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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUHQXsyfCp7ImA9WhRUF0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6863755075040794682</id><updated>2012-01-28T05:27:10.594-08:00</updated><category term="motherhood" /><category term="baby food" /><category term="moments" /><category term="illness" /><category term="lootwagon" /><category term="magazine" /><category term="bloggers events" /><category term="new look" /><category term="quirks" /><category term="gadgets" /><category term="books" /><category term="stuff" /><category term="gift" /><category term="lootbag" /><category term="events" /><category term="ramblings" /><category term="valentines" /><category term="Sendong" /><category term="hair" /><category term="baby sling" /><category term="trends" /><category term="home" /><category term="test" /><category term="doomsday" /><category term="summer" /><category term="fun ranch" /><category term="travel" /><category term="tragedy" /><category term="whatever" /><category term="tiendesitas" /><category term="tips" /><category term="insect repellants" /><category term="family" /><category term="video" /><category term="woes" /><category term="work" /><category term="weddings" /><category term="rice" /><category term="birth story" /><category term="humor" /><category term="voting" /><category term="contest" /><category term="facebook" /><category term="halloween" /><category term="party planning" /><category term="camera" /><category term="haul" /><category term="moments ; 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And I think it's right about time that I train her how to use the potty. Ang mahal ng diapers. Ayoko na! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Before she would tell us that she pooped, only right after she already did the deed. But recently, she would tell us 5 minutes before, so I took that as a sign to put the potty that Grandma bought for her to good use. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we started making her sit in the potty. She seemed to know what it was for but so far, nothing has happened yet. We've been doing it every morning or during those times that she says she's gonna go. So far nothing. I know it takes patience. A lot of it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So while I'm waiting for that fateful day when I wouldn't have to include diapers in my monthly budget, I'd like to know how you moms did it. Care to share any tips? At least before I start pulling may hair out? Would love to hear from you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863755075040794682-5755602955612682337?l=aimeediego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Aside from Hub's film winning best indie film in the recent Metro Manila Film Fest which I've blogged about &lt;a href="http://lootwagonista.blogspot.com/2011/12/hubbys-film-won.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, oh wait, technically that was late last year...point is, this year seems to be bringing in a lot of positive vibes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2011 was a tough year for a lot of us. In my case, it was very challenging. I went through this whole roller coaster thing as far as  career goes. I've made mistakes. I left my old job to go back to agency life, only to realize that it is so much different than how I remembered it some 5-7 years ago. It didn't take a genius to figure out that I wouldn't last long in that company. I didn't fit the culture and I found myself dragging my feet to work. I realized that life is too short to be in a place that made me feel so displaced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At the mid part of the year, I tried my hand at juggling two jobs. Until now, I still don't know how I managed to pull it off. Financially, the whole set-up worked as I earned double income. Bills were paid on time and we got to afford a lot of things, stuff that I would normally not splurge on. But there I was constantly shuffling from one place to the next, from one meeting to the next, from one office to the next. At the end of the day, I was exhausted. I really felt like my energy was just sucked out of me. Too much that I had nothing more to give. And when a friend died last year, it was an eye-opener for me. She was so young and she was working very hard. Too hard. I can't go like that. I have a child. I want more children. I dream of seeing life beyond my golden years. I knew that things had to change. My pace had to change. Decisions had to be made....again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided to prioritize my balance and peace of mind. I needed to focus on one thing and be really good at it. I will prioritize life-enriching experiences and know that in my heart, as long as I love what I'm doing, the money will follow. By next week, I am going back to my old job, the one I left months ago. The one that allowed me creative freedom, a sense of self and made me work with a team of people that are both creative and brilliant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And with that decision, I also started going back to doing things that I love. Like blogging for instance. For some reason my other &lt;a href="http://lootwagonista.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; has been getting a bit of traction. Opportunities have come up to discover new places, try new things and get to know more people through blogging. A friend joked saying "You have given in to the system!" but like I told her, I am limiting posts only for things that I'd like to review or am open to try, with the condition that there will be full disclosure. This blog though, I will try to keep as personal and as private as I possibly can. That's the plan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I feel like this year really holds a lot of promise. It feels so light and positive. So how about you, how has the first few days of the year been treating you? I sure hope it's pouring in a lot of good vibes too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863755075040794682-2228090118267348128?l=aimeediego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Can you believe it? We're in the last month of the year. Today marks the entry of the Christmas season Ladies and Gentlemen. We can officially start our greetings with "Merry Christmas!" or "Happy Holidays!", without looking like an over-excited eager beaver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And I must admit. I am approaching this month with a bit of trepidation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why so? Let me tell you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the past years, at around this time, I would already be about 65% done with my Christmas shopping. Seriously. I would have my stash ready for wrapping. Afterwhich I just need to carefully place each present underneath the Christmas tree, waiting for the reactions of people around who will do all that they can to size up the present and guess what I got them for Christmas. In my head I'm thinking &lt;i&gt;"Te...Wag ka ma-excite. Mug lang yan." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now, I've shopped for only 1 present. And it's not even a present that I really planned on getting. It was a watch I got on eBay which I didn't like the moment it hit my doorstep so it is now officially part of my gift stash. Aside from that, nada. To think I have two offices, two sets of families (mine and my husband's) and a whole lot of people that I need to shop presents for. Ayayay. Goodluck naman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Second reason why I feel anxious, is because this December is incredibly busy for me. I have back-to-back-to-back events, I kid you not. I remember in the past Decembers, things would usually slow down. In fact, most often than not, we just go to the office to warm our chairs and update our Facebook statuses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year is different. I need to plan out Christmas activities in the store. I have two trips to Cebu, that are both a week apart. I have two office Christmas parties to attend and help put together. I have to help plan out my pamangkin's 1st birthday party. I have Christmas dinners left and right, with old officemates (different offices mind you), a homeowners Christmas party and I need to help out with some pitches before the year ends. Kunswelo lang sana kapag tapos na lahat by end December, but no. There's a huge event happening on Jan 4, which I already need to start working on now. Whew. Homaygulay. I can't breathe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Third reason why I feel anxious over the holidays, is that Hub and I have been talking about baby number two. And based on the chinese calendar, oh yeah. May ganung factor talaga. If we want to have a boy, then this is the month to get busy. hahaha. But you tell me, how in the world, can we conceive if I have jampacked my schedule na parang ayaw ko nang matulog? Diba? Is it not meant to be perhaps? I don't know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Forth reason and hopefully the last reason why I approach the holidays with a lot of uncertainty is my job situation. I know I arranged for this whole two jobs thing, I did. Ginusto ko to diba. But at this point in time, I actually don't know if I can still pull it off. You know why? I'll tell you why....I. AM. LOSING. MY. MIND. I constantly feel like I'm in a tug of war. Yes I can manage but at the same time, I am constantly shuffling from one place to the next, from one office to the next and from reporting to one boss to the next. I'm surprised that i don't get to mix up their names in the process. If I am serious about the third thing (see above), then I might have to slow things down a bit. And to be perfectly honest, I already know deep within my heart where I really really want to stay. Maybe I just don't want to admit it to myself.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So there. I certainly hope the holidays aren't as hectic and crazy for you. So anyway, here's to the first of December! If you happen to see me around looking haggard and restless, well now you know why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863755075040794682-7937354129912163723?l=aimeediego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I love that the event was simple and that it involved kids. It was a refreshing break from the usual backstage drama-type of events. Events should always be like this...straightforward and stress-free!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VG0xE28FZNE/Tq9SAepFxdI/AAAAAAAADUw/_-84wCaMBz8/s1600/DSC_0184.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was most exciting for me, was that I had the opportunity to take Tala to the event. She had a blast alright...during ingress! Messing up the balloons, running across the venue like it was her playground but the moment the program started, she snoozed....all throughout the event. Nice going Anak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here some highlights.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Y6lPDl4yhk/Tq9NV9qbYrI/AAAAAAAADUY/FhyxuZqmDcU/s400/DSC_0119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669835495607853746" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 180px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Kids and parents during the storytelling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ef6rZLkRq60/Tq9NWTDE8ZI/AAAAAAAADUk/MyJepxHehb0/s400/DSC_0082.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669835501348385170" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;C of &lt;a href="http://homemadeindulgence.blogspot.com/"&gt;Homemade Indulgence&lt;/a&gt; played host&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;Costumed kids....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iTSACU6DMC0/Tq9WuXwmzxI/AAAAAAAADVI/w6Av9fLIxWw/s400/DSC_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669845810534600466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJvXT2cziZ0/Tq9csNhGBYI/AAAAAAAADVg/IYnAcnZM3I8/s400/DSC_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669852370495210882" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tfWnS1iavAk/Tq9Wu0aiknI/AAAAAAAADVU/QfTaCkcqLb4/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669845818226676338" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8DXkbT3nt88/Tq9cscZJXHI/AAAAAAAADVs/rl_2AJhAyhU/s400/DSC_0116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669852374488407154" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make Believe Productions doing the Hansel &amp;amp; Gretel storytelling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rVCP01YETiw/Tq9SAuGUuQI/AAAAAAAADU8/44sNBb0m_Z0/s400/DSC_0197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669840628210776322" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 352px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tala who just woke up from her nap, hence the disheveled hair. She was snacking on mini-cupcakes from Sonja's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking of Sonja's cupcakes, I told Sonja that when I was pregnant with Tala, I would often go to her store to wolf down some red velvet cupcakes...as in! And guess what she gifted us? A box of red velvet! Thanks Sonja! Some are kinda mushed. This pic was taken way after we got home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tRVY9iWgT0w/Tq-skXgbd7I/AAAAAAAADV4/bkUxysyw7DY/s400/DSC_0294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669940196668045234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Going back to the event....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VG0xE28FZNE/Tq9SAepFxdI/AAAAAAAADUw/_-84wCaMBz8/s400/DSC_0184.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669840624061629906" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy Fleur with Anika joined the fun! See her post about the event &lt;a href="http://mommyfleur.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-2011-day-1-fully-booked.html"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://motheringearthlings.blogspot.com/"&gt; Rone of Mothering Earthlings&lt;/a&gt; was there too. Thanks for bringing the kids Rone! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Looking forward to planning next year's Halloween! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863755075040794682-4618266225093173413?l=aimeediego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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From the brief moment that I knew her, she always looked like a movie-star. She was always so confident and well-put together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I met Maj a few years back. She did some print ads for the company that I used to work for. She had such a strong presence that everyone just turned their heads whenever she'd enter the room. She was that kind of person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I left the company and joined another company, I was surprised to know that she even found out a way to send me some Christmas presents in my new office. For both times, she gave me clothes. A nice Gap top that I wore that Christmas, and on the next Christmas after, a nice red Mossimo blouse that I wore all throughout my pregnancy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We haven't seen each other since. She once bought makeup from me back in the days when I was still selling Benefit. She blogged about it being the make up junkie that she was. Our only connection and communication ever since was limited to Facebook. Once in a while she'd comment on my posts and I'd do the same on her posts, especially when she'd post photos of the delectable desserts that she would bake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually got to know the person she really was through Facebook. I found out that she was passionate about baking, makeup, school, work and being surrounded with positive people. Just by looking at her photos and everyday posts, you can say that she was at the prime of her life. She was the VP of her own company, was in graduate school in Ateneo, had a blooming love life...the works. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Then 2 days ago, I got a text saying she passed. I was stunned. Maj and were not that close but I immediately found myself in tears. I couldn't understand how someone so young, could die just like that. She was only 30. I checked her Facebook wall and it was filled with heartfelt messages of people who couldn't believe the news. People giving her their messages of love...people who were in pain from her passing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday, I asked hub to accompany me to Arlington Ascension so I can pay my respects. I was in a room full of strangers. I didn't even know who among them was her family. I didn't know who to talk to to give my condolences. Like me, there were also a lot of people in that room, who seemed to have come on their own and also didn't know anyone else. Obviously, Maj has touched the lives of a lot of people. A lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maj, I'm one of those people whose lives you've touched. I know that you are now with our Creator. I will always remember you for the fabulous, gorgeous and intelligent woman that you are. Farewell friend and Rest in Peace.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863755075040794682-5711453521636378095?l=aimeediego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I ask because I really didn't plan on throwing a big party for Tala's 2nd birthday. Really. I didn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But you know what happened? A few weeks ago, I received tons and tons of giveaways. This was from my office. I got 20 notebooks, 20 pens, 20 kiddie spoon and forks, all surplus stuff. And as I brought everything home, I was just staring at the boxes...thinking to myself. What in the world, am I going to do with all this stuff???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The solution? I threw a party. It was supposed to be a small party, just with the neighborhood kids. But you know how it is when the Grandparents meddle and before you know it, the kumares and kumpares, and the whole barangay are tagging along...I'm sure you know what that's like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here are snippets from last Sunday's party. Since we did a butterfly theme last year, we decided to do the Ladybug thing this year. Yeah, we're insect-loving kinda folk. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Be warned... Photo-heavy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5rn2qQH04F0/Tp0_BL5TYRI/AAAAAAAADTQ/nhT3BHpUnJg/s400/325182_261703743866887_100000817898305_680903_637857712_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664753195907506450" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The celebrant playing with blocks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PQbdkpP4MWA/Tp0tonj0HvI/AAAAAAAADSs/wxUkm2Wh40A/s400/326880_261711450532783_100000817898305_680948_491259163_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664734082139168498" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tala groovin to Abba's Super Trooper (her favorite song) together with the two Grandpas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R4xZM6P-fOo/Tp0tqE4ukNI/AAAAAAAADTA/d0O-IG5NSo0/s400/328698_261715657199029_100000817898305_680985_1788014429_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664734107191382226" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With one of the hosts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_0rkXRyeQDo/Tp0tphVW9FI/AAAAAAAADS0/fDVB54XfJcU/s400/324812_261716740532254_100000817898305_681010_2005770981_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664734097647793234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hub being his usual self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UuFT-vw5-IU/Tp0toGo9MjI/AAAAAAAADSc/nI8NOsroZjM/s400/332004_261712053866056_100000817898305_680953_1802715179_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664734073302364722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last year I did the whole pinata thing. It was a nice butterfly-shaped thing. Sure it was pretty. But after the party, it was just...there. Took up space, gathered dust, you know what I mean. So this year, I decided to stick with the traditional pabitin. Two rounds of it, and filled it up with decent looking toys from Veinte with a mix of candies. The kids went ape! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4Y2JjK3VJJk/Tp0pyc_RbYI/AAAAAAAADR8/4csHc6VjslU/s400/331317_261711863866075_100000817898305_680952_1779777509_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664729853053726082" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tala enjoyed it too. Well at least, the being-tossed-in-the-air part. She really didn't grab anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LeK0gozuJSU/Tp0pyOxfGtI/AAAAAAAADRs/0rkBJhTkWno/s400/290202_261706437199951_100000817898305_680920_1577212765_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664729849237805778" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom interviewing the server. The pasta and chicken that you see there were home-cooked. Not part of the catering. We added our own food. The caterer stinks by the way...party was at 3pm, they arrived at 3pm. Never again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wzvybJxczi0/Tp0pz9fEdiI/AAAAAAAADSE/l2AgK3APefE/s400/289305_261706807199914_100000817898305_680923_1014422836_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664729878956897826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tala with my highschool friend's daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PcJXPfFAy9E/Tp0pxCvPNYI/AAAAAAAADRk/dHAMmF9sGVQ/s400/322712_261714590532469_100000817898305_680976_1224778550_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664729828827280770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4D11BGYhdM4/Tp0tn7lBrlI/AAAAAAAADSQ/yQYDk4ByBDY/s400/326099_261714150532513_100000817898305_680973_1642688618_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664734070333091410" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-17_QJq7AaSQ/Tp0pxCMXZCI/AAAAAAAADRU/tZ50kupKVO8/s400/334766_261714343865827_100000817898305_680974_2129835794_o.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664729828681016354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tala's cake by &lt;a href="http://bigtummycakes.multiply.com/"&gt;Big Tummy Cakes&lt;/a&gt;. I highly recommend them! Easy to talk to, delivery was done early and aside from the cake being super cute, the cupcakes really taste good. Hindi lang siya pang decor. Really affordable too! A cake like this with other suppliers would cost roughly around 3,5k to 4k. This one was at P2,500 + delivery. Not bad at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So there goes another party. Done. Just Like that. So am I doing another party next year? That will depend if somebody gives me another hoard of giveaways. That will be the deal breaker. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863755075040794682-358676694963658282?l=aimeediego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Strange gift for a 2 year old you'd think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's the story:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Not too long ago, Tala hung out with her grandparents. While they were walking along a strip of restos, Tala stopped to admire her own reflection in front of Seafood Island. The moment, she heard some music, she started dancing. And not just the swaying kind of dance that kids often do...she was really strutting her stuff like there's no tomorrow. She was bobbing her head, her hands were flying in the air and she was just really feeling the music, while admiring her own reflection. People around were looking at her, amused to find a 1 year old child so enamored by her reflection as she danced without a care in the world. Her proud grandparents just looked on as she was having her moment. Apparently, that memory stuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The artwork detail on the mirror was made by the artists of the Baguio Arts Guild. My folks brought the mirror all the way from Baguio &lt;i&gt;(I can't imagine how they managed to lug this huge thing without breaking it)&lt;/i&gt;. The scene in the artwork captured that very moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The mirror also came with a scroll with a very touching letter. Part of the message was:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Happy Birthday Tala, our beautiful dancing baby girl. Our gift for you today. A full size mirror all your own so you can see yourself everyday now &lt;i&gt;(Yup believe it or not, we've never had a full-length mirror until now)&lt;/i&gt; now a beautiful baby girl, tomorrow a more beautiful young lady". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sigh. Grandparents are such sentimental beings. They truly are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863755075040794682-4103425924669874471?l=aimeediego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We headed out to Ark Avilon and although we've been there before, this trip was so worth it the second time around! Now that Tala can express herself more, watching her reaction was such a joy! She squealed and jumped at all the right moments, and when she saw the bigger and scarier animals, she hid behind my back and shouted "Takot! takot!".&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of my fave photos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LVpuE6qajcU/TndQXNr42CI/AAAAAAAADQU/xHpeWxqMKTU/s400/DSC_0096.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654076216927901730" /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tala doing the giddy-up on the giant mouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pR0KvB-j7ZA/TndKJ4wbvtI/AAAAAAAADPs/wb5sDIZ-W5k/s400/DSC_0087.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654069390901755602" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Feeding the hamsters. These furry little things transformed into savages as they battled each other for food. It actually got kinda violent. Scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2In6Xe4FgQo/TndPVpN9ZLI/AAAAAAAADQM/7ID4kGMvNBM/s400/DSC_0075.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654075090447197362" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hyenas....Really???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rUhEpNcidaE/TndLPRreLII/AAAAAAAADP0/Rvaahv00wlc/s400/DSC_0110.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654070583002803330" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy holds hands with the cute orangutan...Awwww....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--WSRvXUkWeM/TnZ7g0hQ1kI/AAAAAAAADPk/D7LuDPCSwho/s400/DSC_0029.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653842185994425922" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tala feeds the koi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hhvt5sxBtjk/TndMVDgvERI/AAAAAAAADP8/JYiesr82gYI/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654071781790519570" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Umm...ano raw???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ExYVtrzwd30/TndN-3KYGNI/AAAAAAAADQE/NhYBVifEchU/s400/DSC_0063.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654073599541647570" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till next time! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863755075040794682-4788283080095488450?l=aimeediego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know how I got here really. Things just kind of fell into place I guess. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, you read the title right, I will now be juggling two jobs. On top of my motherly and wifely duties, I decided to take on more. Kabog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days a week, I'll report to the same office that I've been going to for the past few months. The only difference is, I am taking on another role and that is to focus on the creative strategic planning process, as that seems to be my core strength in the whole set-up. Plus it saves me the stress of baby-ing clients, which I've come to realize.... I may no longer have the patience and the gall for. Ang hirap ngumiti pero sa totoo lang gusto mo nang sapakin yung tao ha! I wanna de-load myself of that kind of stress. Seriously...I don't wanna be an angry bird!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two days a week, I will report to another office. No... it's not a new office. It's actually familiar territory for me. It's the same old office pre-agency days. It's the one with tons and tons of books and really cool stuff! :-) I'm sure you know what I mean. Yes, I'm baaaaaaaaaack! And I still can't believe it! I have my old job back! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so as not to confuse you, both are part-time and leaning towards a consultancy sort of arrangement which I've come to realize is really the ideal scenario for me...work-wise. Although nothing compares to the benefits of long term regular tenure, the merits of being able to demand my own hours and get paid for it, is not too shabby. Not too shabby at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes, four days of work means I get an extra day. I'll consider that my buffer incase any of the two offices call for an urgent meeting or If I have to attend to something. So if that buffer isn't used up, then I get three days-off a week. Fantastic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haaaay...with the way things are going, I realize now that all the weird crappy things that went on in my life early this year... every single bit of it was meant to happen. Everything makes perfect sense to me now. Funny how things kind of unveil themselves to you noh? It takes my breath away. Literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last year, when I prepared for Tala's 1st birthday, tinodo ko talaga. As in! Siyempre first birthday eh...everyone says it should be big and grand! Ako naman si uto-uto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I did the whole shebang. I booked a caterer, booked the clubhouse, got a facepainter, mamang sorbetero and coaxed my good friend into dressing up as a butterfly to host the whole thing. You can check out all the stuff I did from last year's party &lt;a href="http://aimeediego.blogspot.com/search/label/party%20planning"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since I only have two months to prepare for this year's birthday celebration, I'm keeping it more toned down. Just a small gathering in my house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Knowing Tala's obsession with Dora, it only seemed natural that we go with a Dora theme. I figured since Tala is old enough to express what she likes and doesn't like, I might as well give her what she likes. After all, she is the celebrant. However, hub doesn't like the idea. Actually "doesn't like" is an understatement. He feels its a precedent, and if we brand the whole thing Dora, we can expect a whole barrage of Dora gifts as well. "San nanaman natin isasaksak yun!!!", according to him. Ang sagot ko naman "Ano ka ba! Ikaw ba ang may birthday?! Bakit malaking issue sayo si Dora?!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the end, I lost...... so PHFFFFFT went the whole Dora-themed party. We did come to an agreement on the the theme that's not cartoon-character based. And I don't know if it's because we're the insect-loving folk, but if last year's theme was all about butterflies, this year will be all about Ladybugs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I already settled the downpayment for the ladybug cupcake tower, so no choice narin. Lady bug eeet eeeezzz!!! Here's what the cake should look like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qA4MW9zFV34/Tk0gA_XhTnI/AAAAAAAADMs/IwdOdiAkt4k/s400/00180075_picture43603e9cc3c3f42df0d7fc595388f82a2707f5efd70.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642201109547273842" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I chose red velvet for the fondant part and still figuring out the flavors of the cupcakes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So cake is checked off the list! I feel so accomplished I wanna hug myself! *self hug* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for everything else, I already have a plan for the games and program. The lootbag fillers are complete, minus the lootbags. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I already got part of Tala's Ladybug outfit too. It's a work-in-progress. I figured since her party falls on mid October, we can use the same outfit for Halloween when she does her trick or treating. Oo nagtitipid ako!  Deadma na sa repeat performance.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fill you in on the other plans soon. :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863755075040794682-4675062716999401337?l=aimeediego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-evcQuqfD2fo/Tj_PCcayzCI/AAAAAAAADMc/9XPAddm6AeY/s400/cal.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638452899386412066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is another version&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-paO0EK56ags/Tj_RfWmcaLI/AAAAAAAADMk/ylg8pRH6aXk/s400/chinese-calendar-for-gender-1.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 400px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638455595064125618" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a Chinese Lunar Calendar to help predict the gender of the baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was preggers with Tala, my officemate and I (who was also expecting at that time) both looked at this on the net to check on the possible genders of the little ones that were in our wombs. True enough, I gave birth to a girl and she gave birth to a baby boy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nope... there's nothing cooking in the bun yet. But yes, the idea of trying for a second child has already set in. It started with this conversation:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hub: Ang laki na ni Tala&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: Oo nga eh. Damulag na.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hub: Sundan na natin?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me: ***Silence**** &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;       Okay :)       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was it....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hub and I have our eye on the blue boxes :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863755075040794682-1767933698442614713?l=aimeediego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Well at least for now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She has a thing for sweeping the floor. Constantly. She goes nuts with the walis when there are food particles on the floor. She even takes the dustpan on one hand, and juggles both just to gather all the dust. She then throws 'em out straight in the trash bin. Nobody tells her to do it. She just does it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When she spills water on the floor, she hurries (as in OA nagmamadali levels) to grab the basahan to wipe it off. And everytime she opens up an orange or a banana, she rushes to the garbage can to dispose of the peel immediately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I realize now that I gave birth to a neat freak. Thank God for that! Might come in handy when she reaches her teenage years and starts accumulating a lot of gunk in her room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-crCGrH-nrrU/Ti7AvhfsoII/AAAAAAAADKs/Q7vWplt_ShM/s400/283165_1749089261990_1681615523_1231252_174568_n.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633652106564771970" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the things that absolutely baffles me about her in this age, is how caring she is towards her 7month old cousin. Actually, the word "caring" might be an understatement. She literally nurtures the child. Parang nakalimutan niyang baby rin siya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is a photo of her giving her cousin the bottle. So the baby can sleep, she often pats him gently on the thigh repeatedly and hums to lull him to sleep. It's sweet but at the same time, bordering a bit on unusual, at least for me. She just has this thing....it's like an innate motherly quality that I can't even begin to describe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BM2KMQj2wD4/Ti7Av8dg49I/AAAAAAAADK0/1YYhPwIsh8w/s400/262876_1749077141687_1681615523_1231171_4809499_n.jpg" style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633652113803371474" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, aside from that, Tala sings now. Most of the lyrics are made-up but she can carry a tune. Her favorite song is Abba's Super Trouper. She can't get enough of it.  My ears are bleeding to Abba's music but then again I'd rather she listen to that, then some of the garbage that I hear now on the radio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yes with the good comes the bad.  The tantrums are happening. She can drive me absolutely nuts! I think that's the "terrible-twos" phase that everyone's talking about. She would roll on the floor, scream her lungs out and recently, she would tell us "WAKAMAKELAM!"....perhaps something she's picked up along the way. Ayayay. I will literally strangle the person she picked that up from. Wait a minute...I think she got that from me. Ooops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863755075040794682-7508838610357296967?l=aimeediego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Silly me, I underestimated Edsa traffic on a Saturday and didn't leave earlier than I should have. Ended up missing the whole talk! (*face palm).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Anyway, I managed to get there just in time for refreshments. Shiyet. Ang PG ko. Kakahiya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Anyway, finally met &lt;a href="http://mommyfleur.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mommy Fleur.&lt;/a&gt; And I just realized now that the advantage of actually following someone's blog for the longest time, is that it takes out the awkwardness of first time meet-ups. The moment I got there I was already rambling to her the reason for my tardiness. I skipped the whole "Hi! I'm Aimee! are you Fleur?" part. Here are some snapshots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eD6DJtXOSnY/ThlA9MQGWlI/AAAAAAAADKM/eTz4TVZ2kaI/s1600/IMG_2606.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eD6DJtXOSnY/ThlA9MQGWlI/AAAAAAAADKM/eTz4TVZ2kaI/s400/IMG_2606.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627600629381093970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3Xugpafusg/ThlA8_SdlcI/AAAAAAAADKE/szb13zN_3mE/s1600/IMG_2607.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R3Xugpafusg/ThlA8_SdlcI/AAAAAAAADKE/szb13zN_3mE/s400/IMG_2607.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627600625901344194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v_JixTc0rO4/ThlA8lcJgkI/AAAAAAAADJ8/iiHuHQrHuqY/s1600/IMG_2613.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v_JixTc0rO4/ThlA8lcJgkI/AAAAAAAADJ8/iiHuHQrHuqY/s400/IMG_2613.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627600618962649666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With Rone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After the meet-up, Fleur and I decided to have lunch, so we headed out to Greenbelt where we chitchatted some more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cPzJMBljD0/ThlA8SaevBI/AAAAAAAADJ0/10iQeGi1CZw/s1600/IMG_2616.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8cPzJMBljD0/ThlA8SaevBI/AAAAAAAADJ0/10iQeGi1CZw/s400/IMG_2616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627600613855378450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvLzwBVNQD8/ThlA8OSowVI/AAAAAAAADJs/dyxAKuTGxGo/s1600/IMG_2617.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nvLzwBVNQD8/ThlA8OSowVI/AAAAAAAADJs/dyxAKuTGxGo/s400/IMG_2617.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627600612748738898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Till next time Fleur! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6863755075040794682-2624639247172347126?l=aimeediego.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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