Lucky Jinx

Barako Haus: Our New 2nd Home in the South

2015-08-07T04:56:00.001-07:00

With all the establishments with a modern theme, and coffee chains abroad continuing to be popular, it is a welcome treat to discover Barako Haus. Right in President's Avenue near Pizza Hut and Pancake House, Barako Haus offers a unique and hard to find special coffee.

The Barako Civet is one of their product offerings. Made from the droppings of a Civet cat, the coffee which uses homegrown beans in alfonso is one of their best sellers. For those with a craving for strong coffee, their blend is also flavorful. Their Filipino coffee is also a best seller plus it is bottomless :)

What i love about the place is the nice interiors. Filipino in design, there are seats wherein you can play sungka. Again perhaps as an answer to the puzzle cafes that are popular. You can seat confortably too.

The staff is very friendly. The other products are good too. I ordered the bread with kesong puti and it was filling.

All in all, we are torn between wanting to keep the place to ourselves. But of course, drop by :) we definitely want Barako Haus as a second home. We hope you like it too.

Sungka, anyone?

Life's Like That (Funny Anecdotes)

2015-08-01T10:56:00.001-07:00

Okay, so we have all had our "mam/sir" experiences in Jollibee, I have also had my share of inefficient service, but these are not what I am talking about here. Most companies have trainings for their new staff. But sometimes, perhaps when they were preparing for work, and afraid of being late, they leave common sense behind :) Note that there are indeed times you find these instances funny.

Experience #1: SM Department Store. I was walking in the make up section, when I got approached by a saleslady offering a straightening iron tool. I was in a hurry and not in the mood, when I said "no thanks, offering an explanation "maikli pa buhok ko eh". So imagine my disdain with her answer, "yun na nga po ma'am eh, maikli pa lang puro tikwas na." Err...where's your manager?

Experience #2: Flea Market/Tiangge. I was looking at a blouse, I wasn't sure if it fit me but I was inspecting it carefully. It was a buttondown blouse. The saleslady looked at me and said, "ma'am hindi po kasya sa inyo." I was still in a good mood so I said, "malay mo hindi para sa kin to, or magdadiet na lang ako" To which she said, "ma'am ayoko lang po kasi masira yung damit"...Me: mentally slaps her.

Experience #3: I have written about this in FB. The guards in our subdivision normally ask for another ID when we enter. But more than that, they ask rudely and in a feeling close way "Ano ang gagawin niyo dun" So one time, in several of the gates, as I was delivering gifts and doing errands, I decided to tell the whole truth. "Ah, susunduin ko po kasi ang anak ko, kasi kaibigan niya yung taga dyan, alam mo naman, mahirap panahon ngayon, kaya hatid sundo tsaka buti na yung nakakadalaw siya kesa maglakwatsa kung saan saan. Isang anak ko lang kasi yan...bla bla. Guard lets me in

Experience #4:Guard asks again what I'm going to do in a house, and this time, I was with my sister, so naturally we had to tell the whole truth "Ah kasi magkaklase kami ng college, eh inaanak ko ang mga anak niya eh nung nakaraang pasko hindi kami nagkita kita kaya eto ngayon, hinahatid ko kasi alam mo naman dapat talga magbigay sa mga inaanak. Dati kasi hindi ako nakapagbigay tapos...." Guard lets us in.

Experience #5:Happened to my brother: He got apprehended for a minor traffic violation. Because he was in a hurry, he offered to pay the officer a bit of money, around P50. To which the officer replied, "Sir, di pa ho kasya yan sa value meal, paddagdag po ng P9"

Experience #6: Our helper wrote us a letter before she left. My mom was a bank officer. But we wondered why she kept on addressing her as "Atty". Nevertheless, my mom concluded it was from her corporate attire and professional demeanor probably. Until at the end of the letter, our helper said"Atty, pasensha na po ah, at talgang nagpatulong kasi ang "atty" ko sa probinsya, ako na lang kasi pagasa namin magkakapatid kaya pati is kong "atty" uuwi. So it is a family of lawyers!

My son sometimes denies he ate bubble gum...

More to come!

The HeART of Saving

2015-08-01T09:38:00.002-07:00

One of the most common responses I hear when I get to talk about young ones or even old ones when offered a savings or investment plan is "wala akong pera eh." Somehow, people think that insurance and investments are only for the rich, or for those with extra. But let me share you a secret? You can begin one now.

At the risk of this being a hardsell, and I promise this isn't, let me ask you something, like a coffee ad before asked, "Who do you wake up for?"

Need I say more?

We all have needs, we all have wants. But we all have the same love for our family. With that being said, most of us just need a little push in the right direction. And let me tell you that this is not easy, but it is going to be worth it.

How does one begin?

1.) First of all, common sense dictates that after graduation, we should get a job. And most of us, we have different priorities when it comes to job hunting. Sometimes we compromise and end up with something we hate and though it does pay the bills, it doesn't allow us to grow bigger. Find something you love, nurture it, later on maybe you can find your own place for it and have a business. How can you save if money isn't coming in?

2.) Do not be afraid to learn about money. Nowadays there are plenty of resources in the net and take advantage of it. Ask questions, find a mentor. Also, if a financial advisor or insurance agent wants to meet up with you, just say yes! Believe me, they will move on to the next client, and it is their job to share to the most number of people. Let them do their job, and you can benefit from them. Aside from the free coffee, they are offering you their time to discuss. If you do not need what they have to offer, then at least you had additional information. And if you do like it, then it is something to consider. Remember, insurance is for your loved ones. Like what I read, insurance keeps you from being poor while investments help make you rich.

3.) Beware of those little purchases that add up. When I first started writing again recently, I told myself that I will get a phone that I have been saving up for but never got to do. But I wanted to have a useful purchase, (because I needed a better camera) and I said that because I made a purchase, then I better make the most of it, and so far it has helped me market my business more.

4.) Get a 2nd job. There is no shame in selling, or getting a sideline. You just have to find one that suits your talent and time. Do you like kids? then you can host parties. (hint, hint). Do you have a nice voice? Try out a career as a voice talent. Do you speak english well? There are online tutoring jobs available. Check out freelancer.com, or odesk for more opportunities. Beware of scams or business opportunities that are dubious, but just keep on trying.

You can learn even from just watching television

5.) Stay away from sales when you are sad, or stop thinking about retail therapy. Yes, there is such a thing but try to limit your retail therapy at one small item. Otherwise, retail therapy has a twin, and that is buyer's remorse!

6.) Sell your items that you don't use anymore. There is olx, or ebay, or just make use of your house, pool in the items that you don't use and pitch in with friends. Better yet, you can arrange an exchange party wherein you simply barter items with each other instead of spending on things which can be recycled.

7.) Treat credit cards as cash. I once had a credit card collector whom I dreaded answering. But after a while, he was so persistent and insisted on really talking to me that I realized he was just doing his job. He made me a good payment arrangement, and instead of being afraid of him, I treated him as someone who made my life easier. Besides, when I finally paid off the bill, I was glad I didn't dread hearing the phone ring again!

8.) Beware of those designer jeans, or even designer food. Even in exercising, do you really need to use a particular brand? Does exercising in the park make it better than when you are in an expensive gym? Take care of your health but do not forget to take care of your wallet too :)

9.) On household purchases, compare brands. Be practical. When I shop with my son, I ask him whether its a need or a want. He rolls his eyes but I can tell the lesson has stuck to him.

Travel for fun! It's the best experience that is far more valuable than anything

10.) Pamper yourself a bit every now and then, so you don't feel deprived. Then continue with your savings plan. Delayed gratification is a good concept to remember when the urge to spend hits.

11.) Sites like groupon, metrodeal are good sources of sale items. But before buying, make sure you will be available and really willing to push through with the sale. 40% of those who buy do not really avail of the items, and though this would go to the merchant, they will be unable to sustain their sales as well in the long run.

12.) Before buying an item, ask yourself if it can wait a week, if the urge is still there, give it another one. Are you keeping up with friends, are you really going to use all the features of a particular item? How would you feel if this item was stolen from you? If you are uncomfortable using it, then it isn't for you.

13,) I reiterate this, you do not have to help everyone who asks for help. If you were really somebody's friend, you would listen and ask them how they came to the predicament. And if you do give help, give an amount that you are actually willing to donate for good. If it comes back, it means just put it in your savings plan. Believe me, you are better off saying no to continue to be friends.

14.) Always look for the bigger picture. Why are you saving, who are you saving for, what is your timeline?

15.) Slowly but surely is the name of the game. Also, it helps to have arrangements with bank when you have a salary to deduct a portion for your savings. Just talk to the bank and open a second account with them. Also, it might help to get a savings plan wherein you can commit to an amount. Most times, when you have to pay, then you just come up with a way to pay...just like students with deadlines, we need a little push.

16.) Sometimes, you just have to spend a bit more to end up saving. This has happened to me during events, I do not get extra people to drive for example to try and save money. So I ended up crashing the car because of little sleep. So I paid more. On the other hand, learn to price your products and talents accordingly so you can give and get the best service ever, resulting to more sales.

There are still plenty of ideas, but for now, here are some tips to better improve your budget. Saving is a science for sure, but it is also an art that may be practiced. And definitely, when we do it for the ones that matter then it becomes a real tool for showing our love.

Have faith, we have a Great Provider. Do your best, do not lose hope, and claim His blessings.

All will be well, may you be blessed!

Don't Doubt It, Claim It

2015-07-27T21:20:00.001-07:00

Back when I was in college, I veered away from Engineering or Computer Science. I have a big respect for math wizards, and wished I had that much interest. But maybe, I really had a different calling. I chose Development Communication as my course, it was creative, it had some Science as subjects. But heck, I would choose Crop Science anytime than any theorems.

I had the opportunity to have the best Math teachers in highschool and gradeschool. I did well in Math but I didn't like it. I was even surprised to be part of the first section based on math. (Sorry, just amazed) Because of these teachers, I survived the dreaded UP Math curse. I also realized that I do love algebra. That being said, I stayed away from anything financial or related to accounting.

With my college blockmates in a reunion. They were all successful, and i asked myself, when will it be my turn?

I always imagined working with kids. No big corporate job. And though I have had corporate jobs, I have always been in the creative field. Back when I was in my first job, I was blessed to be in research wherein I realized I can persevere in writing even when topics are way out of my league.

Theater workshop in Tahanan Village

With my friends from Black Tie, where I did copywriting, scriptwriting, etc.

Recently though, as I was evaluating my events business, I realized that the one thing I was having a hard time controlling was the finance part. I had a great set of suppliers, staff, and ideas. But I had a hard time with finance. And it started to affect my creativity. And so I had this realization. Every job has to have a yin and yang. And naturally, understanding finance is important. Even President Aquino in his recent SONA acknowledged the need for more bookkeepers, accountants, etc.

As I was going through business and family challenges, I got the opportunity to talk to my financial advisor. My very good confidante, and because he gave me such sound advice (not just financial ones, mind you even life lessons), I began learning bit by bit how to save. I asked him questions about where to put my money (especially as a single mother). I also asked him what it's like to be a financial advisor, if it was hard to go after people, and he even gave a unique answer. He said, people sought him instead. And true enough, I was the one who set follow up meetings with him. I was expecting him to give me a proposal on our first meeting, but he gave it on the third. Most of all, my talks with him, made me trusted him enough to take the leap. And what is this leap? The leap to learn about financial independence.

The article in Moneysense magazine that made me feel like I should do more, be more.

And so I decided to become a financial advisor. I joined Philam, and met my friend LJ's mom. I threw away the notion that I should always be in a creative job, Sometime late last year, I attended all the trainings our office gave. I passed the exam, and I closed some policies. The thing that made me like those sessions with my classmates aside from the great trainers, was the fact that at the end of the day, we were talking about people. About lives. About what would happens if a person dies? What happens to his millions? How about his investments, is it indeed safer to put it in a bank, or buy properties? Then there were even juicier questions, what if he had illegitimate children? The numbers began to have meaning. Math began to be more heart. Most of all, what if a person did not have money to save?

How does one begin? How do I begin?

With my reasons for everything

I was able to be close one of the biggest FYC accounts in the Manila A category. This was totally unexpected. And though I would like to say it has been smooth sailing from then on, it was hard!Because I was still into my other line of business, I had a burnout. Something happened in our family too, our ancestral house was under construction, I had to handle some clients, and new opportunities presented themselves. And I was left with another dilemma.
Do you get more than one dream?

With balloons, happy moments

I felt alone. I felt like I was drowning. who am I doing this with? So they say, trust nobody when it comes to business. Ganyan talga sa negosyo... How many times have I encountered stealing of ideas in the creative world, and more so in sales? In spite all of these, the one thing that I know I can do was to write. When I do not have funds maybe for going out and doing sales pitches, or when my event client has not yet paid down payment, I can write. I can write about experiences, I can write about people, and I can write about my financial journey, about my spiritual journey.

I can write about LIFE.

Learning about critical illnesses, and about life lessons

How do I balance all of these? How do I go up to my event client, my natural market and say, I plan parties, and I also sell investments. How does one combine everything? In the midst of all these, I can honestly say I just stopped. I looked at myself. Why am I here? Why am I doing this? I have always known the answer, and it's my family. It's my son. But the how? it was tricky.

And so I have decided to just finally let go and accept that I cannot do this alone. I tried to do everything, except I realized I cannot do anything. I cannot do anything without God. Someone wise told me to offer everything up to Him. I know He will not give me opportunities that He knows I cannot handle, and then I received 2 messages today. I also met someone who prayed for me so eloquently the day before. Here is one of the messages:

I'm not going to say I suddenly had all the answers. That I suddenly became the best in everything I have been doing. But as it turns out, I don't have to choose. God's promises are abundant. But, I have this attitude. I am given the task to ask questions, to discuss things. "Let's find out together". With God at the helm, just be still. HE can do this for you because it is His promise. Don't doubt it, claim it. Let's start our journey together.

Have faith, all will be well, my friends.

On Father's Day and Being Darth Vader

2015-06-18T09:09:00.000-07:00

Forgive me. This is an old issue. just as I feel that I have been given a chance to be born again. I am going to be dramatic. I am going to be honest. And I am going to be spontaneous. Because as much as I am happy now, I feel like I just came close to being off track.

Father's day always made me excited. Just like mother's day, its a chance to thank our dads and grandfathers for the sacrifices they did for us. I was blessed to be given 2 wonderful grandparents who doted on us. Even more blessed with a dad who made all these sacrifices like driving for us, or waking up early to buy bread. Whenever one of us is in the hospital, he would make sure to be buying literally a lot of food. More than what you can ever eat or your visitors for that matter.

The past father's day were uneventful. Aside from work, I would get greetings sometimes, and then I wouldn't think any of it anymore. This year however, and these past few moments, was different. I was dealing with ghosts of the past. Not just my own, but my son's. Suddenly, the happy-go-lucky kid I used to know was asking me questions. Somehow, my "do you want to play?" questions seem irrelevant. Our 5 minute conversations have now become 2 hour question and answer portions. Questions are more mature. When my eyes go down, he notices. When tears fall, he more than notices, he takes my hand and cries too. As much as I have hoped to spare him from pain, I know that it is now more real to him.

"I am only sad, because I saw you crying, yet again". And I tell him, I didn't cry, it was just that I remembered something. And although he didn't say anything, I can tell I didn't convince him. How many times did he refuse to answer questions in school about families. How many times have I seen him cry with me, for lost father figures. How many times have I seen him change the topic and hop off to another place when hosts in parties ask kids to bring their dads. How could I have missed it when family days he wants to bring his cousins and the whole clan. How summer is not complete with the "whole" family going to the beach or spending family time. How he goes with me in difficult events sleeping and all, just to spend time with me. He uses his energy to think of nice names or nice themes. And always has something nice to say about my weight. haha.

Most of all, I think of him during father's day. He knows he is super blessed to have the closest grandfather ever. I think of him when I add some of his teachers in FB, those whom I know look out for him. I've seen him with my uncles and guy friends, and I've seen how he wants some of them to be here when he gets home. And I feel blessed. I feel blessed for all the fathers and father figures that these generous people have come to be for him.

More so, I am blessed to have a glimpse of how strong a father I can be. I am not a man, but for every time I am able to fix his complicated toys, or even get a parking spot, I am happy. For every time I answer his questions about growing up, I grow a little stronger. For every time he holds my hand and how he is nearly as tall as me, I am proud. For every time we go biking together, I am blessed to spend time with him. For every tuition fee paid, and every doctor's appointment or dental appointment he braved, I am the proudest mom/dad ever. When he cried during his "summer operation", I cried too. One halloween, I told him that I am Darth Vader because I am his father, and he laughed. And though it seems selfish, having all these things just to myself (and my loved ones) makes me feel even more blessed.

Someday, he's going to have to move away and have his own life. I know right now he is looking at MY standards for growing up to be the man he will become. I could only hope I am making the right decisions. I know that for every heartache we have endured, he is becoming stronger. His character is being built. Right now, he may not have a real dad with him. Maybe God is still preparing the best dad for him. Or, I'd like to believe, maybe its because God is grooming HIM to be the best man and would-be-dad someday. When that day comes, this pseudo dad will be extremely happy. (reposted from 2013)

2015: He is taller now!

photo credit: Lara

Behind This Restaurant's Success is a Tita Lydia :)

2014-11-06T10:42:00.000-08:00

The first encounter I ever had with a lechon was when I was around 4 years old. I was fascinated with the apple inside the mouth of the pig. How dare the pig, dead at that eat the apple that was supposed to be my favorite? I resented being made to eat the pig which later on I came to appreciate. The apple was just the icing. It was a staple in every party and because my birthday falls on New Year's Eve, we were sure to have this special dish as well. Not only that, after the party we were sure to have left over paksiw for a few days and it was just as special. Even though not all lechon have apple, it was fun to reminisce how I remember lechon back then. I knew that having lechon meant the celebration was extra special.

Last November 5, we were very honored to be the part of the kick off of the year long celebration in anticipation of the 50th year anniversary of Lydia's Lechon. Held at its flagship branch in Baclaran, we were very lucky to hear about the lifestory of its founder whom we fondly call Tita Lydia. Before she arrived, we heard about the future plans from the social media managers of the company. What I like about the brand is that even at 49 years and a classic brand at that, they have a young team who was willing to dish out new and exciting projects to promote the brand. One of their activities was a painting contest. Painting was probably one of the close activities of Lydia's since in the wall of The resto is a very brilliant painting by the grand daughter of Tita Lydia.
We also got to hear about the famous pig mascot who will soon have his own name. Another promotional activity was gathering stories of people in the restaurant similar to "Humans Of New York". These activities are definitely worth waiting for.

I admit that I didn't expect the owner, the real star of the night to be as young and vibrant as Tita Lydia. I was sure that an institution such as Lydia's had to have a no-nonsense strict and classic leader. I was right about your no nonsense part but conventional she was not. I learned a lot from just the few minutes she was talking. In fact the highlight of the night (yes the dinner) was forgotten with all the stories that she willingly shared. I always go to Divisoria and I meet a lot of vendors, but it was definitely inspiring to find someone rise from humble beginnings to where she is now.

HARD WORK
There was no doubt about it. Tita Lydia knew from the start that her hard work will pay off some day. Even at 7 years old she started selling anything she can get her hands on. Eventually she asked for the help of her dad and learned the ropes about the business. Up to now, she is very hands on and she personally goes to the stores to buy the ingredients herself. She works from 11am onwards, most of the time sleeping for only 3 hours.

Not only was she hard working, she also knew how to say yes to opportunities. Her big break came when someone ordered 300 orders and she had to bring all the people she knew to help out. She found a way to accept orders not related to lechon and turning these unrelated to her favor by subcontracting. From bones of lechon she made mami which she also sold. These ventures paid off well in the end.

DREAMS
One if the memories that she shared was when she enrolled her son to Letran. She told the cashier of the school that she will find a way to pay the tuition even if she was simply as market vendor. Even their television set was bought using a loan. One of the breaks she had was when one if the ninongs of her son Ricky amounted to 500 pesos. She used it for the business and made it grow.

MOTTO
One of the things that I noticed about Tita Lydia is her positive attitude. This was made even more evident when she mentioned that whenever her employee complains that work is hard, she will remind them that nobody dies of hard work. People die of hunger. This makes her staff more willing to work more than ever. She also mentioned the time when her kids used to sleep under her table while she was selling. It was amazing how she said it with much dignity.

ONLY VICE
She never brought it up in her talk so we asked her upfront for her beauty secrets and she gamely told us her secrets. Her youthful, energetic demeanor was matched with her style.More than that, up close you can see her very smooth skin. It was fun to hear how this charming lady uses sun block and cleansers. She also told us about her favorite make up brand and how one should use tissue paper instead of towel for drying the skin. She also shared her clean living lifestyle like staying away from vices like going to the casino or excessive shopping. We attribute her glowing looks also perhaps from just the satisfaction of an honest day's work and a job well done. My mom, Lara and I were fascinated, and would have taken notes :)

Her talk was the evening's highlight. Afterwards, the dinner served was very sumptuous. We started with the chicharon which were also quite filling. I especially enjoyed the paella which was very tasty and delightful. I also liked the warm bulalo soup. We now know why people love Lydia's and flock to their branches.

We were happy to receive such thoughtful giveaways such as the very delicious sauce in bottles, we are also happy to receive gift certificates, yey! :)

Going to this anniversary was very exciting. Its memorable and heartwarming to know that such a well-loved famous brand had its humble beginnings. Because of one lady's hard work and dreams, it grew to be what it is now. Almost 5 years after and with more branches coming, we are definitely waiting in anticipation. And just like the wonderful apple in the mouth of the lechon, this is only the beginning.

Of Life, Love and Loss

2014-08-22T09:13:00.002-07:00

Scoop on Suicide: Deconstructing Depression

Carrie Fischer, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Brooke Shields, Jim Carrey and President Clinton and even Demi Lovato, or Britney Spears. They are examples of celebrities who have been diagnosed with Bipolar or Depression. It doesn't make them any less successful. But they struggle with their illness everyday. But they are not the only ones who have this. Depression is just like any other illness, which is manageable, if detected and properly diagnosed. However, in the Philippines, people treat mental illness as a sickness for the rich. That a pyschiatrist is not a real doctor, and its not really a medical illness in the sense of the word. Worse, talking about it might lead to more suicide. But this couldn't be more wrong. Last Monday, August 18, we were lucky enough to be invited by my colleague in the events industry Nana Nadal. Without knowing when and where I immediately said yes. Like me, the topic is very dear to her. And because of this forum, may many more people come to learn about depression.

We arrived at the venue at around 11AM, and we were greeted by Nana Nadal who was very busy with the logistics. It was a good sign that a lot of people were there early. From the looks of it, the Scoop on Suicide Forum for bloggers was going to be a very important and timely discussion.

Dr. Dinah Nadera, a Psychiatrist and Consultant for Mental Health and Psychosocial Support Office of the World Health Organization Rep for the Philippines was the first speaker. She seemed like your very friendly friend/aunt/family member who happens to be an expert on the topic. She told us that the feeling of depression is when your world stops and you are no longer able to function. Otherwise, its just very deep sadness. I agree with her. For some people however, who have no reason to be sad, depression is really a chemical imbalance, it is something that no amount of positive thinking or talking could help, although there are a lot of cases that may be overcome simply by talking. People should be able to talk about depression without the stigma. There is also such a thing as fatal suicide and non-fatal suicide, which are terms that should be used instead of "commiting" suicide. There are also many features of suicide such as feelings of tiredness, sleep impairment, feeling of hopelessness, difficulty focusing, difficulty making decisions. These features made you think that this is not your typical sadness but something very real and common yet untreated.

Ms. Malyn Cristobal, an Addiction Counselor, and the founder of the Living Free Foundation, gave us a lowdown on the use of substance and depression. As someone who went to college in a place where drinking was a way to celebrate with friends, it was indeed enlightening to know how alcohol was really a depressant, despite the contrary. After all, here in the country, "tagay na" was used just as often as "hello". She mentioned that aside from alcohol, smoking (or nicotine) was also another depressant. No wonder there are a lot of incidents of fights in places where both alcohol and smoking are present. It made me realize how I have to be very vigilant in raising my son to avoid these things.

Ms. Petra Maierhofer was an Occupational Therapist, Solution Focused Brief Therapy in Touch Community Services or ww.in-touch.org. The topic that struck me the most was the checklist for emotional well-being, and this is what she shared:

- Do you care for others?

- Do you like yourself?

- Are you flexible?

- Do you count your blessings?

- Are you in touch with your emotions?

- Do you value experiences rather than possessions?

I realized that these seemed like very simple things but at one time or another, I too have felt that I could not answer yes to all of them. Imagine not having all of the things mentioned above? And imagine feeling them day in and day out?

There are a lot of other important lessons from that day. And the ones that I feel are most important are:

- Learn to ask for help. It doesn't matter who you reach out to, it could be your friend, or a person of authority, as long as you do. Even if they are not experts let them try and help.

- Be mindful of your own feelings, learn to say no too. Someone who was really important to me once told me how can you love others if you don't love yourself? and it's true.

- All it takes is one small step.
- People who cry for help, no matter how unlikely should be taken seriously.
- Depression is something you don't wish on your worst enemy. Help your loved one no matter what.
- No man is an island.
- Sometimes, a person can be helped through cognitive therapy. At times, he or she needs meds, and the right combination can really spell the difference.

- One bad day doesn't make it a bad life. Or even one small incident doesn't make it a bad day.

- It happens to the best of us.

- Be thankful.

- Enjoy the little things.

- You are loved.
- Hugs help
- When you love someone, you give them the space to figure things out, each form of depression is personal. When the time comes when they are ready, then just willingly accept them as they are. Flaws and all.
-Sometimes "how can I help?" is enough.
- You are enough.

We all need to be loved and appreciated. Sometimes, we have all these things, yet we are still unhappy somehow. I once read about a group "my cancer, my blessing" and at the height of any illness, may we see the blessing that is behind each depression too. May we see the beauty behind our imperfections. With every tear, may we appreciate the happiness that comes after. With every loss of confidence, may we realize the strength we never knew we had. And with every heartache, may we realize the bigger capacity we have to love.

taken at tne Quezon City Circle near the venue, and we literally squealed with delight :)

Please contact: the following:

0917-3227807, www.livingfreefoundationph.com

Crisis Line: 893-7603/893-7606

0917-8001123/506-7314

0922-8938944/346-8776

My Niece Toni's Pink Pirate Party, Ya'r

2014-08-18T08:11:00.001-07:00

Just wanted to show you pics of my niece Toni's Pink Pirate Party. Like my sister's other parties, this was a labor of love. I was the event planner in the family, but I can tell that my IT professional sister also has the inclinations (and yes time management skills) to pull this off despite her full time job. We ordered the cake from my partner Maan. Her chocolate cake is simply delightful. Some cakes look good, some taste great, hers is a combination of looks and taste, definitely.

We wanted to set up a snack buffet instead of the usual candy buffet, because the venue already had a candy buffet and we felt that the snacks here were more filling. My mom got the jars from Uniwide and we decorated it with the Pink Pirate logo.

My niece really enjoys loomband making and what better way to celebrate her birthday by letting her enjoy her favorite activities with friends. Due to limited time, we stuck with the fishtail and inverted fishtail during the party. But we were definitely sure that the guests continued to do more designs at home with their bigger looms.

My niece Ayla and son TJ. Sigh, they grow up so fast. They still enjoyed the party though.

The table centerpieces from our supplier Prints and Tokens. She was very enthusiastic (and kulit) but otherwise very good. :)

Tiny chests for the candy gifts. We are sure that the gold coins and candies were such hits.

It's been a special tradition to showcase the celebrant's milestones through a memorabilia wall that my sis insists on calling "SEUM" after the name of her kid. So for this party, it was TONISEUM. Pretty creative huh? This wall includes the dresses worn during the baptism, the first birthday, the first onesie, and even the first newspaper article wherein my niece was featured along with my sis. This section also features the photo album painstakingly prepared by my sis. It also includes the various medals from school and other extra curricular activities.

Definitely, it was a fun, memorable party celebrated with good friends and family. Definitely one worth remembering. 'Til our next party!:)

Urban Farm: A Great Find

2014-02-21T08:34:00.000-08:00

The most attractive thing that greeted us in the storefront is the set of white fence. I really love white fences gives establishments a homey feel.

I have been intrigued by the place ever since it opened, ever since I became more health conscious. Upon entering the shop, we saw more cute display items.

We ordered a few things and decided to share. Good thing we did because the servings were big! The potato balls were really divine, crunchy on the outside and really deliciously gooey.

The salad was so sumptious. With the calamari, sauce, cherry tomatoes, grapes, alfalfa (without Darla)

and other greens it was really one of the best salads I've ever had. It was good value for money. 3 people can actually share it!

From the ambiance, to the service to the food and the prices, this restaurant is a real find! And the good news is since they are still in their soft opening there is a 10% discount.

The only minor thing (not a flaw really), I saw that was the bamboo faucet that opens through a mechanism on the floor. I had a hard time finding out how to open it. Of course, the staff was quite helpful. I wasnt able to take pics of the faucet

because I was embarassed. Haha! Maybe a simple sign would do especially on a busy day.

All in all, the restaurant was really a great respite from all the fast food. There are several items I still want to try. And I plan to go back, over and over.

The Urban Farm is located in President's Avenue, BF Homes, Paranaque

Happy New Memories in Chez Karine :)

2014-02-10T06:59:00.000-08:00

It was the Chinese New Year, I was on a diet, and had tons of deadlines, but when my friend asked me to come with her to Chez Karine’s newest branch in Megamall, I immediately said yes. I remember the first time we went, and a few times after in their Serendra branch, and just the thought of tasting those goodies sent me happy vibes.

At around 11AM, my friend and I arrived in Megamall. It was my first visit to Megamall in such a long time, and also my first time in the Fashion Wing. Just as we arrived, there was an ongoing fashion show, and they had a wonderful buffet set up. Of course, we didn’t crash the event but went straight to our little part of heaven.

The interiors of this branch was really very nice, warm. I especially like the artwork on the wall, and found the yoyo macaron irresistible. We tried 4 different desserts. It was a good thing that we shared those desserts, but nevertheless, I would have finished it even if I was alone.

All of the desserts were light, tasty, and it did not use sweetness just to make sure it tastes well. It really did!I have been told that the 2 best ones were the Cotton Soft cheese cake and the Hokkaido cupcake, so I deliberately tried the first 2 other desserts. The Neopolitan cake, a mix- raspberry mousse, vanilla and chocolate bavarois with soft chocolate biscuit and almond joconde was very delightful, same goes with my almost namesake Mango Caramella, with its layers of fresh mango mousse, mango jelly, caramel mousse and chocolate sponge cake. Lady finger and cashew
I was really excited to try the Cotton Soft cheesecake, after all I was used to the cream with graham crust. I already love it, so the even better version is probably heavenly. And our friend Aya was right! It tasted so great! For a minute I thought of asking for another slice, and we even had to negotiate our “hating kapatid”

My neighbor, blog godmother hehe (and kahating kapatid)

My hands down favourite was the Hokkaido Cupcake, just the right amount of creaminess, foamy, light. It’s the type you know that its worth coming back for. Oh and to save the best for last are the different macaron with ice cream. The chocolate and salted caramel flavors were absolutely indescribable. I can't wait to try more...

I missed the horlicks drink that they had, but probably some flavours were only available in the other branch. Nevertheless, everything here was perfect!

One thing worth mentioning is the high tech water dispenser/machine. My friend Lara says that the water was delicious, I didn’t really taste the difference but having this machine sure beats carrying heavy water bottles .

The experience as usual was very fun. I mentioned during my second visit to their other branch that it was time to make new memories. Now, I can truly say, its not just memories, but a happy life experience to visit Chez Karine!

Chez Karine is located at the new wing of SM Megamall and at Serendra Like their page for updates

A Letter to my 36 year old self (written on the last day as a 35).

2014-01-10T05:37:00.002-08:00

A letter to my 36 year old self, written by my 35 and 364^th day self.

1.) Your birthday falls on the 31^st day of the year. It is the expiration of your driver’s license, good thing you renewed last October. Be very aware of expiration dates, as your birthday falls on a holiday BE THANKFUL! Less budget needed for parties as the whole world is partying with you.

2.) You may still lament about the loss of friendships, but think of it this way, you can choose not to care and make space for new people in your life. More so, Peer pressure is something you don’t have to conform to.

3.) Trying to save money may actually cost you more money. Having trouble with your multiple parties? Then hire more people to do the things you struggle with. The extra peso is worth the pain in your body now.

4.) Remember your bad hair days, and be thankful that you still have a lot of hair. In the meantime, you will be grateful for products that work and be sure to thank them over social media. Your similarly aged friends will appreciate it. Also, remember how you used to hate being mistaken for an applicant when you are a manager already, or being refused on casinos and movie houses? So now you are flattered right?

6.) Try new things, splurge a little on experiences like vacations and dining experiences. They cannot be replaced. You can always make more money but you can’t always make experiences.

7.) Your past relationships make you who you are now. Be thankful for each and every one of them who chose to love you at that particular time. I am pretty sure they think about you every now and then and it helps to share the good vibes.

8.) Forgive. Remember, the words uttered to you, is a reflection of themselves rather than of you. You don’t have to be friends with them to forgive them, but it makes you feel better.

9.) Forgive yourself. For past decisions, for past words uttered. Remember, your greatest mistake can be your greatest blessing.

10.) TJ is growing up, grow up with him. Savor each moment. You don’t actually mean you want him to go back to diapers right? In the end, raising him well is the best reward you can ever get. The best talking moments you have with him are actually right now when he is a small adult. You get the best of both worlds in this point, when he is actually with you, yet makes his own decisions now.

11.) Remember to choose your battles carefully. You can never take back being mean to others.

12.) Doing a bike marathon is different from trying to take on as much work. Learn to delegate, learn to say no.

13.) Family is everything.

14.) Don’t forget sunscreen.

15.) Repair, re-use, organize. Pinterest is the bomb, use the ideas you found.

16.) Write as often as you can. The only award you ever got was for writing (and being a best employee writer) so make it worthwhile, it only has to be good for yourself.

17.) Don’t be afraid of techie stuff.

18.) Love is an open door. Applicable on 2015 J

Red China: Well Worth The Trip

2013-09-18T08:15:00.001-07:00

With this unpredictable weather, few things would make me consider going all the way to travel to Quezon City. Armed with my big bag of camera, notebook and paper, I was glad I had a big serving of what I really needed to go to Red China, my appetite.

Day one of diet was forgotten as soon as the soup was served. It had a unique, unforgettable taste. It was really not the usual Chinese soup that I have come to expect. Before the scallop soup, worth mentioning is a tasty snack which was really the usual Chinese treat, just like the ones served in fastfood type of Chinese restaurants.

After getting some, we had a taste of what I know will be my reason to go back to Red China, aside from the other dishes. The Bacon Wrapped shrimp.

Sumptuous. Not to be outdone, the Shrimp Paste Chicken Wings dish was very tasty.

We were told that Red China was a creation of foreign chefs. It was a combination of the well-known Chinese comfort food from other countries. It was a bit different from the usual Chinese dishes we normally have. But then again, that is what makes it all the more special. We were told that no two sauce were ever the same and it really shows.

Another interesting trivia that we learned was that Red China had smaller, more affordable servings of Super Bowl. All the staff were new, and were trained considering that the restaurant just opened a few days before.

The Roast Pork Belly, Mala Roast Chicken all had distinct flavors that it was really good to alternate each with the fried rice.

The Salted fish fried rice was served quite towards the end, and it was really good to the last bite. The Salted Egg shrimps were really different. I thought at the start it was cheese powder but I was told it was made of powdered egg yolk. It really had a unique taste and because I couldn't quite get what the taste was, I had several servings. I appreciated the dish all the more when I took it home afterwards.

Shrimp Paste Chicken Wings

Salted Egg Shrimps

Wow

We were also given a chance to try the noodles which was really super heavy but tasted really yummy.

Noodles

Diced Chicken with Salted Fish Fried Rice

I also liked the other soup which had the sweetness of a soft apple of course because it had apple in it.

The whole meal was capped off with a dessert, egg tart. It was a perfect ending to a very nice meal. If only for this egg tart, this whole trip was really worth it!

All in all, I can say that everything in Red China was well worth the travel from the South to Quezon City. I have always been a Chinese food fan. Now I can say I truly am.

Happiness vs. "Luckyness"

2013-07-14T23:32:00.001-07:00

I always see tons of people lining up in lotto. Before lotto, sweepstakes. I'm sure in the early times, even not being eaten by animals was some sort of luck :) Before I used to aspire to be lucky too. Long before people started calling me Jinks or Jinx as a shortcut to my nickname (as opposed to Jean Carmelle or even Jean Carmello as my old teacher called me) I thought I would create a blog that would contradict the sound of my name, and the opposite quality/characteristic which I long for. And so, Lucky Jinks was born. Incidentally, Vilma Santos (who is a dead ringer for my singer mom or looks like her when she sings) also named her son Lucky and to which he is now the talented host that he is, is quite a good coincidence.

Yes, we all aspire to be lucky at some point in our lives. The luckiest thing that ever happened to me in terms of raffles was winning a cassette recorder at the onset of CD players. I also won a 30 minute free internet use in college. Back then, I could only email so 30 minutes was quite long. I was also lucky in terms of not getting along with former office bosses to find out what my true calling us. Most of all, I am a very lucky mom to a bright, love of my life.

That being said, I've had my share of not so lucky moments. Workwise, lovewise. I made certain decisions which mad me think that what I am today is a result of those. So I have no regrets.

But the thing is, I think that I do not aspire to be lucky anymore. Maybe at some point, I would like to think that people who get to know me are the lucky ones hehehehe. That watching "The Lucky One" will not make me cringe with regret or jealousy. Or eating "Lucky Me" noodles will not be a staple because its bad for me. Maybe in some way, I do not wish to win the lotto anymore. I already have that with my life, with my circle of friends.

I think in some way, I am now HAPPY and that in itself is better than any form of LUCKY. Of course I still believe in my heart that my luck will always be in my own hands. That my life is now as lucky as it could get and I am truly happy.

2012-06-04T23:10:00.001-07:00

I should be so LUCKY, LUCKY, LUCKY,LUCKY, this was an 80's song that was irritating but last song syndrome quality to it. When I first wrote this blog, I was claiming the LUCK part. I was really called JINX (or Jinks) as a short cut to Jinkee and although I was lucky in most ways, I've had my share of woes. I still felt the Jinx part still had more bearing to me. Lately though, after having been through something bad, after going through a lot of doubts, I feel like I just hit the jackpot. I feel like getting my groove back was what was meant to happen. And although there are still a lot of things I am hoping for, I know that I will never feel as LUCKY as I do now. I am very very thankful. :)

Forgiveness

2012-04-09T05:04:00.000-07:00

We always hear about forgiveness and redemption, especially durin g Holy Week. But I rarely gave it much thought untilI've had to apply it in my life. A few months ago someone did a very unthinkable and awful thing, something I thought would never or at least not likely to happen. I thought the past things I went through were already enough, and I have a quota of hardships. But it did happen. And I was forced to re-think everything I thought to be true. From self worth to ideals. But I think the important thing to remember is YOU are the most important thing in your own life. No amount of wishful thinking would make a person change. Also, being a trusting person doesn't mean you would have a trustworthy person in your life. People are who they are, and no amount of being very patient and encouraging will help a person who is comfortable in who he is. One thing for sure, forgiveness is a form of releasing the negative things that drag you down. Forgiving means being the bigger person. Forgiving means condemning the act, but not the person. Things will never be the same between two people, but you can choose to have closure. Moreso, forgiveness means being able to forgive YOURSELF too.

Favorite Shirt

2011-09-08T09:34:00.000-07:00

I used to have a favorite shirt. It was way too big for me, color gray, with a drawing of a cartoon animal. It was given to me by someone very dear to me. When I was in college, hip hop shirts were in, so I was able to wear it quite a few times. Mostly however, it served as a sleep shirt. A comfortable sleep shirt that comforted me back when cellphones did not exist, and I wished that the person I loved would be by my side while I sleep.

I haven't thought of this shirt in years. Later on, it surfaced back as my brother wore it mistakenly. I took it back from him, but I didn't wear it again. Truth is, looking back, this shirt just went unnoticed at my closet even if I have given away everything else is because the sentimental nut that I am, it just didn't seem right.

Giving it away meant I was giving the happy, hopeful, nothing can go wrong sense that I had before. It meant giving away the teenage dreams of a lovely ending. It meant I was letting go of the perfect moments I had with this person. But I think the main reason why I held on to it so long was because I knew deep inside that there will always be a small space for "I wonder". A small part of me that thought that maybe the shirt will fit perfectly after all. Maybe the person who gave it to me will come back. Maybe he'll tell me that everything will be alright, and that I can go back to my hopeful teen (and naive) self again.

No matter how many dresses and attires you have, you'll always have that comfortable favorite shirt to look back on. You're wearing it on most pictures along with your smile. You imagine it having it forever. And you could.

For he did come back. Not the same person as my first love, not even as a close friend, but as a person you know you'll always have. To clarify this...a person you'll have in memories. A person you'll always wish the best for

And so the shirt, like the creases that it has will be smooth again. The cabinet smell will be like new and crisp again.

Now, I have hundreds of NEW memories. The violet "Barney" dress that I was wearing when someone new came along on our first meeting, the white shorts that fit well sometimes, sometimes not depending on where I am on the weighing scale. And the unfortunate blue dress. And hundreds more we buy in bazaars and sales and "UK" and everywhere else. The truth is, having this gray shirt fit would be wrong well because it is too big for me. hehe. (The truth is, the gray shirt introduced me to the violet dress but that's another story).

The gray shirt that gave me memories and tears is still there, at the back of the cabinet, but it is no longer mine to keep.. I am giving it away. Maybe it will create new wonderful memories. Maybe like me, it will fit someone else perfectly and be happy again. I think it is and I'm glad.

Over a Cup of Noodles I Shared with my Dear Cousin

2011-08-09T14:45:00.000-07:00

"I miss Tito Warren"

My son TJ, though I normally don't allow him to have instant cup of noodles always reminds me of an important person in his growing years whenever he gets a chance to eat these instant noodles. "I miss Tito Warren, he always makes me noodles." TJ's young mind has associated these noodles with the care and attention he got from his uncle, who lived with us for about 3 years before he got married.

From the office, Warren would usually walk home from the corner. Drenched in sweat, precocious TJ would enter his designated room to play with him, and he'd usually make noodles before their "kulitan" sessions. These sessions would end with me entering to make sure nobody gets hurt.As I write this, my son is getting ready for school. Again, I am reminded of the times when I was sharing one bathroom with my cousin, and he's so fast in taking a bath first. Amidst the wet floors I tell myself, this is nothing compared to the joy we had while he was with us.

He was extremely religious and made it a point to bow down to the altar every time he passes it in the hallway. He always wants to go to Simbang Gabi but always winds up asleep when he's with us or not being able to wake up in time before. He put a lot of gel in his hair and we even end up sharing "beauty secrets" to clearer skin.

Ate Jinkee will always be a term reserved for my cousins, and he was the one who used it most often living here. When I was still single and in need of a date, he was there to be my tall handsome date (yeah good genes) And he'll always have stories to tell about his friends, his girl friend, his parents and his work. He loved to do overtime and was quite good at saving. He was one of my son's earliest male father figures, and although I don't usually say it out loud, I miss him a lot. I miss our cup of noodles together.

My previous association with noodles was way back in college, when I had it whenever I was on a diet or too tired to go out or perhaps trying to save money. For someone who didn't know how to cook, there was instant comfort in these noodles. Nowadays, these instant noodles serve as a reminder for me that indeed, some things in life do dissolve in an instant. That not all good comfort food are those that are homecooked, or served with a lot of ingredients.

Boiling water should be allowed to cool in a same way that one should take precaution in their actions lest they burn or suffer the consequences.

The bits of meat remind me that sometimes you do have to look for those small doses of good news in everything you have.

The ribs in the cup allow me not to touch anything that I am not ready for. The container protects me just as they protect the noodles from spilling all over.

The line inside the cup lets me know just how much water to put and in real life, reminds me of certain limitations.

The different flavors allow me a variety of choices that yes, even with a limited budget I can have bulalo or yakisoba or beef flavor in a bowl.

The different sizes? Well it goes to show that my appetite may be for merienda or for dinner but there is something for me just the same, I just have to adjust. Like in real life, you get what you need...

The brand that gave skyflakes remind me that some people just go well together. Even the unlikely ones.

These noodles serve as comfort food for the sick be it from headache or flu.The rich noodles that run I can bite even if I have a toothache remind me that life is painful but you have to move on.

These noodles remind me of the good times and of the instant memories one can have with just eating them.

So now as I write this, I am eating a good cup of noodles, the hot and spicy Korean kind. Except that the instant tears in my eyes have nothing to do with the flavor of what I'm eating.

(pic taken from the internet)

Flower "Origami"

2011-08-07T06:12:00.000-07:00

I can't stress well enough how blessed I am to be doing something I love. And earn a living from it. That being said, ideas don't just come easily. True, there is the internet, and books. But you still have to go through a lot of pages to see which crafts are doable, which ones will fit your target market, which materials, just like re-inventing a recipe will work.

With the opening of the office and busy sked, I asked one of our regular team mates Golda to look up a flower origami for our event arts and crafts. And because one involved blowing on paper, and the other quite hard, we opted to do a bouquet of these easy to make flower origami. Of course it involved 5 square papers. But the results were amazing. I might just do this on weddings :)

I will not share the how to of this paper flower but instead show you pictures. :) Oh and it involves paste so technically its not really origami. But like I mentioned, the results turned out great :)

You can use any gift wrapping or scrapbook paper or even magazine pages. Making it an environment friendly craft too :)

See for yourself!

Other flower paper crafts

Choosing Positivity

2011-07-17T08:39:00.000-07:00

I like teeny bopper movies. I like movies with happy endings more than gory ones. :) And horror movies? only when the heroes don't die. I plan celebrations for a living. And for the life of me, cannot paint seriously with muted or dark colors. I watch cartoons or read after watching the news. I reach for the lifestyle pages more than the headlines. I chose a happy go lucky guy who reminds me of a big brown (sorry) teddy bear. And yeah, my guilty pleasures are Camp Rock and Taylor Swift.

Maybe its because I believe we already have a dark enough place to live in. Maybe because early in life, I faced challenges which surprisingly although made me a better person, it was no walk in the park. Maybe I would like to live in the world where we don't actually sing in the ending, but the villains don't get away with it.

Maybe I would like to see street children just literally that, children who play on the street, and not beg or worse sell themselves. Where politicians really try to help out...Where Kris Aquino isn't a celebrity, or Melay was still a teacher and didn't have the worst movie in the world. Where all doctors are caring human beings who are compassionate. And yeah maybe even unicorns exist. :)

And because this is an alternate ideal universe, I can only take a breather from these things by what I do on my spare time. Help out in little ways, try not to have (too many) enemies, and forgive. Yes, forgive the people around you. :)

I am an extremely lucky person. Inspite of everything, I am still living, and I still have choices. And I choose positivity.

Pursuit of Creativity

2011-06-30T07:36:00.000-07:00

One of the most useful (and used) advices is to follow your heart. I am very thankful to be in a job that doesn't feel like a job at all. I'm glad to be part of an industry that allows me to continuously think of new themes and offerings. Most of all, I'm glad to be part of a team that supports me...

The thing is, when I was a kid, I changed my job options often. From nurse to teacher or newscaster, I wanted it all. Back then, being in advertising was not yet a solid job option. Or I thought being a copywriter was just like any other writer :) Back then, job offers consist of all kinds. From being a marketing person, to being an admin assistant, to being a research and conference assistant. Some from big companies, some from upcoming. I was glad to be part of a great team and though it was short lived, I learned a lot from my first job. The job wherein my boss told me that I was not for a structured environment. I guess its true.

Right now, I am in an industry where routinary and conformity are no-nos. I am thankful to have been given a lot of art books by my supportive mom. I am thankful indeed for the internet that allows me to bounce of my ideas. I'm thankful to be in a business where my need for being free and independent is welcome. Where creative intuition is needed.

Spa themed crafts? Star wars theme? Activities related to winter? Name it and we can have it. It's a never ending process and I love it.

I'm here now, and I'm going to make the most of it. I'm glad to be here. Hope to collaborate with you in my pursuit.

My Choice

2011-05-23T17:19:00.000-07:00

The RH Bill is probably the most controversial bill of all times. Being a catholic country, perhaps we are bound to follow what the bishops and priests teach us. On the other hand, having millions and millions of people in poverty isn't something we as catholics should turn our back on.

Years ago, I was faced with the challenge of being a single mother. I was 22, and I was taking up my masters. True, I had already graduated from college, but I was still too young considering life in your 20's should be that of working and unwinding and going out. The pressures of working should be the pressure one had to endure and not the pressure of feeding and raising someone else. Traveling with your own money was probably a leisure one should avail of while single and earning.

Truth be told, the moment I found out about my pregnancy, I did not panic although I knew that I was going to be alone (more or less). I knew that I had to tell my parents eventually but for the meantime, the first 6 months to be exact, I hid it from them and save for a few friends, I kept it to myself. Going on check ups alone, making sure I took care of myself. After all, who else would take care of my boy?

Another truth be told, I was pressured not to push through. Perhaps if the RH bill was already in place, I would still choose to have my child, alone or not. At the height of the extreme pressure of it all, I was quite happy that I was able to survive with my dignity intact.

And although now I am still burdened with the guilt of raising a very inquisitive and sensitive boy/man, I believe my choice was still the best for me at the time.

But you see, herein lies the difference between me and the other "teenage single mother". I for one, although I was at odds with my family at the time never had the doubt that they would eventually forgive me for my carelessness and my being hardheaded. I knew for a fact that eventually, I would find work to support my son, never mind if I had to give up some luxuries. Being a single mother (or any other mother) meant giving up certain things like going out at night or nice haircuts or sleep but in the end it was all worth it.

On the other hand, there are thousands out there, mothers below the poverty line who have to resort to giving their children away or abortion, or worse, giving birth in public comfort rooms and leaving the child in trash cans. These are the worst case scenarios. I challenge any bishop to say that withdrawal and natural planning is enough.

We Filipinos are said to be resilient people. We laugh at the face of tragedies and defeat. We are happy for Manny Pacquiao and other Filipinos who do good in other countries. But we refuse to patronize our own products. I am proud to be pinoy for a lot of reasons, but I am also aware that most of us, if not all lack discipline. We lack the willpower. We are courageous and we are "creative/madiskarte" but we are responsible in other ways. But we are like kids so to speak who need to be disciplined and set with rules in order to progress.

Dear Bishop, it is not for the millions of Filipinos who are below poverty line that the RH bill is for. It is for the unborn babies and the scared mothers and the not so good fathers who will never know what the mothers gave up. It is for the street children and the children in orphanages and the 12 kids who share one cup of noodles or worse never eat at all. It is for the children who knock on your windows to sell sampaguita, or rags or a piece of their soul. We cringe at the thought of these children whose parents are probably working as well or just expect their kids to do it for them. We shudder when we see them side by side sleeping on streets, or probably are just so used to them that we no longer give it a second thought to give P1 or P5 or our leftovers. But enough is enough.

We need a big steady hand to make sure that each and every child is born to a pair (or one) loving parents. We need a bill that would help each woman decide that I am a mother and I will do my best to take care of my child. This bill will not promote promiscuity any more than encouraging someone to go to a war with very little weapons. This is a war against oppression of rights. That of the mother, that of the child, and that of a society whose sheer number will result to a lack of resources.

Times like these call for a stricter bill that should be enforced properly. Perhaps in due time, once we have reaped the benefits of having choices will we be more discerning.

Mr. Bishop, unless you have the resources to feed all of us, give us shelter and clothing. I suggest you stick to teaching us the way to care for our children when they are no longer hungry or running around the streets half naked. I have the highest respect for life. I have the highest respect for people who struggle everyday to make ends meet. However, my same respect for life binds me to respect quality of life. Contraceptives stop contraception as the name says. Please, it is not the time to be extremely scientific about it. The fact that you are using one means you do not wish to be pregnant. Couples should have a choice about spacing their children. After all, these are not just for teenagers.

Ten years ago, the 22 year old me had a choice. I chose to raise a son. These days, I wish for every woman to have a choice too. I choose LIFE, a better life.

Everyday Runway Models

2011-05-05T19:08:00.000-07:00

Let's face it, not all of us can become runway models. With the stringent weight and height requirements, its refreshing to note that there are boutiques with fresh, new items that offer you options apart from the run of the mill boutiques you see in tiangges and bazaars all over.

Owned by my batchmate and friend Cecile Velasco, one of Runway's boutiques is located in Pergola mall near the ice cream place we frequent. It was my mom who discovered the place while going around the mall when the rest of my nieces and son were eating ice cream in our favorite place. She got one of the blouses, afterwhich she asked me to come back for the 2nd one since she really liked the first blouse she got. She was quite happy with her floral blouses because number 1, they fit her well, which was a good sign, and second, they were fashionable, and for my fashion conscious but (a bit on the plus sized) mom, this was great. Of course, I went for the bag which was on sale. A pale pink one which seemed to be able to fit all my everyday baggage. I particularly liked the round designs that hung on the side as part of the charm bracelet. When I came back, I got 2 more dresses after my mom got her 2nd blouse. All in all, they were great finds. After all, my shopping trips to ruins usually consists of just DVDs or eating and drinking in the food stall (of course when I'm with Bobby). Ruins is the place to be when greenhills or divi is too far. = )

Upon first entering Runway, I was really impressed with the nice interiors which were black and white. My old nail place used to be there and although it will be missed, Runway seems to be a great replacement. I know I will definitely come back and have other great Runway model finds. After all, James the shop attendant has me on his preferred guest list.

Happy modelling! = )

Dear TJ

2011-05-02T01:44:00.000-07:00

Dear TJ.

You must know this about me. Ever since I was a teenager...I've always wanted to have a baby. Don't get me wrong, I respect the sanctity of marriage and I have a deep respect for people who worked it out with their childhood sweethearts or just anybody they met, their "soulmates" so to speak. BUT, at a young age, one thing that I know I was sure of. I really wanted to have somebody in the world who I love completely and would love me back completely. Fast forward to 2001. I was a happy-go-lucky 22 year old helping out with our furniture business and enrolled in one of the most prestigious business schools in the country. I was having the time of my life, having graduated (with sort of flying colors) and at the top of my "career" so to speak, being the youngest among seasoned entrepreneurs. I was the most watched student among my peers of CEOs, creative directors, and COOs like me. But most had experiences that I could only imagine. Like my professor said, I was still too young at that time to be in that business school.

On the side, I had a boyfriend (your dad) whom I felt like me was an "artist". A musician, graphic artist and photographer. I guess like most girls, being with one made me feel like a very important and loved person. We had a lot of plans to put up our own ad agency and all. = ) Like a fairy tale, he made songs for me. I wasn't sure about many things, but I thought maybe he was the one.

BRAVE. Or maybe just plain stupid. This was how I imagine I was, if I were to describe myself. Telling only a few close friends, I hid my condition to our own family. Planning where I go should the inevitable happen. The person who was supposed to "rock" my world left me to fend for my own. And his friends? They disappeared. (Except for a few, his ninang who once gave me money for check up) One even had the nerve to call me incessantly to offer his hand in marriage. Ah marriage, this was something offered to me twice (contrary to belief that all single moms were shunned) in exchange for going behind our parents back, going to the province and having the "problem" removed. So instead of him rocking my world, he shattered his, and in return, I never talked to him again for the duration of my pregnancy.

The thing was, the bravery that I showed sort of became a norm when I was pregnant. My pre-pregnant self couldn't even get water in the dark in our house. The thought that I was never going to be alone again comforted me. The thought that there was something, even greater than my own life growing inside of me, and that never again should I question if there was a God who can create something so beautiful and someone you know you love with everything you've got even if you never met that person yet.

Fast forward to 10 years. I am now a mother to you--- a bright, inquisitive boy/young man who has a lot of ideas and creativity brewing in his young mind. From being a super precocious toddler you're now a deep person who asks me questions that I never knew you could think of--on topics which I thought 10 year olds could not comprehend yet nor take interest in. Name a computer game and you'll be very good in it. Name a sport or toy and you'll be interested in it, enough to beat me (well I was never sporty haha) You've shown business sense at a very early age. In short, you're a bit like me but only a BETTER version. A much better version.

One thing you mention is how embarrassed you are talk about you, or your antics. But perhaps, in this case you'll make an exception. It is my blog anyway, and years from now, I want to be able to tell you how I feel.

One of the regrets I have is you not having a dad all the time to teach you the guitar or how to pitch a tent or join you in your father-son camping trip. How I got teary eyed when someone told me precisely why you should never be boy scout because of that camping trip or that mistakenly calling you bastard without knowing its meaning (technically you are a love child but that's another story). How I wish I can tell you that given the chance, I would have fought for you and for our family. But what we have now is something more special, and that I know you will be a better, stronger person because of it. I know that more than us, someone else is suffering the big loss from not knowing the real you and not being able to spend time with you. He'll have the rest of his life filled with regret for missing out on your childhood years.

Thank you so much for understanding your "kulit" mom who will probably try to be cool and end up embarrassing you. (Hey I am sometimes cool according to you) For understanding that although I am not able to give you all the material things in the world, I am able to give you your needs and wants right now. The rest, you will have to work hard for, and I know you will. You promised me that you will not be a criminal (haha) and I am thankful for that, but most of all, you did tell me that you will buy a house in tahanan village so you will always be near me. You also promised to drive for me someday with your red ferrari to where ever I want to go. Right now, you are very sharp and its evident in how you talk to my colleagues but I know that you are very sweet and loving when its just us. = )

My friend asked you if you love your dad, and you have difficulty answering, knowing your answer might hurt me, but I just want you to know that I could never ever hate the person who gave you to me. I may not like him all the time but I can never hate him. He gave me YOU and that is the greatest gift in the world ever. I might not have a high profile career but I am doing something I really love and I am able to support you. I might not have my prestigious masters degree but I have so much more to be proud of. I might still be clueless on a lot of things, but one thing's for sure---I am a better person because of you. I will fail on many more challenges, but I know I will always be somebody in your eyes and that is enough for me.

I can't tell you more often how much I'm glad you came to my life. How much you matter to me and how much knowing you has changed me. Thank you for telling me you love me everyday, and if there'll be a time when you won't I know its only a stage and you won't mean it. One thing for sure, I love you and you have made me so much happier. TJ.

Love, your not-so-beautful-only-cute (according to you) Mom.
= )

Visit to Pangasinan and Tarlac: How I Had the Chance to be ANGRY HONEY for a day

2011-04-18T19:17:00.000-07:00

Once in a while the urge to go out of town hits you and you just have to go and do it. One fine Sunday when I assigned an event to another person, my mom, dad and TJ decided to go to Our Lady of Manaoag and in Gerona, Tarlac. First stop was for the car to be blessed and the second stop, well for reasons not to be disclosed except that it was an urgent suggestion from a feng shui master which I had the chance of working with a few months earlier. So off we went at 5am, with TJ still in his pajamas. At around 9am, we had breakfast somewhere near Pangasinan in one of the Jollibee stores nearby. TJ was still sleeping so we just ordered chicken joy for him. The usual. At around 10am, we arrived in Our Lady of Manaoag. There were a lot of devotees and tourists, and it made me wonder if it was really that crowded, or it was one of those times wherein people just had to pray...

Nevertheless, we made our way inside the church where mass was being held.

After the mass, we had the chance to look around the church, wherein there were a lot of people lining up to light candles and pray. Of course, there were kids playing with the candles all around. This time, I didn't play with the candles as I usually do with TJ during Nov1.

Note that the boy in the pic isn't TJ, I was just testing my zoom lens = )

After the mass we went to Gerona, Tarlac at the Isdaan restaurant where the 2nd part of our "mission" was to take place. This was our second time to try the Isdaan restaurant, and as usual, there were so many people waiting in line. It could be the structures they had for picture taking, or it could just be the Filipino food they serve there and the singing waiters

The food was served promptly and as usual, it was good for more than 4 people. We had fish, (of course), liempo, soup which wasn't that familiar but tasted quite good. TJ and I then had a look around the place with my dad. I took on the role of official photographer. I kind of missed using my canon "looks like a small SLR but is actually just a point and shoot cam".

This wouldn't be complete without the fish feeding.

Later on, we went off to do what we came here for. The "tacsiyapo". Here, you get the unique privilege of throwing plates for fun or to release some of that frustrated anger bottled up. Quite a healthy way to release tension and probably avoid heart attack For a certain fee, you can choose to throw a television set, or cups, or plates (just like Angry Honey). It was fun but certainly not for kids.

Really funny statue.

We capped the visit with a goat ride by TJ. hehe. = )

It was a great fun day spent with the family minus cousins and siblings. We should do this again sometime.

Coffee LOVE

2010-07-29T23:10:00.000-07:00

I've always been amazed with how coffee art is done. You're not allowed to make mistakes, otherwise you repeat the whole thing. I've always loved edible art and this one is definitely on the top of my list. I bet it tastes great too.

But I guess the best kind of coffee is the one my dad makes for my mom everyday. You can't beat coffee brewn out of love. = )

Picture is not mine! Taken from the internet = )