Last Friday, my grade school friends and I "celebrated" our 10th year anniversary.

Yes, it has been 10 years since we all graduated from grade school and we decided to have a little get together since 2 of our friends flew in from overseas in time for our 10th year. Okay, one of them arrived last year for his OJT.

We decided to meet up in Boni High Street because we all wanted to see what Mercato was all about. Waited at Bo's 'til we're complete. When the last one of us arrived, we hung out a bit to gossip about Piolo Pascual (one of us is related to Piolo) and blame me for not inviting ANYONE from the group to Brianna's binyag.

The gang all caffeine-d up and ready for Mercato.

We then walked all the way to Mercato. Not an option I would've chosen but I don't have a car so...

At the first stoplight we came across.

At another stoplight where the ones who took the photo made the green light.

It wasn't that much a long walk to Mercato or maybe I was just enjoying the walk, I didn't notice how long it was. Mercato was not at all what I expected. It was hot and steamy and tight and not in a good way. The food was good, though. I just wish they added more seats to accommodate everyone. Good thing we found seats.

Yummy food!

Kaycee had to go home after Mercato because she wasn't feeling well. We, on the other hand, went to Kebab! Kebab! for some drinks.

Niko's planking fail.

While waiting for our table in Kebab! Kebab!

Alpo and Apple the balikbayan/bakasyonista.

Apple and Ren

Me with the Vicencios.

Angel and a bored Niko.

I really missed hanging out with these guys. We also missed a lot of people last Friday but this ain't the last. There's one more before August ends because the balikbayans are going back where they came from. Looking forward.

Note: Yes, I drank a couple of bottles because I read somewhere it's okay for breastfeeding moms to drink once in a while, just not to the point of intoxication and breastfeeding doesn't come right after the last bottle. It will be okay to breastfeed after a couple of hours, depending on the amount of alcohol consumed and the mom has sobered up fully.

Photos grabbed from Alfreanne Panganiban and Purple Pascual's Facebook pages.

Pissed off is an understatement.

It has been 3 days since my mom directly insulted my capacity to send my daughter to "magagandang schools tulad ng mga pinagaralan niyo" but I still can't get over it. I wanted to scream at her when she said that but I didn't want Brianna to hear it (because 0-5 year old babies absorb EVERYTHING s/he hears). I kept my mouth shut. I didn't even mutter a sarcastic "Thank you, ha". I was that upset.

I am not upset because she didn't believe I will get enough money to send Brianna to an exclusive all-girls school or one of the top 4. I am upset because she's supposed to be the one who's giving me the biggest support because of the fact that she's my mom. As I always tell her, nangunguna pa siya sa mga nagbabagsak sakin.She's supposed to bring my spirits up when I feel weak but she's the first one to tell me "Oo nga, di nga kaya". I mean, what's that?! Brianna's pedia is so much more supportive than her.

Breastfeeding's another issue. Everyone - and I mean EVERYONE - keeps on pushing me to breastfeed. That I am patient enough to go through with it. That I can do it 'til Brianna's a year old. That I CAN breastfeed. But, guess what, my mom tells me "Wala ka namang gatas." How supportive.

I want to move out already. I can't wait to live on my own. Really. I hate hearing negativity and I hate the lack of support from my own family. I want to move out. Now.