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/><category term="work desk" /><category term="pre-school" /><category term="Books" /><title>PinayMind</title><subtitle type="html">A Pinay working Mom's musings</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pinaymind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://pinaymind.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8321720/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Girlash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00568454267354773075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hTU5aF_KW9M/Tlw-Rp8o0YI/AAAAAAAAAmE/eI63-y66yqM/s220/IMG_0565.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xY1UNIFrP20/TpYpEuZsGWI/AAAAAAAAAms/cZSAPHGtOUE/s1600/IMG_0978.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xY1UNIFrP20/TpYpEuZsGWI/AAAAAAAAAms/cZSAPHGtOUE/s400/IMG_0978.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My very messy work desk at home&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I've converted our old dining table into our work desk.&amp;nbsp; This is where the hubby also does his&amp;nbsp;OT&amp;nbsp;work or online "window" shopping :D&amp;nbsp; I do lots of things here, like work, blog, facebook, tweet, pay bills, online banking,&amp;nbsp;skyping, scrapbooking, gift wrapping.&amp;nbsp; You name it, this table has seen it all.&amp;nbsp; And more, in fact :D&lt;br /&gt;
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To my right is a window where some birds take refuge on rainy days.&amp;nbsp; To my left is the flight of stairs and where we also put the towels to dry - dual purpose.&amp;nbsp; In front of the desk is a small window and a blank wall.&amp;nbsp; I'm still thinking what to put against the wall.&amp;nbsp; I'm thinking bookshelves or paintings.&amp;nbsp; We'll see how this progress.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9HfQwVb0zsg/TpYqN33t18I/AAAAAAAAAm0/tXFvgjui6UI/s1600/IMG_0989.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9HfQwVb0zsg/TpYqN33t18I/AAAAAAAAAm0/tXFvgjui6UI/s400/IMG_0989.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My trusty Blackberry and Ipod&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I can't live without both.&amp;nbsp; I even sleep with them under my pillow.&amp;nbsp; I get in touch with people from work, the hubby, family and friends through my blackberry.&amp;nbsp; For me, BBM is LOVE :D&amp;nbsp; My Ipod gives me music (listening to Miss Saigon sound track at mo, and yes, I love musicals).&amp;nbsp; I'm a huge fan of Plants vs Zombies!&amp;nbsp; I play PvZ before going to sleep.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;If I get stumped at an issue at work, I play PvZ to give me a short break.&amp;nbsp; I play it while waiting in line.&amp;nbsp; It's my daily doze of relaxation hehe&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yKF4lydFgXE/TpYrUhKZzuI/AAAAAAAAAm8/OVlVZwr0C8s/s1600/IMG_0980.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yKF4lydFgXE/TpYrUhKZzuI/AAAAAAAAAm8/OVlVZwr0C8s/s400/IMG_0980.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Blackberry earphones&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ I need this for those quick calls with officemates or clients.&amp;nbsp; It works great as it takes out all the ambient noise and I get to hear clearly what the other person is saying in the other line.&amp;nbsp; And they&amp;nbsp;won't know where I'm at!&amp;nbsp; Plus very convenient coz I'm hands free.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ATGErG84q0M/TpYsG0o6KXI/AAAAAAAAAnE/64SH7TAM9XM/s1600/IMG_0981.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ATGErG84q0M/TpYsG0o6KXI/AAAAAAAAAnE/64SH7TAM9XM/s400/IMG_0981.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Landline with speaker phone&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;There are times when the wireless signal go haywire, like you know, last night, I have my speaker phone to use during conference calls.&amp;nbsp; The unit actually has a handphone, but for the life of me, I can't find it.&amp;nbsp; So all my landline calls are on speaker, even when I order our gas or set an appointment with&amp;nbsp;our suking Spa&amp;nbsp;LOL&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFKZlqLipio/TpYs_Yeh8KI/AAAAAAAAAnM/rdpsOfdj5vE/s1600/IMG_0988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cFKZlqLipio/TpYs_Yeh8KI/AAAAAAAAAnM/rdpsOfdj5vE/s400/IMG_0988.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;External drives&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Let's just say that I have lots of files, both&amp;nbsp;work and not work related.&amp;nbsp; So I have lots of external drives.&amp;nbsp; There's even a red one, but it's plugged into our media drive downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rOZmZ_FK8c/TpYuAg_YRaI/AAAAAAAAAnU/pqsCbDLL5Mo/s1600/IMG_0990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5rOZmZ_FK8c/TpYuAg_YRaI/AAAAAAAAAnU/pqsCbDLL5Mo/s400/IMG_0990.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm a fan of CD-R King&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And because I have lots of stuff attached to my laptop, I need a USB port.&amp;nbsp; Hence the blue USB port from CD-R King.&amp;nbsp; And I when I need to upload pictures, I have the CD-R King card reader.&amp;nbsp; Both are really cheap and work well.&amp;nbsp; My card reader is already as old as my son and even survived about 2 other card readers.&amp;nbsp; My USB port is quite new, but so far, it's doing it's job really well.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c8JJu1QBOyc/TpYu8Nt4eqI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Yr2eLGe_22M/s1600/IMG_0982.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c8JJu1QBOyc/TpYu8Nt4eqI/AAAAAAAAAnc/Yr2eLGe_22M/s400/IMG_0982.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fan-ny han-ny&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;There's a small fan for my laptop.&amp;nbsp; And then a desk calendar, to keep&amp;nbsp;me updated hehe!&amp;nbsp; And an well, an extension wire for the power cords.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-luwvTnIfT2k/TpYv2wgEWkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/HaVTOFnJDyk/s1600/IMG_0991.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-luwvTnIfT2k/TpYv2wgEWkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/HaVTOFnJDyk/s400/IMG_0991.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To file and pay&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ At the other end of the table, I keep the things to file, fill-out and pay.&amp;nbsp; I keep it in a separate corner where there's space for writing.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_9ihWTmHGU/TpVgjND1ljI/AAAAAAAAAmk/3qMoJIl1y3M/s1600/Lipstick.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3_9ihWTmHGU/TpVgjND1ljI/AAAAAAAAAmk/3qMoJIl1y3M/s400/Lipstick.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The hubby thinks the pale pink is better.&amp;nbsp; He likes the natural look.&amp;nbsp; The little one loves the red.&amp;nbsp; Coz red is nice, right? LOL&lt;br /&gt;
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Last night hubby and I were waiting for our take-away dinner.&amp;nbsp; We both just had our hair cuts.&amp;nbsp; And I was still mourning the loss of my long curly hair.&amp;nbsp; It was just getting too dry, so I had to chop off the dry roots.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, the conversation went like this:&lt;br /&gt;
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We converse in Bisaya&amp;nbsp;so I've added the English transaction&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Ganahan ka sa akong mubong buhok? (Do you like my shorter hair?)&lt;br /&gt;
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Hubby: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Mas ganahan ka sa akong&amp;nbsp;mubo or taas na buhok? (Do you like my shorter hair or my longer hair?)&lt;br /&gt;
Hubby: Mubo (Shorter hair)&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Mas ganahan ka sa akong mubo na straight or taas na&amp;nbsp;kulot? (Do you like my shorter straight hair or my longer curly hair?)&lt;br /&gt;
Hubby: Mubo (Shorter hair)&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Dili diay ka ganahan sa akong kulot na buhok? (You don't like my curly hair?)&lt;br /&gt;
Hubby: Dili (No)&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Nganong ganahan man ka sa akong mubo nga straight hair? (Why do you like my shorter straight hair?)&lt;br /&gt;
Hubby:&amp;nbsp; Daghanang pangutana sa buhok oi!&amp;nbsp;(Too many questions on hair!)&lt;br /&gt;
Me: hehehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321720-5565580764939829766?l=pinaymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our weekend munchies&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ ﻿﻿ So we spent Saturday holed up at home.&amp;nbsp; Watched movies, played PSP, filed out application forms, cleaned up my files.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photocredit: &lt;a href="http://www.thinkhero.com/"&gt;http://www.thinkhero.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And then after hearing mass on Sunday, we watched Cars 2 on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; My little boy was so excited to watch, but when we were watching, he lost interest.&amp;nbsp; The plot was too adult, I think.&amp;nbsp; Cars (the first movie) was a whole lot better.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Biking with my family at Nuvali &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Thankfully, the rain finally let up last Monday.&amp;nbsp; So we were able to go out of the house and bike around Nuvali.&amp;nbsp; The little one was able to keep up with us, and biked with us for about 3k.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now the long weekend is winding down.&amp;nbsp; But until night rolls in, I'm going to savour every minute.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321720-3815053317612673076?l=pinaymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Picture from &lt;a href="http://www.breastfeedingproblems.org/to-breastfeed-or-not-to-breastfeedthat-is-the-question/"&gt;http://www.breastfeedingproblems.org/to-breastfeed-or-not-to-breastfeedthat-is-the-question/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;I’ve been reading about breastfeeding from a few blogs, such as Toni of &lt;a href="http://wifelysteps.com/"&gt;Wifely Steps&lt;/a&gt;. It made it take a look back at my attempts in breastfeeding my little one, some five years ago. Getting pregnant at 28 for the first time isn’t really high risk yet. But unfortunately, I didn’t have an easy pregnancy. The first 3 months flew by like a breeze, I didn’t suffer any morning sickness at all, in fact, I didn’t think I was pregnant. I had polycystic ovaries then, so I wasn’t alarmed when I didn’t have my period for 3 months. &lt;br /&gt;
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But then the 5th month rolled in and I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes and hypertension. I went to see the doctor every week for ultrasounds and other tests. And then I was advised to best rest with long hospital admissions until the 8th month. I had to take a leave from work and delivered my little boy a month pre-mature. Good thing my doctors were really cautious. My little boy has healthy thankfully, but he was on IV the first 2 days. I only got to see him on the second day at the nursery.&lt;br /&gt;
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Before I gave birth, I was keen on breastfeeding him. Reading and hearing of all the benefits of breastfeeding made me decide to do it, plus it’s very economical. I bought a breast pump and prepared bottles to keep the milk for when I needed to get back to work.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I gave birth and the first time we tried to breastfeed, he couldn’t latch properly but thankfully he got the colostrums. The nurses at the hospital were very supportive, so every 2-3 hours or so, I went back to the nursery and tried. He only was able breastfeed so quickly. When we got home, we had to mix formula and breastfeeding, as my milk supply wasn’t enough for him. In between trying to breastfeed, I pumped milk. Sadly after a few days, my milk just dried up  I tried all kinds of ways to increase milk supply – my mom cooked me soup every day, I had malunggay too.&lt;br /&gt;
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I couldn’t breastfeed. Regrettably, my son wasn’t breastfed. Fortunately though, he’s been a healthy kid. Save for a few bouts of flu, coughs and colds. My pedia said that we shouldn’t worry a lot since there are a million kids of flu viruses, and we might encounter a couple of hundreds. If and when we are blessed with another baby, I will still try breastfeeding. Maybe my milk supply would be better then.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It was my son, K, first time to have first quarter exams.&amp;nbsp; And I was the nervous wreck!&amp;nbsp; I prepared sample quizzes and pushed him to study harder... hard enough that my husband, D, asked me to stop several times.&amp;nbsp; I just want him to excel, and I worry about his Filipino.&amp;nbsp; By the last day, I calmed down a bit since it's Math and it helped that K always told me the exams were easy.&amp;nbsp; Let's wait for the report card then. haha&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Bills keep piling up.&amp;nbsp; The thing is, money isn't always enough.&amp;nbsp; But we are spending for investments and savings.&amp;nbsp; It's just hard to scrimp, and want that bag or that IPad! :D&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Finding the right school for your kid is very hard.&amp;nbsp; And applying for that school is so competitive!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;September is my birthday month.&amp;nbsp; This is the year we try to get pregnant for the second time.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, I'll be healthy enough.&amp;nbsp; More trips to the doctors.&amp;nbsp; Again.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;October is the month we'll know if our lives will change next school year.&amp;nbsp; Anticipation&amp;nbsp;is so nerve wracking!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;I take this Friday with a lot of things in mind, as we ease into the weekend.&amp;nbsp; Hope your weekend will be well spent!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321720-1167972776747855162?l=pinaymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I find that most Filipino&amp;nbsp;drivers - cars, trucks, buses, motorcycles - don't know how to treat bikers on the road.&amp;nbsp; After all these near-death experiences, I though I'd share a couple of tips to drivers when they see bikers.&amp;nbsp; You might be able to save life or limb, or both.&lt;br /&gt;
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1.&amp;nbsp; Don't honk your horns before passing by a biker.&amp;nbsp; Most bikers are aware of their surroundings.&amp;nbsp; We know if there's a car behind us - we hear you even before we see you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;There's really no need to honk your horns, dude.&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&amp;nbsp; Horns are quite loud you know, we could loose our hearing.&lt;br /&gt;
2.&amp;nbsp; If you overtake a biker, please give him/her, at least 1.5 meters distance.&amp;nbsp; Hello, we are balancing on a two-wheel thing, if we get distracted, we could so easily loose our balance and heaven forbid, you might run over us!&lt;br /&gt;
3.&amp;nbsp; Make bikers cross first.&amp;nbsp; When you're in an intersection and the biker is going straight, you'll be turning, make the bikers cross first.&amp;nbsp; Again, we're balancing on a two-wheel thing, a little consideration for us.&lt;br /&gt;
4.&amp;nbsp; When you're in a narrow road with a biker, slow down, better yet, wait for your turn.&amp;nbsp; Would you miss a&amp;nbsp;life altering event&amp;nbsp;if you just slowed&amp;nbsp; down for a bit?&amp;nbsp; Don't overtake a biker in a narrow road and again, don't honk your horn!&lt;br /&gt;
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The above tips are not difficult to follow.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;These are all I have for now... if I think of more, I'll post it here again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I never craved for wealth, as much as others I know do.&amp;nbsp; I wished though that money&amp;nbsp;is easy to earn and always more than enough to pay bills and spend on retirement.&amp;nbsp; But sadly, there are days when it's just too difficult to get up, dress up and get to work.&amp;nbsp; When it's&amp;nbsp;so much of a hassle&amp;nbsp;to get on that tricycle, van or taxi to go to work.&amp;nbsp; When work load is overwhelmingly piling up.&amp;nbsp; And really, just hard.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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But then you do, you have to.&amp;nbsp; The minute you hear your son say "Good Morning", and you know that you want to give him the best of what you can give and send him to the best school you can afford.&amp;nbsp; The second you see your husband, who you want to grow old with and spend many happy, long vacations with.&amp;nbsp; You get up.&amp;nbsp; Because you love them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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This morning, I was contemplating about going to Makati but then saw the cloudy sky.&amp;nbsp; I ended up staying home and remembered it was Game 5!&amp;nbsp; I did do a 30-minute walk/run around the village, just to move a little.&amp;nbsp; And then worked, watched Game 5, cheered for both teams and then worked again.&lt;br /&gt;
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But now, I absolutely must go out.&amp;nbsp; To get money to&amp;nbsp;have our&amp;nbsp;gasul delivered&amp;nbsp;and buy milk too for my little one.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps&amp;nbsp;get a Yellow Cab pizza as well.&amp;nbsp; Who knows. *grin*&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm actually fine with this kind of life.&amp;nbsp; Work, play with my little one, call a friend, blog, watch tv - all inside the comforts of our home.&amp;nbsp; I don't get cabin fever much, as long as I have everything that I need within reach.&amp;nbsp; In fact, last Sunday, we went out to Festival Mall in Alabang, there were too many people!&amp;nbsp; I literrally got dizzy with all the moving, shoving and walking in the crowd.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I love malls, but only when they're not full to the brim.&amp;nbsp; I don't like crowds much apparently.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, now, I must go out.&amp;nbsp; The promise of pizza is the only thing that makes me want to go.&amp;nbsp; *grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321720-6294908282913848489?l=pinaymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh and I spent a week in HK for work.. and stayed at my favorite hotel :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The other week, we celebrated his Dad's promotion (congrats D! so proud of you!).&amp;nbsp; While we were preparing for bed, my little one, K, asked me "Why don't you get promoted too Mom?".&amp;nbsp; Ouch anak! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;And really made me think.&amp;nbsp; I was a go-getter pre-motherhood.&amp;nbsp; I went for a promotion like there was no tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; I worked crazy hours and almost lived at the office, just to get promoted.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully I got promoted a lot then... I even became an Operations Manager for 2+ years.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;But then 2 years after I gave birth, I chose non-manegerial post and basically stepped off the rat race.&amp;nbsp; My role now gives me more time with my son and hubby since I could work from home and don't have a team to look after.&amp;nbsp; I don't have to render a lot of overtime work now too, which is great since my health can't take less than 7 hours of sleep.&amp;nbsp; The thing is, there isn't a lot of growth in my role now.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;But it's all good and&amp;nbsp;I like it.&amp;nbsp; No, I LOVE it.&amp;nbsp; It's perfect for me, since I don't need to get promoted to know what I'm worth.&amp;nbsp; I get salary increases annually, and I get good bonuses too (it could be better though haha).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;How do I explain all this to my son though?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday, I worked from home.&amp;nbsp; While we were at our room, about to take an afternoon nap, he was smiling his lovely smile and suddenly hugged me so tightly.&amp;nbsp; I asked him why he was so happy, he said "Because you're here".&amp;nbsp; And that's the perfect explanation to why I don't run after a promotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321720-2069418549919490823?l=pinaymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Let me know if you're interested by&amp;nbsp;commenting on this post&amp;nbsp;and we'll talk business :)&lt;br /&gt;
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As with any online sale, shipping will be shouldered by the buyer.&amp;nbsp;I can also meet-ups if you're around Makati or Laguna.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh and please share if you know someone&amp;nbsp;might be interested.&amp;nbsp; Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;
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But then it hit home.&amp;nbsp; And it hit home oh so closely.&amp;nbsp; My very dear friend, one I drank with, smoked with (yes I was a smoker&amp;nbsp;for a time but am now smoke free for 6 years!), ate with, partied with, hanged out with and shared my life with, is leaving the company.&amp;nbsp; She told me over the phone, 3 days after being told, so she was by then, quite calm.&amp;nbsp; I was the one crying.&amp;nbsp; I felt like it won't be the same anymore.&amp;nbsp; And I knew it won't be.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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For sure, the friendship will be there forever.&amp;nbsp; But we won't be seeing each other much.&amp;nbsp; No more quick chat over coffee.&amp;nbsp; I won't be able to pick up the phone and share the latest office gossip (hey, that's part of networking too! :D).&amp;nbsp; No more short messages over email or our messaging system.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll so miss her.&amp;nbsp; I just know it.&amp;nbsp; She has the juicest kwentos and the heartiest laughter at work.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We have been the unstoppable duo ever since 1999.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We always had each other backs', ready to&amp;nbsp;defend each other and fend off preys.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;No one can top that.&lt;br /&gt;
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*Sign*.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I'm pretty sure I can move on, but for now, allow me to wallow in this misery.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321720-3473179394774081107?l=pinaymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Anyway... as I was saying.&amp;nbsp; Just want to share that if you're looking for a cheap, clean place to stay overseas.&amp;nbsp; Use this website to book for stay - &lt;a href="http://www.hostelworld.com/"&gt;http://www.hostelworld.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; They're the best!&amp;nbsp; Yun lang.&amp;nbsp; And TGIF!&amp;nbsp; Don't eat meat folks :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321720-8235754179235838536?l=pinaymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have the same smile no? :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Conversation with my little boy last night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When you go to big school, and then a little boy will get your toy. What will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little boy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Who’s the little boy Mom? What’s his name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Let’s say his name is Jay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little boy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The toy have my name*, it’s mine. But I will share with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*right now, he marks all his toys with his name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But what if he says it’s his na. He won’t return it to you. What will do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little boy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Why will he not return it to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Because he likes to take other kids’ toy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little boy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; That’s not nice! I will tell teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But what if teacher is not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little boy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Why will teacher be not there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe she went home na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little boy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; But teacher don’t go home before us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ok, maybe teacher is in the bathroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little boy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don’t like the little boy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mommy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Ok. What will you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little boy:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I will not bring a toy to school na lang Mommy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;So there it is :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Every pre-school Mom’s fear is your child&amp;nbsp;gets bullied in big school. My son’s an only child so every kid he meets, he treats them as playmates. Sometimes he meets a bully or a kid who takes advantage of my son’s friendliness. I hate to see that happen but it does happen, specially when we’re at a new place or at a kids’ party. I try to teach him how to handle bullies or kids who take advantage of him. I rather that I witness it happening so I can then teach how to&amp;nbsp;deal with&amp;nbsp;the situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Our little one will be in big school this coming June, I hope I’ve prepared him enough to fight off bullies. From last night’s conversation, it looks like we still have a long way to go. But at least we’ve taken a step&amp;nbsp;towards that&amp;nbsp;direction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321720-682441678872714631?l=pinaymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I fervently hope and pray that the predictions won't come true. Right now though, Japan needs our prayers and help. We must do what we can, when we can. It's just the humane thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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It makes you think of course about your life. A very sad reminder for us to savor each day, do the best the you can and tell the people you love, that you love them. May we strive to do that each day. And PRAY with all our hearts and souls to keep us away from harm.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Rwrwt1sQ1M8/TXc2Cw5EdWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/gZ411BuZjq4/s1600/Andoks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Rwrwt1sQ1M8/TXc2Cw5EdWI/AAAAAAAAAkE/gZ411BuZjq4/s320/Andoks.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andoks - half chicken&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿Anyhoo, so my officemates and I got to talking about how yummy lechon manoks are.&amp;nbsp; Of course we couldn't agree which one is the yummiest.&amp;nbsp; The Luzon folks have their Baliwag and Andoks.&amp;nbsp; The new entrant to this is Chooks-to-go.&amp;nbsp; I actually love Chooks-to-go, so I was assigned to bring it to our "Chickun Lunch Smack Down" LOL ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Sg8LT7Lpctk/TXc2FDyhWLI/AAAAAAAAAkI/4Xv5CyyhPJs/s1600/Baliwag.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Sg8LT7Lpctk/TXc2FDyhWLI/AAAAAAAAAkI/4Xv5CyyhPJs/s320/Baliwag.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Baliwag - whole chicken&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The "Chickun Lunch Smack Down" was scheduled on a Friday.&amp;nbsp; Thursday night, I asked the hubs to buy me Chooks-to-go at the nearby Rustan's Supermarket.&amp;nbsp; It was 7pm, but they didn't have any available chicken anymore.&amp;nbsp; So after the hubs picked me up, we went to a Chooks-to-go&amp;nbsp;take out counter, but at 8pm, they didn't have any stocks too.&amp;nbsp; I decided to just buy the next day, before going to the office.&amp;nbsp; The Chooks-to-go guy told me that they'll be open at 9am and will have cooked chicken at that time.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-J27gK3rH6IM/TXc2HPenNsI/AAAAAAAAAkM/8PuIhzZKezs/s1600/Sr+Pedro.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-J27gK3rH6IM/TXc2HPenNsI/AAAAAAAAAkM/8PuIhzZKezs/s320/Sr+Pedro.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sr Pedro - Whole chicken&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next day, I stopped by the same Chooks-to-go store at around 10:15am, but they still don't have any chicken cooked!&amp;nbsp; Moral of the story: don't count on the chicken before they are cooked :D&amp;nbsp; And another moral of the story:&amp;nbsp; Chooks-to-go need to improve their inventory and store hours.&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We still had our "Chickun Lunch Smack Down".&amp;nbsp; I just grabbed a lechon manok from the Sr Pedro stall, beside Chooks-to-go.&amp;nbsp; My officemates brought Baliwag and Andoks.&amp;nbsp; To this day though, no one wants to say which lechon manok is the yummiest hehe&amp;nbsp; But in terms of pricing, Sr Pedro is the winner at P189 for a whole chicken.&amp;nbsp; Andoks was priced at P150 for half a chicken.&amp;nbsp; Baliwag was priced at around P300 for a whole chicken.&amp;nbsp; So who's the winner now? haha&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;*Pictures taken&amp;nbsp;by my boss.&amp;nbsp; Yes, the event was co-sponsored by the management :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My whole family travelled to Hong Kong last February.&amp;nbsp; I booked the tickets online through Cebu Pacific's seat sale promo last October 2010.&amp;nbsp; Got the tickets for just about PhP3k/per person round trip.&amp;nbsp; Pretty neat price, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;As we were travelling on very tight budget, I prepared a detailed budget.&amp;nbsp; It was the first time my whole family will be travelling together, a group of 6 people.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say, it was a difficult task and I horrifyingly forgot to include the Travel Tax that travellers on budget airlines are required to pay.&amp;nbsp; As I went to pay the travel tax, each person had to pay P1.6k.&amp;nbsp; That's already the equivalent to a one way fare!&amp;nbsp; And seriously, where does this travel tax go?&amp;nbsp; Only Terminal 3 is working fine.&amp;nbsp; But Terminal 1 is still awful.&amp;nbsp; I mean, seriously?&amp;nbsp; What was I supposed to do but pay.&amp;nbsp; Grudgingly.&amp;nbsp; Plus we had to pay Terminal Fee of P750.&amp;nbsp; What for?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Anyway, we got to HK airport.&amp;nbsp; We were travelling with child, so we went to the immigration officer together and he was pleasant.&amp;nbsp; My son&amp;nbsp;couldn't reach the counter, so the HK officer stood up, and asked my son his name, again very pleasant.&amp;nbsp; What a way to great a visitor to their country.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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When we went home to Pinas, we lined up&amp;nbsp;for immigration counter for more than&amp;nbsp;30 minutes.&amp;nbsp; It was around 4am, we didn't have any good sleep and still we had to line up for a very long time.&amp;nbsp; The special counter opened up, so we moved there.&amp;nbsp; My son was so tired by then, so he was sitting on my feet.&amp;nbsp; The Philippine immigration officer, asked us very rudely, where my son is.&amp;nbsp; I replied, he's sitting down on the feet.&amp;nbsp; He answered, again very rudely "Ipatayo nyo.".&amp;nbsp; Whoa!&amp;nbsp; Is that how you get treated&amp;nbsp;in your own country?&amp;nbsp; Welcome back Pinoys!&amp;nbsp; I stared at him, at his name plate so&amp;nbsp;I wouldn't forget his face or name - Officer Domiguez.&amp;nbsp; I remember you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;My mom came here over the week to attend a seminar, and dropped by our home last Friday.&amp;nbsp; On Saturday, we brought her to the airport.&amp;nbsp; Before going to the airport, we passed by Rustan's where she got a wallet.&amp;nbsp; We didn't have much time, so she just shoved the little Rustan's package inside a bigger paper bag.&amp;nbsp; After going throug the first set of Xray machine, she noticed that her Rustan's package was missing from the paper bag.&amp;nbsp; She went back to the Xray people, and they all said they gave it to a Pinay with a foreigner husband.&amp;nbsp; Mama saw the Pinay and asked her, she said she gave it back to the Xray folks because it wasn't hers.&amp;nbsp; But the Xray folks at Gate 2 of Terminal 3 denied it and wouldn't even answer my Mom anymore.&amp;nbsp; She reported it to the Police, but they couldn't do a thing.&amp;nbsp; Lesson this time?&amp;nbsp; Be careful with all your belongings, if they Xray folks like it, it becomes their belonging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;We all brag about our wonderful country.&amp;nbsp; And it is a wonderful country, but our airport show a diffirent story.&amp;nbsp; It's not lovable at all.&amp;nbsp; We locals don't always have good experiences, what more if you're a foreigner?&amp;nbsp; The airport is the first impression a traveller has of a country or a place.&amp;nbsp; Why don't we improve it so travellers feel welcomed and ultimately, someday return to visit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321720-7930315212607636301?l=pinaymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It has been four long months since I last posted here.&amp;nbsp; Life just took over.&amp;nbsp; I posted about our problems with the Registry of Deeds (Calamba) in my previous post in October.&amp;nbsp; We finally were lucky enough to get all the papers prepared come December, so we were able to move to our (relatively) new house&amp;nbsp;in&amp;nbsp;less than 7&amp;nbsp;days.&amp;nbsp; Frenzy of activity, stress levels were so high!&amp;nbsp; We had to look for a carpenter to do a few minor repairs, get the screens changed and&amp;nbsp;have a screen door installed in just 3 days.&amp;nbsp; But we did it, we moved in and spent our first holidays in our new home!&lt;br /&gt;
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January came banging with piles of work.&amp;nbsp; School vacation is over, my Yayas came back from their annual trip home and my Mom went back home.&amp;nbsp; Then we had to prepare again for a trip to Hong Kong&amp;nbsp;in February.&amp;nbsp; I spent practically the whole of January planning that trip, booking our hostel (thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.hostelworld.com/"&gt;http://www.hostelworld.com/&lt;/a&gt;), working on the schedule and the budget.&amp;nbsp; I'll write another post on that trip.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then we went home again to Cagayan de Oro after our Hong Kong trip for my cousin's wedding.&amp;nbsp; It was an awesome, intimate wedding.&amp;nbsp; It was good to be with family again, to laugh, eat and chikka.&lt;br /&gt;
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And now February is almost over - just one more day left.&amp;nbsp; Imagine that!&amp;nbsp; One thing's for sure this 2011.&amp;nbsp; I'm gonna be more active in blogging.&amp;nbsp; Swear! haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321720-7019670563106208250?l=pinaymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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These days,&amp;nbsp;my insides feel like they're&amp;nbsp;all tide up in knots. Although there are happy&amp;nbsp;and positive updates, there are still a lot of knots to&amp;nbsp;untangle.&amp;nbsp; For work, I still have to make 10 million calls tomorrow and the next few days, send out the surveys, organize the global Press Release schedule, attend to what the boss will require.&amp;nbsp; Make another trip to the Registry of Deeds on Thursday.&amp;nbsp; Start packing our stuff for the BIG move.&amp;nbsp; Orgazine our finances. Plan for the trip on the last week of November.&amp;nbsp; And I haven't even started on the Christmas shopping yet!&amp;nbsp; No Christmas tree yet pending the move.&amp;nbsp; I only decided to bring out the parol for now.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank God there are happy moments tucked in between the To Do's.&amp;nbsp; Time with my hubby and son.&amp;nbsp; Chats with family and&amp;nbsp;friends.&amp;nbsp; Little happy things to make me hang on to the rope and let go of the knots.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321720-1120442162860498587?l=pinaymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I searched the Department of Justice website to see where we can raise this "usad pagong" process, but found no "Contact Us".&amp;nbsp; Paging Sec. Leila De Lima!&amp;nbsp; Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
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Due to my frustration, I called the Office of the Ombudsman to raise this concern.&amp;nbsp; They said I should go to their office to file a formal complaint.&amp;nbsp; I might just go there.&amp;nbsp; Let's see how that pans out.&lt;br /&gt;
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Should I consider going to the Media instead?&amp;nbsp; ABS CBN or&amp;nbsp;GMA?&amp;nbsp; Whadyathink?&lt;br /&gt;
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Heaven help.&amp;nbsp; I'm going pull a mega eksena&amp;nbsp;if we have to extend another month in our current place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8321720-6986089711790115368?l=pinaymind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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