Monday, November 30, 2009

new mooning

eddie manny: uncanny...

i'd most likely end up watching new moon later. unless 2012 is still showing. in which case...ta-dah! exciting sfx. ya, i know im such a geek. heheheh.

Thursday, November 26, 2009

Weeds and the Uni

anyone who has seen weeds either love andy or celia. depending on which season. this season for me, it's andy.

now he has his own university, the university of andy. *click here* love him. now!

Thursday, November 5, 2009

random 5

5 random non-baby-related things that keep me busy these days:

1. relaxed gymtime.
not as manic as before, but hoping to resculpt me. inspiration: gabby reece (lol...doingk!)

2. plants versus zombies.
popcap game. omg. i am so hooked. talk about being useless.

3. fringe & dexter.
seriously...more about these later.

4. facebook.
need i say more?

5. motion graphics.
my new love...i love to look @ people's showreels such as this one below. inspiration, please...

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

postcards from my fraggle rock

As a typical child of the 70’s and 80’s, I consider Jim Henson to be one of the most important figures of my childhood. We are a generation that grew up watching the Holy Trinity of Henson TV: Sesame Street, Muppet Show, and Fraggle Rock.

Sesame Street introduced the beauty of stop motion animation to me. Muppet Show showed me the allure of being behind the scenes. Fraggle Rock bred an awareness and fascination for the existence of perspectives different from mine.

My favorite character is Red, she’s a very cool chick, but Uncle Traveling Matt *click here for his blog* turns out to have the deepest impact on me. He traveled the outer space and sent postcards to the store outside Fraggle Rock. An adventurer. Imagine that.

I started collecting postcards sometime in the mid-90’s. This was a direct tribute to Uncle Traveling Matt, and just traveling in general.

With postcards, I don’t mean e-cards. I mean physical ones.

I have a whole stack of them. I love receiving a postcard and reading the usual short little anecdote written on them. It’s like a photograph or video of the sender, and where the sender was, what the sender saw…only more intimate.

I love the lack of self-consciousness a relaxing holiday brings. All of these elements come together preserved and beautiful in its author’s hurry, written (by hand!) by a blessed soul whose senses have just been enriched by new experiences.

Two of my recent favorites are: the one from Nelz you see above, and one of Dennis’(an old flatmate) from Mallorca.

They both ran around Europe a couple of months back, and from many of their destinations, they mailed a postcard for me. I could trace their routes ona map if I so please from the dates on their postcards. It’s like being in a movie…*musical scoring goes here*

That rocks.

All together now: Eyelavettootheworld!

Monday, October 5, 2009

typhoon weekend

On the last Saturday of last month, oblivious to Ondoy, we followed Audrey’s schedule for her next round of shots. We made our monthly trip to Asian Hospital in Alabang that morning @ 10.

When we got to Magallanes, Jerome and I looked at each other, shrugged, and continued driving into Slex. We took a chance and gambled, braving the “crazy monsoon rain” pelting against Bertha, the old station wagon.

Turns out it was a good decision. Magallanes was one of the places submerged in man-height-deep water. We would’ve been trapped there, had we decided to turn back…flashflood and all.

Bertha is an automatic Volvo, courageously negotiating through a significant amount of thigh high water along SLEX.

Our hearts froze when the car stalled in a pool of knee deep muddy water about 20 meters from the toll gate entering Alabang. We had Audrey with the Yayas at the back, and the rain was remorseless. With a stubborn repetitive “Nonononononoo…” from me, Jerome was able to make faithful Bertha start again.

We knew there was no question of us driving back to Mandaluyong. Fuggedabuddit…We checked into the Condotel beside Asian Hospital. We called our families, made sure everyone’s fine and secure, as we tucked in for the night.

That night, we watched in horror at the devastation Ondoy wreaked.

Some of my coworkers lost pets, cars, another lost parts of his home. But many, remembered the most important thing: those are just things, and gave thanks for their and their family’s safety.

Out of the destruction made by Ondoy, rose heroes. The quick, resolute way many people extended help gives us hope. The Filipino is still innately kind and compassionate. NGO’s and Volunteers quickly got organized.

Nobody pays the government agencies any mind. Everyone just dismisses them as a bunch of…people from the government. Not as effective. Sad, really.

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Thursday, September 24, 2009


my little girl was recently baptised (catholic--as promised to my husband). she's such a trooper, crying very little, even when you could see she was frightened. she wore her gown for a total of 10 minutes.

think she got stressed out... and got sick as predicted, thank god she is well now. her cough coincided with a growth spurt--so she has been gaining weight even as she looks (a little) skinnier, and somewhat taller.

she's beginning to show some personality too--showing an open-mouthed, toothless hollywood smile before she "serenades" us each morning with her "song".

okay, i probably am starting to sound like a boring nightmare mom. LOL.

Saturday, September 5, 2009


5 hours of pumping--to produce half an ounce.

i set aside a whole box of breastpumps to return, to keep and to toss out (broken). it brought me back to the time i felt the pressure of wanting desperately to produce enough milk for my baby. i hated that i could not make my body do this.

i hated that i did not prepare for this. i thought the whole time during my pregnancy, that i would not have milk, as i would be fighting biology.

i am chinese. every chinese woman/mother that i asked either did not have milk or did not bother. i figured my race is just superlatively and biologically NONMATERNAL. we hire filipinos to care for our young. we do not produce milk. then we just overcompenste when the child is all grown up by going all joy luck club on them. amen.

hopefully, i would be the exception. there are certain things i still have control over.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Blessings (3rd of a series, Maid in the Philippines)

Nannymania, one of my favorite games, real life is not so different.

We did damage control on the Yaya. We saved her, reestablished relations, and conditions. My attitude adjusted as I started to relax. She became happier, and me? I was no longer a nazi.

Right now, our maid is from Cebu. Also in a 1-year contract, She is referred by my friend’s family help of 40 years.

The yaya and the maid get along pretty well. I thank God everyday for the two. They both care for Audrey and our home really well.

Both seem kind hearted enough and fond of my daughter. They show my baby her mobiles “Look Bibi Ooh-dree…tiddi Ber…”

As a friend put it, if we are looking for the ideal domestic help, they are also looking for the ideal employers.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

The Dementor & the Mercenary (2nd of a series, Maid In The Philippines)

Dealing with domestic help really tries your patience. It literally makes you laugh, cry, roll your eyes, bite your lip, and everything in between.

Our first maid was one we called The Dementor. Gloomy as hell, I literally woke up in the morning and ran away from the house, not caring that I could give birth anytime.

She demanded too many things, and refused to halp take care of the baby when the time comes. She also refused to accompany me to my workplace to get healthcare papers less than a week before I gave birth. She could not cook anything that was not instant. She said she had a cough and colds because our location was polluted.

She got sick with some kind of flu, and asked to go on leave.

This happened just as I was looking for a way to tell her to go away forever and ever.

And ever.

I jumped at the chance and told her to get all her stuff, get well, and never come back.


But in a nice way.

Our next maid was hired A.D. (After Delivery) She is this hardened, mercenary domestic who was referred to us by our brother in law. She was a dream maid after The Dementor. She was efficient, knew the ropes, knew the place, and smart.

A little too smart.

But before I continue, I’m establishing that at that time we needed a maid, she was the ideal type for us.

She cooked well, and cleaned things fast. But she also stressed me out. I had to constantly follow her around (with my swollen A.D. feet) to micromanage and check on what thing that I have neglected to tell her NOT to use, touch, or eat…that she would almost always be using, touching, and eating.

Worse was when I had to tell her to stop using the washing machine, AND the hypoallergenic detergent, AND the fabric softener on HER clothes EVERYDAY. I do buy them the soft kind of detergent for handwashing their clothes as she requested. GRRRR…

All this was going on while I was struggling with caring for the baby, with the new Yaya referred by my niece’s nanny. At the same time I was pressured about not producing milk.

The poor yaya absorbed most of my frustrations. I used a sharp tone with her at all times, and gave her a hard time as she is the one I am mostly in contact with.

One morning, I went to the maids’ room/laundry area to find the mercenary maid using a capful of Perwoll on her 4 clothes. Another capful on the wiping cloths. I also discovered my supposed unopened Downy Antibac already 1/3 empty. I wanted to scream at her and beat the shit out of her before I throw her out the window.

I did not do the last 2 things. I could only scream at her, and stamp my swollen foot.

One Sunday, she resigned. She said she was bored.



Go fuck yourself and I hope to God your pimples will double in number, you vain little cunt!

On the same Sunday the mercenary maid resigned, my brother also told me the yaya texted him about not wanting to finish her 1-year contract.

I figured this was the work of the little mercenary maid. I told the latter to leave the same day. But only after cleaning the toilet.

(to be cont'd.)

Friday, August 14, 2009

Maid in the Philippines (1st of a series)

I always refer to the pre-baby days as our “live-in” days and B.C. (Before Childbirth). We had a 1 bedroom place at a furnished condotel.

We picked up after ourselves. Came and went as we pleased, slept in, snuck out, and I walked around preparing food for 2 in my Cami Diaz outfits.

As I became less and less mobile due to my belly, we had to “borrow” maids from my mother-in-law to clean for us and keep me company during my one bedrest episode.

When it was time for grown up environments, we had to move to a bigger place to accommodate our growing nuclear family unit and needs.

1- a yaya (nanny) for the baby
2- a maid to clean/cook/play with the yaya

Becoming a mom and caring for your baby, is mostly biology taking over. Your instincts kick in and you are fine.

Becoming a home-maker/household manager with maids…now, there’s a challenge. It’s probably the most difficult job I have ever tried to do.

Props to anyone who had been doing it for some time.

Dealing with problematic ones ages you.

to be cont'd.

Monday, August 10, 2009

Working It

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Since 2nd week of May, I haven’t booked a single schedule for any jobs at ABS-CBN. My maternity leave has been unofficially extended.

Before my leave, I’ve started to get requested by clients for international (motion graphics) plugs. But the local broadcast business is cruel, and memories are short. Therefore, however politically incorrect, having a baby gives you a couple of handicaps:

1-Your hours are not as flexible.
2-Nobody remembers what you did B.C.(Before Childbirth)

This means one needs to work extra hard. You can’t complain, and need to still be on top of trends and techniques. Otherwise, someone younger and hungrier will be more than willing to take your place…at a lower rate.

Oh man. I gotta work it.


Think I’m ready for more…my daughter needs those pretty baby shades and I need those pretty mommy shoes…SO BRING IT! *insert maniacal laughter here*

…that is, if they could give us our schedules earlier than 2 hours before, so one can plan the day better. I had to keep refusing work 3 times on the basis of always being caught unprepared. (i.e. I get a call @ 6pm for a midnight schedule. No chance to rest because your day was already over, it started at 5 a.m.!)

It makes one wonder about the claims of the station being “ka-pamilya”. Perhaps it’s not the ideal place to work if you’ve just expanded your family.

On the brighter side, completely unrelated: Audrey sleeps longer at night now. I think she can sleep for as long as 5 hours.

Friday, August 7, 2009


January 25, 1933 – August 1, 2009

Rest In Peace Tita Cory. You have made so many statements in life and in death.


Monday, July 20, 2009

sneaked in a movie night

i had the luxury of seeing a movie while baby is less than 2 months old. (score! happy with the yaya!)

my sister, vangie, and paul went to see transformers 2 with me even though they both have already seen it.

in any michael bay film, one can expect his signature shots that are basically comfort food for the eyes.

1. the group hero walk.this is the full shot of your seeming randomly positioned group of heroes walk/strut towards the camera in slow motion, to a sweeping musical score.
2. the crane hero shot. hero shot that usually starts with worm’s eye view, dollying all the way up to a long shot of your hero. The hero is usually striking a macho pose.
3. the soother. movie’s resident hot chick makes an impossibly sexy superhero pose. a shot designed to bring in male audiences for another viewing.

transformers 2: the rise of the fallen is this year’s official summer testosterone-overload movie.

does it follow several predictable hollywood formulas? yes.

does it make you appreciate the production and post-production work involved? yes.

does it make you look forward to the next installment? yes.
does its being eye candy make you oblivious to the storyline? yes.
does it make you want to buy anything after you watch it? oh yes.

it makes me want to buy scotchguard. so that in case alien robots try to kill me or my man, i can douse myself with it. then i can run around in white pants in the middle of an egyptian desert, with flying debris and explosions without getting any dirt on my clothes.

p.s. i like megan’s lip gloss. guessing it's MAC’s lip glass.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009


nightingale nurses, matteh and jocelyn holding 10 day old Audrey. my lifesavers.

We have a beautiful baby girl. Maybe I’m biased, and people are just polite, but one look at her, and I want to change the world for her.

As Jerome looked on in wonder at her tiny features, I teased him that we probably needed a very beautiful baby because god figured anything less won’t survive, with us as parents.

I so very much want to paint that perfect picture of parental bliss, but everyone knows that is b.s.

Flashback to the birthing room…

My last thought as I gave my final push was: "oh good, last push. I’m really hungry…dinnertime."

Time stopped as my baby (born with her eyes open) and i looked at each other for the first time. She cries a feisty, full-throated cry. I waited for the huge tidal wave of love to engulf me.


I only thought, "Oh there’s the baby. She’s outside of me now, and her leg looks like the paa of a chicken inasal."

Both Jerome and I had baby-phobia, brought about by our rooming-in experience at the hospital.

We both could not hold the baby right. Audrey was crying from 11pm to 1 am. I had no breastmilk yet, she was frustrated and hungry. She slept and woke up to cry some more.

Your offspring’s cry of frustration is probably the most soul shaking, painful sound in the world. You have no clue as to what you are doing, except that since your baby is crying, it probably means you are doing something or maybe everything wrong.

And Audrey kept crying. On the bright side, we can be certain that she has very strong lungs.

Mercifully, the night nurse from the nurse's station came in and brought her outside, feeding her glucose water. We immediately passed out. We later learned that Audrey is not a fussy baby, and does not cry very much.

We got the services of The nightingale nurses. They took care of Audrey as Jerome and I worked around:

1. being clueless new parents
2. having no maids (omg, a whole blog entry)
3. no yaya in sight
4. literally still living out of suitcases
5. being in a new, unfurnished place
6. being emotionally, spiritually, and (I figure) financially drained
7. having very little breastmilk, and no idea what to do with that

The nurses patiently coaxed me into becoming involved with my child. Jocelyn, a mom herself, would patiently come after me for the baby’s feeding. Matteh patiently showed me how to organize the baby’s things, and (sometimes) demanding from us certain things the baby needed. And Jerome ran off to get them at the same time organizing the new place.

When their services were about to end, and Jerome had to go back to work, I cried like the scared lost being that I was. But afterwards I knew I had to push myself to get my shit together, and do a mommy bootcamp with the nurses.

Jerome had to gently talk me out of becoming the frightened, literally petrified, and sobbing mess whenever the baby cried. He had to remind me that Audrey was no longer as fragile as when she was in the hospital.

Somehow, the peptalk worked. Some switch kicked in.

So I decided to approach the situation in the same way I would with things that were new and alien, like the ff:
  1. bungee jumping
  2. snorkeling
  3. skimboarding
  4. getting married
  5. moving to Singapore
  6. gambling everything to take a talent test
  7. backpacking alone across a foreign country with only a map and 3 phrases

I kept in mind that everything i initially found scary and daunting, had always been a secret gateway to a vast amount of exhilaration. All one needed is to just trust life.

On the first day Jerome went back to work, I locked myself and the baby inside the room. Told the new maid not to bug me.

I looked at the baby as I mentally rolled up my sleeves, telling her: "c’mon kid, let’s do this together. I'm gonna earn your love and you will get mine"

A mountain of diapers, a new yaya, month and a half of sleepless nights later, I am still learning.

Raising/caring for a child/baby is just like learning a software, when you know 70% of the interface, its time for an upgrade, and everything changes again.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

icon's visuals

3d rendering of our living area (if done right)

gotta love the visualization...i lovette to the world!!! click here check out ipe's site.

also linked here are design studies for our living area.


Tuesday, July 7, 2009

having cake

traditional caramel cake with butter icing,
paired with strong brewed coffee laced with cream...
decadence has found its home.

last sunday, i finally got THE cake. :) my sister, vangie made good on her promise and brought over estrelle's superb caramel cake. i have been craving it since my pregnancy.


ipe and eddy came over all the way from calamba. we had a fun girltime.

ipe, (who holds the distinction of being the only other man who gets to run his fingers through my hair) finally got those long, preternaturally thick, hormonally-enhanced hair cut to a decent shape and length.

also got my first color since that seemingly distant day i got evidence on audrey's existence. still wearing them long. :)

paul brought over pizza and chicken. my brother and my sister in-law happened to be in town for a convention. they came over for a quick visit, cooing at audrey.
it's a good way to spend a sunday when your husband has to work.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

farrah & mj

my husband had this poster when he was about 5.
he kissed his "girlfriend" goodnight every night.

ok ok ok...

i'm not that apathetic that i would not blog about 2 pop culture icons passing on the same day...

sad about farrah fawcett. may she rest in peace, she will always be this dewey, beautiful, effervescent creature in the poster above.

mj?-probably the greatest pop artist of our time. but goddamn creepy. bye bye, rest in peace too.

Friday, July 3, 2009

Preparing for a Marathon (Final Part of a Series)

my daughter (shown with dr. cruz-reyes) shows everyone she has powerful lungs despite being petite like her namesake, audrey hepburn.

In Chiqui Brosas-Hahn’s Prepared Chilbirth classes, she really prepares you. No surprises anywhere for both me and Jerome. Except for the duration, and the pain’s absent intensity.

While researching about childbirth, I’ve come to a conclusion that preparing for childbirth is like preparing for a marathon. I also got a lot of odds stacked against me:
i. my age is 38 (classified as elderly pregnancy, elderly primie)
ii. a tipped uterus
iii. a previous laparoscopic cystectomy
iv. I’m nowhere as fit as I ought to be

Medically, I would have a huge chance of a long labor, most likely ending up with a caesarian birth.

But surprise! Seems all those yoga relaxation technique/Bradley method’s breathing paid off.

I’d breathe when a contraction comes and it helped. All the while in my mind, I had Chiqui’s voice going: “relax so the baby can come out”

When it was time to push, it was Chiqui’s voice reminding me to push “down and out”. Plus, being born with birthing hips sure probably didn't hurt. LOL. The baby crowned on my first set of pushing, and came out on the 5th set.

At 7:44 PM, the Mothership landed.

Audrey Lauren Khu Garcia arrives.

Her daddy finally cuts the thick, hard, grainy umbilical cord.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

Labor day (Part 3 of a series)

The main reason we chose to birth in Asian Hospital was because they would allow one companion inside the labor room/genesis ward.

This being our first baby and all. I was the only patient that day. Jerome and my sister alternated staying with me as we waited for more intense contractions and dilations.

My contractions felt like Braxton-hicks. It was never that painful. So I gave my pain scale at 2 (1-10, 10 being the highest.)

I filled out some forms, as some rude, pedestrian doctor who thinks she is still in PGH’s charity ward asked me if I wanted to be in labor until the next day.

I gave her a curt “I don’t know” and dismissed her. In my head, I added: “packew ka, ah…as if I can control my dilation. Idiot, go suck on gangrene pus or something…*growl*”

Mercifully, she went away and never came back.

Our friend Abbie, who has an ENT practice in the hospital, dropped by the labor room, and chatted with me a bit. An hour went by, I was still on the same 6 cm dilation, so I got an epidural from a Dr. David.

It was a relatively painless procedure, but more painful than any of my contractions. The friendly, calming, and helpful nurses, Nurse Daisy, and Nurse Tords of Genesis is something I will always be grateful for, this type of warmth seems to typify Asian Hospital’s wonderful service.

This is a hospital that truly made one feel human, and not a piece of meat about to produce another piece of meat. (Hello, Medical City! Learn from the professionals! Duh!)

My OB-Gyn, Dr. Cecilia Cruz-Reyes, arrived and periodically checked on me. By 7ish, they wheeled me into the birthing room. My sister ran off and got Jerome. (Poor baby, he was having his first meal for the day.)

This is it, I thought, the grand finale is near. My body was ready, my mind was set, my spirit was on it.

The Mothership wants to land. Dammit.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Road Trip (Part two of a series)

The ride to Alabang was a road trip.

Our stuff had already been packed 2 weeks prior (week 37th).

i. Our clearbook with all the info

ii. Coaching notes from Chiqui Brosas’ Prepared Childbirth Classes

iii.Certificate from Chiqui’s classes

iv.Atm’s, credit cards, cash,

v. 3 Baby outfits (a girl’s gotta have choices)

vi.2 Mommy’s post birth outfits (1 in case of Ceasarian Birth)

.Daddy’s clothes

viii.Doctor’s Admission orders


x. PSP to chase off boredom

xi.Healthcare documents

We were all set.

I fired off SMS to everyone who may want to know that I was having the baby.

We knew we were starting a new adventure, we were excited, hopeful, a little apprehensive, but happy. We were doing this together.

It started to rain when we hit Magallanes.

Thank god this was not a film. Otherwise, I’d be dramatically huffing and birthing away inside the backseat of George (Jerome’s trusty Car), Jerome would be all dripping from the rain as he cut the cord with a borrowed Swiss knife from a good Samaritan equally trapped in the SLEX traffic, and…

As I said, this was not a film. So we made it to the hospital after almost 2 hours.

Funny how people react to a woman in labor. Jerome pulled up and told the guard (who was asking him to move the car) at the Asian Hospital that his wife is about to give birth.

The guy looked frightened, and pointed us to th e.r. we then told him we were going to the genesis ward. he ran off and came back with a wheelchair in 4 seconds.

True story.

(to be contd.)

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

39th (Part One of a Series)

Exactly a month ago today was halfway through my 39th week.

I had gone for a scheduled weekly checkup in Medical City.

I thought of taking a cab to the doctor’s, since Jerome had to work that day. But feeling heavy and ungainly, I decided to take my husband’s advice and asked my sister to go with me instead.
Lucky move.
I have been walking around 6 cm dilated.
It was 11 AM. My OB-Gyn told me not to take in any more food or drinks. My last meal had been breakfast @ 9 that morning. Not fun.
I was to call my husband so we can head off to Asian Hospital in Alabang.
We agreed to meet at home, as my sister drove. She and Paul would then follow us to Asian Hospital.

The Mothership is here.
(to be contd.)

Sunday, June 21, 2009

who's your daddy?

new daddy dresses less than a week old audrey as nurse ma-teh supervises.

it's jerome's first fathers' day as a father. yay!!!

since we've started dating, i've always nicknamed jerome "daddy j". it's because of that responsible aura he exudes, that intensity, and well, that seriousness. :)

he told me this morning that, when his daughter smiled at him as he picked up her up, his heart broke. i think it's the sweetest thing.

happy fathers' day, baby! you rock.

Monday, June 8, 2009

prologue: audrey arrives

may 30th--i watched my life gain new meaning as our daughter, audrey lauren khu garcia arrive via normal delivery.

childbirth and caring for your young must be two of the most primal experiences one can have.

being a new mother also seems to mean one has the uncanny inability to focus on anything long enough. hence, i sign off for now. i should be resting.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

new home--new kitchen

Having just moved to our new place, we still find some kinks, but the place is beginning to grow on us. We are very slowly looking into furniture, depending on the availability of funds, of course.

Our place has curious little nooks in many places, and with the right furniture and arrangement, the place has wonderful potential to be sexy. You just really need to think out of the box.

One thing I don’t understand is this: consistently, newer condo kitchens get placed in some obscure, odd part of the unit. Most of the time, it’s airless, dark, and very far from any window.

Ours is no exception, in fact, it’s probably a prime example of the worst designed kitchens of all time. If it were a person, I would personally advise him/her to jump off a bridge.

It is just one long, airless space. The cabinets are shallow. Storage is stupidly low-volume, and cheap looking. Everything about it is totally uninspired. It is honestly the fugliest, most unimaginative, insipid cooking space that came with any place I ever lived in. Ever. Compared to it, Elena’s vintage kitchen totally rocks. This one is just...narrow and sad...

With a microwave oven, a couple of water jugs, a toaster, a coffee maker, a small rice cooker, a small dish dryer, there is roughly 1 1/2 square feet total of work space. And did I mention it is airless?

Enter solutions:

1. Electric fan on the end wall.
2. Curtain to hide it when we entertain.
3. Exhaust.
4. The Gordon….ta-dah! (I’m just drawing plans for this stainless steel structure. I’ll post it soon as the design is finalized and approved by the contractor/fabricator.)

Sunday, May 24, 2009


my father's 1st year death anniversary. i'm stuck in manila.

pregnant, barefoot, getting cabin fever, and using some poor unsuspecting neighbor's wifi. not much to do on a sunday. my husband has to work on a transaction over the weekend.

i'm using jerome's cutesy netbook to entertain myself. i hear the maid making scratching sounds with her perennial folding of plastic bags. shush...shush...shuch...schruch...*aaaargh*

getting cranky. my heart is in cdo. with my childhood. with my life when it was simple and easy.

i want to just sleep and wake up in macasandig. 4th grade, looking forward to watching candycandy and my father telling me i'm doing something wrong yet again.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

always the shining light

i love annie lennox. she's eternal. go ateh-annie!
she covers ash's shining light in her new album.

Shining Light

Roman candles that burn in the night
Yeah, you are a shining light
You lit a torch in the empty night
Yeah, you are a shining light
Yeah, you light up my life

You've always been a thorn in their side
But to me you're a shining light
You arrive and the night is alive
Yeah, you are a shining light
Yeah, you light up my life

We made our connection
A fool on chemical reaction
Brought by dark divine intervention
Yeah, you are a shining light
A constellation once seen
Over Royal David's city
An epiphany you burn so pretty
Yeah, you are a shining light

You are a force, you are a constant source
Yeah you are a shining light
Incandescent in the darkest night
Yeah you are shining light
My mortal blood I would sacrifice
For you are a shining light
Sovereign bride of the infinite
Yeah, you are a shining light
Yeah, you light up my life

We made our connection
A full on chemical reaction
Brought by dark divine intervention
Yeah, you are a shining light
A constellation once seen
Over Royal David's city
An epiphany you burn so pretty
Yeah, you are a shining light

And these are days you often say
There's nothing that we can't do
Beneath a canopy of stars
I'd shed blood for you
The north star in the firmament
You shine the most bright
I've seen you draped in an electric veil
Shrouded in celestial light

We made our connection
A fool on chemical reaction
Brought by dark divine intervention
Yeah, you are a shining light
A constellation once seen
Over Royal David's city
An epiphany you burn so pretty
Yeah, you are a shining light
Yeah, you light up my life
Yeah, you are a shining light
Yeah, you light up my life

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

semi-gentle migration

with colors, my husband lets me decide--due to a previous incident. *click here*

last weekend was the start of our slightly gentle migration to the new grown-up place. we are a little sad to be leaving astoria soon, but we're beginning to see ourselves in that new place.

part 2 of the move will probably happen midmay.

this is the last newlyweds' transition we would do (after putting it off for almost 2 years). we leased our first home already furnished, so we are just experiencing the whole furnitures/fixtures buying frenzy. okay, not so much the former, but more of the latter.

under normal circumstances, it would be a lot of fun to fix up an empty place. but it gets a little overwhelming while preparing for baby's arrival at the same time. financially, it really hurts. with my pregnancy incapacitating my earning abilities, it sucks big time to feel so helpless and useless.

on the other hand, i get to satisfy my nesting instincts. i picked some colors for the rooms, met and showed our contractor, robert the plumbing, electricals, & repainting to be done, and finally securing the work permit.

we got some very clean-looking lighting fixtures, that are (yes!) energy efficient and eco-friendly. and above all, the design is beautifully sexy and streamlined.

jerome gets animated whenever we look at furnitures. basically stuff we would buy...well, perhaps q3 or q4. lol. hmmm...maybe they'll go on sale.

mama garcia gave us some furnitures. we got a handsome mahogany dining set with 8 seats. with it is a cupboard. a small fridge to put treats and babyfood. we also got a yellow leather loveseat that used to belong to jerome's brother, joel to function as our official couch for now.

come saturday, some major bedroom pieces will be delivered. this is fun and exciting. i get to color one wall of our bedroom red. seriously.

Monday, April 20, 2009

kungpao preview

it was a little past lunch when we got the scan. she must have been hungry, she's sucking on her fist and thumb.

we got our first glimpse of what kungpao baby might look like. the general consensus is that she looks a lot like her daddy.

i heart technology.

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

birthday girl

to celebrate my 38th year, i had a very short list of plans:

1. take the day off from work
2. be offline all day
3. indulge in a quick foot spa
4. tuck myself in for a 3 hour afternoon nap
5. date my husband
6. eat a cupcake
7. be home by 12 to catch csi

mission accomplished, and my birthday was simply happy.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

baby names

on my first trimester, i went through a kungpao chicken phase. hence, baby's pet name is kungpao. these days, the pet name has morphed into "pao-ey", and sometimes i'd call her "paoey taylor" if she's especially zippy.

kungpao seemed to have stuck. it's cute, but i know paoey won't thank me for it.

on the first visit to the doctor after i confirmed my pregnancy, i got a baby names book. we've already agreed on baby boy's/girl's names by month 4. but we decided to keep calling her kungpao/paoey until we fill out her birth certificate. :)

and of course there are the usual jokes about some names that guarantee a law degree; names so hideous and spiritually damaging that the kid will, without a doubt become a lawyer just so he/she can sue his/her parents.

one such name was brilliantly put together by ipe and eddy: fabulous tombraider garcia.
the explanation being: mom's just "o.k. garcia", so baby has got to be fabulous. and tombraider is in the spirit of...well, the notorious celebrity baby names.

found in one portion of the book, 60,000+ baby names , i've listed some totally fun favorites:

Audio Science (son of Shannyn Sossamon & Dallas Clayton)

Daisy Boo (daughter of Jaime and Jools Oliver)
Poppy Honey (daughter of Jaime and Jools Oliver)
Petal Blossom Rainbow (daughter of Jaime and Jools Oliver)

Dweezil (Son of Frank & Gail Zappa)
Moon Unit (Daughter of Frank & Gail Zappa)

Elijah Bob Patricus Guggi Q (Son of Bono & Allison Stewart) -!!superlative!! lol

Fifi Trixiebelle (Daughter of Paula Yates & Bob Geldof)
Peaches Honeyblossom (Daughter of Paula Yates & Bob Geldof)
Heavenly Hirani Tiger Lily (Daughter of Paula Yates & Michael Hutchence)

Moxie Crimefighter (Daughter of Penn & Emily Jilette)

Pilot Inspektor (Son of Jason Lee & Beth Reisgraf)

Scout LaRue (Daughter of Demi Moore & Bruce Willis)

so yeah, i think "fabulous tombraider" could give these names a run for their money.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

week 30

tomorrow will be the 30th week of our pregnancy. 10 more weeks to go.

just saw myself reflected on glass as i crossed the street a few minutes ago. i now have a full-on no-nonsense waddle. i feel like a penguin.

we'll be attending chiqui brosas' prepared childbirth classes starting sunday.

classes start at the unholy hour of 9am!

omg. and so sleep deprivation starts here?

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

10 year alien song

never gets old *lol*

it's been 10 years since good ol' vic did this. it's now considered a cult classic.

Friday, March 13, 2009

belly belt

just got this contraption called a bellybelt *click link* from crossings' *click link* procreation. it was the last box in the store consigned by mommy matters *click link*.

it's really clever. if i'd bought it early in my pregnancy, my php1,100 would have come a long way.

i have been missing my mini skirt, and my favorite cargo i can wear them again. *clap clap clap*

in manila, they're also available online (click below for links):

indigo baby
mommy matters

Sunday, March 8, 2009

movie night: watchmen

watchmen is one of those movies you either hate or love. running at 2.5 hrs., i summarize it in the immortal copy of an 80's purefoods hotdog *click link* commercial:

"very long, very nice".

why it reminds me of that commercial? 2 words:

having only heard a vague reference to a character named rorschach *click link* from hagee back in the 90's, i have never read this particular limited series of graphic novels *click link* before.

this, for me is a good thing. so there is no temptation to fall into the trap of unfair and unreasonable comparison between 2 different mediums: film vs. paper. no matter how tempting... since the film obviously had a storyboard reminiscent, if not lifted from its graphic novel brother.

just like sin city *click link* and 300 *click link*, typical of a frank miller/zack snyder collaboration of sorts, the whole film noir feel dares you to freeze at any point in the film, so you may find a beautifully composed and executed picture.

rumor had it john cussack wanted to play night owl (resident nice guy), but i'm glad he didn't. i find the cast's blend of relative anonymity/nonobscurity just right.

surprise sparkle came from malin akerman *click link* who plays silk spectre 2. you see her as a blonde in previous films heartbreak kid *click link*, and 27 dresses *click link*. here she looks like she was born to play a brunette superhero in latex.

another universal favorite is rorschach played by jackie earle haley *click link*. rorschach is a fierce little bugger who talks like christian bale's batman...only you can understand this guy. you'll love him and his fascinating mask; lovelovelove the inkblots. (note to self: must remember to look up the making of effects)

the only setback one may see is that, other than doc manhattan, our heroes have no superpowers. just a bunch of adrenalin junkies with unnatural courage, grace, athleticism, resources, and strength. not a bad thing, really.

but overall, you'll come out feeling like your visual palate had a delicious meal.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

caution: TMI undies

my newest favorite panty--wonder woman from topshop! *ta-dah*

i'm a huge fan of cheeky undies. buying new WW panties made me realize this.

once upon a time, i had panties that were printed with a thousand little "no!" signs, but it's also got invisible but glow in the dark little "yes!" signs. it ended up burned by a lamp. dumb bet. long story. don't ask. (i gave a joe boxer version of it to nelson, i remember.)

i also had another one, i think it was a thong that had a little plastic pocket that said "place photo here".

so imagine my squeals when i found some "cuties" boy leg shorts with glitters. in bench. of all places.

i think i pick my undies like i pick my friends. fun, cheeky, easy, and always a comfort.

Wednesday, March 4, 2009


nothing like a glass of ice cold welchade this summer.

don't think this is a legit welch's product. can't seem to find it in their website. *click here*

the label really says welchade, and upon closer inspection, the font is in cooper. it's manufactured/bottled in china, so i dunno about their dodgy safety standards, etc. but it tastes fantabulous! it says "less sweet" on its label, too.

i can only find it in the 7-11 store a block and a half away, though. yummy. probaby should resist the pull...

but as my friend, dario puts it: "aye lavvit!"

Saturday, February 21, 2009


in an article for fitpregnancy, jenna mccarthy writes:

I used to cry at Hallmark commercials. Now I cry at just about anything...*cut*...not the wistful, silent kind of weeping you see in the movies, either, but heaving, sniffling, body-convulsing sobs."

weeping uncontrollably is one of the symptoms a pregnant girl gets, thanks to mother nature.

the first time i got this was on the 6th week of pregnancy. while looking for a tweezer, i came across my father's razor, realizing how much i missed him, i started to cry.

this was horribly alarming as i could not get myself to stop. i had already drank a pitcher of water and tried to get my shit together, but still... the pathetic sobbing wouldn't stop.

after almost an hour of this, i decided to wake my husband. panicked, he asked me what the matter was. i could not answer him, as the weeping thing had taken a life of its own.

finally exhausted, the thing stopped and i fell asleep with an anxious, semi-scared husband comforting me.

the following week, i asked my friend karen about it, she assured me that this was a normal hormonal thing.

averaging once a month since then, when feeling fragile and helpless over one situation or another, i'd prepare 2 liters of drinking water and a box of tissues. i'd let the tears roll down, let the sobs wrack my shoulders, and let what jerome calls my "crying hormones" take over.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009


while researching about babies and childcare in general, i came across this video.

i find myself going back to watch it over and over. can't seem to get enough of the cuteness factor.

hooray for big brothers! :)

Saturday, February 14, 2009

valentine's day

belated happy valentine's day, everyone.!

Monday, February 9, 2009

haunted by sims

i'm rediscovering sims2. there's castaway and there's pet sims on the psp.

like evry avarage, overaged kid pretending to be all grown up, i can play sims for hours. taking short, quick bathroom and water breaks, and also to pump back circulation into my numb hands.

last night, i dreamed i was a sim. my baby had already been born, and she's also a sim. except...she looked pretty...pretty funny, that is.

it was as if the ghost of my laitera past had come to haunt me.

in the dream, i had to dig REALLY deep inside me to find maternal love for the baby (who kept getting moved around by other sims whenever i'm about to change her nappies).

so every non-cute little kid i was ever mean to, and even my friend who once told her son not to bother auntie olive so much because she's not kid-friendly, was probably in it.

i wake up before my alarm goes off, and start to giggle. not because it's funny, but that's my usual reaction when i get nervous.

below is one of my favorite sims intro on youtube. enjoy.

Thursday, February 5, 2009


kungpao finally decided to strike a pose lying sideways facing the probe.

on our 5th month, we had kungpao checked for genetic anomalies.

kungpao is normal and healthy. a little fiesty, swatting off the probe and making little boxing moves that set the 2 doctors laughing. "ma'am ang kulit-kulit ng baby mo...nag-bo-boxing pa!"

i thought: hmmmm...he's gonna be a handful.

when the doctor finally got a shot of the baby's genitalia...he's 70% sure it's a girl.

jerome had a giant smile that would not budge, his face was in danger of cracking.

another girl for my side of the family. but the first girl grandchild for the garcia side.

i'm starting to address kungpao as "she" but i still lean towards the 30% uncertainty and favor neutral palettes when looking at baby stuff.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

the locked out onion

one of the side effects of pregnancy is absentmindedness. on top of my usual share of it, it can have some semi-serious consequences.

but on the plus side, it can also be a good way to get in touch with people you miss.

a couple of weeks ago, i decided to go to our neighborhood korean grocer to get an onion for a soup dinner.

upon closing the door, i was horrified to realize that i had grabbed my wallet + cellphone instead of wallet + keys.


it was only 7-ish.

left with no choice but to wait for my husband to get home from work, i wandered about clutching my onion, went into the deli shop and the clothing outlet nearby. even the 24hr convenience store was not spared by me and my onion.

pregnant lady with an onion coming through...

an hour later, i got tired and decided to sit on the lobby's most comfortable chair with my onion. i started to text people.

my husband could not leave work just yet.

faith called me from australia. she was watching the tennis open.

my sister was on her way to antipolo. dioky was here.

karen called and giggled with me. we set a date for dinner.

pinky texted from singapore. she was on her way home from work.

ipe from calamba told me not to get too attached to my onion.

by 9, my husband finally got home and ordered a pizza.

so yeah, i get it! learned my lesson...stock up on onions!

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

25 random things…

this is presently the more popular post circulated in facebook. someone tagged me, and i tagged 10 others. however, i won’t tag anyone here…

just continuing my shorter list of 10 on facebook.

the primary blurb says:

once you've been tagged, you are actually SUPPOSED to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. at the end choose 25 people to be tagged. you have to tag the person who tagged you. if i tagged you, it is because i want to know more about you…yadah-yadahyadah...

1. i am a passenger for life, i don't drive.

2. my first big ambition was to become miss universe after watching the pageant on tv in 1974. i was 3.

3. my favorite breakfast is swensen's chocolate peanutbuttercup-flavored ice cream. But my favorite ice cream flavor is vanilla.

4. dr. seuss books gross me out. always have, always will.

5. my earliest memory involves trying to climb onto my parents' bed while my brother and sister were jumping on it.

6. we live in a hotel, and own literally 3 pieces of furniture.

7. i HATE knuckle-cracking.

8. after i got married, bridal marches (when fathers give away their daughters) make me teary-eyed.

9. i type like a texan speaks. slow.

10. i chose to cut down this list to 10 things and 10 people initially on facebook, but.changed my mind, decided to continue here.

11. since the age of 6, i’ve always had a minimum of one close gay friend. a trueblue faghag.

12. i did not eat red meat for 8 years until i moved to singapore.

13. since one flight to bkk from sg, i became a nervous flyer. there was really bad turbulence with matching lights going out in the cabin, and a palpable drop in altitude as registered in the screens.

14. i rely heavily on spellcheck for my spelling.

15. i am normally optimistic.

16. my husband says i smile while asleep, my sister says i smirk.

17. i collect postcards. love them, they’re like time/place capsules.

18. the best day of my life was when i understood happiness.

19. i love my birthstone:diamonds.

20. an eye doctor once diagnosed me as “displaying symptoms consistent with type A personalities”. who? me?

21. i’m still learning to cook only 2 servings at a time.

22. i used to read tarot cards as a hobby. still have my decks somewhere…

23. i’ve been to thailand’s royal stables…where i discovered just how SEVERELY allergic to horses i am.

24. i have a padi license, but I haven’t used it since my check-out dive.

25. my head is clearest at 2 AM.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

mothership 101

my top3 reference materials

a friend once told me she was pursuing becoming a single mom because motherhood was natural and biological, whereas being a wife is man-made and contrived.

as a relative newbie, being pregnant is an alien thing, interesting...but still strange.

so my 3 favorites reading materials about this are here. they are my top 3 because these are the only 3 i have read. ;P

what to expect when you're expecting--
first chapter made me want to pull out all my hair. it was the most boring, unengaging, textbook-like literature whatever thing i had to plow through. but the following ones with illustrations, symptoms, and more info on your strange new condition becomes relatable. now it's the official go-to book at home. i use the glossary/index like an encyclopedia.

baby love-- very intimate. its short title blurb on the cover says it all: "choosing motherhood after a lifetime of ambivalence" one of the lines in the book says: "i feel as if the self i knew is fading away, and i have no idea who is coming to take her place." it's not all reflections, she takes us through her pregnancy from top all the way to her son's birth. you relate to her emotional wobbles during pregnancy.

skinny bitch, bun in the oven-- it's helpful, cheeky and realistic. but it messes you up if you are a meat eater. seriously. the original skinny bitch book is said to contain similar diet recommendations. but this one has insights and practical advice that extend all the way to after giving birth.
a chapter title reads: "the companies you trust don't care about your children"
on letting the baby-daddy be a dad: "...let him be a dad...he's the only other person on the planet who'll listen to your boring monologues about how special and beautiful and precious your baby jesus is."
on what makes a m.i.l.f.: "a woman who overvalues her appearance is a bimbo...mother or not." and "nurturing...needs and interests will make you a better mom...she never asked you to become a single-minded, lame-ass bore."

so now back to my sims2 castaway game. i need to move that stone so i can get to the other beach...

Thursday, January 22, 2009

List of lists

2009 goals:

1. be earth-friendlier and save the planet everyday
2. minimum 3x/ week workout ( pregnant or not!)
3. make weekly food plan to include 5-6 servings of fruits + veggies daily
4. stop worrying and trust life more
5. keep positive AT ALL TIMES
6. 120 work hours average every payday
7. look into doing post-prod work again
8. drive with license
9. create a twice-monthly saving habit
10. research and learn technicalities on child rearing
11. zero out credit card and cancel it
12. finally organise wedding photos!

I’m one of those people who adore lists. If there’s a shirt that says “I heart lists”, I’d wear it, and that would be the gospel truth.

Whenever you feel overwhelmed, or disorganized, sit down for a couple of minutes and make your “To-do list”. Break down the things to suitable categories and tick them off one by one as you achieve them…and you get your “Ta-dah! list”.

List everything from the most mundane and humble, all the way to the most lofty and ambitious. I believe that writing items down will help you focus and visualize their accomplishment a little easier.

So far, here are some of the items I have on current lists:

1. 2009 goals
2. grocery list
3. household to-do list
4. papers and legal stuff to do list
5. baby things list
6. financial projection for Q1 & 2
7. wish list
8. weekly food plan
9. prospective homes contact list
10. restructured career goals/path 2009-2011
11. research topics list
12. laundry list
13. list of lists

Friday, January 9, 2009

hello 2009

happy new year everyone!

2008 is gone!!! yay! hello 2009!

despite the many people it took from us, 2008 was not a total sonovabitch. it did bring me kungpao *click here*, and made my sister fine *click here*.

2009 would most likely be fun. hoping all goes well--then i'll be a proper mommy. a friend assured me it's not as intimidating as people think...just treat your kids like very intelligent pets and you'll be fine.

we'll also be moving to a new place middle this year, one that can accommodate our expanded nuclear family unit (will soon include a brand new offspring!!!)

with the world's economic climate going to begins to doubt the wisdom of bringing a kid into this world...but then again: fuck that. THERE WILL ALWAYS BE SOMETHING.

still fixing 2009 goals at this time. will post them next.
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