hear your monotonous singing voice on our videoke sessions, your husky bedroom voice when you try to seduce me, your thunderous shouting when you're pretty angry at me, your loud snoring that wakes me up in the middle of the night, and your laughter whenever I crack jokes or when you get me really pestered with your pranks.

I'd still want to feel your embraces coming from behind as we both doze off to sleep or when you see me cooking for you.

I'd still want to share your frustrations, your excitement, your anger, and your plate even though you get to mix all the foodstuff in it.

I'd still want to see the desire in your eyes each time you see me fresh from the shower and applying lotion on my skin while wearing my matching undies.I'd see you literally drooling and I would run back to the bathroom, so consumed by your sexual energy. I'd still want to feel frightened, overwhelmed, shy, and excited all at the same time.

I'd still want us to reminisce together the first day we met, our first date, our first rainy encounter, our first lovemaking, our first fight, the first time you proposed marriage to me and the first time we were ever apart.

I'd still want to wear your ring that would tell all the guys to back off because I'm sooo married. ^_^

I'd still want to share a lifetime, an eternity with you, my one great love...

My heart's true desire is that I want to remain Mrs. MHARK S. PAITON till the day I die.

The Hardest Thing In Life

I never expected it would come to this. After 10 years of devoting myself to one person, I never imagined falling out of love with that person. I never imagined I would end up loathing him and finding him despicable. I never imagined I would end up being cynical and paranoid.

I could never imagine that the person I have loved and have been intimate with for ten years would become a stranger to my eyes. Were he a monster from the start or did he grow to become one? Sometimes, I would wonder if he was the fox in the red riding hood fairytale, that he ate up my beloved and decided to pose as him. I am so tempted to ask, "Where did you hide him? Up in your sleeves?" For truly, the man I have grown to love is not there anymore. I guess he died a natural death.

What happens to the living ones when death happens to their loved ones? Some sulk in the corner, unable to move on, deciding to savor the pain. Others move on, not taking with them the lessons which should be learned. I belong to neither group. For I am moving on, taking along the important lessons that death has taught me.

The hardest thing to decipher is to learn what lessons would apply in the future. Which lessons to retain and which ones to throw away? Times like these make me miss my father so much. His wisdom could answer all the doubts hanging in my mind. Since my father is dead, I guess I will have to learn them all by myself.

Farewell, my cheating lover. Farewell to my one true love!

28 Facts About Me...

Two days more and I will be turning 28 and I’m pretty excited about becoming a mother in two month’s time. Last birthday, I had one of those “birthday blues” and I wrote about “dreams.”

This year, I have been through a lot, especially things that I thought I wouldn’t be able to bear. Turned out I underestimated my strength and threshold for pain. I healed from the wounds inflicted by the people I have held grudges for the longest time. I could say that I have evolved into a woman from being the “girl-next-door.” Hahaha!

Here are 28 interesting (and boring) facts about me:

28. Started school really young. I entered elementary at age 5 and finished it at 10. I stopped for a year to get qualified to a private school in the city. I entered high school at 12 and graduated at 15. Spent my first year of college at UST and decided to go home and pursue the course my mom chose for me. That is why I graduated from college just in time – at 21. I enjoyed the breaks in between levels, though.

27. I’m a daddy’s girl, so pardon my “princess” syndrome. My dad and I used to argue a lot over cups of hot coffee (how i miss those!) and we used to share a bed when my mom studied in the city. Our bonding moments would be discussion about current events and world politics over dinner. When I got married, I thought my husband should outmatch my dad’s treatment and thought that he should treat me like a queen. I realized that the real world wasn’t made to be at my service.

26. I’m the “bunso,” so, again, pardon my bratty ways. I have this style of being able to get away with things. Hehe! I always insist my choices by giving lots of “valid” reasons to support them. My husband made me realize that I’m going way beyond the limit, so I am trying my very best to hear out others’ choices and opinions.

25. I don’t shop for branded items. I believe that I can get a more fashionable and equally comfortable product without having to pay for the brand name. I only get branded items as a gift from my sisters.

24. I used to be an impulsive buyer until after having read this idea from a magazine that if I get the desire to buy something, I have to let a weekend pass and if I still want to buy it, that’s the time I will push through with the purchase. Funny because by the time I have enough money and I’m totally decided, the item I was eyeing for becomes out-of-stock!

23. I love shopping in tiangge and online rather than in the malls. I love to haggle. Got the techniques from my mom who’d haggle 60% off the price!

22. If I really like a style of a clothing or shoes, I ‘d buy two to three pieces or pairs of different colors. I think I got this from one of my sisters, Cynthia.

21. I used to be a tomboy. Not just boyish... Would you believe? I courted a girl back at UST. I sent her flowers. I guess I scared the hell out her. I later realized that the thing I had for her was not “sexually inclined” as it was actually envy. I wanted to be like her.

20. I had my first boyfriend at the age of 14 during our socialization when I was a junior in high school. He was a transferee. The relationship lasted only for a month and five days. (Nakks! Binilang talaga...)

19. I had my second bf at the age of 15. We met only before my 15th birthday. After being traumatized from a short courtship that ended quickly, I decided to make my second prospect wait for four months! Well, the length of courtship really doesn’t have anything to do with the length of the relationship as we only lasted for a month and ten days. (At least, mas tumagal ng 5 days sa first relationship. Hahaha!)

18. I had my third boyfriend at the age of 17. (Tagal nasundan, ‘no?) There were MUs in between that weren’t really taken seriously. That third boyfriend was my first serious relationship and my first kiss.

17. When I was five years old, I had this crazy wish. I wished that the first one to kiss my lips would be the man I will say “I do” to. Did my wish come true? You bet!

16. When I was four years old, I could already spell the words, “pseudonym,” “facade,” and “psychiatrist” correctly. I was already using a ballpoint pen and I already wrote in cursive.

15. My childhood peers were a group of boys who treated me like one of them. I really thought that I was a boy myself. We would climb a two-storey house and jump down from the roof. Imagine the fright it gave me. I obliged myself to do those stunts as not to be labeled “bakla.” We would play with marbles, homemade guns loaded with tin caps, straw wars using cotton seeds as an ammo, and many more. When we fight or disagree over something, we’d be given two pairs of gloves and settle the disagreement with a fist fight. At times, they would strip me of my shorts and expose my butt! One of those guy things... The only time I separated myself from them was when I was already feeling awkward being with them, and that was when I turned 14 and had my menarche.

14. I had a fainting spell at school during a flag retreat ceremony when I was in grade 2 because of having too much jackfruit for lunch.

13. I had another fainting spell in college at the operating room during our pre-duty visit because of the concentrated smell of isoprophyl alcohol. It scared the hell out of me!

12. I do experience fainting spells if I cry a lot, so Mhark sees to it that I don’t cry too much.

11. I used to have these prophecies when I was 10. They just pop out of my head and I warn the people involved. I lost it when my mom discouraged me from entertaining “that nonsense.”

10. I have a little sister who died of a heart attack at the age of two. When I was 18, my mom got pregnant. Unfortunately, she had a miscarriage three months after conception. I would have had two little siblings.

9. My first childcare experience was with my first nephew, Vincent. I took care of him since he was two weeks old. We were left alone in our town when the family moved to the city. I would bring him to school and anywhere I went. I consider him my first-born. We got separated when he turned 4 and was taken to the US.

8. My second experience was with my niece, Krisette. I lent her the name intended for my first-born baby girl. Her mom made it her second name, Margaret. My husband (who was then my bf) and I would share the bed with her and she was like our baby for a long time. My husband considers her his first-born.

7. I am a titlist of five beauty pageants (Ms. NNHS Intrams ‘96, Ms. NAA, ‘96 Ms. 3rd Congressional District ‘96, BB. Guiwan 2000, Ms. SK Tetuan 2000), won first runner up in four of them (Ms. Tungawan ’97, Ms. Titay ’99, Ms. Metro Ipil 2000, Bb. Zamboanga Sibugay 2002) a finalist in some (Ms. Teen Zamboanga 2000 among others), and a thank you girl in a few.

6. I was a consistent honor student since first grade and graduated third honors in elementary despite my being an underage. I graduated valedictorian in high school. I did not get a laude in college because I was preoccupied with extracurricular activities and I was not into my course.

5. A student leader since in fourth grade, I had been a campus politician since and had participated in the yearly school elections. I won some and lost some. I lost in the presidential bid when I ran against a senior when I was still a junior in high school. However, I won as the vice-president of the student government the year after. In college, I won as the college governor, having broken the record for winning against the candidate of the strongest political party in WMSU. They were unbeatable in the College of Nursing ever since and until I came. Hehehe!

4. Have discovered my journalistic inclination when I was second year high school. However, I started with creative writing since elementary. I was able to come up with a fiction entitle “Si Darna at si Zimzam, ang Itim na Genie” when I was 10. I had composed numerous childish poems and songs before that. I had been into Schools Press Conferences, loved the crowd, and won some contests that brought me to Malolos for the 1995 National Press Conference. I was noted for my feature stories but was more noticed for my news write ups. I was seated as the youngest member of the editorial board of our university publication in college. I had to give it up when I focused on our college magazine and was seated EIC when I was still a junior. Many senior editorial staff did not like it, so they would pick on poor little me.

3. My father would usually tell me that I have radical views on political and social matters. I did not really see myself becoming an extremist but maybe my humane side would really oppose to any oppression.

2. Since I was a little girl, I have already been fascinated with witchcraft. My role model wasn’t Barbie, but a hideous witch. I am into witch movies such as The Craft and series such as Charmed and Bewitched. Another fascination of mine is researching about conspiracy theories. I research about them in the net, in the books, and any reference materials. I’m most intrigued about the conspiracy theories involving Catholicism and the life of Jesus Christ.

1. I have always believed in destiny and that in life, we get to experience one great love only once or never at all. Meeting your OGL does not mean a grand entrance and fireworks as one wouldn’t even have a clue. That is why most people are very unlucky not being able to realize that the one they have is their OGL. I truly believe that I have found mine. It is the one thing that really makes my life complete. Now, I am bearing the fruit of an OGL and it makes me feel more complete. I am very grateful for the life and the love that God has given me. Thank you, Lord, for another year of journey. Thank you for all the blessings that make me more appreciative, the trials that make me stronger, and the people who continue to bring colors to my life.

When I was outlining my topic for this entry, I thought I wouldn’t be able to fill out all the 28 items about me. I was even decided to cut it to twelve since it is my birth date. However, as I was gearing towards the last seven facts, I realized that the list was too short. I have so much more facts about me that I wanted to share. Maybe on my golden age, I’ll list down 50 juicy facts about my existence.

Please pray for the safe delivery of my baby. I will update you with the development of my pregnancy as much as I can. God bless us all...

I Cannot...

Whenever I am happy, content, and at peace with myself, I cannot seem to come up with an idea of what to blog about.

To be able to write effectively, I must be in the middle of a crisis, full of angst, and troubled. Weird, isn't it?

Now that I am considering a career in creative writing, I am wondering, would money be enough motivation to push me to write even though I am in bliss?

Will I be "in the mood" and be able to beat the deadlines like I used to when I was still a campus journalist?

When I was younger, I was idealistic. Well, I may still be up until now. However, the realities of life have bitten me a lot of times now, so maybe the idealistic side of me has lessened.

When one is idealistic, one does not seem to run out of fresh ideas, which are mostly absurd or extreme. My father even complained about one of the poems I made that he accidentally ran into. I was like describing my love for a person in comparison to the four seasons. My father said that it was impossible for me to talk about the four seasons when I have not experienced any of them. The Philippines only has two seasons: wet and dry. I told him that in writing, I am the queen of the world. With my mighty pen, it seemed that I have already been around the world. He laughed at me and told me that I had such a wild imagination.

I was flattered, considering that my father took notice of my compositions. I actually got my journalistic and poetic inclination from my father. My mom is more inclined to formal writing. My sister, Leda got the same talent. I am more into creative writing.

Now that I am exposed to essays--I edit hemorrhagic Konglish ones--I actually realized that I could also have made it in formal writing had I been given the chance.

As for the question that i's still hanging in my mind, maybe money would be enough motivation, but then again, maybe my perfectionist side would be a greater factor that would push me harder.

I Am Finally Free!

It's a wonderful feeling to feel lighter again. Sure, I'm getting heavier and heavier being pregnant and all. But having a lighter soul makes my journey easier.


Everybody at work noticed the glow in my eyes. All of them said that my baby might be a girl. It might be true or not, I still have to know it two weeks after today when I schedule myself for an ultrasound.


What's all this glow all about? I've been talking about inner beauty for years now, never actually thought that I would be a living example of which.


My first step is letting go of the pain, the hatred, and anger. Saying sorry to the people I hurt along the way is the next step. It is a choice. The reactions of the other parties aren't that relevant at all. I have come to terms with the fact that I cannot force reconciliation. Having healed from the wounds inflicted on me doesn't mean the other parties have experienced the same. I am not waiting for that either. No expectations, I am just acting upon what is right...


And now, I can see the light in my eyes again. No more evil thoughts. No more evil plots. What's left is positivism and focus on things which are more important.


I am preparing myself to become a good mother to the baby in my womb. He/she is kicking right now. Is he/she happy that Mom is finally at peace? I bet he/she is.


I am free! Free to see the real beauty of the world... Free to love with all my heart... Free to enjoy life to the fullest!

New Year, New Life

My past year had been full of bitterness and hatred. I have decided to erase all that. I have decided to let go of the negativity.


Sorry to all the people whom I have hurt in the past year. I'm deeply sorry if I have directly or indirectly inflicted pain in you: Daddy Mario, Mommy Nelia, Ate Maan, Joy and the others who were greatly affected by my "pouring out."


Thank you for the people who stood by me. I appreciate all the love you have extended to me. Looking forward to more love from you this year. ^.^


To my friends, thanks for the genuine care. I cherish you all in my heart.


To my family, thanks for understanding and for enlightening me. I am so grateful for all of you.


To my husband, thanks for teaching me a lesson. I now know why God led me to you...


To our Almighty Father, thanks for leading me back into your loving arms.


Happy New Year, everyone!!!

Santa Elves

Dancing with gusto at 17 weeks of pregnancy... ^.^ With me were my fellow elves: Janice (in green blouse), Oslek (in purple blouse), Mel (in yellow blouse), Ude (in red blouse), and Rebbie (in pink blouse).

Whole-day "Sickness" Got Me

Sorry, blog-readers if I haven't been able to update my blog. A blessing it was, indeed. But the blessing seems to be a "gain" wherein I needed pain in the process. (No pain, no gain, they say.) Hah! I know I have been wishing for this blessing for a long time now. Well, now that it's here, I came to a thought - "Be careful what you wish for..."

Must be part of the psychological changes I have to undergo. Ambivalence. I want it yet I don't want it. I can't wait for it to grow yet I'm not ready for the changes that come along with it. I feel blessed yet somehow, I feel cursed.

Why can't I have an enjoyable pregnancy just like my sisters had? I so envy women who experienced a wonderful process of pregnancy. Do I really need to suffer? In a day, I can't count how many times I had to go to the sink to throw up. I can't even eat what I want because my tummy feels sour. My tongue tastes sour, too. How I miss my appetite!

I can't walk fast because my tummy feels heavy with air that doesn't seem to clear up no matter how shrekky I burp every now and then.

I can't put on my make-up. They cause more skin breakouts. And they smudge whenever I throw up and become teary-eyed and stuffy-nosed. Aaaah! There was a time when I couldn't even tolerate the smell of my powder.

I can't even enjoy a spray of my favorite heavenly scent by Victoria Secret because I can't tolerate the smell of it. My daily scent now is an oil combo of "mansanilla" and efficascent. Whew!

I often cry because I pity myself. I miss my old chummy, bubbly self. My friends miss the old me, too. The only thing that keeps me going right now is the image of my woud-be baby in my head. If going through with this means my baby will survive inside my uterus for nine months, then I can live with it. Two of my pregnant friends also told me that the ordeal will last only for four months. So I have two more months to suffer. I'm halfway there.

So guys, sorry if I'm not myself lately (I don't answer your ym messages and text messages). Please understand that a whole-day "sickness" got me. Two more months, they say, because today, my tummy just turned two months!

Thank God It's Friday!

Today, I woke up with a grateful heart. I have so much to be thankful for. First of all, today is our 118th monthsary. Two more months, and it's going to be our 10th year together! ^.^

Another thing to be thankful for is my very supportive and loving family. Last weekend, I got to talk to our eldest sister whom I haven't spoken to for four months because of a petty disagreement and misunderstanding. ^.^ My Kuya is staying with us right now and his girlfriend keeps cooking lots of food for us. My Ate Leda and her daughter, Krisette, visited us for seven days. It was a short visit but we spent quality time together. Seeing my pamangkins bond really gave a peace of mind and elation.

I just signed up for Mary Kay last Tuesday and already made a sale last Wednesday and received the payment yesterday in full. Such bliss!

My supervisor just announced to me last Monday that I am one of the four teachers being considered for TLship. We are due to be trained ASAP. It's flattering because I am the youngest among us in terms of length of tenure.

All these and another one... Another blessing was sent by heavens! Thank you, Lord for answering my prayers and for showering me with blessings more than I have ever expected. You truly are a generous God. I offer you this happiness. Thank you!!!

My Christmas Wish List...

Why this early? I'm trying to give my fairy godmothers enough time to include my wishes in their budget and enough time to shop. Fairy godfathers are also welcome to list down my wishes on their organizers... ^.^

10.) Make up...

Maybelline Great Lash Mascara (I lost my old one... Huhuhu!) - No other mascara would do for me.

Bobby Brown Set would be a nice one to wear to welcome a fab new year!

9.) Books

I've been wanting to own a copy of this phenomenal book!

Another collection I want to add to my library -- Paulo Coelho Books. I've read some of them but I also would like to have a copy which I can scan and read again whenever I feel like reading!

*The Alchemist

*The Witch of Portobello

*Veronica Decides To Die

*The Devil and Miss Prym ***etc...

8.) Scents...

My favorite everyday wear -- Bath and Body Work's Cotton Blossoms...

My not-so-ordinary-days alternative: Victoria Secret's Heavenly!

For special occasion: Red Doors By Elizabeth Arden...

7.) Nine West Shoes...

Any of these would be greatly appreciated. I already have two comfy shoes from Nine West. I like it a lot! I was thinking of Balenciaga but did you see the price?!

6.) Playstation Portable (PSP)

Another boredom-buster especially while waiting for the bus to move. Ugh!

5.) An Addition to my Kipling Bag Collection

A red handbag... I left my red backpack in Zamboanga! Kindly send it to me, please!!!

4.) A new cellular phone - Nokia N-95 8GB

My ultimate gadget for the year 2008!

3.) Magic-Sing

A nice way to spend a boring weekend and not needing to leave the house.

2.) A Toyota Fortuner Car

That's my dream car these days... Cheap, right? Any four-wheeled, roofed thing would do.

1.) A Baby Boy

Even just a positive pregnancy test before the end of 2008 would be enough! So, send me lots of baby-dusts, please!

I Love Seed Interactive!!!

http://seedinteractive.blogspot.com/

Guys, please visit the website of my old friend, Ryann Elumba. His blog's aim is to spread awareness to the world that Zamboanga Peninsula should not only be newsworthy for bombing incidents and abu sayaff activities and that a Multimedia industry is blossoming in this promising area.

I am not a techie (te-kee) but I really find the site absolutely entertaining and very educational! I especially enjoy the news on multimedia and some of his wondrous works which include photography, video production, graphic design, web development, animation and interactive media.

As his friend back in college and a Zamboanguena, I am just so proud to vote for this guy and his website on the 1st Philippine Blog Awards! I hope that I also get nominated next year! ^.^

Kudos, my friend! I love you and see you soon!

38 Hours Straight of Being Awake...

September 12, 2008 Friday

I woke up at 8 am. My husband was giving me an annoying dose of morning tickles. I was still so sleepy. "A nice cup of French vanilla instant cappuccino would work magic on me later," I thought.

While in the office, everyone was already bugging me about the night out which we've planned a few days before. We needed a space in a family KTV. We had two choices in our minds: MetroWalk in Ortigas and Jupiter St in Makati. We called some KTV Bars only to found out that most of them were already fully booked.

Up until the last hour of our shift, we still hadn't decided where to go. We decided to do a walk-in and maybe wait for our turn, instead.

End of shift... Finally, we all agreed to go to Jupiter St. But wait, who were coming? The initial expected number of participants was trimmed down from 15 to 8.

Music 21... We were in the 6th place in the waiting list. But then, Maica's PR really worked for us, we were suddenly accelerated to being 1st. ^.^ We entered Room 5 just a few minutes before midnight.

September 13, 2008 Saturday

We had a feast. I'd never eaten midnight snacks that heavy. Then, the mini-concert started. I especially liked the microphone. It made me feel like a pro singer. I usually don't sing that much on videokes because I know I'm not gifted with a voice. But, boy, the mic worked magic. Hahaha!

We didn't even notice that our time was about to be finished and we were still having so much fun. So we decided to extend our time one more hour.

We went out of the bar a few minutes before 4 am. We decided to head to MCDonald's to enjoy a cup of coffee until the morn comes. Most of us were afraid to go home while it's still dark.

A nice cup of coffee (hot choco for Sher), and an interesting talk took only a few sips before we realized that the sun had already risen and it was time for us to part ways.

I reached home at 7:30am. I had a quick 10-minute nap at the bus and a 5-minute nap at the tricycle. When I reached home, I showed my husband some photos taken on the first night out I had without him since we were married. He was teasing me and I didn't know what other comments he remarked because I fell fast asleep. But then, he was really determined for us to go to my sister's condo unit in the morning because I had to escort my nephew and my niece to a birthday party at Vivere Suites in Alabang at 2:00pm.

I was close to deciding about backing out from the said event and even told my husband that he can go instead of me. I was so sleepy and groggy that when he lifted me from the sofa, I thought he was going to transfer me to our more comfortable bed. Instead, he brought me to our bedroom shower and I got so mad because he ran the shower on my fully clothed and half-awake body. That left me with no choice and so I had to take the shower and prepare myself because I had another engagement that day.

We arrived at my sister's condo unit at 10:30am. I was fully awake by then. The cold shower did wonders to keep me completely conscious. We hailed a taxi at 2:00pm to attend the Hawaiian-inspired party of the A-Listers.

The party started at 4:30pm. Huhuhu! But I got so fascinated with the beautiful kids around and some mothers who tried to make friends with me so I was able to maintain an alert state of mind.

There were a lot of activities for the kids; that's why the party lasted for 4 hours. We headed home at 8:30pm. We got to the condo at 9:15pm. Mhark and I got home at 9:45pm. After washing my face and doing my nightly regimen, I put on my eye cover and went straight to Slumber Street at around 10:00pm. ^.^

September 14, 2008 Sunday

I woke up at 11:30 am. Good thing it was Sunday so it was okay to oversleep. ^.^

How To Make A Baby Boy?

One of the requests I got from the readers of my previous post is for me to come up with an article fully discussing how to manipulate fate with the intent to produce a male offspring. I promised to come up with an entry about it during the weekend but I wasn't able to find time. I also couldn't kindle the inspiration to write something up.

Researching tends to be disappointing because of several contradicting theories and breakthroughs in genetic engineering. But more or less, this is what I've come up with.

Let's start with the basics. The sex of the baby will be determined according to what spermatozoa fertilized the ovum. There are two types of sperm cell: the X-bearing (male) and the Y-bearing (female). When an X-bearing sperm fertilizes the ovum, a baby girl is conceived. When a Y-bearing sperm does, a baby boy is conceived.

According to Shettle's theory, male sperm swim faster then the female sperm. However, male sperm die more quickly while the female sperm survive longer. Many claim that the Shettle's method is effective by 75% if followed closely. Other methods are merely theories from different experts and non-experts and I have decided to come up with the following formula to ensure a male offspring:

1.) Use sexual positions with deeper penetration. This is to give preference to the faster-swimming male sperm.
2.) Have sex as close to ovulation as possible (the day before, the day of and a day after). If you have sex 2-3 days before ovulation, chances are, the longer-lasting female sperm will be the ones waiting to fertilize the ovum.
3.) The to-be mother should have an orgasm and preferably before their partner ejaculates. An orgasm changes vaginal pH to an acidic one. Apparently, an acidic environment kills female sperm.
4.) For the to-be mother to establish an acidic environment in the cervix, she must eat more meat less chocolate, fewer vegetables and less fish.
5.) Another way for to-be mother to create an acidic vaginal pH, she may use acidic douches before intercourse.
6.) The to-be father also has to drink coffee because coffee was found to stimulate the male sperm.
7.) Another thing that the to-be father has to do is take a cold shower before the act because girl sperm were found not to like the cold.
8.) To increase the sperm count, the to-be father has to eat plenty of nuts and vitamin E and zinc rich foods. Some studies showed that naturally, there are more male sperm than female sperm present in the semen.

Couples, goodluck on your attempt to have a baby boy for your first born! I sprinkle you with lots of baby dusts... See you at the DR next year! ^.^