Worried Sick Because Wolf Is Sick

First of all, drawing blood from baby's arms should be banned!

It was so traumatizing to watch and see your ten-month old screaming, and turning blue from crying and shaking from fear and looking at you with eyes that seems to be saying, 'mama, don't let them do this to me,' while the doctors are pinning him down and the other inserts a needle on his teeny little arms.

Is there any other easier way to do it?

This was the first time that I cried, as in sobbing and crying, in front of total strangers in years!

I don't think I even cried at the delivery room. Well, that was because I was conked out.

Anyway, we had to rush Wolf to the ER because he had some LBM issues yesterday and a bit of fever, but this morning, upon his Pedia's advise should he show signs of watery stools we should bring him to the hospital.

It turns out the Wolf had amoebiasis, so naming the sickness made it a lot less scary but the poor guy had been shi*tting all day, every 10 minutes in fact, so his butt is raw and red and definitely painful. He screams everytime we lay him on the changing table. My heart breaks each time.

Fever is still recurring but thank God, the appetite is still there. My mom made him ate a serving of banana and unlike other kids, he loves the taste of rehydration salts on water. His milk intake is still the same but of course, he'd still lose weight.

He's been very lethargic and doesn't want me out of his sight. He only wants to sleep beside me and always calling out 'mama' if I'm not around. It could be so sweet if only he's not sick.

Some holiday this is turning out to be. I have an unfrosted cake left on the table (mom and dad's 39th wedding anniversary today) which I would be junking tomorrow. I just don't have the interest anymore. The fondant icing is somewhere in the kitchen, I don't really care.

Wolf had always been a healthy kid. Aside from when we had sore eyes a few months back, and some cases of the sniffles every now and then, this was hist first serious illness. I'm currently undergoing the tests of parenthood, and I hope to emerge a learned parent after this is over. We were a fool to take his health for granted just because he wasn't rushed to the hospital on a monthly basis.

Please pray over Wolf, for his fast recovery. He needs your prayers.

Konti Na Lang

Had my check up a few hours ago. And everything looks good. My T4 hormones have gone down a lot although my TSH still needs a little work up. My WBC is a little low on the side, an effect of PTU, the anti-thyroid drug I'm taking.

The dizziness and weakness I've been feeling lately is due to lack of sleep and that can easily be remedied.

Doctor took me off the beta-blocker and lowered the dosage of PTU, which I'll only be taking for three weeks. After that, my hormones will be checked again.

So, yeah. Feeling lukewarm happy. And grateful that my health is getting better.

And Wolf can now say buh-bah when calling his daddy.

Mogatu and Friend

The holidays won't be lonely for Ultraman A.K.A. Mogatu (see previous 2006 posts for history lessons).

Just get some scrap, Skittles and a couple of vegetation and we've got ORANGE.

Deadlier Than Pacquiao's Combo

FRIES AND STRAWBERRY MILKSHAKE.

=)

Wala Na Bang Iba Bukod Kay Chino Trinidad?

There. I got that out of the way. And what more can I say?

Manny was simply, simply phenomenal!!!

I won 700 bucks! Haha.

Somewhat feeling proud that I was confident Pacquiao would win despite predictions that he'd end up in a vegetative state after the bout.

Admittedly, I don't know much about boxing but Dela Hoya looked really awkward the whole time during the match.

I saw the fear on his face when Pacquiao had him cornered.

Well, he got a taste of the pambasang kamao.

And then he bit the dust.

(photos from Yahoo!Sports)

Out Of The Ashes (Hi-Fi Indios Debut Album, Now Released!)

I should've posted this weeks ago. I'm really a crappy sister. And I'm also sorry for the poorly scanned photos. >.<

Well this album is the fruit of my brother's band's labor. Their debut single "Sa Iyo" has been getting some airspace in local radio station for weeks now. They shot their music video last Friday and is expected to air this month.

But despite these breakthroughs, we hope that their venture would be well-received and that all of you would support them as they are one of the real heroes of our local music industry by churning out the best ORIGINAL PILIPINO MUSIC.

***available in major record stores for only 250Php***

Friends, Who Are We To Judge? Hmmm?

In a mad world, only the mad are sane.

-Akira Kurosawa-

Two Reasons Why I'm Pissed Off Today

It's Friday. It's the last day of the work week. I'm excited and eager to start my off. Heck, it's Friday Madness at 88.9.

And then two cretins pissed me off.

One was a maniac jeepney passenger. A pimply student wearing a white uniform. I shoved him off and yelled at him in front of all passengers because he was just a bit too close for comfort. Serves him right.

One is a very rude employee of STANDARD CHARTERED BANK named MARCO DAVID with TELEPHONE NUMBERS 4174070/4190199. He texted about a loan and credit card offer and even when I expressed my interest, he was very rude and demanding with requests. I already erased our text message exchanges. I don't need that rubbish on my phone. I sent my requirements in PDF format and he had the gall to ask me to resend those in JPG format with matching exclamation points at the end and demanding why is nobody answering our landline. Idiot. Their sorry office doesn't even have Adobe Reader. Well, MARCO DAVID, say goodbye to one commission lost.

Well, writing is indeed cathartic. I am hoping that this feelings seeps away soon because with my hyperthyroidism, everything is magnified which is why I feel so irritated more than usual.

Moving on...=)

Giggling at Gilligan's

I intend to keep my son laughing and happy, always. Whatever it takes.

Ma-ma

Sarap ng feeling. Mma-ma

When The Lab Exam Are Not So Good...

..and when you came from a very depressing doctor's appointment and for some reason you want to take out your frustrations on your hair, you just go by the nearest salon, plop on the seat, close your eyes, and that's it.

I have hyperthyroidism and I am so stupid for not recognizing the symptoms when I've been feeling it for more than a year now. But the good news is that I found a doctor who is willing to try me out for a month-long medication first before letting me go under the knife.

And since I may not undergo surgery any time soon, I can still cover this year's Muziklaban Finals and see Sepultura live!

And I also love my haircut. =)

Something's Brewing

Nabitin ba kayo nung concert?
Baka magkaron ng album...another concert...tv special...
The possibilities are endless.
But wait...there's more.

Spousal Support

Aminado ako ng walanghiya ako. As in walang-hiya.

So sumali ako sa Shell Singing Idol kahit hindi naman kagandahan at hindi bonggang-bongga ang boses ko.

Nanood ang asawa ko. Pinagtiisan niya ang kawalanghiyaan ko.

At kahit hindi ako nanalo or naging finalist man lang, bongga pa din ako.

Ako lang ang contestant na sinuportahan ng significant other niya.

Ako lang ang may official photographer/paparazzi na bitbit: Jhamie Latonero.

At bonggang-bongga din ang audience impact ko (upload ko yung video soon).

Ergo, sa aking paningin, (at sa paningin ng asawa ko) WINNEST PA DIN AKO.

(pero in fairness, winnest din yung ibang contestants. so lahat kame winnest. hehe)

I Just Find This Picture Funny. =)

I Promise...

...to be a better wife and mother tomorrow.

I haven't adjusted to my schedule yet. It's hard.

My husband and I hardly get to see each other during the week and there's so much to do during the weekend. My husband's schedule had been shifting for the past week so we did not have simultaneous rest days. There have been more than once where his baon is just some random de lata because I'm just too tired to cook him a real meal after coming home from work. There have been instances of impatience and snappy retorts because we're just not used to our schedule. I don't like feeling crabby. I miss my husband. =(

I would come home and Wolf would already be asleep. He would wake me at around 7 am, giving me roughly only 5 hours of sleep daily. I have these big bags under my eyes and sometimes, I would fall asleep while my son goes through Sesame Street, Mickey Mouse, Tigger and Pooh, Little Einsteins, and Handy Manny. Sometimes he would clamber on top of me, pulls my hair to give me a wake up call.

Before I know it, it's time to prepare for work. And the cycle would go on.

Unless, I start pulling myself together, quit whining and start moving my butt to make things better.

(>.<)

Office Space

This is my workstation. It's my own corner where I can sulk. Sing. Laugh. Surf. Whatever. And yeah, I forgot about this: Work. Heh.

So, yesterday, I personalized my station. Which is fine in this company, (unlike some) as long as you don't violate any HSSE Rules (sorry, company jargon).

On top of my station rests the following:

• Mr. Potato Head disguised as Optimus Prime
• My Ultraman pen holder
• Vibro-Ultraman for those lonely nights. Joke. Heh.
• A book about 'Infamous Killers.' A light reading for avail times.
• A box where I keep my stash of high-calorie contraband such as chips and chocolates. Heh.

My CPU

And these. These helps me get through the day. =)

Laughing Gas

Power Tripping

I may be a newbie but I'm not a pushover.

Me and My Punk

Bring It On

Ooh, I just can't resist taking a dig at you. You're such an easy target. 

Yeah, you can name-call me whatever you like. You can even do it in three languages. 

It's a free country right? This blog is open for commenting for a reason. You can say anything to my face.  I can take it. This conscience is clear. I was just putting in my two cent's worth. 

I'm just calling a spade a f*cking spade.

I'll repeat, bato-bato sa langit, tamaan guilty. Since I didn't mention any names and you WERE that affected, then that guilt is showing, my dear. 

So if you don't like what you're reading here then don't ever visit my page. 

It's as frigging simple as that. 

And hey, didn't I already deleted you from my contacts list? 

Everything should be fine then. 

But I'm expecting more rants and fireworks from you. If you can, please channel it directly at me. If you don't, I'd be thoroughly disappointed. 

I don't really hate you know? 

I just can't stand seeing mothers being disrespected which are what my previous posts are all about. 

What's so funny about this is the way you came crawling back to mommy, telling on me, after I threatened to expose your rottenness to the world. Which I technically didn't since I never mentioned any names before. You assumed it was you because, maybe, something about my posts struck a nerve with you. Just trying to be logical here, that's all.

You should be glad that your mom welcomed you back with open arms. 

She really is a good mom and an all-around nice person that you and your sibling should be grateful and just love her the way that she deserves to be loved. I know I love her and I've only met her for a short time.

Really simple, right? 

I hurt those who hurt the ones I love. And since I'm doing this to you, it's for that reason. No malicious intent. 

And if I really am the walanghiya person that you say I am then I should have stamped your full name on all corners of this post. But I'm still trying to protect your identity. 

See? I can be real nice when I want to. 

I'm waiting. =). 

Rice With Apple and Cranberry

PAPER

So we celebrated our First Wedding Anniversary. Cannot believe it had been already a year of wedded bliss cause I can't really say that the honeymoon is already over. =). We spent most part of the weekend holed up in a room at Intercontinental Hotel Makati (and I would like to thank IHG Batchmate Ruth Chase for making us use her employee discount. It was a frigging steal).

I hope we get to celebrate more of these in the next, say, 50 years?

I love my husband. I really do.

Anyway here's the recap of that enjoyable weekend. =).

Waiting to be checked in. Photo quality is kinda bleh. I used a 2mp camera phone.

The elevator vestibule.

The lobby.

An obligatory vanity shot.

A view from the top.

Testing out the bed. Woo-hooh!
We were given a double bed room at first but we reserved a king-sized deluxe room so we raised a bit of a ruckus and requested for a room transfer. The only available king room that they had was a smoking room but we had to take it because a double bed room is just not that romantic. =p.

While we were waiting to be transferred, took some photos of the room. The room facilities were basically the same except for the bed. And some of the items in the above picture were taken home after checking out. =). Typical, huh?

We love tub! Aah, to soak in lots of bubbles for 15 minutes.

Watching GREMLINS on HBO.

Is that Gizmo?

This is the humongous king-sized bed. And did it have a lot of space for, uh, rolling around! =)

After checking-in and the room trasnfer and everything we had a quick bite at Glorietta and walked around a bit until our feet ached. We rested for a little while and when we were up to it, we got all dolled up for dinner, hence, the little black dress.

We ate at Red Crab, Greenbelt.

Staring longingly at the chocolate fountain. The buffett is closed when we got there so we opted for a sit-down dinner.

Iced tea, beer, screwdriver, and mango juice. Ha.

Shrimp and crabmeat potato croquettes with crabfat sauce. Ooh, heart-attack.

Lobster paella.

Bacon-wrapped camaron rebosado.

And we were so stuffed that we headed right back to the hotel room after this wonderful gustatory experience. A few minutes into a terrorist documentary on BBC, we succumbed to sleep.


And sleep we did. Haha. We woke up, lingered in bed for awhile took turns in the tub. We packed and pilfered (sorry, tao lang!) and checked out early to have breakfast at the Pancake House before heading home where our 7 month old is waiting for us.

We had fun. We really needed this alone time because we don't see much of each other during weekdays because of work schedule.

Looking forward to next year.

Hi-Fi Indios Mall Tour

Finally! My big bro's band, HI-FI INDIOS, is now embarking on an exciting part of their flourishing career: MALL TOURS!!!

Here's their sked for the month:

September 7: STA LUCIA EAST

September 14: MALL OF ASIA

September 20: SM MANILA

More coming soon.

Please visit their multiply site for loads of info about the band

Please support OPM. Especially this band because they rock.

The hot guitarist is my brother. And I think he's single right now. Which is good.

Signs of Life

Okay..I'm still in the process of transitioning and migrating and shifting paths (career-wise). But here's how we look like lest you forget how we actually look like.

This laddie is already 7 months! He can sit up on his own. He can walk steadily using his walker. He loves carrots and cerelac cereals. And I'm scared. I do want him to grow up. Just not yet.

- - -

Oh, and I'm no longer legally affiliated with Medicall but there would always be a piece of my heart left there with the people that I'm going to miss the most. And they are quite few but they know who they are. And I'm sure I'll be seeing them again. Soon.

I've spent two and a-half years of my life in there. It's time to move on.

This Is So Gonna Piss You Off...

..because I know I am.

I am joining Gorgoro's sentiments.

F*ck!ng bureaucrats. Trying to spoil the fun.

But I think all is not lost yet. I heard that the sponsors are still trying to negotiate with the bureaucrats.

So if it doesn't happen on August 30, it may just be moved at a later date.

Hopefully.

The Biggest Loser

Your hubris definitely astounded me. For a minute there, I was almost amazed by you.

But I'm more amazed by my husband. he asked you a really loaded question: Who, really, is the biggest loser in here? Is it him or you?

There's just something wrong with your moral vacuum. You speak, talk and look like a human yet the way you treat your family really appalls me. I see you with other people and your personality changes radically. And I thought I was the Queen of Plastics.

And I don't need to know your history with your mom to judge for myself that you treat your mom and your entire family like crap. I've seen enough.

You're so settled on your high-horse that you would probably hit the ground with a very loud thud. Someday. Hopefully.

And I'll never retract any of my posts about you. I've been blogging for 4 years now and I have no intention of retracting any of my posts just because you said so. It ain't gonna happen. And besides I'm not naming names here, so bato-bato sa langit, tamaan guilty. =)

This is probably the last time that I'll ever write about you. It had been fun writing blind items about you. But I won't waste any more of my space. You are just not worth it.

Can't wait for the day that karma bites you in the ass real hard. And this is of course after you fall off your high horse. Yee-haw!

Sick Week

I thought it was just case of oversleeping last Monday morning. When I woke up after 10 hours of sleep, I had a headache and my right eye was watery. I attributed the headache to the heat and the eye irritation to my contact lenses but my health took a nosedive late in the afternoon. After bathing, fever set in. My fever alternated between 38 and 39 point something degrees. Thankfully it didn't reach 40 degrees. My eyes were watering and secreting a lot but at least it did not itch nor was painful. My throat wasn't sore either but my appetite is still bleh. I was chilling most of the time and probably hallucinating and Tuesday afternoon I was brought by husband and brother to the Capitol Medical Center ER.

After urinalysis and CBC were done, I waited for THREE hours for the result. And I DON'T like waiting at all. So by the time they got the results, I was seething and pissed and just about ready to headbutt any medical personnel. Why? Because I was shivering in that cold 'bed' that they have lying out in the hallway. My husband requested for an extra blanket which came 30 minutes after. Nobody bothered to come and check my thermometer or offer me any Tempra or fever reliever. And I can't figure out why it took their laboratory three hours to analyze my urine and blood.

Well it was just a case of infection, I was prescribed some antibiotics but they couldn't do anything about my eye infection because they don't have an available ophthalmologist but there is no way that I am going back there.

By Tuesday morning, before he left for work, my husband's right eye had started to show signs of infection but he still went. And another stroke of bad luck, my mom caught the flu and was very weak and unable to care for Wolf which left me no choice but to handle him instead.

The poor guy got conjunctivitis too!

So after my husband's shift we all went to the Fatima Eye Center where we got relatively better service.

So we're all seeing red right now. But I'm on my way to recovery. Wolf's both eyes are red. I just can't stand looking at them. I pity him so much. My husband is showing symptoms of flu today but luckily I'm now able to take care of them.

Haay. Ang nanay bawal magkasakit.

Gloat

Original source

Jennifer Aniston and John Mayer have called it quits, multiple sources confirm to PEOPLE.

"They had a great time together but they are just in different places in their lives right now," says a source of Aniston, 39, and Mayer, 30, who kicked off their courtship in April.

A friend of Mayer adds that a reconciliation isn't necessarily out of the question: "He never ends things with a clean slate. He likes to dwell on these relationships and sort everything out before saying goodbye for good."

The split was first reported Wednesday by the U.K.'s Mirror, which said the couple split earlier this week, after initially deciding to spend some time apart.

Reps for Aniston and Mayer have declined to comment.

• Reporting by K.C. BAKER and ALYSSA SHELASKY

The Mischievous Constipated Elf

I remember Ms. Susana Macapagal fondly. She was our professor in World Literature. I am usually disruptive during classes because I can't be stopped from spewing one liners that would, well, disrupt the class into chaos. In the middle of discussing The Iliad, one semester, out of exasperation she pointed to me and said, 'You! You are like a mischievous constipated elf!'

Well the moniker stuck.

But I'm ready to bequeath the title now to my 6 month old punk.

He really can't get the hand of turning over on his stomach but he can definitely utilize his walker at 6 months.