(Pampalubag-loob)

Well, I guess not pushing thru with the Baguio plan is a blessing because there was a landslide on Kennon Road. I read over Twitter. So, there.

What I hate most about a trip is having to unpack.

What I hate even more is having to unpack WITHOUT GOING ON THE DAMN TRIP I'VE BEEN EXCITED ABOUT FOR A WHOLE MONTH!

Even more so when I HAD TO BE ALL BITCHY TO MY BABYDADDY ABOUT HIM NOT BEING ABLE TO GO WHEN IN THE END ALL OF US WON'T BE ABLE TO GO.

Damn this storm. Mina ruined the long weekend.

I can't believe I didn't Google these as soon as I gave birth.

Brianna was born 2011, year of the Metal Rabbit in the Chinese calendar.

I gave birth to her February 5th which falls under Aquarius, a water sign.

Amethyst is the birth stone of February.

Regretting the impulsive decision...

I think I made a mistake by deleting my college blog in Xanga a few years back. I wanted to get it back again but I read in the Xanga FAQs last night that I won't be able to get it back anymore once I delete it. I had the lamest of reasons why I deleted my blog: Someone posted something I didn't like on my tagboard. I know it's lame but I didn't know how to delete a comment on the tagboard then, okay? I know I was stupid by not even thinking of removing only the tagboard.

I'M REGRETTING MY DECISION, OKAY?

What's ironic is it's URL was xanga.com/noregretsss.

Ugh. Why did I have to be sooooo damn immature?!

Brianna and I went to a tea party yesterday.

We went to my cousin's 1st birthday party at Stacy's in Capitol Hills. The place was really fit for a tea party and it looked expensive. At first, I considered holding Brianna's first birthday party there as well but when I realized how crowded the place is for their entire guestlist, I changed my mind (Some of the guests had to stay outside). Don't get me wrong, though, it was a pretty little place but for a maximum of 35 people (if you want everyone to be comfortable).

Anyway, the interior looked soooooo girly, I wanted to take everything home and put them all in Brianna's room, if she had one. I love their fridge especially. IT'S PINK! No, I don't have a picture because I forgot to take it.

Here are some photos of the party:

The family of the celebrant.

The birthday girl in her uber pretty dress.

They gave out tiaras for the girls to wear.

This is the second children's party Brianna and I went to this month and it's already making Bry and I decide (and scout for) whatever theme we want to have for Brianna's party on February.

I was looking for Cameron Diaz - Justin Timberlake photos when I saw this.

And this is one of the many, many reasons why I have a girl crush on her.

HNNNNNGGGG.

Brianna stops whatever she's doing whenever this ad is on TV.

Inigo's 1st Birthday Party.

Last Saturday, we were at the Magnolia Place clubhouse in Tandang Sora for Inigo's birthday party. I am still waiting for Jo to post the photos from the photobooth (since my scanner effed up) if she will upload them in her Facebook page but here are some of the photos of the official photographer of the event.

The birthday boy in his cute Mickey Mouse costume.

His Mickey Mouse themed party backdrop.

Birthday boy with his parents, Sonny and Jo. (Those two hands holding Inigo look quite freaky.)

With Lola Dadette.

Brianna with Lola Dadette. Nagpose lang for the camera, she was crying prior to this shot.

Here's me trying to pacify Brianna while enjoying the magic show. Yes, he was that funny.

While waiting for the printout of our photo.

The De Leons.

Now, this party got me thinking what Brianna's 1st birthday will look like. I had the simplest of plans: Disney Princess theme in McDonald's. But we'll see...

#31. I like it when guys dance like Beyonce in Who Run The World.

Tamang Hinala-ing.

I hate this feeling so much. Especially when I started my day with much glee like I did this morning. I was sooooo inspired by the words I've read and the way the morning sun struck the windows that I thought nothing could ruin my day. Well, no one can unless you give them permission to and that's what I did. I let one text message, most probably an innocent one, ruin the day for me. And it's not even lunch time yet!

I've learned in PSI that an action from the outside will trigger a reaction from inside you DEPENDING on how you look at the situation. Imagination plays a huge part to how you react.

An action from the outside could be absolutely anything. In my case, a text message simply saying "Papasok na ako". The text message was sent at 7am. Let's name the sender "Bry" and one trivia about him: In my one year and 7 months with TVSTYLE, he was never on time. Okay there was one time when we had early morning coffee in The Columns, January 2010 but that's it. So anyway, his text message shocked (yes, SHOCKED) me because of this.

First thing that got to my mind, SINO BA YANG COORDINATOR NA YAN? MAGANDA BA YAN? You see, the office has a new coordinator in place of the previous one who was pregnant (no, it's not me. Some other coordinator who will give birth this September). So far, I know that her name's Mikko/Miko/Mico, she's Japanese and that she panicked when one of the writers yelled at her. Other than that, wala na.

Let me tell you something about myself now: I have the biggest insecurity after the pregnancy. The way I look, as well as my body looks, is now different. I look - well - like a mom now. Don't get me wrong, I am every bit thankful of Brianna. I would just prefer for me to look like Adrianna Lima the way she did after she gave birth to her baby.

I mean, look at her! She's still Victoria's Secret worthy! Parang di nanganak!

Long story short, though, I got paranoid thoughts (i.e. He likes the new coordinator) and did not give him the benefit of the doubt. I was paranoid enough to not think that he may be getting rid of his bad habits and that he wanted to find more clients because more clients = more moolah = brighter future for our family. I also just talked to one friend from the office and she told me they were having a meeting first thing this morning.

Now that I let all that out, I now am feeling guilty for being a meanie. Apologizing would get rid of the guilt I am feeling but when he asks me what I'm apologizing for, I'd feel guilty all over again having to explain to him why.

I make my life complicated.

#30. My favorite chocolate is 3 Musketeers but I haven't eaten one in 2 years..

Agape.

I want to help all the people I can in my own little way so I am posting the next PSI Basic batch schedule here. It's the anniversary batch, there will most probably a whole new curriculum for this batch. The previous batches were fabulous but this is supposed to be the best. Of course, 240 is the best for me but it's PSI so there isn't much of a difference.

PSI Basic Leadership Success Seminar Batch247: Aug. 25-29, 2011 ANNIVESARY BATCH

Tentative Venue: 5/F Soliman Corporate Center,  2182 Chino Roces Ave., Makati City
Investment: Php 11,088

For details pls. contact Camille at 0917-7231976; 0918-5785981 or 621-6132

I guarantee you, Php 11,088 is NOTHING compared to the lessons you will learn and the strategies that will be taught to you to get what you want. Plus the experience pa. The best. If you feel that the seminar did you no good, your investment will be refunded. There will be free pre-seminar orientations available, too.

Batch 247 Coffee Orientation

August 11, 2011, 7PM at 6/F Soliman Building

August 17, 2011, 7PM at Dulce Latte, Quezon Ave. cor. Sgt. Esguerra, QC

I repeat, these coffee orientations are FREE. This will be an overview of what will be happening in the main seminar and you can decide here whether or not you'll attend the seminar itself. This will be worth your time. Itataya ko ang pangalan ko jan, as Kris Aquino would say in one of her ads.

I am a PSI grad and my outlook changed and my priorities have been rearranged since I attended this seminar. Most people who haven't attended this seminar don't understand how empowered I am after I walked out Soliman. It was probably one of the highlights of my life and I couldn't thank the people who encouraged me to take the seminar enough. (Hi Kuya Delong and Ms. Mares!)

If I had all the money in the world, I would enroll everyone I know to the PSI Basic Seminar. But while I'm on my way there, this will have to do.

Watching Hell's Kitchen makes me want to unleash the Barefoot Contessa in me.

For the past week, I've been watching Hell's Kitchen, thanks to my Kumareng Kat's tweets. Besides the frequent bleeps and the harassed contestants, I enjoy watching them cook. Actually, Hell's Kitchen isn't the only cooking show I watch. Iron Chef America, Everyday Italian and Barefoot Contessa are among the shows I normally watch.

For those of you who don't know, I don't cook. I can fry but I cannot, for the life of me, cook. Sometimes, I don't think I actually want to learn how to. Main reason being it's so hot and humid in the kitchen. I can't even take the weather in the Philippines let alone stay in a hot, small, cramped space for a couple of hours to actually cook. But I really, honestly want to learn how to cook. And bake.

That's probably the reason why I want a huge and clean kitchen for my house. I don't want a dirty kitchen for my house. Not really a fan of dirty kitchens. It kinda feel fake, having a pristine one and a dirty one. Plus, I don't like anything dirty, being the OC that I am. I want one kitchen where I (or my husband) will cook.

I will probably teach myself to cook. Or ask someone really really patient (a.k.a. not Bry) to teach me. Or maybe I should ask Bry to actually teach me. We'll be like Hell's Kitchen everyday. "YES CHEF! I UNDERSTAND CHEF!"

I have been dumb blogging.

I have all the time in the world but I can't seem to compose a decent enough blog entry to save my life. I have this blog and I have another blog - which I thought I could fill up rather quickly since it is solely devoted to letters I wanted to send to people and we all know I want to tell a hell lot of people a hell lot of things - that I couldn't update with insightful entries. All I do is post pictures like I do with Tumblr. Or update them like Twitter. You know, with a maximum of 140 characters?

Ugh. My mind is shrinking, I can feel it. This is one of the reasons why I think I need to get back to work ASAP: To use my brain on a daily basis. This might result to more reading and writing for me. MIGHT.

Oh, and maybe I should get a laptop...or a netbook at the very least so I can bring it with me anywhere and get to update whenever I get stuff to think about. There are days when I have a lot on my mind and blogging and/or writing seems the only logical and therapeutic thing to do but can't because I can't let Brianna sit still while in front of the PC. I only get to "blog" whenever she's asleep, which is 1 1/2 hours max. Tulog-manok.

But all in all, I blame this on the "awesomeness" of Tumblr.

Is it just me?

I always find myself thinking of my college blockmate, Kizia, whenever I see her anywhere. There's a similarity but I couldn't figure out what it is.

Should I go back to work or not?

So I went on a job interview yesterday morning. I am qualified for the job,  and the boss was quite desperate to get some help, he didn't even bother covering it up. Still a production house and still kinda lost in terms of system. I can honestly help them, I am confident with that. But I am questioning my motive on why I want a job. Somehow, I am just making all the excuses to get one. Or not to get one. I don't know. I am confused.

Grown up problems suck.

#29. This is my 600th post.

It's depressing how accurate this is.

Minsan, dinadalangin kong bumagal ang oras.

I have a lot of books pending to be read.

I have a dozen books waiting to be read inside my closet. Old books I found in my old room (a.k.a. attic) that I didn't bother reading after buying them and new books I didn't bother reading after buying them. I also had a plan a very long time ago on re-reading all the books I own. There's always plan B, yes?

I blame the internet for this. And my iStone.

I haven't laughed this much since college. (Edited. Because I can't help laughing at these particular ones.)

Gold. Just pure gold.

I read it here.

Edit: These are just some of my favorites. You have to visit their website. It's soooooooo addicting!

Agape.

This is an excerpt from one of the newsletters I received from the PSI mailing list. I want to share it with my readers and I hope you all will be enlightened by this the same way it enlightened me:

Attitude is the thing you have total control over in your life. You decide. You choose. You can wake up each day and decide what attitude you will take into each moment you are faced with. You can even decide moment-by-moment what attitude you will bring to each circumstance. Do you know that your attitude at the beginning of a task will affect its outcome more than anything else? The bottom line is that you are either the master or the victim of your attitude. The choice is up to you. Relish the power and joy of that choice, every time you make it.

My birthday is coming up. *ehem ehem*

To those who are having a hard time thinking of what they'll give me, might I make a suggestion?

Welcome to my life (right now).

“What I hate is ignorance, smallness of imagination, the eye that sees no farther than its own lashes. All things are possible… Who you are is limited only by who you think you are.”

— Egyptian Book of the Dead

Totally.