tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75932901922937391372024-03-13T09:42:11.917+08:00Calculated SpontaneitySomebody once said, "Life is hard" I was tempted to ask, compared to what?louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.comBlogger525125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-16570003951017105532014-11-03T20:17:00.000+08:002014-11-03T20:17:19.151+08:00Knock Knock!I come to wonder why I started blogging over 8 years ago without looking back at my old posts I assume I was looking for a space to think out loud. I do remember that it was about a year after my Moms passing and I needed to vent and express my emotions. It was a good avenue to express myself, read and entertain myself (by reading other blogs) and I guess ultimately utilize it as my own therapy session. I did after all discovered (or rediscovered) my love for writing. As I became more and more active with blogging, I (virtually) met people who enjoyed my stories and whose stories I enjoyed too and was able to develop a conmection to some of the bloggers. It was a good experience.<br />
Now I don't know what happened but somewhere along the way, I started to blog less and less until there was no more blogging. And then yes you guessed it right, facebook was born. Facebook was novel and amusing to most people. Using a few sentences to express feelings, announce one's problems to the world, rant, complain or show off seemed to have taken the place of blogging (you may disagree). And yes I joined the bandwagon.<br />
Years later, after trying to have pushed back blogging I suddenly felt the want to start writing again. Maybe its not just a want. Maybe its a need. And so I am finding myself trying to start again this time blogging usingy smartphone (years ago a desktop was the way to go). I am liking it a lot except that I cannot really posts pictures (bummer). But I wonder, where have all my blogging buddies gone?<br />
Hello? Is anybody home?louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-82141603110592866812014-10-20T13:02:00.003+08:002014-10-20T13:02:45.861+08:00VOIDFor the past 2 weeks, I've been visited by my Mom in my dreams. They were painful dreams as the reality of her cancer was all part of the dream. I woudn't say it was sweet dreams- far from it and the tears in my dream were painful ones. But upon waking up, there would be a feeling of relief- ironically the relief was that of the dream ending. Most of us wouldn't have wanted a dream where loved ones we yearn for are a part of but probably because of the pain felt in my dreams. I would find myself feeling better upon waking up. In a way I guess I was there as a reminder to me tp be thankful for the whats of now than forever wishing for the what ifs of yesterday. <br />
Despite that being the logical way of putting things in perspective, as in most cases emotions dictate otherwise. There has been that feeling of emptiness since those dreams came to me. A few days ago, I was standing in line at McDonalds to buy breakfast to eat at the office. Standing in line next to me was a grandmother with her grandchild who was probably around 3 or 4 years old. The little boys hand was tightly holding on to his grandma's shirt while his other arm was wrapped around his grandma's leg. The grandma had a very warm smile on her face while asking the little boy what he wanted to eat. At that moment I sensed a very strong bond betwwen the grandma and her grandchild. There was so much love. And then tears started to well up in my eyes. The surge of emotions brought me to wanting to feel that kind of love I shared with my Mom. <br />
louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-53538627657250065032014-10-16T20:58:00.004+08:002014-10-16T20:58:59.295+08:00Career PathDuring my senior year in college I has Industrial Psych as one of my major subjects. For some reason, I found a very high level of interest in the topics being discussed compared to my previous Psych subjects which covered Psych testing, Counselling. I told myself that one day I would want a career in the real of Human Resources.<br />
June 2004. I found myself dressed in my smart casual attire sitting among a number of applicants at the reception area of a BPO company. I was told they were looking for a Recruitment Coordinator for their HR department. I honestly do not remember how the interview went but I do remember that I signed my contract with that BPO company on June 27, 2014.<br />
I was extremely enthusiastic and proud of the 1st I got. How blessed can a fresh grad be to have landed her dream job? I was very eager to learn the ins and outs of HR. Young and emotional then, I had my fair share of tears shed- both happy and painful ones. I was even more blessed to have been exposed to the different facets of Human Resources - recruitment, compensation & benefits and labor relations. Restless, I found myself looking for something more. It seemed like I was expecting more from myself becuse i knew I could still do so much more.<br />
This year I celebrate a decade of being a Human Resource practitioner and professional. It has truly been a rewarding journey so far and yet i do realize that I am only at the beginning of a very long journey ahead. Often times i wonder if there is anything else I can imagine myself doing like say maybe get into sales or teaching. Then I am reminded of that spark that was ignited in 2004 and then I realize that the fire burning in me has never been stronger than before.<br />
I love HR. I am blessed.<br />
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The Milo Marathon is probably the most prestigous marathon in the Philippines. Although it is nothing compared to the Boston or Chicago marathon it does promote the need for runners to be at least at a certain level of competitiveness because there are cut off markers and there are qualifying times to be able to run at the MILO Marathon finals held every December. Failure to qualify during the regional eliminations means you cannot compete in the MILO Finals. The qualifying time for my age category was 4:30. Reasonable and attainable IF one trains for it. Cut the long story short, I didn't train for it and had to pass registering for it.<br />
By March of this year I told myself that if I don't start doing something about that sees in my heart, nothings gonna happen. It ain't gonna hrow if it ain't gonna be watered! I was blessed to have crosses paths with one of our countrys elite runners, Christabel Martes. I strongly felt that I needed a coach to first of all lay out a training plan for me secondly to strictly guide me and lastly to mentor me. Thankfully, she was more than glad to take me in when. I had no idea what was in store for me.<br />
Running, for me started in 2011 when I wanted to lose weight. And as most stories go, it didn't stop there for me. I started signing up for fun runs.<br />
We met for our first session in mid April. I was eager and excited . In the past, each run I'd do would be more of a spur of the moment plan at least a day before I would actually run. I never had a training plan I would refer to. The most would be taking out snippets from downloadable training plans on the internet. Having a running coach gave me more of a fixed schedule. Runs I would look forward to and runs I would dread (the long ones and the fast ones LOL). Midway thru my training block at around the time my mileage was peaking (averaging 130kms a week) I hinted on giving up. I reached the point where I was craving to bike or swim but everytime I did, I was too tired to push in a quality workout. Apparently no one payed attention to my hints 😆. There would be times when I wanted to just block out everything and simply not run. But right when I was about to give up, my coach started to discuss my tapering.<br />
Taper? Did anyone say taper?!? I was elated! I had no idea what it really meant to taper but it did sound enticing ! The last 4weeks leading to my first marathon focused on recovery and conditioning. I was made to realize that tapering was all about lowering mileage yet maintaining and even increasing the intensity. Here i made a very early (and wrong) conclusion that I preferred short,high intensity runs better. A week before the marathon, i joined a standard distance relay race where I did the 10k run. The day after that event, I could feel my body taking its toll. Itchy throat and runny nose!<br />
Panic set it.louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-53012424296618560662014-10-10T11:17:00.000+08:002014-10-10T11:17:24.944+08:00I Wont Promise. But I Am Resolved....on pursuing this blog which I have so left unattenteded for the past 2 years! I can't even seem to get that out of my mouth. 2 years?!? Holy Mac!!<br />
Much has happened since my last post, too much in fact. I am resolved to make this work this time. With all my 3 boys relatively grown past the bottle feeding / diaper / toddler chasing stage, there is in a sense more time to chill. Life is good indeed.louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-21133870342154251852012-11-13T20:59:00.001+08:002012-11-13T20:59:07.820+08:00Resume Normal ProgrammingI think we literally found paradise. No kidding. The trip was awfully long and tiring plus it was raining terribly when we got to the island so all of us were feeling pretty blue but the next day, the aum decided to ahow off and make us feel the heat so we were able to go island hopping and i was kust awestruck at the magnificence of the beaches. Awesome creations of God! I was all to excited and immediately basked in the glorious sun. There were hardly any tourists so we practically had the whole island to ourselves.<br />
Given that, i haven't run in like 5 days. Eeek. Supposed to be seriously training for my first jalf maratjon. I am resolved on running tomorrow. Reminds me of how important disciplime is.louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-72944956401724874892012-11-08T01:30:00.000+08:002012-11-08T01:30:02.199+08:00Off for a quick oneWe're on the road, the husband and i together with 2 friends. God is good and has allowed us to go on a 4 day break after a long time. We're hitting the blue sea and powdery sand in a few hours, thank you Lord.<br />
Knowing that we would be away from the running zone for 4 days-although i did bring my shoes and a pair of running shorts just in case- we made it a point to run for 3 days straight since Monday. We started trying speed training using the (unused) airport runway as our training ground. We have been doing mostly hill reps and lsd's. I have realized how different flat pavement running is. It is very tiring and challenging. We'll see how far we go.louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-46370016362722381982012-11-03T09:42:00.001+08:002012-11-03T09:42:33.614+08:00What i'm thinkingSlept in today and just really felt the urge to sleep past my usual 5am waking time.Ran 17kms the other day and 16kms yesterday. This running thing has really bit me. I am joining my first half marathon in a month and must train seriously mainyl because i need to beat the cut off time of 2hours and 30mins. This worries me-a lot- because i have done 2 16k races and finished at 2:10 and 2:08. I doubt i will be able to cover the last 5k in 20mins.<br />
So thankful for the long weekend. It truly has been a time of refreshing. god is good!louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-47932059276185677022012-11-02T12:39:00.001+08:002012-11-02T12:41:37.436+08:00And just like that..A whole year has gone by and so many significant things have happened. I do wonder what made me open my blog after this long. Although i did realoze that Facebook is such an inappropriate venue to rant, express oneself thoroughly,etc.<br />
Ladeedahdeedah.This feels rather funny.i dont know where to start!<br />
For starters,the kids have grown,we've moved church and have grown in our faith and the husband and i have started running- a lot.<br />
There,i think i ready to start over.louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-46765380073121793422011-11-20T20:20:00.000+08:002011-11-20T20:20:59.624+08:00LowI have had 10 helpers in 18 months and I don't think that it is doing me or my kids any good. It has traumatized me and my children but I have no choice but to keep getting helpers because I do not have anyone who can take care of my children permanently while I am at work. It is very stressful because it drives me to the point where sometimes anger wells up in me asking why I can't have my Mom or Dad anymore.<br />
I think that I have been trying to deny my feelings of late to pretend that I am ok. I miss my Mom terribly. Even if it has been 6 years, I can't say that the intensity of the feelings have improved in any way. Circumstances like these even make it worse and harder for me to try to move on from the feelings of grief. I don't like it because it hampers my everyday outlook on life. It brings about feelings of desperation and hopelessness. I find myself thinking of "if only" thoughts all the time.<br />
I feel so sorry for my kids. I feel sorry for them because they don't have anyone permanent in their life - except for me and their Dad of course but seeing a new face every other month just makes them wonder what the heck is wrong with them that no one ever stays for good to look after them while both the husband and I are at work. I feel the saddest for my youngest because he has been under the watch of too many caregivers and he is only 2 and a half years old. My eldest grew up with my parents around, my second had a nanny who stayed around until he was 4 years old.<br />
I'm feeling really low right now.louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-89065045604666608112011-11-01T20:43:00.000+08:002011-11-01T20:43:00.126+08:00Sugar High<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFpVmNhBrBaSo5-H7Pdm6z1SHOOFmqmGbX3ZTkjTQIvFO5Fk3wFw2vfFZjbWjqeEImAFY6tomijtuTYo-fJEIeOKRIfsf7WKOTl2ZjbTjOwd8R8ZukFgcj1bjVqdvx8w3Rn1F5wDj2Vl8/s1600/IMG_1680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFpVmNhBrBaSo5-H7Pdm6z1SHOOFmqmGbX3ZTkjTQIvFO5Fk3wFw2vfFZjbWjqeEImAFY6tomijtuTYo-fJEIeOKRIfsf7WKOTl2ZjbTjOwd8R8ZukFgcj1bjVqdvx8w3Rn1F5wDj2Vl8/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee; text-decoration: underline;"><br />
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(calling my 5 year old)<br />
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Dash: I'm not a baby Moms!<br />
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Me: Well, you are my baby. Come here baby.<br />
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Dash: I'm not a baby Moms! I'm a lad.<br />
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Me: What?! Lad?! Do you know what a lad is?<br />
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Dash: Yes. A small boy.<br />
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Me: Uhh ok. Come here then, lad.<br />
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Dash: Coming lass!<br />
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Me: (Thinking, seriously?!?)<br />
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Me: Lass? Am I a lass?<br />
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Dash: Yes, you're a small girl.<br />
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Me: Small girl? I'm a small girl?<br />
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Dash: Yes, you're much smaller than Dad.<br />
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Thanks kid. I mean, thanks lad.<br />
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Really.louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-68085563584705613572011-10-27T20:37:00.000+08:002011-10-27T20:37:12.645+08:00Part Time writingI have been wanting to write articles as a part time job, does anyone have any idea how to get started? I tried searching for writing opportunities through craigslist.com and saw a few postings where I could possibly apply. So I sent an email to the indicated links but have not heard from them. I wonder if this means I am not qualified? I also sent my resume to another email ad. I was asked how much my rate is and when I did reply, they never got back to me.<br />
Any more ideas, anyone? Need to earn extra income.<br />
<br class="webkit-block-placeholder" />louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-10131830450310412042011-10-26T21:41:00.000+08:002011-10-26T21:41:57.952+08:00Nipping It At The BudI went to see a child therapist today. It all started with my desire to have my kids assessed in terms of their intellectual and cognitive skills mainly for my 5 year old because at 5 years old and in his last year of pre school, his teachers say that he is ready for 1st grade. In our country, one must be at least 6 1/2 years old when the child enters 1st grade. Dash turns 6 in May and if we do decide to put him in 1st grade by June of next year, will only be 6 and a few days old when he starts grade school. My questions are, is he really ready - intellectually and emotionally?<br />
Since I have a friend who is a child therapist and works at a center for childrens needs, I asked her opinion and she was very supportive and thought it would be a good idea for me to have the boys assessed. In the first place, they do not allow mere assessment (testing). The kids will also have to go through play sessions to evoke a more wholistic picture of the child to the therapist.<br />
As the session went on, I talked about my 3 boys giving detailed descriptions of each of them. As the session went on, the therapists perception of the picture I painted in her mind was that Josh, my eldest, is the one who needs the assessment the most.<br />
Josh is a boy who has seen a lot. He was born to me when I was a teenager and when I had him, I didn't exactly mature overnight. I had no idea what I was doing as a mother back then. I was torn between the fact that I needed to be a mother but I also still wanted to do things that teenagers did. When Josh was only 2, he witnessed 3 deaths in the family - my mom, my dad and my husbands dad - all of whom were very close to him. After my parents death, times were tough. I was also 6weeks pregnant with my second My husband was also having a hard time coping with his dads death. I often turned to Josh and poured out my heart to my then 3 year old son. I remember he would sit beside me and listen to me cry while stroking my hair. After that, things happened so fast, I had my 2nd child and then my 3rd. Josh was in a way, required to grow up too soon.<br />
Toady, I have a very kind 9 year old but often times I notice that he worries too much and can get anxious easily especially when he finds himself in uncertain situations. He sometimes lacks confidence in the things he does as he is often overshadowed by the assertiveness of Dash.<br />
This is all preemptive I think. Plus I would also want to hear it from someone else -- whatever there is to be said. So we start in 2 weeks - meaning Josh will be going for his first session with the therapist.<br />
We'll see where this will take us. Somewhere, I know.louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-67712965425332807102011-10-25T23:27:00.000+08:002011-10-25T23:27:59.216+08:00Getting Started. Back to Business.With the husband away for the past 3 weeks for training with his new job (yey! more on that later), we were able to spend 5 days together for a short vacation. He noticed how whiny and (possibly) bratty our 2 year old was everytime he was around me. It irritated the heck out of Jet everytime Arrow would want to get what he wants and it irritated him more when I would (in Jet's opinion) give in to Arrows wants.<br />
It did irk me though when Jet would always, always try to drive home his opinion that, "Arrow has me tied around his finger." Point taken, whining is extremely annoying and can drain the strength out of me or anyone for that matter. Many times I would also want to snap at Arrow but there was one thing that always held me back.<br />
With my eldest, he was surrounded by grandparents (both my parents and my husbands dad) who made him his world. I was 19 and still a student when I had my eldest and so my parents and my father in law gave us so much support when it came to raising Josh. This even meant my son preferring to sleep with my Mom over sleeping beside me. He was extremely loved.<br />
My 2nd son, Dash grew up with Reyma, his nanny who loved him very much. She practically raised him since birth up until he was 4 years old. I returned back to work when Dash was only 8 weeks old and I would leave him most of the day with the nanny. Dash loved her very much also and he found comfort in her.<br />
With my youngest, all he has is me - which is how things should really actually be. And maybe, for whatever reason, I want to be a better mother this time and be who I wasn't able to be to my 2 sons when they were also Arrow's age. Arrow no longer has his Lola or Lolo or Grampa or Reyma to run to but he has me and I want to him to always feel that until he is much older. Maybe I am filled with guilt which is why I am trying to make up for all of those feelings now. Maybe. I am still trying to sort through my feelings about this. Bottom line is, I just want Arrow to know that no matter what, there will be someone who will forever defend him, understand him and most of all, love him unconditionally.louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-4760667950744985552011-09-03T10:59:00.001+08:002011-09-03T10:59:47.235+08:00OMG. It's September already.I'm back. I hope. I can't believe where the whole of August went. The "ber" months are here and soon Christmas will be just around the corner. Last weekend a typhoon passed out city leaving so much damage and the rains had been pouring since then. The sun only decided to come out today.<br />
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Many things have been happening. For one, the husband has been applying for a job and we are praying that he does get this one he has been called back for for a final interview. I am the more anxious one I think. Three kids is a lot of financial responsibility. And deny it or not, one working parents salary will never be enough.<br />
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Anyway, everything else has been the same old. With the 2 older kids going to school and the littlelest one growing to be a fine young little boy.<br />
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How have you been?louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-8032947854640421582011-07-25T18:13:00.000+08:002011-07-25T18:13:00.156+08:00My Growing Boy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-5vldzJDSHnKcSz4z-PLPFCzLLcitxtMVUjP00hsH24eu3gGtZCd3TG4hH6S1ln-ajQ2OTuiz9WsFTKO5cz7lykYozpjk65q7R1addvBtr-CBevgnMhyGUHRSN-94b-HQpnp2EChGGsI/s1600/IMG_0561.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-5vldzJDSHnKcSz4z-PLPFCzLLcitxtMVUjP00hsH24eu3gGtZCd3TG4hH6S1ln-ajQ2OTuiz9WsFTKO5cz7lykYozpjk65q7R1addvBtr-CBevgnMhyGUHRSN-94b-HQpnp2EChGGsI/s320/IMG_0561.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn2iIjP0KlgF_lQio9WDUo7-7vDYtHm8dWHZ7SzNsF7gKAwcc_XJdmJjZaF7hpIzfXQQLFU0PurW_38UW-yHcJjgAIcxYaC5BkG7uRUx8Ho-X6G1lIqkf4kZLFcUcj8XqQeO4fYlTwMps/s1600/IMG_0566.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn2iIjP0KlgF_lQio9WDUo7-7vDYtHm8dWHZ7SzNsF7gKAwcc_XJdmJjZaF7hpIzfXQQLFU0PurW_38UW-yHcJjgAIcxYaC5BkG7uRUx8Ho-X6G1lIqkf4kZLFcUcj8XqQeO4fYlTwMps/s320/IMG_0566.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXnTDMXRzfDfwg55Mq6qN6-pDOThiBbiASHYxPp5XYtG9tJ2cKapjOfxEGgTGwkXEM1NI5UWB3OrXoCD56b7mdXy49LGjC-8qRYSoknnJ-4Ks_a6YAsEBaWHNz5VzdjLaKnazFSjav3L0/s1600/IMG_0569.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXnTDMXRzfDfwg55Mq6qN6-pDOThiBbiASHYxPp5XYtG9tJ2cKapjOfxEGgTGwkXEM1NI5UWB3OrXoCD56b7mdXy49LGjC-8qRYSoknnJ-4Ks_a6YAsEBaWHNz5VzdjLaKnazFSjav3L0/s320/IMG_0569.JPG" width="240" /></a></div>He has one heck of an appetite. This 9 year old of mine can't get enough of anything!! He munched down a Bully Boy Burger - three beef patties in between 2 burger buns.louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-67830691062711471102011-07-24T17:59:00.000+08:002011-07-24T17:59:00.605+08:00The New PetThe kids have a pet. Note how I am trying my best not to include myself in the ownership of the new pet. It's a dog. The cousin of my Aunt gave it to her and since we have a very domineering grown dog owned by my Aunts who live downstairs, my Aunt decided that it would be best if the puppy stayed upstairs with us since we have a gate that will separate it from the big domineering dog named Bugs.<br />
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My dream job would be something that would have to do with travel. Maybe a host of a travel show or a professional blogger who writes about the many wonders of the world. Traveling is such a rich experience regardless of age. Exposure to other cultures allows us to appreciate so many things - things we do not have and things we already have. It becomes an experience like no other where we get to absorb the many wonders the world has to offer which we usually fail to see because of the busy, busy worlds we allow ourselves to get absorbed in.<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">I'd write about the beauty of the city where I live, how it was named as the Summer Capital of the Philippines by the Americans in the 1940's when life in the country's capital of Manila became too hot thus pushing the Americans to look for a cooler place to hold National Assemblies, etc. It is a small city with old timers who comfortably live a slow paced life. In the years that have past, Baguio City has developed into its own identity. One may say it has lost the old, rustic small city life with the entrance of big malls, franchised restaurants and I would have to agree that in a way Baguio is not the old Baguio anymore. But there are still places in Baguio that one can still go to to enjoy Baguio as it has. Good food is what Baguio can also boast about especially if you know where to go.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXrzVpKZOwUfbp1YzR-_RhhSrvrt7cXHMCQm2INCUMSVEwbnEKpExwm4AXq93pTeePm2YbMQyk07ItE_mFeiexdWhn6T6EdNnZJy-nYGokGnmh8yAHsSmh6xb8M11kDtsftpp4-P9m7g/s1600/IMG_7164.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizXrzVpKZOwUfbp1YzR-_RhhSrvrt7cXHMCQm2INCUMSVEwbnEKpExwm4AXq93pTeePm2YbMQyk07ItE_mFeiexdWhn6T6EdNnZJy-nYGokGnmh8yAHsSmh6xb8M11kDtsftpp4-P9m7g/s320/IMG_7164.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_Z7__YL4bs4XN77qprsFKvPM1uOLUuKdYrs4EHXJGX7E-kYk_PWW-EG-Fgew3kjt0Sbja26zseZ5UVLu2AQtVDub2juqjW-cHuP82ocVUPo2NWEHEpsCMOHzwC7SLI_tEiaFirM4TWs/s1600/IMG_7165.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5_Z7__YL4bs4XN77qprsFKvPM1uOLUuKdYrs4EHXJGX7E-kYk_PWW-EG-Fgew3kjt0Sbja26zseZ5UVLu2AQtVDub2juqjW-cHuP82ocVUPo2NWEHEpsCMOHzwC7SLI_tEiaFirM4TWs/s320/IMG_7165.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Chocolate cake and Chicken and Chips at Honey in The Rock.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Restaurants that offer good food in Baguio are usually owned by families who have been in the business for generations. Years ago when life was simpler, these restaurants were places families would go to when there would be special occasions like a birthday or if someone graduated. Now a days, eating out has become nothing but normal. Other good places to go to for food would be Omai Khan, Rosebowl, Forest House or Mario's. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlYz26krLLUpvmbHCuwvvxwl4ukT3zITFSorGBF4SbsfyQ1XoQrfRqH-luMXgRp1zRVrwKApviz1FtY7NEu0sPmy3E9hz2p4fO8MG2Q0IdennQiJvFeCQftE6W8w2inqIENalxgQhfNR4/s1600/IMG_0968.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlYz26krLLUpvmbHCuwvvxwl4ukT3zITFSorGBF4SbsfyQ1XoQrfRqH-luMXgRp1zRVrwKApviz1FtY7NEu0sPmy3E9hz2p4fO8MG2Q0IdennQiJvFeCQftE6W8w2inqIENalxgQhfNR4/s320/IMG_0968.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Food at Forest House</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">The Philippines has also so much more to offer especially the beaches since we are surrounded by the Pacific Ocean and the China Sea. Just an hour away from Baguio is the province of La Union which has black sand beaches. When we want to escape reality on a rather low budget and with just 2 days to spend, we head of to the beaches of La Union. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcqRxfL3ChQHNDCUzAEg0LXN1KbGjSID0dyWVx-9wpQMi4htcPRJ0X18qK0IsQGpAq4blucyI_VeyLJ5NROeVU_WjfnZni776G08EQmnoPeR46o8c7tRY75DuRGRarEUVew0ZTdsseWk/s1600/IMG_8314.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbcqRxfL3ChQHNDCUzAEg0LXN1KbGjSID0dyWVx-9wpQMi4htcPRJ0X18qK0IsQGpAq4blucyI_VeyLJ5NROeVU_WjfnZni776G08EQmnoPeR46o8c7tRY75DuRGRarEUVew0ZTdsseWk/s320/IMG_8314.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcTKMYYKKY-7Z9UYS92_sZfZz3NUmnn6lJs2-gbxCy-mH4wowgV6yDzlx-1o3wg-d5dVVLNexwHf_R0CR4zPsFH2tlBfhZes1S7ijD4FC2pMakysKKhzjlw4axz544CxQZlRkvuNcW5Q/s1600/IMG_0544.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLcTKMYYKKY-7Z9UYS92_sZfZz3NUmnn6lJs2-gbxCy-mH4wowgV6yDzlx-1o3wg-d5dVVLNexwHf_R0CR4zPsFH2tlBfhZes1S7ijD4FC2pMakysKKhzjlw4axz544CxQZlRkvuNcW5Q/s320/IMG_0544.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>We are heading home today! Jet's IV has been removed and we are waiting for the discharge orders from the doctor. He is in a cast already and will have it on for the next 3 weeks. He will have to go for rehab after his cast has been removed. Bad news is, he will have to be operated on again after 3 months to remove the screws! Boo.<br />
Thank you all for your prayers and kind thoughts.louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-41769569149715718142011-07-15T08:38:00.000+08:002011-07-15T08:38:14.646+08:00Where We Are<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIxudvA_56IQNzgD42CbahwS__Dc7U2gU2V2w9GzxpOtqq3b47jkAbvYsdNsfPiBrvs50DgSup1348NPbYb5qukVama0H7MCNMfvUtbIvw0OdIJoHeWgH7SHABSv2P7yAXa_KpOYHiC4o/s1600/Photo+220.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIxudvA_56IQNzgD42CbahwS__Dc7U2gU2V2w9GzxpOtqq3b47jkAbvYsdNsfPiBrvs50DgSup1348NPbYb5qukVama0H7MCNMfvUtbIvw0OdIJoHeWgH7SHABSv2P7yAXa_KpOYHiC4o/s320/Photo+220.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We're still at the hospital. Jet's surgery lasted for about 3 hours and stayed i the recovery room for about an hour and half. Regardless of what the case is, to have a loved on in the hospital can be very stressful. The emotions one feels can become very overwhelming. For me, it also brings back a whole lot of memories of Mom and Dad and their days spent in the hospital.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyway, so far, Jet has been recovering pretty well although he is still in pain. We also learned from the doctor that Jet will need to be operated on after about 3 months to remove the screws - which upon finding out turned Jet's mood very sour. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hopefully we get to go home by tomorrow. Crossing fingers!!</div>louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-47113346275968222352011-07-12T05:58:00.000+08:002011-07-12T05:58:18.093+08:00Off We GoWe're off to the hospital today and will be staying there for at least 4 days. Eeeep. This is Jet's first time in his 30 years of life to be hospitalized so he is totally freaked out. I really pray his surgery goes well, there will be no complications and he will recover fast. Am I asking for too much??<br />
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In the meantime, here are some photos of the littlelest guy when we went to do some errands last weekend<br />
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Dash's wound is healing very well although his pedia still wants it covered so as to avoid any bacterial infection. He hardly feels any pain now so I think he will be OK.<br />
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On to the more serious matter. We got to talk to Jet's ortho surgeon who has decided to operate on him Wednesday morning. He will be doing 3 procedures - and I do not really remember the medical terms - but he will basically be doing an elbow reconstruction. I asked the doctor how bad it was and the doctor said, "very." Sheesh. The radial head of his elbow was shattered but the doctor will never really know the extent of the damage until he opens it up. If the radial head was damaged by only about 30%, then it will not require anything major but if more than that was damaged then the surgeon will have to use a couple of titanium screws to put things in place. Jet will have to stay in the hospital for about 3-4 days, will be in a cast for 4-6 weeks and will need rehab for about 3 months.<br />
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Meanwhile, I didn't get that job I was applying for at the other company and I didn't get the promoted at work this year.<br />
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Set backs aside, everything else is OK.<br />
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Happy Sunday everyone.<br />
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<br class="webkit-block-placeholder" />louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-50611914346337055122011-07-08T08:30:00.000+08:002011-07-08T08:30:58.339+08:00A Series of Unfortunate Events<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br class="webkit-block-placeholder" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yRiwjFKkpRvBpVLRd97-o61yiPqF7WuOJiCDKXaVzBrwmXpEUKeI_brbm6txClaPW-GstUAcqsbI5WEzwfO4FZAsT3NE-dtBtLPBLku0W4A-RiSVWcw2rP5-3hDjTJP0CHxyDvnr0Ak/s1600/IMG0131A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1yRiwjFKkpRvBpVLRd97-o61yiPqF7WuOJiCDKXaVzBrwmXpEUKeI_brbm6txClaPW-GstUAcqsbI5WEzwfO4FZAsT3NE-dtBtLPBLku0W4A-RiSVWcw2rP5-3hDjTJP0CHxyDvnr0Ak/s1600/IMG0131A.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPea3z3h5HIfKiC1gLEiFIo5Nh4hcpgq5uI6gyAHUYEujsVZrHIaeidFqWIp-qmicB8rXhyzDyHRhpbF9puHfbVdQKCL5J16uf481PxUA5otKK8O4AFLE5XjuysJ4vSM8Bxe0ecuuW5gE/s1600/IMG0136A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPea3z3h5HIfKiC1gLEiFIo5Nh4hcpgq5uI6gyAHUYEujsVZrHIaeidFqWIp-qmicB8rXhyzDyHRhpbF9puHfbVdQKCL5J16uf481PxUA5otKK8O4AFLE5XjuysJ4vSM8Bxe0ecuuW5gE/s1600/IMG0136A.jpg" /></a></div>On Monday morning, we rushed my 5 year old son to the ER. He accidentally spilled his very hot soup on his right thigh. He was very brave and didn't cry. The doctors cleaned his wounds and wrapped it in a bandage. He was a trooper. He is ok now and will be brought for follow up check up tomorrow.<br />
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Tuesday was my birthday.<br />
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On Wednesday, my husband and 9 year old son went to play basketball. A little before 5PM, my husband called and said he was on his way to the ER again! I left work and rushed to the hospital. Unfortunately, my husband suffered a bad fall. Upon confirmation from the doctors, based on the x-ray results, he suffered an elbow fracture. It is swelling until now so right now he is just in a semi cast. By tomorrow, we will know if and when he will be operated on since the radial plate of his elbow was shattered.louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7593290192293739137.post-67517293892102921662011-06-30T07:52:00.000+08:002011-06-30T07:52:00.082+08:00Its EssenceToday officially marks the end of the first half of the year. Whenever I have my own quiet time, I always find myself thinking of how I have been spending my time. I think I give a lot of importance to how one's time is spent. When I was younger - carefree and self centered, I could sit around for hours and hours and hours doing nothing, thinking of nothing. My goodness, I cannot go back to those days and imagine how much time was wasted on absolutely nothingness (if there is such a word)!<br />
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Soon, Christmas songs will fill the air. My kids will soon turn a year older again. The rainy season will end and we will welcome summer into our lives again. We will welcome a new year again.<br />
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Time goes by. Our lives go by. I want to make it worth looking back on.louannhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05522758277418450920noreply@blogger.com2