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Pimping My Sister c",).....Kidding! [Sunday | 19th September 2004 |
at 9:42pm]
[ mood | One Proud Sistah ]
[ music | Goodbye ~ Incubus ]


Abbie.21.Virgo.3rd in the Fam.



She celebrated her debut at 21 because she drinks like a man and smokes like my dad. Ha! (Im putting this on public coz there is a 100% chance she will get to read this. Just so she knows I know :P)

She was born uber dark but is now the whitest in the family. No. That is not the product of papaya soap. She lost a whole lot of blood when she was 3, due to aplastic anemia. My parents thought, well, believed, she was going to die. Miracles happen. She lives! She didn't talk when she was a babe, since she was delegated to her yaya all the time. Her yaya doted on her, parading her on our village like a doll, dressed up in porma clothes with curly pigtails. She opens her mouth to brush to let her yaya brush her teeth and when she is about to eat, spoon fed, by none other than yaya again. She had the famous Mukasim face when told to do so, and that is all the memories I have of her. She really didnt speak. Of course, when she got sick, I proved she had a voice, which irritated me and older bro all the time coz she was such a ngenge. Hahaha.

On to her life, she is the lawyer in the family, with a razor tongue and a very hard never-say-die attitude. She rarely loses a verbal fight with anyone of us, not unless it turns physical because she easily is overpowered by anybody, even our bunso, since she is the shortest. Standing at 5'4", she is short, compared to our family standards, and the lightest. She has this obsession with this super anorexic model Carmen Kazz. I dont know the spelling so bear with me. And since she idolizes a supermodel, she strives to be one. She is vain to the core. She will never let me live through this, but what the heck Abbie? It's your day so.....


Some Abigailicous Facts:
1. Looking at her face, what do you notice? :) She is pango. When she graduated Cum Laude from her B.S. Journalism class in Unibersidad ng Santo Tomas (applause! applause!), she received these gifts from her Ninangs: moolah, a Technomarine watch prized at $250.00 AND a free rhinoplasty (read:nose job) if she wants one. She didnt get one. Thank heavens. Imagine having to bear day by day the constant teases that are her siblings! Hehehe.

2. She has a J.Lo Butt, a Vina Morales torso, a dimple, and relaxed hair. Hair is her prized possession. She used to spend all her earnings on tutoring our cousin on her hair.

3. She is a neat freak when it comes to her body. She spends two hours on the loo, uses three types of soaps on her body, and I dont know what else.

4. A neat freak that she is, she is a complete burara when it comes to her things. We always get into fights because I simply refuse to let her borrow any of my things. It simply gets lost. She has this Midas touch except that instead of turning things into gold,it just becomes invisible. And wait until you see her closet. One word: Ipis! Ipis!

5. She was a born achiever. She graduated Valedictorian in High School and Cum Laude in College, while being a part of the chess varsity team, the high school newspaper editor-in-chief and later on, part of the newsteam of Varsitarian, UST's paper, while being part of the Student Council, and playing around with Boys ;)

6. She speaks rapid fire English when pissed off (just like me, but she uses those fucking high-fallooting words), like: "Despite the overwhelming evidence on the contrary"...We are all: What the fcuk was that?!?

7. She adores my son to death. Despite her non-stop "Ate, your son is too spoiled!" chant, she spoils him to death. She taught him the games you can play with Kumot and introduced him to dwarfs. That bitch. :P

8. She loves to sleep flat on her back, and one time, because of her J.Lo butt, her coccyx bone was permanently broken/bent. If you dont know that bone, sorry na lang I wont tell. :P

9. Despite her intelligence, she is no geek. She probably (well, she most have been) has kissed more men than I have.

10. She (well, we) consult our bunso, Agnes, for fashion advice. Only she takes it to extreme sometimes when she refuses to go out because she doesn't know what to wear. She is that self-conscious.

11. She can easily be bribed. Even after 24 hours of no sleep, I can make her go to SM with me to play yaya to Mato. Just make sure you get her spaghetti. :)

12. She never liked brushing her teeth when she was a kid, she had rotten teeth and now, she is teeth-conscious. She brushes them, flosses them, and wants braces with them. She will get it anyway. Ninang will give it as a birthday present.

13. She writes well. Duh! Journalism Graduate. Hahaha.

14. She, among all of us, inherited my Mom's OC trait.

15. We love her to death, literally, because Austriacos are like that. Undemonstrative. But Emotional. c",)




And...just so you know, she is taken. c",)


And since you call me Bitch, and we are sisters:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH!
be good!
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Nursing Care Plan [Sunday | 19th September 2004 |
at 9:30am]
[ mood | impending major trangkaso ]
[ music | You Make Me Sick ]

Subjective:

"Im going to be sick. My body hurts and I cant eat because it hurts when I swallow. I have a headache."


Objective:
Inflammed Tonsils
Body Temperature: 38.5C
Pain Scale: 4/10

Diagnosis:
Altered body temperature due to infection as evidenced by fever.
Alteration in comfort due to headache as verbalized by the patient with the pain scale 4/10.

Plan of Care:
1. To bring down fever to normal range within 4 hours.
2. To help alleviate client's pain from a pain scale of 4/10 to 1/10.

Intervention:
1. Provide analgesics as prescribed by the doctor ~ Advil.
2. Tell client to drink lots of liquids.
3. TSB ~ Tepid Sponge Bath.
4. Tell client to rest.

Evaluation:
After 4 hours of care, client's fever was gone as evidenced by a body temperature of 37.2C. Client still complained of a "killer headache" and increased body malaise.

Recommendation:
Rest. Tell client to rest.


Nurse is sick.
Anyone willing to be Nurse this time? :-S
10s here!

You Think You Know but You Have No Idea! [Wednesday | 15th September 2004 |
at 1:44pm]
[ mood | happy joy joy kasi sweldo na! ]
[ music | Crazy ~ Javier ]

Leave a comment with your name if you want to know what I really think of you, and I'll reply and tell you. No lies, all honesty, no punches pulled, I shit you not. Post it in your journal after I do yours so I can see the reverse.
20s here!

The Thank You Speech [Saturday | 11th September 2004 |
at 11:49pm]
Graduation for Nursing School falls on October 4. The finality of it even if I had not passed the Board exams yet is overwhelming. I am overwhelmed with relief (that it's over), uncertainty (where will I go from here?), fear of the unknown (will i pass? will i be successful with this vocation? will i be a failure after driving myself crazy for almost two years?), but most of all, with gratitude (i can never say thank you enough.). I'll go emo for a moment and say I would not have been able to go through everything without everybody's support yet it IS true. I would not have finished Nursing School (with flying colors), without everybody's support. And like speeches thanking the usual folk - The Big Man Up There, parents, husband, kid, yada, yada, I'd like to thank the certain people who really made school bearable, easy, challenging, and something I have come to love.


So I would like to thank (drum roll please.):


Auntie Issa,

I can never say thank you enough for paying through Nursing School and all but we both know it is more than that. Thank you for trusting me enough to actually believe investing on my education would be a worthy investment - despite my many liabilites. I incredibly disappointed you when I had Matthew at a time when you were envisioning a doctor god-daughter, but you said nothing. Instead, you sent me so many things for the baby, gave me more than enough to finish school, sustained me through the time I was reviewing for the Med. Tech. board exams and when I passed, still offered to pay through my med school. I counter offered with Nursing School instead. I am misinterpreted as your charity case but as you have said, you actually believe that someday, you will see me at the top, which is more than enough for me to strive harder, because somebody is counting on it. Believe me, (and I have my mother's permission for it already), my diploma, my medals, they all go to you. You now have a guaranteed Nurse when you grow old, provided my Mom doesn't go first.


Nana Au, I would not have been Super Girl without you, my sidekick. People ask me how do I do it, be a full-time student/full-time mom/full-time employee. I simply tell them sheer force of will, blind determination, a lot of luck, and magnificent people. You take care of all the things I have no time for -- fix my bed, wash and iron my clothes, make me favorite drink, bear my rants and tantrums, and look for Matthew. You wake me up when it is time to go to work or school whether it be at 3AM or 3PM, wake me up some more when I refuse to get out of bed and if all else fails, get Matthew to jump in my back so I would (finally) wake up. Paying you almost a quarter of my salary every month is never enough for the service you have rendered me and my family. True, you can be a pain in the butt sometimes, but people have differences, and I'm keeping you even if I move out of the house, even if that would cost me an additional thousand bucks to cover what my mom is giving you. And someday, I will find a way to let you go home to see you other 5 kids whom you haven't seen in 10 years. Give me another year. That is a promise.


Maricel, I nearly did not enroll for the second semester -- truth be told, I spent half of what is for my enrollment drowning myself into shopping and eating out to get rid of depression. I started working, started earning; it was the lowest point of my life. Edil left, I felt ugly, every color in my life suddenly turned to gray. Then you stepped in, paid my tuition fee, and sobered me up. You call me to go to school when I simply would not want to go. You give copies of books I never have the money to buy (And because in a government agency, photocopying is free.)You push me, push me until I loved what I am doing. And there is nothing I can do to repay you for preventing me to commit what would have been my biggest mistake: quitting. All my classmates, aged 30 years and above, for inspiring me to never stop learning. And hoping. Thank you for treating me like the baby of class, which I never was treated like ever in my life. For bringing me food when I come straight from an 8 hour job to report to class at 8AM without sleep nor bath.


You get by with a little help from your friends c",)

In my case, a lot of help.


Thank you God!!
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[Saturday | 11th September 2004 |
at 12:50am]
New layout!
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As Queer as Sex and the City [Saturday | 4th September 2004 |
at 5:00am]
We needed this. To go out, catch up with each other's lives.
We did this over breakfast.
Instead of bonding over margaritas, cosmopolitans and finger foods, we did it over cups of Milo, hasbrowns and pancakes in the yellow-dressed clown fastfood chain.

It felt good, catching up with the few remaining friends I have left in the office. And better when we saw a former officemate.

And I again fell in love with Edil, and was amazed at how universal love is and how we love the same way with only slight differences. The secrets of relationship and tricks to sparing your heart.

But then sparing your heart from heartbreak means wearing your heart on your sleeve all the time, unselfishly, never expecting. Unconditionally.

That Me, Me, Me doesn't always equate to Always Me.

That I am Carrie and instead of having Mr.Big, I have Mr. Small. *wink* Good thing, in real life, I did get to end up with Mr. Big c",).

That czakey was Miranda, always practical, almost seemingly unemotional. Head over heart all the time. As we have said, she should have been a man.

That opium_knight was Charlotte, to our surprise. Hence, he turned into Andrea c",). As we have said, you should have been a woman.

Im starting to crave breafast every week.
Takes away the kinks out of my body.
18s here!

Because I only had 3 hrs of sleep, a survey is all I can post.... [Friday | 3rd September 2004 |
at 8:34am]




You're The Catcher in the Rye!

by J.D. Salinger

You are surrounded by phonies, and boy are you sick of them! In an
ongoing struggle to search for a land without phonies, you end up running away from
everything, from school to consequences. In this process, you reveal that many people
in your life have suffered torments and all you really want to do is catch them as
they fall. Perhaps using a baseball mitt. Your biggest fans are infamous
psychotics.



Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.

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Loving. [Thursday | 2nd September 2004 |
at 10:03pm]
[ mood | contemplative ]
[ music | Never Letting Go ~ Stephen Bishop ]

On the way home from work earlier, I was thinking about the almost-one-year borderline craziness with H and how I ever used to think he was a better man than Edil.

In some ways, he was indeed better. He was a man of the world, very urbane, gentle to the core, romantic, a bachelor. But then Edil was a better man not only for what he is, but for what he has done for me.

Mutual friends always say how lucky Edil was to have me because I'm this and that. And I would be such a liar to say it didn't get to my head at times. Everytime we would fight, I would keep my head up even though I perfectly knew I was wrong. Simple. He was lucky to have me. Because I am.

But then I got to thinking, if Edil was thinking the same thing that I was but instead of having the reason Because I am, he would have the reason Because I have...

Then it hit me. Loving is not being lucky to have some person as a gift. It is more than that. It's what you make of yourself as a gift to that person. "Because I am" can be such perfect example to selfishness. Simply because, I maybe this and that but have I given?

On the way home from work earlier, I was thinking about the almost-one-year borderline craziness with H and how I ever used to think he was a better man than Edil.

He isn't.

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Sometimes, I make my own ghosts.... [Friday | 27th August 2004 |
at 2:00am]
[ mood | confusing myself.. ]
[ music | She Will Be Loved ~ Maroon 5 ]

Ok.

So Paranoid, Cynical, Insecure Ol' Aggie decides to sneak up on me again.
Our relationship is running so smoothly -- too smoothly in fact, it gives me insane hunches that this is all too good to be true.


But then again, sometimes you are just so used to experiencing not-that-best moments that you think they are best moments.


Im finding more reasons to love everyday.
And for some insane reason, I want to see him wake up next to me every morning.

And coming September 5th, Ill be assigned to morning shifts and that means we can finally have the time to be in the same time zone, not like acting we are on a long distance relationship surviving through YMs and numreous text messages.

Sense of this entry?
I ♥ Edil.
So much now than before.




Ugh.
Super uber keso.
Hahaha.
Only he can make me write like this.

2s here!

Kasi Lahat Sila Meron :) [Thursday | 26th August 2004 |
at 2:35pm]
The Fool Card
You are the Fool card. The Fool fearlessly begins
the journey into the unknown. To do this, he
does not regard the world he knows as firm and
fixed. He has a seemingly reckless disregard
for obstacles. In the Ryder-Waite deck, he is
seen stepping off a cliff with his gaze on the
sky, and a rainbow is there to catch him. In
order to explore and expand, one must disregard
convention and conformity. Those in the throes
of convention look at the unconventional,
non-conformist personality and think What a
fool. They lack the point of view to understand
The Fool's actions. But The Fool has roots in
tradition as one who is closest to the spirit
world. In many tribal cultures, those born with
strange and unusual character traits were held
in awe. Shamans were people who could see
visions and go on journeys that we now label
hallucinations and schizophrenia. Those with
physical differences had experience and
knowledge that the average person could not
understand. The Fool is God. The number of the
card is zero, which when drawn is a perfect
circle. This circle represents both emptiness
and infinity. The Fool is not shackled by
mountains and valleys or by his physical body.
He does not accept the appearance of cliff and
air as being distinct or real. Image from: Mary
DeLave http://www.marydelave.com/


Which Tarot Card Are You?
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_______________
Unconventional.
Not Affected By Other People.
Eccentric.
Weird :)
Me.
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Dimasalang. [Wednesday | 25th August 2004 |
at 12:04pm]
[ mood | cold & n d brink of catchin' 1 ]
[ music | Truth Hurts ~ Usher ]

I live in Dimasalang, Manila.
If you are a guy and have given flowers at one point of your life to a girl (or likewise), you would know Dimasalang. You would be one of those who flock en masse every Valentine's Day to buy the best kind of flowers to whoever was the girl (of the mo') during that time.

If you are (or have been) a student in the University Belt, you would know Dimasalang.
Because this would be one of your worst nightmares when rains start.
It becomes a virtual WaterWorld.

I walked in floodwaters today. Thank God it was for only 5 meters (15 steps) because Manong Driver of the Jeepney was brave enough to drive through thigh-high (Yes, Im 5'7" and the floodwaters were thigh-high) waters. Thank God for the soon-to-rise SM Mall one block from our house because they had our whole street (and the streets surrounding the former San Lazaro Racetrack) raised to at least my knee.

I have lived there for 8 years and only had to walk through mirky flood twice. The worst was walking from UST to our place which would require me to go to the famous Dangwa and walk through floating...yuck...Everytime a truck would pass by, it would seem as if there are tidal waves. Many students who are not as blessed with height were crying since the water was high enough to reach their pekpeks. Hell, I was walking on tiptoes to save mine. But I digress.

I love Dimasalang.
Our street is the classic Pinoy street. Sari-Sari stores everywhere. Lazy Bums. LOTS of kids. Our lot was an ancestral house which was converted to duplex houses, one for each of the children of my Great GrandFather (who lived to be 102 years old!). Our family was Old family in Dimasalang. I remember the first time I moved in there to live with my Lolo and Lola, I was scared. There were kanto boys everywhere. But since we were Old Family and Sanchezes were treated with respect, I was never harmed. It was even the reason I never got to wade through floodwaters. Once they see me, they hail the nearest trisikad (tricycles on bicycles) and get me in - sometimes for free (Of course, I would double the pay.). It was the reason I can go home at 3 in the morning and walk with my porma clothes since Im sure the holdapers living in the slums at the back of our streets would not even consider stealing from a Sanchez. They tried to steal a mountain bike of my Uncle once and they only got to enjoy it for a few hours.

I bore a striking resemblance to my Mom so the other Old Families there would smile at me a lot and call me Mariles and ask about Francis, my boyfriend. They would then be surprised that Im Mariles' daughter and yes, her boyfriend of 10 years is my Dad. The owner of Matthew's school was a student of my Mom in UST High School so we had special treatment.

But what I love most about Dimasalang is the food. Across our house is a pancitan which you can buy the most delicious pancit malabon ever (I kid you not. They have now franchises in Las Pinas and Paranaque). They have real authentic squid and lots and lots of chicharon. Beside that is my favorite bakery of all time, Ralin's which has the softest pandesal (beats Pugon). Then there is Aling Cedes' Store which is a stone's throw away from our house. They offer everything -- from mice traps to Worcheister (Sp?) sauce. Name it, Aling Cedes has it. Every afternoon, you can have the choice of the sweetest turon loaded with lots of langka, the super super asim green mangoes with bagoong, the lumpiang togue with suka, ginataan with lots of saba, halo-halo if the weather permits, and everything else. If you are not craving for Hepa A street foods, go to Mini Stop 2 blocks away. Of course, you can indulge in Dirty Ice Cream all the time. Manong Suki makes sure he wakes me up before he goes to the other street. He knows I need my avocado ice cream.

Matthew gets Taho every morning. We can have barbecue and liempo if we want to, delivered to us free of charge. UST is a stone's throw away so we can call Jollibee, McDo, Wendys, Pizza Hut or even Yellow Cab. When I was deep in books before and spent nights at home, Id engage in Balut. Every Night c",).

I have grown to love Dimasalang.
I have mastered the art of avoiding floods, estimating if it is going to flood.
I have mastered the streets which are high and passable.

And though we have moved houses 5 times in my life, from South to North of Manila, I have considered Dimasalang my home.

16s here!

♥ Edil ♥ [Saturday | 21st August 2004 |
at 1:53pm]
[ mood | Cheesy ]
[ music | Hoobastank ~ Reason ]

1. The effort of simply giving up something I abhor. -- smoking.
2. Going to the Hoobastank Concert and calling me up when they sang "Reason". (Even if I have no idea what Reason is. Hahaha!! Sobrang Manang yata ako c: )
3. Going out of his way to score me Bench Understatement Fashion Show Tickets (even if I didnt get to go), just because I loved to see Diether (and adding how much he hated that bi/fag/man c:)
4. Sending at least 20 SMS a day (yes, I counted!) and calling me even for at least a minute before he goes to sleep.
5. Tolerating my PMS-ing. Nuff said.

So you Guys now have a clue:
- We girls are cheesy.
- We need and bask in the attention, even if it as lame as sending SMS that says: "Good Morning!"
- You don't need to make an effort. If you wanted to give time, you would.
- PMS is true. We have hormonal increase and get demanding. jealous. insecure. You dont have to understand. Just take it as what it is.

3s here!

Princess Moonbeam [Thursday | 19th August 2004 |
at 8:33am]
[ mood | disgusted to the core ]
[ music | Angry Music ]

I never did finish browsing through the whole site.
It literally made me sick. And for the life of me, this is the first time I really wanted to puke after reading or seeing anything so disgusting.

People who do these things have no soul.
They are the spawns of the devil.
No.
They are the devil.

Read. Then Share.
I chanced upon this while browsing through LJ. It got featured in Oprah too.

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An Open Letter to Blurty [Wednesday | 4th August 2004 |
at 6:46am]
[ mood | sad ]
[ music | Through the Fire ]

I started blogging around June last year to relieve myself of pain. I was heartbroken, vulnerable and was at-this-point-to-a-breakdown. I will be forever grateful to eaxea for bringing me to the world of Blurty.

I had been writing in journals ever since I was a kid and had just forgotten all about it when life got too busy. So when Blurty came, I devoured the therapeutic effect it had on me. I can say whatever I want, I can be so emo-to-the-core and could not care less. But what Blurty has been given me was more than that. It gave me access to people's thoughts and otherwise hidden lives, and gave me the chance to have virtual online friends. I used to think meeting people online was kabaduyan at its finest. Online friendships don't last. But I was proven wrong.

Guys, you dont know how much I look forward to reading your entries, day by day, hour after hour. You dont know how much I look so "buwang" laughing my ass off in front of my office PC after reading your hilarious entries, or shouting cuss words when one of you gets hurt, aggravated or plain pissed. I cried when you cried. And honestly, I could not even begin telling you how powerful words can be. For through your words, I have been given access to your thoughts, feelings and own identity. People might say blogging can never be total honesty. You can always put yourself behind a mask and disguise. True. But with Blurty and with the friends I have found, it isn't. That is why I keep coming back to you.

You have seen me through everything. From breaking up with Edil, getting obsessed and loving H, my struggles with weight, with Matthew, with being a single Mom. I have given you access to what seems be info only given to friends you have known for years. You were there one fateful day when Edil came back, and I was so overwhelmed with your reactions!!! Never could I imagine everybody so happy for me to the point of sending me YM Messages and texts and calling. I have found and met great friends, though it saddens me that I have never been to any EB yet. Life has been so busy.

The point of all this?

I think you were already anticipating this -- from the seemingly lack of comments, and different entries, the moment I turned almost all of my entries private. I have moved to another land. But not because of you. It is primarily because of technical issues and the limit of friends. I am at this point in my blogging that I have realized that I can read blogs just for pleasure, not for having friends..etc. etc.

I cannot and will not leave Blurty behind. MY LIFE has been accurately documented with Blurty. I read my past entries and cried. I read all the hurt. And I got mushy and kilig when I read Edil's first text, how we got back together, the marriage proposal, the civil wedding. And your comments left me happy. You were there for me every step of the way.

I have moved here and publicly, here. If you are in any of those lands, tell me. My LJ is filtered as hell, so once you add me, tell me who you are, and Id give you access (as always) to everything.

I would always be here. Kasi di ko kaya maiwan eh :) Lab ko kasi kayo.

I would be wed January or Feb of 2005. Matthew is growing up to be more like his Dad. Each day with Edil is a struggle but then, love is not all about happiness and highs. I have proven that I love him despite everything, and that in a sense, we are truly survivors.

I would love to meet all of you still.

And just in case Blurty goes down forever, save this info:
Mary Agatha Austriaco-Aviso
Email: agathaavisoATyahooDOTcom; aggie.avisoATgmailDOTcom
Mobile: 63920 9059768

Till the next entry.
This is Aggie Austriaco-Aviso signing off.

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Time Alone with the Kiddo [Monday | 2nd August 2004 |
at 9:54am]
[ mood | content ]
[ music | Naughty ~ Beyonce ]





So the Brat and I finally had some alone time yesterday, since we were booted out of the house because Mom needed to clean the house in preparation for the Fatima coming today. Nana Au was on a rest day, the other designated Yayas [Read: My Younger Sisters, Yaya Abigail and Yaya Agnes] were prohibited to go out since they will helping my Mom. So it was just me and Matthew in exile c",) for almost 12 hours outside. It was actually fun. We went to Great Grandmother "Lola Lola Rose", ate Cheese Popcorn, walked, tickled, and laughed. He is growing up too fast. He can actually talk straight (English) and argue with my nonsense answers just to shut him up! He is at this "Why?" stage -- like everything needs to have reasons. How would you answer this - Why is Good Morning called Good Morning? Why does Spongebob get killed and still alive? Why did SharpTooth kill Little's Foot Mother? Or it might be one of those nonsense things -- Why do we need money to buy e pwede naman hingi? c: Haaaaay....Matthew is turning 4 this December. Time flies sooo fast, Im getting scared and overwhelmed.

I sometimes think being at home and being a full-time Mom will do me (and Matthew) good. I sometimes wish life was not that hard. I slept 10 hours last night! And Me and my boy were up at 5AM! The Kiddo actually wanted Jollibee Chickenjoy saying his: "Mommy, I'm hungry!" line. So off we went.


Matthew is about to go to school. And I wonder what I will be doing. Im not used bumming around this much. By this time, Im either at the hospital doing clinicals, asleep from work, or otherwise out doing something. Im not even used to posting like this!! Hahaha!



But knowing me, in a day or two, Im up and running again. And come to think of it, I need to go to school tomorrow.
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Since My Mind's A Mess and I need Time for it to Clear So I can Really Update c: [Saturday | 31st July 2004 |
at 11:33am]
[ mood | blah ]

13 Random Things You Like:
1. CHOCOLATES!!!!
2. mango shakes
3. coffee
4. strawberries - fresh or with whipped cream
[ teka, puro na lang food ah!]
5. gadgets - digicam, PDAs, notebook, etc.
6. jeans - bootleg, capris, hipsters
7. classy(ic) clothes
8. blogging / stalking people's blogs/LJs c:
9. chucks, chucks, chucks
10. butterflies
11. stars
12. pictures and scrapbooks
13. snail mail

12 Good Movies:
1. Love Affair
2. Patch Adams
3. Riding in Cars with Boys
3. My Best Friend's Wedding
4. The Passion of Christ
5. Fools Rush In
6. Monsters Inc (I love Boo!)
7. Hihintayin Kita sa Langit (Richard - Dawn)
8. Sana Maulit Muli (Hehehe.. \w/ Like ko sya eh!)
9. Never Been Kissed
10. 50 First Dates
11. LOTR Trilogy
12. Regine's and Sharon's Movies c:

11 Good Bands / Artists:
1. Regine V.
2. Usher
3. Eminem (His lyrics are so angry yet relevant..I dunno)
4. Julia Fordham
5. James Taylor
6. Barry Manilow (.....Do you get what I dig now?! OLD!! HarHar!)
7. Eraserheads (Their Circus Album was the Greatest.)
8. Side-A
9. Maroon 5
10. Red Hot Chilli Peppers
11. B.E.P

10 Things About Me:
1. I can eat nothing but sip mango shakes all day.
2. I read magazines back to front.
3. I have this "thing" for Chinese guys. My ideal guys are Morenos, but I always end up liking chinky-eyed men.
4. I am very moody. Like I have a Mood disorder. I can be so bitchy one minute and so jolly the next. I dont know why.
5. Matthew and I still sleep cuddling together. c: He needs to have my heavy arm draped over his tummy so he can rub my elbow. Weird c:
6. Edil was my first and last. ♥♥♥
7. I remember the tiniest details of conversations - which is great for remembering with friends, bad for quarrels with Edil c:
8. I take something sweet for breakfast, even if it means it is only Coke.
9. I H A T E waiting.
10. I love Edil. Even if. Inspite Of. Period. ♥

9 Good Friends:
1. MNI
2. Jen Boyero
3. Teena
4. PB
5. Wiway
6. ET
7. Rio
8. Ate Joanne
9. H

8 Favorite Food/Drinks:
1. Coffee Crumble Ice Cream
2. Blueberry Cheesecake
3. New York's Finest Yellow Cab Pizza
4. Caramel Frappucino
5. ChickenJoy!
6. Mango Shakes
7. Tapa ni Mommy
8. Spaghetti Ni Mommy

7 Songs That You Can Relate To:
I will skip this part since I am so bad with Titles of Songs c:

6 Things / People That / Who Annoy Me:
1. People who ask impertinent questions. Pwede ba?
2. Matthew's tantrums. Super. Hands Down.
3. Edil's and Dad's Smoking. I can tolerate everybody else, but not them.
4. Posers. Yung mga Subtle Flirts. Yung mga Feeling Maganda/Gwapo Hinde Naman.
5. Two-Timers. Cheaters. Unfaithful Lovers.
6. Mga Burarang Tao

5 Things I Touch Everyday:
1. My Body :P
2. Matthew
3. Cellphone
4. PC at work
5. Food!

4 Shows I Watch:
1. Nick Jr.
2. Spongebob Squarepants
3. Wala na!
4. Wala ng time eh!

3 Celebrities I Have A Crush On:
1. Diether c:
2. Colin Farrell
3. Keanu

People I Have Kissed: (I will exclude Family and Friends c:)
1. Edil
2. Guess? c:

1 Person I Can Spend My Whole Life With:
1. EDILBERTO S. AVISO

here!

Prince Brat [Saturday | 17th July 2004 |
at 5:08am]
[ mood | clam ]

Yesterday was the schedule of Prince Brat to go to the mall. He has been looking forward to this since three weeks past, since he has been used to going every 4 days when my Virtual Money Cards were mine (in my wallet) to keep.

Since both the Slave Dad and Slave Mom had just received wages, off they go.

Prince Brat went home with new clothes, an Art table, a crayon box (which is his 10000x10th), a Spidey toy, a full stomach. A big smile.

Slave Dad and Slave Mom went home without nothing but the feeling of satisfaction that Prince Brat didn't throw his Royal Decree Tantrums.

Slave Dad needed an additional Shirt. Because he only has 2 which needs to fit in his 5 day slave week.
Slave Mom needed shoes. And shirts. Because her work shoes broke.
But all for the love of Prince Brat.
All for the love.

You only realize the value of loving unconditionally when you would rather die, or be inconvenienced, than see the love of your life frown.

Ika nga ng Lola ko: "Isusubo mo na lang, ibibigay mo pa sa kanila."

I want Consuelo De Bobo: I want a Venti, Coffee-Based, Starbucks Coffee Jely with whipped cream and Caramel on Top.

/Or another of those Planters Cheeze Curls :)

5s here!

Buy Her Dream? [Friday | 16th July 2004 |
at 4:31am]
[ mood | inspired ]

I'm from the wonderful land of LJ. And there are numerous times when I have been left awestruck, dumb-founded and downright inspired by entries of certain people. This is going to be one them. I would not impose that you support her. But know that if she can brave crossing the impossible just for her dream, why would we be such cowards to chase ours?



(stolen verbatim from Ping)



"Pia  has nothing to lose. She will dive in head-first, without care if she will ever make it out alive. She is irrational, thoughtless, and crazy--to say the nicest things. And because of that, she will reach places even her dreams have not even heard of.


Hahahaha how dramatic. Let's all support our local superwoman, Pia Faustino! Yay!"


Buy this dream?

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Getting the Groove. [Sunday | 11th July 2004 |
at 1:59am]
[ mood | bouncy ]
[ music | Save the Last Dance Soundtrack ]

Remember this post?

I got my groove back.
I was just listening to mp3s, surfing, doing my usual stuff when I realized I was alone.
Without second thought, I stood up, started some head bobbing and before I knew it, I finished 5 tracks.

I was sweating like a pig, breathless.
But I was really high.

Dancing always gave me that high. Once I moved my feet and danced with the music, I was lost. I was riding with the beat like a paper swaying to gusts of air.

And it always made me feel good.
It was my opium.

I have been dancing since then.
And I have not been wanting.
Rather, it made me want to give myself more.

Aggie got her groove back :)

1 here!

And there she goes. [Saturday | 10th July 2004 |
at 4:07am]
[ mood | happy ]

First Public Entry. (again)
New layout.

I survived one year of Blogging.
Thanks eaxea

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