tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35241390736708002412024-03-12T18:45:33.545-07:00Turning Dreams to Realitytaking and documenting one family (mis)adventure at a time. ticking off dreams from our list bit by bit.pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.comBlogger196125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-10025114563134073272018-08-29T17:09:00.002-07:002018-08-29T17:09:24.153-07:00Transitioning and CopingIt's been more than 3 months since I gave up my job. I was a corporate slave since 2001. It was indeed to put it lightly - a major shift. But surprisingly, I'm transitioning really well (gauging by my emotional state at the moment).<br />
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When my husband and I shared this plan to some friends and family a couple of years ago, we were met with a lot of "apprehensions" and raised eyebrows. Did we think it through? Can't we just take a break?<br />
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While majority were cynical, there were a few who showed great support after hearing our rationale behind the decision. Even our company director did not hesitate to show support. Yes, I gave up what would probably have been a good career path given the growing team that I was leaving behind. If there was one thing I feel sad about leaving, it was giving up the chance to mentor and coach my new hires. Which I know has great potential, if only they're taught well. But I have great confidence in that they will blossom in their own perfect time. As long as they keep the fire of learning alive.<br />
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Other than that, I was ready. When the time came to pack my things, I walked out of the building with a light heart. I didn't even take a peek. I just walked straight ahead.<br />
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So what's keeping me busy these days?<br />
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Well, for one, I'm now 8 months pregnant so nesting instincts are on high at the moment. We have this room which ended up being a semi-bodega and I finally was able to clean it out, sort out the 'usables' from the 'throwables' and even manage to put up some in an online garage sale. I proved that there is definitely "pera sa basura". (Bubble thought: I can make a career out of this)<br />
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I am now about one-third away from finally finishing Kafka on the Shore which I started reading last quarter of 2017. Haha. It's record breaking considering the last time I finished a book was maybe 3 or 4 years ago (The Gift of an Ordinary Day, great book by the way).<br />
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I finished 3 tiny booties. And 2 petal flowers which I can make into a headband for Baby K.<br />
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I paint. And do some calligraphy practices. Although not as often as I'd hope I would. (And yes! I'm writing again!!! Isn't that amazing?)<br />
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I spend a ridiculous amount of time on Facebook. Hahaha.<br />
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So yes, I am transitioning really well. I miss checking my payslip come payday (like today, for example). But those things I can live without (with the right mindset, family goals and budgeting skills of course).<br />
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I now live for days when I see my daughter come home looking so cheerful because she knows I'm the one opening the door for her. And she can immediately share her day to me. She does this with no fail since school started. And I am learning and getting to know her more these days.<br />
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And look from my husband's face when he smells freshly cooked dinner when he gets home. He tells me waking up so early at 5am and scrambling to get to work early so he can leave early is all worth it. Because we all get to spend dinner time together.<br />
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Another major change is coming very soon. We used to be anxious about changes. Maybe this is how a 40-year-old mind works. Maybe it's a sign that we've matured. Maybe it's just us finally accepting that we're now adults.<br />
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All is good.<br />
<br />pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-3982979046668530952018-05-21T19:49:00.001-07:002018-05-29T19:00:42.924-07:00Flicker - Our Version of A Miracle<span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4b4f56;">Some pe</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #4b4f56;">ople welcome their 40s with a big celebration. After all, they always say that's when life begins.</span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #4b4f56; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;">We're only halfway through this journey. But I continue to hold on to the God's promise of this tiny miracle. He will hold our hand till Flicker's arrival.</span><br />
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<span style="color: #4b4f56; font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif;"><br /></span>pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-36413602830518806032015-02-10T22:00:00.001-08:002015-02-10T22:00:06.230-08:00Why I Blog<div class="MsoNormal">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I blog because it
helps me make sense of nonsensical things.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I blog because it
helps me clear my head and process unfolding events in a more organized
perspective.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I blog because it
challenges and improves my communication skills.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I blog because I
always have the nagging feeling to take note of every milestone I go through -
regardless of the significance or impact it has made on my life.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I blog because I
always believe that knowledge is power and that somewhere out there someone may
benefit from my experiences.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">But of late, I
stopped blogging.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I stopped because
I couldn't see sense out of anything.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I stopped because
I couldn't clear my head no matter how hard I try.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I stopped because
I couldn't communicate anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I stopped because
I couldn't see any milestones happening anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I stopped because
knowing didn't feel good anymore. It felt destructive, in fact.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And then, one day
I woke up and decided to shrug off all that negativity.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">It's time to get
myself together and start writing again.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Why? Because
really...there is so much happening around me that is worth taking note of. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">There is so much
to document. And share. <o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Life is good. It
is hard sometimes. But being alive and able to experience living is already
great on it's own.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-72477631484013015582014-09-07T19:34:00.000-07:002014-09-07T19:34:12.938-07:00One Day At A TimeSaw this in <a href="https://www.etsy.com/listing/110097724/black-and-white-art-print-one-day-at-a?ref=market">ETSY </a>last night.<br />
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My mantra for these past few months has been this. Monday is always exceptional heavy for me. If I can just lock myself at home for one more extra day I would. But no, I have to pull myself up. Face the day with conviction and all the positivity that I can muster.<br />
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Hang in there people! Before we know it, Friday's already around the corner.<br />
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<br />pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-5568087438206348392014-06-12T03:52:00.003-07:002014-06-12T03:52:41.976-07:00Slowly Picking Up The PiecesI have been away for sometime. I have been in and out of not so good times. But things are starting to be pieced together now. And I can only hope it's heading for the better now. What else is left for me to do anyways.<div>
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pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-80517982526892396142014-04-13T07:50:00.003-07:002014-04-13T07:50:40.479-07:00On Making ChoicesJust wanted to drop a quick hi! No i'm still not over my current predicaments but I do hope they will soon find their closures on their own. I sound really funny I know but when it's work issues I promised myself I will never, ever talk about them in detail here. <br />
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Apart from the eternal exhaustion, I do find silver linings on my daily struggles. I am learning a lot. And I really mean A LOT. That is enough for now. One day. My break will come. Note to self: Just sit tight. Be patient. Never forget.<br />
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He tells me that's good. But I should try to be <u>cautiously</u> optimistic.<br />
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I agree. But I don't have the slightest idea how to do that. Because I feel that the minute you start doubting your optimism (and creating plan B's, plan C's and D's) that's not being optimistic anymore.<br />
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So I would just rather remain as is right now. Cancer probably does that to you. Grows your faith. Keeps hope afloat on your side of the world.<br />
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Is being overly optimistic bad? They say anything in excess is always bad. Sigh.<br />
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AT this point though, I think staying a little more optimistic is the best thing for me to do. When I come to work, colleagues would ask where I get my energy or how do I keep my sanity intact despite every thing that's been happening around me lately. From my faith I guess. I learned how to surrender. And believe that every bad thing has an ending. And there is always a chance that tomorrow is going to be way better.<br />
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<i>***all photos/quotes grabbed from Pinterest</i>pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-39846853186059270062014-03-15T19:59:00.001-07:002014-03-15T20:00:06.059-07:00Recipe: Very Dark Chocolate Cookies (Just The Way We Like It!)<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I scoured food blogs for a cookie recipe that's easy to follow and one that lists most of the ingredients I already have on hand. And this is the closest <a href="http://www.yummly.com/recipe/Chocolate-Nutella-Cookies-473893?columns=5&position=7%2F75">recipe</a> I found. Except for the mixer, I have everything else on the list. So off I went to get my hands busy.</div>
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After about 12 minutes of baking, the cookies just came out perfect! Perfect even if just in my book.<br />
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Yields: 2 dozen 2 inch bite sized cookies<br />
prep time: 1 hr and 30 (including freezing time)<br />
baking time: 10-12 mins per batch<br />
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1 1/4 cup all purpose flour<br />
1 tsp baking powder<br />
1/2 tsp salt (omit if using salter butter)<br />
2/3 cup unsweetened cocoa powder<br />
1/2 c butter<br />
1/2 cup white sugar<br />
1/2 cup dark brown sugar<br />
1 1/2 tsp vanilla extract<br />
1/3 cup chocolate spread (the recipe called for nutella but I only have Nusco dark chocolate spread on hand)<br />
1/3 cup full cream milk<br />
chocolate buttons for topping (I used Goya dark chocolate buttons)<br />
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How I did it:<br />
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1. Preheat oven to 325 degrees Farenheit (about 200 degrees Celcius)<br />
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2. Whisk together flour, cocoa powder and baking powder.<br />
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3. Cream butter and sugar until smooth (on electric mix 2 mins medium speed). Add the extracts and beat for another 30 secs. Add chocolate spread until thoroughly mix and consistency is smooth.<br />
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4. Add half of dry ingredients and mix. Next add milk and mix. Add remaining dry ingredients and mix completely. <br />
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5. I took the mixture out of the bowl and shaped it into a log after. I covered it with plastic wrap and refrigerated it for about 20-30 minutes (You can also make this 2-3 days ahead and just store in the fridge)<br />
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6. When you are ready to bake, grease your baking pan or line it with baking sheet/parchment paper. Cut the cookie dough in your desired thickness and size (our was about half an inch thick and 2 inch wide, just bite size piece). Roll it into a ball and flatten with your palms. I pressed a piece of chocolate buttons in the center since I'm a real chocoholic but you can opt to add a piece of walnut (or pecans or marshmallow) as well if you would prefer to use other toppings.<br />
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7. Bake for about 10-12 mins. Take out of the oven and let cool for about 5 mins.<br />
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Enjoy with your favorite tea, coffee or ice cream!pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-91561066626489556212014-02-23T06:28:00.000-08:002014-02-23T06:29:43.092-08:00Update: Herb Garden<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We went up to Tagaytay around the <a href="http://tibsandfaye.blogspot.com/2014/01/ready-to-tackle-2014.html">3rd weekend of January to finally pick up new plants for our herb garden</a>. I had so much fun picking I almost forgot we will bring them home to Cavite via public transport. We ended up getting about 9 plants for just P560. Quite a steal, considering we went home with a fully mature and already heavily flowering pot of cherry tomatoes.<br />
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I just harvested a handful of ripened cherry tomatoes a couple of days ago. I couldn't help. I had to take a photo. And they were good. I immediately whipped out a breakfast of greens and finished them with a very, very slight drizzled of Japanese mayonnaise.<br />
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When I visit my thriving garden in the mornings, I can't help but think: Life is good.pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-35205848389403475652014-01-25T02:33:00.001-08:002014-01-25T02:33:35.330-08:00Recipe: Newbie Baker's Double Chocolate Loaf Cake I love dessert! In fact, I am proud to call myself a dessert monster.<br />
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But me and baking, no we don't get along well. It all started, this fear to bake, during my sophomore year in high school. We had a group baking project then at our home economics teacher's house and I can't remember exactly what I was designated to do then but I just ended up with burnt cookies. I thought then that me and the oven are never going to be good friends.<br />
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Baking is one of the skills I am dying to learn but am so scared to try. But just as the cliche goes: Face Your Fears. So that is exactly what I did.<br />
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Guess what? I faced my fears and defeated it!!!<br />
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Here are the ingredients (recipe adapted from allrecipes.com):<br />
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1 1/2 cup all purpose flour<br />
1/3 cup cocoa powder<br />
1/2 tsp baking soda<br />
2 tsps baking powder<br />
1 1/4 cup fine muscovado sugar<br />
1/3 cup butter, melted at room temperature<br />
2 eggs, whisked lightly<br />
1/4 cup unsweetened chocolate chips or shavings<br />
1 cup full cream milk<br />
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1. Preheat oven to 180 degrees Celcius.<br />
2. Sift together all dry ingredients (flour, cocoa, baking soda and baking powder). Mix with sugar.<br />
3. In a separate bowl mix melted butter, eggs and milk. Mix till thoroughly combined.<br />
4. Gently combine the wet and dry ingredients until mixed thoroughly.<br />
5. Drop chocolate chips/shavings into the mixture.<br />
5. Spoon the mixture slowly into small (I used 8x4), greased loaf pan and bake for 40-50 minutes until toothpick test comes out clean.<br />
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ENJOY!!!! (I'm now so excited to try other cake/pastry recipes. I'm hoping to try using flax seeds and oatmeal next time. Care to share your recipes?)<br />
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Yields: 1 8 lb loaf cake (about 10 half inch slices)<br />
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<br />pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-43000007296451739402014-01-07T21:33:00.001-08:002014-01-14T06:27:34.824-08:00Happy Birthday To The Love Of My Life!I wasn't in the mood to throw a surprise. I was just tired coming from a 2-week vacation with no yaya in tow. I am not complaining really. Just stating a fact. The past 6 years that we were married, I always try to put together a simple surprise but this year, well, I had to improvise. Or rather be spontaneous. And make do with what was available.<br />
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So the kid insisted on cake blowing. I wanted to buy cake but the husband insisted it is not necessary. Still. We did our best with whatever was edible from the charred Calamansi muffins that I tried to bake the night before.<br />
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We sang happy birthday. And yes, I caught him getting teary-eyed. He lovingly thanked us and heartily kissed me and Maia. HE WAS HAPPY. And that's all that really matters, right?<br />
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Happy birthday hanibants! Thank you for your patience. Thank you for your understanding. Thank you for all the support (or the lack thereof, yes, I still thank you for it because you always sort of balance my impulses). Cheers to 50 or even more (God-willing) birthdays we will celebrate together! We love you. To the moon and back. To infinity and beyond. To bottomless ka-corny-hans.<br />
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And yes, hard to believe but you are indeed 35!<br />
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And Maia takes credit for every word written on this card. I didn't have to say a thing. She just knew what she wanted to say.<br />
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pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-5932804781402069352014-01-02T20:02:00.001-08:002014-01-02T20:02:03.208-08:00Ready to Tackle 2014!<div style="text-align: justify;">
So it's a new year again. A fresh start for everyone. Have you listed down your resolutions? Well, I've personally stopped listing down mine a long time ago. But what I do is draft a plan for the year. Last year was a grand one that was put t a halt because I had to make a big room for a major change at work.</div>
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For 2014, I still am making plans. But nothing grand. I do not want to be overwhelmed this time. Just one project every quarter.</div>
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Q1 - Herb Garden Project. I've been keeping a <a href="http://www.pinterest.com/fayeparas/garden-ideas/">Pinterest board</a> for that project since the beginning of 2013. I hope to finally start that this weekend.</div>
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Q2 - Baking lessons. Tibs bought me a gas oven as a 2013 parting gift (also to commemorate all of the hardwork I've put in 2013. I plan to learn how to bake in Q2 in preparation for the kid's birthday as I want to make a homemade birthday cake for her this time.</div>
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Q3 - DIY Party for Maia's 6th birthday. I plan to do more crafts this quarter, improve on my artistic skills since I'm not really very creative. I'm one of those moms who really thank God for Pinterest. I want to do more DIYs this year. I want my little girl to feel I've put in more effort this time to make her birthday party more special.</div>
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Q4 - Home improvements. I plan to repaint our house this year. The last time we had our house repainted was Oct 2008 when I gave birth to Maia. I think it's high time we have it repainted. I've been planning to repaint it with teal. But the 3 of us will take a vote. We'll see how that goes.</div>
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That's how rough my plans are for 2014. Not filled with details but I'm just happy I got to list them down. I need to be constantly reminded so I'm posting them here.<br />
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How about you, have you drafted a list? My friend Toni's goals for 2014 are very inspiring. Go check it out <a href="http://wifelysteps.com/2014-resolutions-2-things-need-pursue-2014/">here</a>.<br />
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I welcomed 2013 with a steady mindset. I didn't foresee anything exciting for the year but I looked forward to it with a fresh outlook. Just as how I've always viewed the new year as new beginnings.</div>
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But before the first quarter was over, I found my plate filled with totally unexpected new challenges.<a href="http://tibsandfaye.blogspot.com/2013/04/marking-this-career-milestone.html"> I was offered something that would eventually rock my world</a>. Something that eventually forced me to put my mothering career aside and instead focus on my other love...that is mentoring. I couldn't complain. It came at the right timing. I had extra time in my hands anyways and the kid was not dependent on me anymore.</div>
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Suffice to say, it has been one heck of a rollercoaster ride since. For someone who totally abhors rollercoasters, this rollercoaster I'm riding has not stopped yet. And I don't think it's stopping anytime soon. Some days, it actually feels dizzying. But then again, I really couldn't complain. I am extremely blessed to be given this opportunity and the best way to show my gratitude I believe is for me to make good use of this blessing by providing the people I am mentoring the proper guidance and ensure we are all heading at the right direction.</div>
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My 2013 was also defined by travels. I planned for a lot of things mostly rooted to improving my home in 2013 but none of them were realized. Most of our weekends in 2013 were spent unpacking and then repacking our bags. But yes, I couldn't complain. Travels are great sources of learning and I am very grateful we had the chance to do that for our daughter.</div>
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Lots of lessons were learned in 2013 - career, relationships, roles. I learned the real meaning of priorities. I made the effort to be more prayerful and I discovered that prayers indeed work. YES. THEY. DO. and YES. THEY. WORK.</div>
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2013 was a huge year for me. And I am extremely grateful to everyone who made it the YEAR that it was for me. </div>
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pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-47556146070730729522013-10-20T05:00:00.000-07:002013-10-23T05:17:26.428-07:00Six.We're starting a new tradition this year (a tradition that I'm not really sure if we can sustain...but...), the morning of our anniversary we set off to fly out of Manila and into one of the most beautiful places here in the Philippines.<br />
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We never had a grand honeymoon so this serves as our little redemption. An 'almost' honeymoon with the kid and her yaya in tow.<br />
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No fancy dinners here. No fireworks. Surprise gifts for this year. But this place here. It's more than amazing for me.<br />
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Happy anniversary my hanibants. Thank you for taking me and your little princess here!<br />
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<br />pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-29227539142977595072013-09-29T08:44:00.000-07:002013-09-29T08:44:07.342-07:00Scenes From Japan: Tokyo SkytreeSo the night of our <a href="http://tibsandfaye.blogspot.com/2013/09/scenes-from-japan-four-cities-in-one-day.html">4 cities in one day adventure</a>, my coworker and I decided to head right straight to the Tokyo Skytree after checking in at the hotel. We were famished having skipped lunch so we can finish as many invoices as we can during our short stop at Gunma. We only had a piece of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onigiri">Onigiri </a>each and a can of coffee to get us through our hunger. I guess we're also just too excited to rest that we both silently agreed to just directly attack the paper pile in front us till it was time to leave.<br />
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We left Kumagaya at around 4:30. Took the Shinkansen to Ueno and checked in at the hotel at around 6pm. We freshened up a bit and got ready for dinner at the <a href="http://www.japan-guide.com/e/e3064_town.html">Tokyo Skytree Town</a>.<br />
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The <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tokyo_Skytree">Tokyo Skytree</a> is a very popular landmark in Tokyo. It's a tall skyscraper currently ranking number 2 as the tallest structure in the world next to the Burj Khalifa in Dubai. During my first trip to Tokyo, one of my coworkers pointed at the Skytree while we were on board the train to Kumagaya. It didn't really piqued my curiosity so when I came back it still wasn't on my must-see places. But my coworker convinced me it was really pretty in there at night so we decided to grab dinner there. It took us about 3 train transfers and less than 30 minutes to get to the Skytree from Ueno.<br />
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When we arrived at Oshiage station, we decided to explore Solamachi and the Skytree Town first. My co-worker being a frequent Japan visitor, has been here countless times but she was gracious enough to pretend as if it was her first. We considered trying out the tour but eventually decided not to push through. I was too cheap to pay for a the tour and I have not really gotten rid of my fear of heights yet. So after walking around for about 30 minutes, we decided to head up and eat. I couldn't remember now exactly which floor we decided to eat but it was definitely that part where set meals are served (hahaha). We were initially aiming to dine in one of those open kitchen restaurants but we didn't want to go home broke so we opted to remain within the range of practicality.<br />
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After dinner, we walked a little bit more but my coworker had to meet friends in Shibuya that night and I wanted to call home too so we headed back to Ueno at around 830. Is the Skytree a must-see even for people like me who avoid tourist-y places? I must say, yes. It still is. Go at night. I think it's beauty is really best appreciated at night.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">From Japan-Guide.com, here's a guide on how to get to the Skytree Town:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">Tokyo Skytree Town spans the area between Tokyo Skytree Station (formerly known as Narihirabashi Station) on the Tobu Isesaki Line (nicknamed the Tokyo Skytree Line), and Oshiage Station on the Asakusa Subway Line, Hanzomon Subway Line and Keisei Oshiage Line. Alternatively, it is a 20 minute walk across the Sumida River from Asakusa.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">Tokyo Skytree can also be reached by direct buses from Tokyo Station (30 minutes, 500 yen one way, 3 buses/hour), Ueno Station (30 minutes, 200 yen, 5 buses/hour), Tokyo Disney Resort (45-55 minutes, 500 yen, 1 bus/hour) and Haneda Airport (50-70 minutes, 900 yen, 1 bus/hour).</span>pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-65894068341563625382013-09-22T05:03:00.004-07:002013-09-29T08:45:00.660-07:00Scenes From Japan: Four Cities in One Day<div>
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On the last day of our week during my travel last May to Niigata, my coworker and I was asked to help out the accounting staff in another site with some month-end invoices. That site is located in Gunma which is roughly about 2 and half hours by bullet train (Shinkansen) and bus from Nagaoka (the city we stayed in while we were in Niigata).<br />
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We woke up early to catch the 530 am train to Kumagaya so in turn we can catch the 8am bus to Gunma. I travel light but with a heavy laptop strapped to my back while walking and running around, my body was screaming tired already. But we gotta do what we were there to do and that is give assistance to anyone who needed our help so we shrugged off the exhaustion and pulled ourselves together to make our legendary four Japan cities in one day trip. As a headstart, we decided to skip breakfast at the hotel and just grab a quick one at the Kumagaya Station.<br />
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We arrived in Kumagaya around 730 and decided not to make a dash to catch the 755 bus anymore. We lingered a bit at Starbucks after grabbing breakfast and while waiting for the next bus at 810. I also took advantage of the rare treat to access wifi and spent about 15 minutes on Skype with my family back home. It felt good to finally see them after 5 days. </div>
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After answering a few more emails, we headed to catch the bus and managed to get to the Gunma office at around 10am. We immediately attacked the tasked that was handed over to us hoping to finish and leave by 4pm. We wanted to get to Tokyo by 7-ish. And we did manage to do so.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Exhausted? Yes we were here. But the smile isn't faked because the following morning, we are heading home!</td></tr>
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Next up, I'm going to share lots of photos and a short narrative of my first visit to the <a href="http://tibsandfaye.blogspot.com/2013/09/scenes-from-japan-tokyo-skytree.html">Tokyo Skytree</a>. </div>
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If this blog can talk, it probably would have stopped talking to me now due to broken heart and deep resentment from my neglect. I've been an absentee blogger. And yes dear blog, I deeply I apologize for that.<br />
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It is not my intention. But I'm probably just aging. And admittedly, I just couldn't make time to blog anymore. And they blocked everything at work now so I couldn't even squeeze blogging in during lunch breaks. Bummer, eh!????<br />
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So even if September is almost ending, I am compelling myself to finish this post.<br />
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September marks my anniversary with my current employer. This year, I celebrate my sixth year with them. That's the longest I've been with an employer. I usually remember my exact anniversary date but this year, I surprisingly forgot. Aging, I blame you again.<br />
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During my commute home on the day of anniversary, I reflected on the things I learned in the past six years. I think I was able to finish an 800 worded essay if I had a word processor installed inside my head then. It has been one heck of a roller coaster ride for me. First 3 years was a real struggle, then on the 4th year things started to make a turn for the better. On the 5th year, my efforts are starting to get noticed. This year, I can honestly say, I'm happy where I am now.<br />
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Through the years, I've learned that patience indeed is a virtue. But as virtues are, it can be earned and nurtured. I learned patience the hard way. And admittedly, I was a late bloomer in that department. Having less of patience on those early years, I did attempt to leave. But luck wasn't really on my side then. The first series of rejections really broke me and almost left my esteem bucket almost dry. I was jaded and was almost coming to work in auto-pilot mode. The enthusiasm left me.<br />
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I'm a totally changed person now. And I'm glad I am now in a place where my passions can be openly pursued. I love mentoring people. Young or old. I just hope the spark I have now will finally rub on the people that are with me now.<br />
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Ahhhh, despite confessing to being happy, I know I still have a long way to go. So I continue to pray for strength and wisdom to make the right decisions.<br />
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Enough senti. Hello and almost goodbye, September.pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-60477481588135688802013-09-08T10:26:00.002-07:002013-09-08T10:26:43.079-07:00Happy Place: Mandaue FoamThis weekend has been a very productive one. We accomplished a lot and yet still manage to maximize rest by claiming the entire afternoon for siesta. Ain't that just the perfect weekend?<br />
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The highlights of this weekend were <a href="http://maiaisobel.blogspot.com/2013/09/weekend-love-litte-nwies-tea-party-at.html">my date with the little miss yesterday</a> and my furniture store date with the husband this morning. I already documented about yesterday's highlight here, so let me rave about this morning this time.<br />
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<a href="http://www.mandauefoam.ph/">Mandaue Foam</a> has been in my list of must-visit-shops for sometime now. But the when it comes to shopping, my husband and I have this silent rule to never go to a must-visit-shop unless the necessity arises or unless there's an ongoing sale. Saves us the heartache brought about by either impulsive buying or not being able to buy anything because we can't effin' afford an item.<br />
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Today however fit both of our criteria so we made the trip even if we both hated going out of the house on a Sunday. We don't regret it because the trip was a success.<br />
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We've been saving up for a replacement to sofa for sometime now. And finally we found that replacement at 25% off. I don't know if it's because we were in the shop early so the staff had lots of energy to help us but I really like how helpful they were without being too pushy (if you know what I mean). And they seem to be very knowledgeable about their products which is another plus.<br />
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The husband and I found several items that we think we also need at home but we have yet to make room for those in our budget so we had to forego. But Mandaue Foam has now definitely found it's way to our list of happy places. We'll definitely go back. Hopefully, they do another one of this major sale soon!<br />
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Here's a list of <a href="http://www.mandauefoam.ph/">MF </a>branches here in Metro Manila:<br />
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RIZAL<br />
Cainta, Rizal<br />
KM 23, Ortigas Avenue Extension<br />
Brgy. San Juan<br />
(02) 660 6457 or (02) 656 6804<br />
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MANILA<br />
Mandaluyong City<br />
#489 Shaw Blvd.<br />
Brgy. Addition Hills<br />
(02) 721 0661 to 65<br />
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MANILA<br />
Quezon City<br />
Quezon Ave. corner BMA Street<br />
Brgy. Dona Josefa<br />
(02) 711 0801 to 03<br />
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MANILA<br />
Las Piñas City<br />
487 Alabang Zapote Road<br />
Brgy. Almanza Uno<br />
(02) 556 5621 or (02) 556 6086<br />
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The branch nearest to us is the one in Las Pinas and this was a 3-storey building filled with all the good stuff. And at first, I thought they were really expensive items but drop by during sale season like this and the catalog prices won't be as intimidating anymore.<br />
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Sharing photos I took from this morning's trip. Unfortunately, their sale ends tomorrow. But if you badly need a furniture fix, a trip to Mandaue Foam tomorrow might just be worth it.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">sofas for as low as P8000 (catalog price, no discount yet), <br />sets going for P15000 (no discount applied yet)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">throwpillows and cases starting at 250php</td></tr>
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pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-76729937773922216222013-08-06T11:15:00.001-07:002013-08-06T11:15:03.986-07:00Recipe: Breakfast Burrito<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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A few weeks ago, my college bff who is now based in the US was here from a month long vacation. We got together over dinner with our respective families and other college buddies. We started reminiscing about my brief stay with her when I visited the US in 2007.<br />
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The day after our dinner meet up, I remembered the first meal I had in CA was a fat tasty burrito. I took an early flight out of Phoenix then to spend a weekend with her in Orange County. She picked me up from the airport and we drove through a burrito place. That memory had me craving for burritos. Luckily, I saved a packed of tortilla bread in our freezer. I quickly searched the web for a simple breakfast burrito recipe and realized that well, I can easily make my own recipe up...with whatever is available in our fridge.<br />
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So I thawed the tortilla out. Heated the pan. And started chopping. I didn't think my family would like it, but they surprisingly did. It was a hit, especially to my little girl.<br />
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Shared a photo in instagram and a few friends asked for a recipe. So here goes, my very easy quick breakfast burrito recipe.<br />
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Cooking time: really quick, like 5 mins<br />
Prep time: depends on how fast you chop and how many you would be chopping but roughly 10mins in my case<br />
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What you will need:<br />
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- tortilla bread, I used herbed tomato tortilla from French Baker<br />
- shredded lettuce, I used iceberg for this one<br />
- plum tomatoes, chopped<br />
- white onion, chopped<br />
- bell peppers (red, green, yellow, whatever you have), chopped<br />
- grated cheese<br />
- scrambled eggs<br />
- Japanese mayo<br />
- optional -- diced leftover chicken, longganisa, tocino<br />
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I just love this guy. (Unfortunately, he doesn't love me back. Haha. But I'm equally happy with the love I'm getting my the hubs and yes, of course, I love him more). I'm still hungover from watching <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1817273/">The Place Beyond The Pines.</a> I'm no movie critic so I won't post a review of that movie. Although I am strangely drawn to movies of this nature (Have you watched Drive and Blue Valentine? He was amazing on those movies, too.). And I just have to say this -- dress him in rags and he'd still look gorgeous. Haha. 'Nuff said.</div>
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Somehow all this has proven to be true for me. </div>
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When my mom turned 35 years old, I remember thinking "wow, mommy's old already". I secretly searched for gray hairs but found only a few strands. (Hmmm so maybe she's not THAT old yet) But you see at 35, mommy already had 4 kids and was pregnant with our youngest and one and only brother. Two of those kids were already in high school and I'm pretty sure things weren't all pink and rosy in our home then. We were 4 kids with different personalities and all of which are strongly opinionated. It must have been crazy times for my mom then.</div>
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At 35, I don't think I can ever compare to my mom. But I'd like to think that I make her proud somehow. (my mom seems to be quiet a mind-reader she sent me a very touching message containing an almost identical thought early this morning)</div>
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I am a grown (haha finally yes!), independent woman. and I am raising the most adorable kid of her time. (haha, indulge me. it's my birthday!) What more can a mother ask for? (Mommy apir!)</div>
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This year felt a little different though. I don't feel the same level of excitement that I did in my past birthdays (as you know i'm a sucker for surprises and celebrations - even if they're just simple ones). I'm a little melancholic to be honest. Worry occupies most of my brain space these days I could hardly make room for HAPPY anymore. And I badly miss the old, positive me. (dear positive me, where art thou?)</div>
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BUT like a kid growing in phases, I guess adults constantly go through that stage too. (Or maybe we never really do stop growing in phases, no?)</div>
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I do wish though that I get through this phase soon as it is not really fun to be in.</div>
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For now, I bask in the warm thought that I was gifted with another year. A blessing that is very, very priceless to me and my family. Hopefully, I make good use of this wonderful gift again in the coming year. I hope to touch more lives, inspire more people in my own little way, help make this world a better place in any way I can. I hope to be a better mother, a better wife, a better sibling, a better daughter, a better friend, a better mentor.</div>
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I really don't wish for anything more. Oh maybe good health and more strength to endure more challenges in long distance running. I am very easy to please and the Lord seems to know that pretty well. :) And in retrospect, it seems I've been in constant celebratory mood since the beginning of this year. I've been receiving blessings bit by bit starting from the time I official finished my (first) marathon. I like it better this way, blessings trickling slowly than them pouring all at the same time. I'm not good at handling things when I'm overwhelmed, you see.</div>
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So today, I am reminded again of how lucky I am. Co-workers took a few hours off their busy schedules to work on a surprise for me. I couldn't stop laughing when I saw this poster that (I was told) they've labored on for almost half a day yesterday. They collected greetings from all of the people I work with every day (even the people from Japan). I feel so loved. And one of my teammates, surprised me with cupcakes (which I really have a huge weakness on) from Larcy's which I've been dying to try for so long now. The day just couldn't get any better. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">my instagram caption for this was: "<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica, arial; line-height: 15px; text-align: start;">My </span><a class="htCaption" href="http://statigr.am/tag/goal/" style="border: 0px; font-family: Helvetica, arial; font-weight: 700; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px; text-align: start;">#goal</a><span style="font-family: Helvetica, arial; line-height: 15px; text-align: start;"> is to achieve that body by end of this year..." Hahaha. </span></span><br />
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My daughter who has been singing the happy birthday song to me every morning since Saturday has been bugging me to reveal what kind of cake I am going to blow a candle from but I dismissed her request because I really wasn't in the mood for birthday candle blowing. Still somebody got me cupcakes with colorful candles to boot so later, the daughter and I will blow a candle together since I am bringing home a cupcake for her. :)</div>
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So much to thank for no? The gift of living and loving. It's all over. Sometimes you just have to open your heart wider to make way for them because some days it's just so huge you think something's missing but actually it's just so huge you don't feel it because your heart is not wide enough to receive it. </div>
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Okay, I better stop. I don't think I'm making any sense now. But yes, it's a happy day. No room for melancholy.</div>
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I thought my life at work can't get anymore tougher than how it's been in the past 3 months but apparently, it still can. That's how horrible this week has been for me. I would wake at 2am-ish and couldn't get back to sleep anymore. That's how bad my work issues have been nagging me. They hunt me even in my sleep. I was never the type who allows herself to be bothered at home by work but my life just seemed to have turned upside down these past few months <span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><i>(sometimes I look at the mirror and ask, do i still know you? wahaha joke lang)</i></span>. </div>
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At 2 am, I am always close to pulling my hair and shouting at the top of my lungs: "Stopppppppppp!...I want my old life back." </div>
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But that's just a knee-jerk reaction really. A glass of cold water always does the job of cooling my troubled mind off. And I start telling myself, "you know you can do better than that." Then I start counting sheep and finally fall back to sleep at a thousand and one.</div>
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Several times this week, I'd catch myself deep in thought...with just one particular thing running in my mind -- can I just focus on being a mom and wife instead? I know I'm at my ultimate best (ultimate na. best pa.) in this role. Why can't I just choose to be that?</div>
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When co-workers get so overwhelmed by work they usually run to me for inspirational stuff, and I often am able to give them a boost. But why can't I do the same for myself? It's so damn hard convincing myself THIS TOO SHALL PASS. </div>
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BUT I do know for a fact, it will. So I probably should just stop at this point and picture a warm, sunny weekend with my fab fam instead. Our garden has just been restored to it's old self I can almost here it calling out for us to set up a cozy breakfast table filled with our pinoy breakfast favorites. <i>Yes, I should probably do that tomorrow. Or maybe on Sunday morning after completing our 10-miler.</i></div>
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Okay so enough with the drama. I better start chanting what the poster above says. And I'm just really happy I have a very supportive family who are always ever willing to give me tons of hugs for comfort. </div>
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A. Attached or Single? Attached and will never be detached. :)<br />
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B. Best Friend? Scarlet. (because we've been friends for so long and we read each other's minds -- ay ako lang pala i can read her mind wahaha)<br />
<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Pero baka may magtampo, a have a handful of super close friends too. And you know who you are :)<br />
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C. Cake or pie? Hmm, I'll go for pie. But will take cake in the absence of. Hahhaa (what can i say, i have a sweet tooth)<br />
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D. Day of choice? Friday! There's just something about Friday that totally erases whatever crappy memory I have of the current workweek.<br />
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E. Essential Item? I dreaded saying this but now -- my mobile phone, i think. (I'm totally attached now. Sadly)<br />
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F. Favorite color? Green. Any shade of it, except for Neon.<br />
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G. Gummy bears or worms? Not a fan of either but if i really have to choose will take the sour worms.<br />
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H. Hometown? Belison, Antique (i know...you never heard of such place. but it's a very quite town and i always miss it!)<br />
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I. Favorite Indulgence? Dark chocolates and freshly brewed coffee (sorry that's two. i can't help it hahaha)<br />
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J. January or July? January because our family has a lot of celebrations in this month. And cliched -- but true, right? New Beginnings.<br />
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K. Kids? One adorable but mischievous kid. (probably going to be the one and only so i'm really trying to fill up my patience bank now)<br />
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L. Life isn’t complete without? My family. They are my most prized treasure.<br />
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M. Marriage date? 10.20.07<br />
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N. Number of brothers/sisters? 1 little bro and 3 little sisters (but they're all adults now and all bigger than me)<br />
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O. Oranges or Apples. Apples. Just because I'm too lazy to peel off oranges<br />
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P. Phobias? Mall crowd (hahaha di naman may term ba dun?)<br />
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Q. Quotes? "No pain, no gain" -- this was in my HS yearbook. still stands true till now esp when I'm training for a marathon. Hahaha<br />
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R. Reasons to smile? Tibs and Maia. God's providence.<br />
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S. Season of choice? Summer because this is when I get to take longer leaves at work and come home to Antique to reunite with my family<br />
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T. Tag 5 People. Almost everyone i know in the blogging world has been tagged. But just like Aimee's note: if you haven't been tagged yet and you want to join, feel free to tag yourself! :D<br />
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U. Unknown fact about me? Before I became a parent, the only nursery rhymes that I can sing/recite from memory is Jack and Jill and Twinkle, twinkle little star. Haha.<br />
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V. Vegetable? The dark green leafy ones (Pechay, Malunggay)<br />
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W. Worst habit? Not prioritizing sleep. And cramming. (okay that's habits)<br />
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X. Xray or Ultrasound? Uhmmm ultrasound? Because it's more safe and reliable?<br />
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Y. Your favorite food? Anything with sabaw. (soup dishes)<br />
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Z. Zodiac sign? Cancer.<br />
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So that's about it. This sure was fun to do!pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3524139073670800241.post-48111045014948072132013-06-14T07:31:00.000-07:002013-06-14T07:35:44.617-07:00Scenes From Japan: Foodtripping in Nagaoka (Day 1 Neneya)<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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Day 1: Neneya</div>
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We found this restaurant after walking within the vicinity of Nagaoka Station for almost an hour. We were starving and extremely exhausted from travelling for almost THE entire day (left Manila at 9am, arrived in Tokyo at 230pm and checked in at Hotel Mets in Nagaoka at around 6pm already). We unpacked a few of our things for work, freshened up a bit and went down around 7pm to eat but to our dismay would find out that most restaurants around the area close early (at around 730pm most shops are already closed). </div>
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We were almost ready to give up and opt for a fastfood meal at the KFC store that we found near the Cocolo supermarket but decided to check out the other side of the road and found this gem of a restaurant at the second floor of a building that turned out to be housing several seafood restaurants as well. This was a private dining restaurant - meaning, every table is enclosed in a small room (the one we were ushered in was just big enough for my co-worker and me) - and we were expecting premium food prices but surprisingly, according to my Japanese co-worker was just right (not too pricey).</div>
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We opted to dine light so we ordered food that were mostly with veggies. The main course was a rice dish since the Niigata Prefecture is really popular for it's rice (and yes, sake).</div>
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Oh after taking a bite of our appetizer, my co-worker and me agreed the one hour walk was worth it. We took our sweet time finding a good restaurant to welcome us and we found just the perfect place.</div>
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Without further ado, I present to you photos of our day 1 foodtripping:</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Even in a province like Nagaoka, almost everything is still automated. Even these doors are operated by those buttons at the left. Ah, the perks of being in a first world country</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">munching on our appetizer with a tall glass of my all-time fave dinner drink - Ume Sour to go with it</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the sweetest, most savory raw cabbage i've ever tasted.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mozzarella slices on a bed of slightly spicy Kimchi.<br />
Not very fond of Kimchi but it was really good combo here with the spring roll chips and the mozzarella slices</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">the highlight of this dinner. it was so good. but i forgot to ask what it was called.</td></tr>
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Eating was probably my stress reliever on these back-to-back trips to Japan. But suffice to say, regardless of how much weight I've put on in just a week, I'm happy I had the opportunity to take my palate to explore the food offerings of this beautiful country.pyxxie0703http://www.blogger.com/profile/05124955144877842698noreply@blogger.com0