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The whole Chinese community was very busy decorating their areas and ensuring that their traditions are still being followed to a T.  The Philippines, being a country that has Chinese as the biggest minority group, was not spared with all the happenings.  What better way to show it than declaring that day as a special non-working holiday.  The malls are ablaze with red lanterns and whenever you turn your head you will surely see someone wearing red.  The Chinese not only believed that the color red signifies luck for the coming year, they also say that red drives away bad vibes and evil spirits.



My kid was really excited when he saw this huge tree inside SM City Fairview with hanging Ang Paos.  He thought that anyone who was at the mall is given the chance to pick one from the tree and take with it whatever was inside.  I explained to him that it was just for display and pictorial purposes.  When he heard it, he gamely posed in front of the huge tree and ask me to take his picture.&lt;br /&gt;
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Feng Shui experts say that this is an auspicious year, since a dragon is synonymous to prosperity.&amp;nbsp; I claim that this year is going to be filled with more blessings not just for my family but for the entire country,not because I was boen in the year of the dragon but because I believe that every year is God’s year.

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&lt;li&gt; Prior to being pregnant, a hopeful mom should ensure that she eats a healthy diet.  It should have a good amount of protein and less in carbohydrates, especially for someone with PCOS because it is also said as a pre-Diabetic condition.  I was told to ensure lots of fresh fruits and vegetables.  And being the non-milk drinker that I am, I was sworn to drink at least a glass each day or take in calcium supplements.&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt; I am also advised to monitor my body weight.  I was shown how to compute my body mass index (BMI).  She said that judging from my BMI, I am still in good shape. &lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt; We were also told to time our intercourse.  She said most couple made the mistake of  doing the deed everyday because they think it would give them the most awaited double lines.  The truth is, doing it every other day throughout the month is better and ensuring that there is a contact on the week of the women’s fertility increase the chance of pregnancy. &lt;/li&gt;
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There are still a lot of tips that we were told but I guess the above mentioned are the most important ones.  To date,  I am now three days delayed.  I took a pregnancy test yesterday but it was a big fat negative.  We are not losing hope though.  If it’s not gonna be this month, there are still more months to come.  God will surely deliver our baby in His time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666076783420038754-8319407632604486441?l=www.momfrommanila.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My kid is already in fourth grade and I have seen how he was able to connect well with another kid in school.  He has his own set of friends now and yes, he told me he has a best friend.  He introduced me to his best friend way back on his third grade.  They have been classmates since first grade.  And looking at them in these pictures, I can see their similarities.  I even kidded that they look like brothers.


And yes, you are guessing it right! Both of them loves to eat.


This is my first Mommy Moment entry for the year.  Happy Chinese New Year to all the other MM participants.


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The whole family was delighted to feast on the crabs specially the kid.  He was even nostalgic because he remembered eating Black Pepper crabs in Singapore last year.  After lunch, we took our afternoon nap.  When I woke up, I fried the Turon with Bacon and Cheese and then wake the kid up and snacked on the turons.  And since that was my rest day from work, I took a long &lt;del&gt;luxurious&lt;/del&gt; bath.  I was still inside the bathroom, when I heard the kid shouting how itchy his feet were feeling.  Hubby told him that he left the door wide open hence mosquitoes are coming in and started to pester him.  The kid knocked on the bathroom's door and then he shown me his feet.  His feet started swelling and he complained of itching.  I finish what I was doing and immediately handed him a teaspoon of sugar.  I read somewhere (and a doctor confirmed) that sugar is the first aid treatment for someone being attacked with allergies.  This is not the first time that he experienced the itchiness after eating seafoods.  The first time was with tiger prawns.  What bothers me is that each allergic attack seems worse than the previous one.  He was not treated by the teaspoonful of sugar so to speak.  I asked Hubby to immediately buy an antihistamine so can drink it.  I was searching on the net for alarming symptoms.  I read an article that mentioned that swollen mouth is a sign to be really alarmed off.  I was not able to sleep the whole night even after the kid was able to drink his antihistamine.  I was on the lookout of other sign that could be too alarming.  Gladly, after the dose of antihistamine, the sweeling went down and the itchiness became bearable and he was able to sleep through the night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that this is my Mommy Moment for this week but yes this really is.  To be honest it was the first time in this year that I was alarmed of his health.  My kid hardly get sick apart from the usual cough and colds.  I realized how important it is to know what foods and medicines would threaten the lives of our little ones.  As a mom, we have to be really aware of the foods they are allergic too.  I talked to my cousin who is a doctor and he told me that I still have to let him eat seafoods though in moderation.  This would make his body to produce the antibodies for the allergens.  I think it is call desensitization.  Though, I always have to carry his antihistamine in our travel bag.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned my lessons now.  I will always be on the lookout for allergic reactions especially with other seafood and will always make sure that we have available antihistamine wherever we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666076783420038754-3883841488004585341?l=www.momfrommanila.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I almost forgot that I had vertigo till it paid another ugly visit on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Vertigo /ˈvɜrtɨɡoʊ/ (from the Latin vertō "a whirling or spinning movement"[1]) is a type of dizziness, where there is a feeling of motion when one is stationary.[2] The symptoms are due to a dysfunction of the vestibular system in the inner ear.[2] It is often associated with nausea and vomiting as well as difficulties standing or walking.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it showed up four years ago, sysmptoms were rare but I got really scared.  Apart from the nausea and vomiting, I loss my sight for about ten minutes.  Unluckily, I was alone in the house that day.  I was blind but had to find my way to grab the phone and call my husband &lt;del&gt;and the office because I was supposed to have my shift in 3 hours&lt;/del&gt;.  When hubby came in, he saw me crying in the room, vomiting on the side and confused on what I should do.  Since, I do not know yet that it was vertigo, I was thinking what could have happened to me.  My world was literally spinning.  I could not even stand or walk without any help.  I need someone to hold on to just to stand up.  When the blindness went away, I asked Hubby to accompany me to the nearest hospital.  When we get there, the ER doctor asked me to lay down and gave a shot of some medications.  I fall asleep and when I woke up, I was told they gave me relaxants and I was told I had to take in some meds for the next two weeks.  I was also told to limit coffe or any caffeinated drinks as studies are showing that caffeine heightens the attacks of vertigo in some patients.  That was the last time I experienced vertigo till last week.  Early morning when I got up from bed, I already felt dizzy.  I didn't think that it was vertigo already.   I was able to go to work though I cannot say that I function properly.  I was burdened not just with dizziness but with occasional urges of vomiting as well.  When I was on my way home, I was yawning a lot in the train and even in the jeepneys.  When I arrived home, the dizziness heightened up and was already creating a lot of discomfort on me.  Needless to say I was able to sleep but I was not able to get up the next day.  My head is spinning so is my world.  It was as if the whole area revolves.  I dreaded another atack of vertigo but true enough like other illness it will strike you when it is least expected, when you are to busy worrying about a lot of things.  Yes, the doctor said the main reason why I had the attack was because I was to stressed.  Yes, it is indeed my body's way of telling me to lighten up and take some rest.  The sad part is that I had to bear the agony of vertigo because I am not to take any anti-vertigo pills since I am also trying to conceive. Doctors tell me just to rest and take some leave from work.  If the attacks heightens, I can take as much as one pill a day just to lower down the dizziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, I might be staying home for the next couple of months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666076783420038754-6608761031414561350?l=www.momfrommanila.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fjEvjmzL1Ko/SjoybTyZ7dI/AAAAAAAAGHA/vvoBI9WTgpg/s400/mamas_bday_atbp%252520074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fjEvjmzL1Ko/SjoybTyZ7dI/AAAAAAAAGHA/vvoBI9WTgpg/s400/mamas_bday_atbp%252520074.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;We called all her dearest friends, gave her sisters from Pangasinan and Cebu their fare so they could attend.  We bought her a three-tiered cake, which she really adored.  His brothers danced with her ala cotillion.  Their were roses for the wishes and balloons for more wishes.  We were able to show her how important a person she was and how she touched a lot of lives.  But, we did not know that was going to be her last.  She joined her creator six months after her 50th birthday.  But up to this day, she is remembered during her birthday and each day.  On top of anyone else, I look up to her as the ideal mother.  
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&lt;br /&gt;Mama, I know you are still there looking down on us, guiding us in your own way. I know, we had our times of disagreement but I know as well that even before I asked for forgiveness, you've already embraced me including all those faults.   I hope I am making you proud with how I am fulfilling my job as a mother to my son now.  I am so blessed to have you as my mother and I would not want anyone else.  I love you, Mama.
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eYKLBa6b3Kk/Sjoy3rHTpgI/AAAAAAAAGHY/yx0SoXubMZU/s800/mamas_bday_atbp%252520080-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 235px;" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eYKLBa6b3Kk/Sjoy3rHTpgI/AAAAAAAAGHY/yx0SoXubMZU/s800/mamas_bday_atbp%252520080-1.jpg" border="0" our last picture together="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;For this week, let us talk about our hobbies.  Ever since I could remember, I have always been a foodie.  I love to eat though a lot of those who know me personally says that my body is really good in not showing it.  Apart from consuming food, I also love creating them.  Yes, I love to cook and bake.  If given the chance to study again, I would definitely love to go to a culinary school.  Our kitchen is always busy especially during my restdays because that is my haven.  It is where I find peace and I love the aroma of food from my own kitchen.  I am so into cooking that I decided to devote my second blog to my second love.  I hope you could drop by &lt;a href="http://cooking.momfrommanila.com"&gt;Mom from Manila Cooks&lt;/a&gt;.
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&lt;br /&gt;Apart from food, other things that occupies my time are movies and TV series.  Right now, I am so into the Vampire Diaries that even Hubby gets excited when I tell him that a new episode is about to be shown.  I also love musicals so I easily got hook with Glee.  When it comes to movies, we mostly watched sci-fi but when I am with Hubby, we both love romantic movies such as The Notebook, our fave of all-time.  I am also always on the look out for new cooking shows or new episodes of the old ones. My personal favorite would be Chef Michael Smith's Chef at Home.  Just recently, my attention was also caught by one local teleserye, 100 days.
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&lt;br /&gt;I also love to do online scrapbooking. I really don't do this most of the time but it is one of my stress relievers.  I feel so creative using this online scrapbooking tools.  in the future, i wanna learn how to use photo editors like Gimp or Photoshop.
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&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna know what other things we are best in doing apart from parenting, just head on to Mommy Chris' site.
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Now aside from breastfeeding, cancer awareness is another advocacy that I want to push through.  Nine years ago, I came to realize that the Big C can actually creep into anybody's life.  Our Mom was diagnosed with Primitive Neuroectodermal Tumor, a rare type of cancer that attacks the nerves.  Prior to her diagnosis, we never really know what Cancer was.  All we know is that it exists and some are stricken and yes, I have to admit that I was thinking it was "sakit na pang-mayaman lang".  But, no, that really is not the case.  When Mom was diagnosed she was, I could about to enter the prime of her life.  My youngest brother was about to graduate from college the following year, which for her, could mean, that she was also about to graduate from her responsibility of sending us to school.  She could have enjoyed the life meant for her had it not been for the Big C.  We have a lot of plans that never pushed through because the funds had to be diverted on her medical expenses.  It was a painful experience specially for me, because I was the one that was tasked to look for other means to get additional assistance for her.  I lined up in PCSO's office, the congress and yes I was the one who always talked with doctors.  I educated myself regarding medical terms, and I was thankful that Google was already there to help me out.  Now, apart from the burden of looking for additional assistance,  I also appointed myself as my mom's personal caregiver.  I was the one who bathe her, fed her and gave her medicines.  For me, it was my way of showing my affection and it was my way of giving back all the attention that she had given the entire family.  And yes, I was doing all these things while I was also taking care of my new bown baby then.  Mama was never a hard patient to deal with.  She would obliged drinking whatever medicines that she is given, eating all the foods she is told to consume.  Cancer made us suffer financially, I would say.  But, it was also Cancer that brought the bond of our family even closer.  We learned how to say the rosary as a family.  We learned to live life fully day in and day out.  We learned to celebrate each milestone, however small it was.  We learned that we can only depend on each one.  And, in that in the end, we were able to realize how lucky we are for having Mama as our mother.  We witnessed how other people loved her and how she was able to make a difference in those person's lives.  Help came pouring in up until the time that she already passed away.  Not necessarily financial help but prayers. And for us, for me, that was what we really need then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Cancer could have taken her from us but the Big C did not took her memories with it.  Her memories will remain forever.  This is the reason why each time I know someone stricken with Cancer, I always tell them the story of my Mom, a story of a person who battled the disease for almost six years.  The very reason why I am joining fellow bloggers for the Charity Blogging for Cancer Awareness.  I would like people to know that it is indeed true that Cancer could take the people we dearly care about but it can be prevented.  We just have to be aware of what we eat, our lifestyle and specially how we take care of our bodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come December a whole day affair for for cancer patients and survivors.  There will be freebies, contests and performances.  To all Mommy bloggers out there, let us take time to help out cancer patients.  Let us make use of our power to spread the word.  Please go to &lt;a href="http://www.lifeandfever.com/2011/09/charity-blogging-for-cancer-awareness.html"&gt;Life and Fever&lt;/a&gt; to more about this upcoming event and how we can help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666076783420038754-2504157934558786329?l=www.momfrommanila.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He said he was urge by his parental conscience after seeing some students planking in those busy streets last Monday during the height of the transport strike.   &lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Parents and teachers have reason to be alarmed if these similar  protest actions will have as a scheme and scene otherwise warm and  living bodies laid down across street highways as though they were  offerings to the gods,” Castelo said in the explanatory note of House  Bill 5316.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“The parent in me tells me that this precedent in the case of the  this massive transport strike where militant street protesters who are  students of various schools have to lie down or serve as ‘planks’ across  the road to disrupt what should be normal traffic could just be very  dangerous in the future.  Life and limb are pretty much at risks here  were unbelieving bus drivers or law enforcement authorities might just  ram through these warm and living bodies rolled out on highways”,  Castelo added.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;To be honest, I first heard the word planking from Vice Ganda and it was used to describe what the show contestants was doing on stage.  At first I thought is was appropriate to say that is has the same meaning as tumbling.  But, when I heard about this law, I eventually seek the help of my friend ( well, our friend really!) Google and look for the meaning of the word.  And found its meaning as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Planking (noun) -  throwing or setting down clumsily or casually ; to  lay horizontally across any object or the ground with their arms by their sides, aiming to occur in daring situations or a brotherly display of core-strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yes, I agree to what the good representative was trying to point out.  Putting myself in the shoes of the moms of those students, maybe I will even thank him for thinking about the welfare of my child.  But bringing in some bill like this to our congress is like a joke.  I am not saying that it will not do any good to our country because I believe that in its very little way it could.  What I am emphasizing is that our country needs bills more than this one.  Perhaps, bills that would alleviate the status of the education system of our country or a bill that would perhaps bring in more opportunities to people living in the province so they don't have to go to Manila just to find a job, and yes not even a decent job at that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666076783420038754-2436486439488822864?l=www.momfrommanila.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This blog has not been written on for the last three weeks.&amp;nbsp; I had a very bad experience with my previous internet service provider and had already finished my contract with them.&amp;nbsp; I am now looking for a new internet company and hopefully will get my new connection within the first two weeks of September.&amp;nbsp; I was browsing through my favorite blogs today and cannot pass on this week's theme for the Mommy Moments, hence, I am joining the fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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So how do I teach my kid about finances?&lt;br /&gt;
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1. I make grocery time a bonding and educational time for us.&amp;nbsp; I let him check out on the price of our commodities.&amp;nbsp; If the items are not too much, I&amp;nbsp; ask him to list down the prices and them sum them up before going to the counter to pay the amount.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And oh, did I already share that we do our grocery as a family?&amp;nbsp; That way each one will have his say on what things to buy and the things that we could avoid buying.&lt;br /&gt;
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2.&amp;nbsp; He does have his own piggy bank.&amp;nbsp; And he only puts ten peso coin on his piggy bank.&amp;nbsp; He said he is saving for Christmas presents.&amp;nbsp; Last year, he was able to buy his gift to Lolo, Dada and Mama from his savings.&lt;br /&gt;
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3.&amp;nbsp; I always tell him that he needs to either save or work for things he would like to have.&amp;nbsp; There are times that we went to Toy Kingdom and he was asking if we could buy a Transformers toy.&amp;nbsp; I said not until I see that his exams are okay.&amp;nbsp; It made him realize that most of the times you will have to work to get what you would like to have.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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4.&amp;nbsp; It is also a common practice in the household to only get enough food that you can consume.&amp;nbsp; We do not allow anyone to have left overs on their plate.&amp;nbsp; This educates him not just about the value of money that was used to pay for the food but for the food on his plate as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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5.&amp;nbsp; Every June when school year opens, I also make it a point to instill the value of thriftiness.&amp;nbsp; We do not buy him new uniforms and new shoes or bags if he can still use his old ones.&amp;nbsp; I don't think it is depriving him on what he ought to have but more of letting him know that he needs to take care of his belongings because he will still be using most of them the next school year.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would say that my Mom instill in us the value of each cent earn, maybe because early on in our life we were already taught to handle our own finances.&amp;nbsp; She even sends us to the market to buy stuffs for our little sari-sari store then and we had our schedule of who will attend on the store.&amp;nbsp; I am just passing them on to my kid now.&amp;nbsp; For more tips on how to teach kids about the value of money, head on to Mommy Chris' &lt;a href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/2011/09/mommy-moments-financial-tips.html"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;I am still way to far to homeschooling my kid.  I mean, I would love to, but our schedules might not make it work for us.  Perhaps , next year, we are going to give it a try.
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