Fine.
So yeah, I’m not really keeping up with one (or several!) of my 2010 goals. That’s not a good start, is it? But tonight, I’m nearly as free as a bird! The hubby is going out to play cards with the boys, and our two boys are sleeping with the in-laws’ (upstairs).
What am I thinking of doing? I can’t decide! I can aimlessly surf the internet (waste of time, but will make me happy), sort out our new fabric (sorta like work but will still make me happy), call drugstores to fill in the competitive matrix I am working on (nah, that’s work), prepare P’s quizzes and learn K’s Chinese poems like 大评果 and 消防员叔叔 (I’m just typing in Chinese to impress), or watch “I Love Beth Cooper“.
Goals 2010
I had just recently sent out our family 09 newsletter. My sister said that aside from recapping the previous year, I should actually add our goals this year! (Talk about corporate!) I gave it a thought and I kinda figured out my own goals.
Guilt
During this entire Ondoy and Pepeng experiences, there was one prominent word that I felt — guilt. However, it was something I couldn’t (and still can’t!) process.
I felt guilty that the people in so many places lost their homes. I felt guilty I couldn’t give more (there’s a point when you just have to give and it hurts — been there several times). I felt guilty I was thinking of business while people are sardined in evacuation centers. I felt guilty that I couldn’t join my friends in our breastfeeding missions. I felt guilty that I was still living my life normally (save for our basement, lol!) while so many people stopped their lives (for weeks!) to help out.
Mommy Milkshake!
The past two years that this run has been on, I’ve been really too lazy to get up and join! Now that it was on it’s 3rd year, and Jan (one of the people who put the run together) knew I was running (kuno), I knew I had no way out.
Well, I nearly thought this was my way out…
Krispy Kreme’s Chocolate Kreme Cakes
Okay, so I was in a meeting last Monday. And I receive a call from our admin assistant, “Ms Jen, may box po kayo ng Krispy Kreme dito.”
And I texted her back: “Gusto niyo lang kumain no?? 
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Beijing Part 2: Inside the Forbidden City
After walking what felt like hours in this place, I know now why it’s called the Forbidden City. It was so huge, it forbids people to from wanting to walk to see the emperor. LOL!
I actually forgot to put sunscreen on the neck so I had a huge ring around my chest, where my shirt’s collar was. Hahaha!
Beijing (Part 1) Subtitled: Exploring the Land of My Forefathers
I am Filipino by birth and Chinese by heritage. When a Singaporean friend ask me several years back what I would say if someone asked me if I were Chinese or Filipino, what would I say? I automatically said, “Filipino”. She said that she would, in the same vein, say “Singaporean”. (She’s Chinese by heritage as well.)
On the one hand, we, who are “not exactly” Pinoy and “not exactly” Chinese, have been blessed to have both worlds. On the other hand, it is also difficult because I have personally experienced being called “different” by other Pinoys.
Winner!
Thanks to one of our Ninangs at our wedding, I cooked Hainanese Chicken.
And since I put it on Facebook, a lot of people have asked for the recipe. That’s actually a first, really, because, as a lot of those people know, I.don’t.cook. Yep, that’s because my mom is a great cook…didn’t feel the need to learn anymore. (Until our cook left. Long story.)
Anyways, going back to the recipe–let me just say that it was easy peasy. Honest. (Wonder if it’s those “survival” instincts kicking in, considering again, I.don’t.cook…but.now.I.need.to.)
Mambobola!
So, general rules at the table is no toys — if my father-in-law’s around.
And he isn’t.
So yesterday, K brought some two transformers to dinner. After the meal, he asked Ate N to hold them for him as he was preparing to go back to the room.
I said, “K, you brought them him, you should carry them back yourself.”
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