I promised myself that I’m not gonna make a big deal about getting my site back, but what can I say, I’m happy to have my site live again! I missed blogging and putting my thoughts in writing. And even though I have fallen back in my writing and came back blogging “I’m back and here to stay” many times than I care to count, I still wouldn’t dream about leaving this altogether and abandoning all my old posts in the process.
I did think about reverting back to a free hosting service, because I fear that everything I have ever written– especially those I’ve written so The Kid may read them when he’s old and grown up– will vanish if something happens to me and I’m unable to renew. But it’s illogical to think that one will have more control over a free-hosted blog than a self-hosted one. Whatever.
So I’m glad to be back, and I hope to be able to blog as often as I had the first time I did
Me: You’re a very bright, bright boy! You’re gonna be a great doctor! Do you wanna be a doctor?
neYo: No
Me: No? What do you wanna be?
neYo: Bing! Bing! Bing!
Me: You mean a police?! But that’s not a safe profession. I don’t like it.
neYo: [stares questioningly at me with unblinking eyes]
Me: So, how about a lawyer then? Do you wanna be a lawyer?
neYo: No
Me: So what do you want to be?
neYo: Yeehah!
Me: like a cowboy? but we don’t even live in a farm?
It seems like forever since I last wrote on this blog. I miss blogging, that’s for sure, but life always gets in the way of my writing and I watch helplessly as one life event after event just go by and one blog inspiration after inspiration went forgotten. And still no blog posts.
I’m not gonna say “I’m back and here to stay!” though, like I’ve had several times I came back from hibernation only to fall back on my writing again. I am under no illusions this time and I’ve kinda accepted that I’ll only be able to blog when I’m in between projects.
So, hi there, I hope to be able to publish a longer post next time. I still got a lot of things to write as it is. (I promised myself I’ll write ne-yo birthday letters he’ll hopefully enjoy reading when he grows up every time his birthday comes up, and it’s been weeks since he turned two! but I still have to put down in writing the letter I have already written a thousand times in my head!).
So anyway, just to say I’m still alive, and writing — just not on this side of the web.
Les Pappu wasn’t a random choice. It’s been my salon since college, even though the last time I had my hair treated there was over 5 years ago. For the record, I have a healthy hair: black, lustrous, naturally straight hair. Call it genes or luck or the Aloe Vera plant and oil I like applying centuries ago, but I never had to have my hair treated, even when I started growing it long in HS, for it to look beautiful. The last time I had split-ends was back in elementary when I still couldn’t tell the difference.
Pardon me for the massive ego, but let me just establish further that even though I sometimes subject my hair to curl treatment (about 4 times in my lifetime), my hair would always bounced back beautifully to its straight form. I do get the occasional hot oil and, when I’m being fastidious and suffering from bouts of vanity, a relaxation treatment. But certainly, hair straightening and rebonding was far from my mind. In fact, had it not been for the wave treatment I got over a year ago, I might never have considered getting even a relax.
Yep, it was just a relaxer, but now my hair looked as frizzy as it is dull. From the first few seconds that the formula was applied on my hair, I already felt a burning sensation on my scalp. It came too soon and too strong. I don’t remember putting up with such pain before, but I wasn’t worried yet, because I’ve always been satisfied with their hair relax treatment. I remember too well that even those with wiry hair came out with stunning straight hair after a relax years back (Manila hasn’t heard of hair rebond then).
I asked my attendant if Les Pappu’s hair relax formula has changed and I got a negative. So even after my hair was blow dried, I was only mildly worried and irritated that my hair felt sticky and looked dry and kinky. I thought it was only the WAY my hair was treated and that it was just the “blow-dry” phase. Until the next day when I washed it.
You’d think that when your hair got a straightening treatment it’d be thinner when gathered together, but my hair wasn’t. My hair curiously was thicker.
I suspect my hair feels thicker because it looks like this up close
But that’s not where the nightmare ends. When I combed my hair, some strands stretched back up my scalp like a rubber band, effectively making it even more messy. And when I tried to comb it again, some strands broke into small inches. And then the most distressing: I got a patch of ugly red wound on my scalp, two to be precise: one small and one as big as the old one peso coin. For days, I’ve been teetering between worry that the wound would leave the area bald, and assurance that if it did it will probably grow back again. Or not.
Until now and almost two weeks after, the wound refused to heal and it still feels like I‘m combing copper wire strands every time. My hair looks like a lump of thin threads when wet and when it’s dry, it looks like the hair of my Barbie doll after I insisted on combing it when I was young. I’m not joking.
I wish there’s a law protecting us customers from faulty hair treatment, but as it is, I can only whine here on the Internet. I should have taken my cue from the closed stalls of the once big — two or more units– branch of Les Pappu. But I didn’t. I shouldn’t have taken the word of their staff that the formula wasn’t altered. After all, even the content and formula of popular consumer products are changed every now and then. It’s too late for should and shouldn’t haves now, but I will not sulk and stay at home embarrassed to go out with my long horrible hair. I will not let it look like it’s harboring small creatures under its kinky tresses. Even if it means my daily routine will include endless conditioning and oil treatment so the chemical won’t sit on my hair for long. Hopefully, my hair will cooperate.
While I totally love Globe’s 4G Wimax and would love to have my own as soon as I can justify the monthly bill to myself, I hate (or perhaps hate is a bit strong) Globe’s plug and play modem. Oh sure the transfer rate is enough for the word processing work and web research I do all day, but that’s just the thing, you know. I’d be an absolute idiot if I’ll load the stick for at least 15 hours everyday but not get a subscription. Obviously, it’d be more cheaper to go postpaid if I’m going to use the Internet all day everyday for 30 days. The operative word is everyday. It’d be madness not to take advantage of SUPERSURF promo for example especially if I already know about it. Ignorance is stupidity these days.
But the problem with availing Globe’s Internet promo is that it’s so unreliable it utterly deserves all my hate when I needed to go online but couldn’t because it refuses to cooperate. Of course, I could always click the CONNECT button and dispensed with registering my balance for the promo, but why should I when that would mean surfing the Internet for a couple of hours against surfing unlimited with the promo registration? — or at least as soon as the system stops saying “SORRY. Hindi pa ma-process ang iyong request” [Sorry. Your request cannot be processed at this time]. And I’m telling you, I get the same message every couple of minutes for one whole day! As soon as one promo subscription expires and I try to register again for another Unlimited session, they give me the same message for 24 hours or so, until I’m dam*ing the company to hell and back and I’m ready to accept defeat and “Connect” already without using their “permanent promo“. It’s as if the system (I’m not saying the “Globe“, oh no, I’m not paranoid like that!) is forcing you to NOT avail of the promo and get yourself spending ridiculous amount of Internet load.
Smart, on the other hand, has clearly made up their minds that a “promo” is a promo and should be available when their subscribers need it. Registering for an UNLISURF in smart’s plug and play is a breeze. So why am I still using my Globe? Well you see, with Smart, it takes forever to just open a website. And don’t let me start on download and upload speed. It’s lousy as lousy goes. And as if that isn’t enough, I often get disconnected I’d be enormously surprised if I remained connected for one whole day.
So my recommendation? Get a Globe Wimax. The speed is amazingly impressive. Loads faster than you can say Chao Phraya River. The plus point for me is its portability. Even if it’s postpaid, I can move it anywhere with me should I wake up one day and decide I’m fed up with our nosy neighbors. That means, as long as you don’t mind lugging its bulky body, you can bring it with you anywhere too. Just probably not the wi-fi zoned malls and other public places. Certainly not at Starbucks, although nobody’s really stopping you. Gotta love it, right?
So I was wearing a shirt with a hole in the front and neYo, whom I was putting a shirt on, found the hole and told me about it (Neyo sometimes associates holes with cats).
neYo : ol [hole] [inserts his finger in the hole]
me : oh yes! that’s a hole! good eye, darling.
neYo : ol [hole]… cat!
me : What did the cat say?
neYo : maw! [meow]
me : how about the dog?
neYo : aw!
me : how about the duck?
neYo : [pause] duck!
me : no. it’s quack quack!
neYo : [smiles]
So many people, it seems have been stricken by the royal fever that is the lovely picture that Kate Middleton and HRH Prince William of Wales make. I live a hundred miles away from London but if the number of TV channels airing the royal wedding live in my country is any indication of the scores of people interested in the event, I could have been living in UK myself. Even my sister living in Dubai with her British husband had to call just to find out if we’re seeing the same thing on our TV screens!
For sure, the wedding fed my fascination with the English–now more commonly, British– monarchy. I feel so in my elements with all the talk about titles, heirloom, curtsy and royal protocols while feasting my eyes on royal vehicles with their coat of arms, ladies dressed in modesty wearing feather hats and horse-drawn carriages. And with just a wee bit of urging, I talk incessantly about titles, dukedoms and royal estates to no one in particular in the house.
But aren’t the two of them just lovely?! I’m falling in love more and more with them, especially after watching their love story movie film. It’s a fairy-tale love story at its best! Absolutely marvelous! The hero wasn’t just one of the most eligible bachelor, he was the paragon of eligibility himself. He’s the Prince! And his bride was ordinary as ordinary goes. So sweet.
And now the bride is the Lady of the Cambridge House or estate or whatever it actually is. The bride received the Duchess title–the highest of all her newly gotten titles– along with other titles Prince William has, and should now be addressed as Her Grace. Ya, I could talk about this all day!
So, from the bottom of my heart, I wish Her Grace happiness, and the two of them bliss in their marriage life. May they live happily ever after
From hopeless romantic, royal enthusiast me.
When The Kid was about a year old, I remember how fascinated he was with piles of merchandise on display at the supermarket. With a new-found independence, being able to walk around on his own, everything seems interesting and deserves his total attention. He would walk around the narrow lanes hurriedly like he wants to see everything all at once, unmindful of me and my voice constantly calling him to me. I had to pretend to be leaving him all the time just so he’d leave the pack of dish flavorings hanging from a metal suspender, at one time. He left chaos in his wake. He wanted to bring everything his small arms could carry as we move along. He even got several packs of feminine wash he got fond of stacking while waiting for me to finish choosing what I wanted on another rack. I’ve always wondered in amusement what the people around us could have thought when I called The Kid to me and he came rushing with loads of feminine wash boxes. I hope they didn’t think I was panic-buying.
Now, no longer do The Kid struggle carrying many small items like that. He doesn’t have to get up, only to get down again to pick up what he just dropped, and then back again. Now, The Kid has learn to use his chin! And yep, I’m quite the amazed mom
So, I thought I’d make a list of The Kid’s milestones now, even though he’s already one and they don’t come like rain drops anymore.
Ne-Yo’s Milestones At 21 Months:
- learned to use his chin to aid his hands in grasping and holding together objects and group of objects.
- can string two or more words together. He’s starting to speak in a sentence! [buy ahm (buy food); bye --insert name here--- (bye -name!-) ; bye go up (bye, I'm going up); --name-- car (--name-- is in the car); pop-eye car (popsy's car)]
- Can call and name people with two succeeding words [tata beh (tita bel); aya toton (kuya tonton)].
- has disposed of using a diaper during the day! Yep, just a little more “fine tuning” and I can proudly say he’s already toilet-trained!
- can recognize and point to a few shapes, numbers and letters of the alphabet. [I wish boys aren't so active! We need more sitting time!].
- can take his own pants off
- can understand a few Filipino words and speak both Filipino and English. When he answers me in Filipino and I tell him I don’t understand, he promptly translates it in English!
- has learned to jump (from a higher ground down)! Don’t be surprise if I get a heart attack one of these days.
- has showed understanding of abstract concept and attached word to it that I never taught him [He saw a father and son interaction on TV, pointed to the father and said "papa"].
- can put a bottle of water in the fridge without help : open the resisting fridge door with one hand while holding a rather heavy bottle on the other, put the bottle inside the fridge and then close the fridge again.
The rest are escaping me at the moment, but it’s worth mentioning that people often thought he’s already three years old because of his height (and girth, I guess). He’s such a big big baby and I’ll never tire of saying I’m proud of the fact. He still can’t call me “mommy” and only calls me “mom”, sometimes mom-mom and at other times mama and ma, when he hears some cousins calling their mothers “ma”. He likes repeating what he hears. Course, that also means he calls me “tata” [tita] sometimes. He even calls me “che” [chell] sometimes! Funny kid.
NOTE TO THE KID:
I wrote this when you were 21 months old, but you learned all these, except the jumping and taking your pants off yourself parts, at 20 months.
So I have started toilet-training The Kid. But aside from the number of pants and shorts I had to wash each day, nothing much changed. The first two days, The Kid would just look at his wet pants, the wet floor, and then point to it with just a wee bit of puzzlement and say “phop [poop]“ even though he means pee. By the end of the first week, The Kid has learned to shout “Mom! Phop!“ like I told him to. Only, he’s calling me after he’s already peed. * rolls eyes* That’s for the first week. Second week has seen some improvement.
If a friend who had her child pee-trained at age 1, hadn’t told me about UTI contracted by her son because he didn’t want to get wet and held his pee for as long as he could, I’d have forever thought it was the heat that’s causing The Kid to pee less. Suddenly, I’m not wiping the floor dry practically every hour, and The Kid was always immaculately dry.
So, I started bringing him to the toilet every hour under the guise of “bath” which he absolutely loves having (if the cluttered bathroom he leaves in his wake every time is any indication). True enough, as soon as the pants are off, The Kid looks down his little thing and watch it pass urine.
The “bath” is a tad problematic though because now, he says “bath” every second of the day and I, the confused mom, rush him to the bathroom worrying he might hold it in if it’s actually “pee” he means. I draw comfort from the fact that it’s summer and the heat will likely save him from any bouts of colds, and then take my consolation from the few times that he actually peed like I expected.
I am hoping that in time, we’ll both have no confusion issues and that he’ll actually say “phop” [poop] and “phe” [pee] when he wants to go, because the opposite is just unthinkable! And not just because I wanted him to be completely toilet-trained by the time he’s two. I still have to think about poop, after all and it might be a long time coming because The Kid regularly poops in the morning [as soon as he wakes up and often before he even wakes up], so we only have the occasional poops in the day to practice.
So far, we have one successful poop in the toilet and a “getting there” status in pee. The potty we bought, which The Kid calls “teat“ [seat], has remained unused for the purpose it was created (and bought for!!!!). I blame its pretty cover that makes The Kid think it was just a “teat” [seat] with a “ole” [hole] and a cover! So now The Seat sits beside his dining table and is nothing more but that.
The only good thing that came out of it is that The Kid now can pour water down the top [yep, his chubby arms now can reach it! It used to be just the forehead!] of his head with a dipper. He can even “was” [wash] his little thing and dump water on it like a grown up! [often missing his target. Funny kid]. He makes a rather cute picture with the water dipper almost as big as his head. And he looks like a wet feline with beads of water dripping from his lashes lumped together by the water. And I’m rambling.
All right! I just gotta find a way to stop him from associating bathing with going, or I’ll have to train him to blow his nose correctly next. Summer, don’t leave yet!





