Monday, October 31, 2011
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i've been closely stalking following the fb page you created for your baby. when i first hit the "like" button, my only intention was to join in on the prayer (you said in your page description, that every person's 'like' button clicked is an equivalent to that person's prayers sent.
so i 'liked' it.
i thought maybe you'll notice that i 'liked' his page, or maybe you won't. but if you did, at least you'll know that i'm praying with you. i admit that i may have had other less sympathetic initial reaction when i first heard about your ordeal... but believe me when i say that when i saw the picture of your little angel, my heart melted. maybe not totally for you, but for your baby. after all, i'm a parent,too.
when i first 'liked' his page, i thought that would be the one and only time i will visit that page. i had no idea i'd be coming back to it every day. i had no idea how much i would care.
from the moment that i first visited his page, there wasn't a day that went by that i would not visit it to look for updates, to hope to read any good news of his health. in all those times, in all those days that i visited his page, there were only two occasions when i finally gathered enough guts to ask you how he's doing, if there's any news of improvement on his condition. and in those couple of times, i wanted to ask you so many questions. but i didn't feel like i have a right. i felt that the fact that we know each other personally does not give me the privilege to ask you questions, to ask for details you may not choose to share.
or have not yet shared in public.
plus it felt awkward, and unwelcome, to ask.
yesterday i read your update on the result of his DNA tests. actually, i read it last friday on your twitter status. you didn't say it was your angel's condition. i just knew it was. but i never had the time to look it up right away. this morning i checked his page again to read the latest. and from there i looked up the internet to read about his condition. and my heart broke.
i thought about you. i thought about your wife. i thought about how you two might be feeling when you read the results. i thought about reaching out to you. i saw you online. i wanted to buzz you and ask you how you are. i wanted to ask you how your little angel is. i wanted to ask you if the US doctors ever gave you any encouragement, any positive words to hold on to. i read about how very, very, rarely that children affected by this condition survive past a day. your angel has made it through for a month now. i wanted to ask you if the US hospital offered you any help, any support, in exchange for an opportunity to study your angel's condition, on a living patient. this is a rare occurrence! surely they would be interested in helping your little angel to survive! they've got to be! but all my questions didn't just feel unwelcome. they felt intrusive, even to me.
then i read those articles again from the internet. oh, how much i felt for your family! and how much i admire your wife's courage.
i can only hope and pray for more courage for you in these very difficult times. i wish i could tell you, somehow let you know how much this news grieves me, too.
but i can only silently weep for you. :(
so i 'liked' it.
i thought maybe you'll notice that i 'liked' his page, or maybe you won't. but if you did, at least you'll know that i'm praying with you. i admit that i may have had other less sympathetic initial reaction when i first heard about your ordeal... but believe me when i say that when i saw the picture of your little angel, my heart melted. maybe not totally for you, but for your baby. after all, i'm a parent,too.
when i first 'liked' his page, i thought that would be the one and only time i will visit that page. i had no idea i'd be coming back to it every day. i had no idea how much i would care.
from the moment that i first visited his page, there wasn't a day that went by that i would not visit it to look for updates, to hope to read any good news of his health. in all those times, in all those days that i visited his page, there were only two occasions when i finally gathered enough guts to ask you how he's doing, if there's any news of improvement on his condition. and in those couple of times, i wanted to ask you so many questions. but i didn't feel like i have a right. i felt that the fact that we know each other personally does not give me the privilege to ask you questions, to ask for details you may not choose to share.
or have not yet shared in public.
plus it felt awkward, and unwelcome, to ask.
yesterday i read your update on the result of his DNA tests. actually, i read it last friday on your twitter status. you didn't say it was your angel's condition. i just knew it was. but i never had the time to look it up right away. this morning i checked his page again to read the latest. and from there i looked up the internet to read about his condition. and my heart broke.
i thought about you. i thought about your wife. i thought about how you two might be feeling when you read the results. i thought about reaching out to you. i saw you online. i wanted to buzz you and ask you how you are. i wanted to ask you how your little angel is. i wanted to ask you if the US doctors ever gave you any encouragement, any positive words to hold on to. i read about how very, very, rarely that children affected by this condition survive past a day. your angel has made it through for a month now. i wanted to ask you if the US hospital offered you any help, any support, in exchange for an opportunity to study your angel's condition, on a living patient. this is a rare occurrence! surely they would be interested in helping your little angel to survive! they've got to be! but all my questions didn't just feel unwelcome. they felt intrusive, even to me.
then i read those articles again from the internet. oh, how much i felt for your family! and how much i admire your wife's courage.
i can only hope and pray for more courage for you in these very difficult times. i wish i could tell you, somehow let you know how much this news grieves me, too.
but i can only silently weep for you. :(
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Chichi's Dance Class
this is a part of a dance choreography that chichi is learning from her dance class.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
hello, stranger...
there was a time in our lives when we could talk about almost everything and anything under the sun, moon and stars. or we could just sit together for hours without talking, just enjoying each other's company.
there was a time in our lives when we could finish each other's sentences. or sometimes we didn't even have to... we already understood what each wanted to say.
was it really that long ago? maybe it was.
don't you find it odd, that whereas before, we never used to run out of things to say to each other.. now we have nothing to say? that now, whenever i see you... we don't even say hi, and just to ask you how you're doing feels strangely inappropriate. and so sadly unwelcome.
it feels really odd.... because you were almost like my diary in those years. like a notebook that i wrote the story of my life on. and i always felt i was the same to you. i used to know you a lot. i used to know the story of your life, too.
i still do.
i wonder where you put mine? i wish you'd kept it, like i kept yours. but i can imagine you simply threw those pages away. and left only fresh ones for someone else to write the story of their lives on.
so that now, when i want to look for my story on your pages... i'll never find any traces of me in you.
funny how there was a time when you were the most important person in my life. but now you're just like a stranger.
that's why there's nothing to say.
at all.
there was a time in our lives when we could finish each other's sentences. or sometimes we didn't even have to... we already understood what each wanted to say.
was it really that long ago? maybe it was.
don't you find it odd, that whereas before, we never used to run out of things to say to each other.. now we have nothing to say? that now, whenever i see you... we don't even say hi, and just to ask you how you're doing feels strangely inappropriate. and so sadly unwelcome.
it feels really odd.... because you were almost like my diary in those years. like a notebook that i wrote the story of my life on. and i always felt i was the same to you. i used to know you a lot. i used to know the story of your life, too.
i still do.
i wonder where you put mine? i wish you'd kept it, like i kept yours. but i can imagine you simply threw those pages away. and left only fresh ones for someone else to write the story of their lives on.
so that now, when i want to look for my story on your pages... i'll never find any traces of me in you.
funny how there was a time when you were the most important person in my life. but now you're just like a stranger.
that's why there's nothing to say.
at all.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Chichi and Her Tooth (teeth) Story
when chichi was born they (the doctors) at the hospital immediately let me breastfeed her right after she came out (of course they cleaned her first, then they gave her to me to feed). the moment she latched on to me i already felt pain. but hey, she's my first child, and that was my first time to breastfeed, so naturally i thought the pain was normal. a few minutes after feeding, the doctors took her from me for a physical check, while i went to sleep (it was 2 in the morning then, i think, and i was toooooooooo tired). i remember i haven't dozed off too long when alan came in to my room and started to shake me excitedly. he asked me if i knew that our daughter had teeth. i was too sleepy and bangenge that my only reply was, "talaga? di nga?" then i prompty went back to sleep.
the next morning, i was breastfeeding chichi and was feeling the pain in my nipples again when i remembered the dream (or so i thought) i had of alan telling me that our daughter has teeth. so i unlatched my daughter from my breasts and opened her mouth. and voila!
wow!!! so it was true then! and that was why it hurt like hell? hehe..
on the second day of breastfeeding, the pain was already starting to take its toll on my nipples. i almost gave up breastfeeding altogether, but the doctors and the nurses in the hospital in which i gave birth support breastfeeding so much that they were giving me different options to lessen the pain. upon the nurse's suggestion, i used some sort of a silicone cap (probably the same material they used for baby bottle teethings) over my breast, cupped over my nipples. so that whenever she breastfeeds, she was biting on the silicone instead of my skin. but it worried me that chichi wasn't that much of a latcher, and everytime she sucks, the cap falls loose from my skin and she sucks in air, too, along with the milk. so at the end of the day, i stopped using the silicone cup altogether.
on the third day, my daughter's two lower incisors have pushed out fully and were already causing my nipples to bleed while she's feeding! but my doctor and my mother insisted that i kept on breastfeeding her. she also said that no matter how sore i became, no matter how many times my nipples bleed, she told me they will always heal by themselves in a matter of hours. i didn't believe her. but i listened to her. and besides, the nurse suggested that i apply some sort of cream (i think it was lanolin) to my sore nipples to help with the pain. so that's what i did.
i continued to breastfeed my daughter until she was eight months old. i took her to work with me, and i breastfed her at feeding times. whenever we went out i'd go to a corner and breastfeed her when she's hungry (breastfeeding meant there's really no specific feeding time) it's a good thing that here in france, breastfeeding in public is not considered indecent... but you should still try to do it as decently as possible, though (",)
in the beginning we considered to have the teeth pulled out. but the doctors and eventually, her dentist (she had to regularly see a dentist to check if the teeth were wobbly and to determine if they were choking hazard) decided that they were sturdy enough to be left alone, unless they start wobbling. and later on they also determined that her prenatal teeth were also her baby teeth. so if we decided to pull them out, she'd have had two holes in her gums until her permanent teeth grow out, which, the dentist said, won't, until she's atleast 6 (at the earliest) or 7 years old.
turns out he was wrong. well, atleast in my daughter's case.
this morning, she was standing in front of the mirror while she was waiting for me to get all my stuff ready (i was going to drop her to school on my way to work). then she came up behind me and opened her mouth to show me her gums. at five years old, chichi's first permanent tooth erupted atleast a year sooner than they're normally supposed to come out.
oh well... guess we'll have to set an appointment with the dentist soon.
the next morning, i was breastfeeding chichi and was feeling the pain in my nipples again when i remembered the dream (or so i thought) i had of alan telling me that our daughter has teeth. so i unlatched my daughter from my breasts and opened her mouth. and voila!
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| chichi's gums approximately seven hours after she was born |
wow!!! so it was true then! and that was why it hurt like hell? hehe..
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| chichi's gums on her second day |
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| on the third day, chichi's two prenatal teeth have fully erupted from her gums |
i continued to breastfeed my daughter until she was eight months old. i took her to work with me, and i breastfed her at feeding times. whenever we went out i'd go to a corner and breastfeed her when she's hungry (breastfeeding meant there's really no specific feeding time) it's a good thing that here in france, breastfeeding in public is not considered indecent... but you should still try to do it as decently as possible, though (",)
in the beginning we considered to have the teeth pulled out. but the doctors and eventually, her dentist (she had to regularly see a dentist to check if the teeth were wobbly and to determine if they were choking hazard) decided that they were sturdy enough to be left alone, unless they start wobbling. and later on they also determined that her prenatal teeth were also her baby teeth. so if we decided to pull them out, she'd have had two holes in her gums until her permanent teeth grow out, which, the dentist said, won't, until she's atleast 6 (at the earliest) or 7 years old.
turns out he was wrong. well, atleast in my daughter's case.
this morning, she was standing in front of the mirror while she was waiting for me to get all my stuff ready (i was going to drop her to school on my way to work). then she came up behind me and opened her mouth to show me her gums. at five years old, chichi's first permanent tooth erupted atleast a year sooner than they're normally supposed to come out.
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| chichi's first permanent lower incisor growing out behind her prenatal teeth |
Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Finally Got My French Driver's Licence!!!
Not because I passed the coding test, of course! and good thing i didn't have to. I was starting to think i have no choice but to take it, because when I applied to have my licence exchanged three years ago, I was told I couldn't. My application was refused right then and there. And then three months ago, I received a letter from the prefecture asking me to bring the original copy of my philippine driver's licence, so they could exchange it to a french one.
I waited three years to have this!
I waited three years to have this!
Friday, July 15, 2011
Bonchon and Wendy's (July 14, 2011)
Post-Reunion, Emman's Birthday and Charle's Farewell Dinner all in one night.
click on our picture below to view all photos:
click on our picture below to view all photos:
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| L-R: Farah Bantiles, Me, Charles Kue, Emman Galupo, Michael Sevilla |
Thursday, July 14, 2011
UPDATED: More Then and Now Photos
Syempre eto na naman ako sa mga then and now photos ko, hehe... 'la lang... ang saya lang...
this time, with my #istambayan friendly friends.
this time, with my #istambayan friendly friends.
circa 2003, at Sarah's
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| L-R: Nikki, Jo, Zel, me |
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| L-R: me, Joyce, Mai |
circa 2008, Gilligan's Trinoma, QC
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| Clockwise L-R: Joyce, Me, Jo, Zel, Mai (wala si nikki pinagpalit kami sa lovelife) and just recently: |
2011, Backdoor Blues Cafe, QC
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| Clockwise: Jo, me, zel and joyce |
yun laang ala pa rin si nikki, and this time wala si Mai...
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Night Out With My UP Friends (July 11, 2011)
North Park, Trinoma
Backdoor Blues Cafe, QC
with Zel Zalamea, Joyce Keziah Ramos, Ahmed Paglinawan, Aileen Rachelle Rabago, Jo-Ann Fajardo, Feli Cuevas, and Liyam Estrada
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Backdoor Blues Cafe, QC
with Zel Zalamea, Joyce Keziah Ramos, Ahmed Paglinawan, Aileen Rachelle Rabago, Jo-Ann Fajardo, Feli Cuevas, and Liyam Estrada
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Tuesday, July 12, 2011
Eto Na!!!!!!
BALARA ACADEMY BATCH '95 GRAND REUNION!!!
July 9, 2011
Dapo Bar and Restaurant
click any of the pictures below to view more photos! (note: it doesn't matter which photo you click, they all take you to the same album).
July 9, 2011
Dapo Bar and Restaurant
click any of the pictures below to view more photos! (note: it doesn't matter which photo you click, they all take you to the same album).
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Food Tasting Get-Together
had a great time bonding with the BA '95 Batch Reunion Organizers (Farah, Catherine Hernandez, Louie Castillo, and Allan Alcayde, and Charles Kue) for some food-tasting treat in Dapo Bar and Resto (that's where the reunion will be held). i wasn't supposed to be there, kase nagpapa-cute at nagpapa-importante ako, hehehe... buti na lang pala sumama ako.
And as always with such bonding sessions, bitin lagi ang oras. so after Dapo Bar and Resto, Louie and Catherine left, but Farah, Allan, Charles and I decided (well actually, THEY decided) to hang out pa sa Starbucks. kase bitin pa raw sa kuwentuhan.
yung paalam ko sa nanay ko na hanggang alas-otso lang ako... ayun... naging alas-onse pasado.
buti na lang di ako napalo.
marami pang litrato, LAHAT NANDITO.
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| L-R: Charles Kue, Farah Bantiles, Louie Castillo, Allan Alcayde, Me, and Catherine Hernandez |
yung paalam ko sa nanay ko na hanggang alas-otso lang ako... ayun... naging alas-onse pasado.
buti na lang di ako napalo.
marami pang litrato, LAHAT NANDITO.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Isaw and Manggo Shake with Sissy Farah
what did i say? huh? didn't i say me and Sissy Farah would see each other again soon?
and so we did! for some food-tripping in UP Campus.
and so we did! for some food-tripping in UP Campus.
more photos OVER HERE!
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Sissy and Jollibee
today i met up with two of the best things in the Philippines. Jollibee and my bestest chum, Farah
Bantiles-Ongkingco... i've been to jollibee last time i came home in 2008, but this is my first time to see Farah again after high school. we met at robinson's galleria and first, she gave me the sim card that i would use from today onwards (while i'm in manila, at least).
and then, second important agenda: sit, eat chickenjoy, and catch up on each other. translation: chikenjoy and chika, chika, chika. too bad i only get to spend a couple of hours with her coz i had to hurry back home because mal and chichi are waiting for me at the Avida Towers. but of course we're still gonna see each other again soon! can't wait!
VIEW ALL PHOTOS HERE
and then, second important agenda: sit, eat chickenjoy, and catch up on each other. translation: chikenjoy and chika, chika, chika. too bad i only get to spend a couple of hours with her coz i had to hurry back home because mal and chichi are waiting for me at the Avida Towers. but of course we're still gonna see each other again soon! can't wait!
VIEW ALL PHOTOS HERE
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Monday, June 13, 2011
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
A Letter to the Man Who Raised Me
i didn't think i'd cry so hard when you left. i didn't think i'd regret not trying hard enough to see you before the life left your eyes.
but i did. i regret it. so much.
and i don't even know why. i guess.. it's true what they say. when you get to the end you start to think about the beginning.
and in the beginning you were my father. eventhough i've always known you weren't. eventhough i've always wondered if that was how you felt... my father. was i ever a daughter to you? or have you always seen me as what you've always called me? a responsibility. an excess baggage of the woman you chose to be your wife.
i may never know how you really felt towards me.
but i will always know, and i will never forget that you took me in. i will always remember that when i was young, everybody told me that my father left me. but never, not even once, have i ever felt that i didn't have a father. because you were there. i wouldn't even be calling you my stepdad if i never learned that word; and if people didn't wonder why Kuya Josel and I had a different surname from the rest of the family.
along with the sentiment that you were always
too strict with me, i will always remember that, if it weren't for you, we, my mom, my kuya, and i, might still be living in a rodent-infested shanty in a street full of poverty-ridden families whose daughters get pregnant at an age below 20.
or maybe not...
but i wouldn't know that. all i know is the strong house, the not-so-perfect-but-fun-and-close-knit family, and the comfortable life that i grew up in when you took me and my mom and my brother in.
it has always been a love-and-hate relationship between us. but sometimes, even real father-and-daughter relationships have that. malyn is your real daughter. and she sometimes hated you, too. so i guess my angst and frustrations were still within legal limit of a normal, healthy father-daughter relationship.
and whatever shortcomings, whatever wrong decisions you may have made later in your life have no longer affected mine. you've made your impact long before i left home.
Dad, i have always loved you and hated you and feared you and respected you the way any daughter would love and hate and fear and respect her own father. You took me in, and raised me the best way you know how. I may not have the best and happiest life on earth, but I turned out just fine. And I will always have you to thank for that.
Inspite of all the words that were said, and despite all the words left unsaid, between us... THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, Dad.
my heart grieves. but i find comfort in knowing that you're finally healed in the arms of our Lord. Rest in peace, Dad...
but i did. i regret it. so much.
and i don't even know why. i guess.. it's true what they say. when you get to the end you start to think about the beginning.
and in the beginning you were my father. eventhough i've always known you weren't. eventhough i've always wondered if that was how you felt... my father. was i ever a daughter to you? or have you always seen me as what you've always called me? a responsibility. an excess baggage of the woman you chose to be your wife.
i may never know how you really felt towards me.
but i will always know, and i will never forget that you took me in. i will always remember that when i was young, everybody told me that my father left me. but never, not even once, have i ever felt that i didn't have a father. because you were there. i wouldn't even be calling you my stepdad if i never learned that word; and if people didn't wonder why Kuya Josel and I had a different surname from the rest of the family.
along with the sentiment that you were always
too strict with me, i will always remember that, if it weren't for you, we, my mom, my kuya, and i, might still be living in a rodent-infested shanty in a street full of poverty-ridden families whose daughters get pregnant at an age below 20.
or maybe not...
but i wouldn't know that. all i know is the strong house, the not-so-perfect-but-fun-and-close-knit family, and the comfortable life that i grew up in when you took me and my mom and my brother in.
it has always been a love-and-hate relationship between us. but sometimes, even real father-and-daughter relationships have that. malyn is your real daughter. and she sometimes hated you, too. so i guess my angst and frustrations were still within legal limit of a normal, healthy father-daughter relationship.
and whatever shortcomings, whatever wrong decisions you may have made later in your life have no longer affected mine. you've made your impact long before i left home.
Dad, i have always loved you and hated you and feared you and respected you the way any daughter would love and hate and fear and respect her own father. You took me in, and raised me the best way you know how. I may not have the best and happiest life on earth, but I turned out just fine. And I will always have you to thank for that.
Inspite of all the words that were said, and despite all the words left unsaid, between us... THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING, Dad.
my heart grieves. but i find comfort in knowing that you're finally healed in the arms of our Lord. Rest in peace, Dad...
Hey...
why were you in my dreams last night? what were you doing there??? why were you holding me the way you always held me before? why were you looking at me the way you always looked at me before?
why do i miss you now?
you really are my immortal, aren't you? you will never die... you can never die in my memory. you will leave me alone for months, years... and i'll stop thinking about you. i will forget about you.
and then one day you're gonna just show up in my dream and make me wake up feeling empty.... just as you had many times before, many years ago.
and i'll bet you're out there eating your dinner, maybe with your wife, not even remembering i still exist somewhere on the other side of the earth..
why do i miss you now?
you really are my immortal, aren't you? you will never die... you can never die in my memory. you will leave me alone for months, years... and i'll stop thinking about you. i will forget about you.
and then one day you're gonna just show up in my dream and make me wake up feeling empty.... just as you had many times before, many years ago.
and i'll bet you're out there eating your dinner, maybe with your wife, not even remembering i still exist somewhere on the other side of the earth..
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
Lord of the Rings
ngayon lang gabing ito ay naisipan kong muling panuorin ang pelikulang The Fellowship of the Ring ng Lord of the Rings Trilogy.
ewan ko ba pero sa dinami-dami ng mga bagay at ala-alang muling nagbalik sa aking isipan sa panunuod ng pelikulang ito, dalawang obserbasyon ang talagang malakas ang dating sa akin.
1. ang bading talaga ni Sam! TL na TL talaga sya kay Frodo.
2. hanggang ngayon, hindi ko pa rin ma-relate si Gandalf kay Magneto. ibig kong sabihin, i still can't come to terms na ang dalawang character na to, na tila dulo-dulo ng highway ng EDSA ang layo ng karakter sa bawat isa, ay ginanapan ng iisang aktor lang. ang astiiiiiig talaga.
hehehe.
yun lang.
ewan ko ba pero sa dinami-dami ng mga bagay at ala-alang muling nagbalik sa aking isipan sa panunuod ng pelikulang ito, dalawang obserbasyon ang talagang malakas ang dating sa akin.
1. ang bading talaga ni Sam! TL na TL talaga sya kay Frodo.
2. hanggang ngayon, hindi ko pa rin ma-relate si Gandalf kay Magneto. ibig kong sabihin, i still can't come to terms na ang dalawang character na to, na tila dulo-dulo ng highway ng EDSA ang layo ng karakter sa bawat isa, ay ginanapan ng iisang aktor lang. ang astiiiiiig talaga.
hehehe.
yun lang.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Tell me why I don't like Mondays?
And nothing, not even my own birthday, can make me like even just today in particular.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Iphone Firmware Update Sucks!
yeah, like, big time!!!
i tried updating Alan's iphone to apple's (not my cousin) latest firmware, and guess what? it bricked his phone!
now the damned thing's stuck in recovery mode and simply refuses to restore from itunes!
ain't it frustrating? i remember years and years ago, when i still had my first ipod and the said ipod was already on its farewell stage, from time to time it would refuse to turn on, and worse, it would display an icon of an ipod with the sad face. it always made me sad, too, coz then i knew i'd have to slam it down hard on a table or deliberately drop it exactly three feet up from the floor to get it working again.
but of course the same course of action can't be taken on this particular device. this is an iphone we're talking about. dear, precious, expensive iphone that came with a two-year contract. and more importantly, it's not even mine.
to think i was even excited and so looking forward to update Alan's phone! and now it's an expensive piece if brick. and nothing i did brought it back to life.
so we're left with no choice but to take it to an Apple Store and get their people to restore it for us. i just hope they could fix it right away.
good thing Alan was being quite nice about the whole thing. i'm almost positive i would not attempt to downgrade it to re-jailbreak it (well, actually, the whole point of updating it wasn't actually to "update" it. i just wanted to restore it back to its factory settings coz Alan's having some problems with receiving notufications. so i figured we just maybe needed to restore it, and once the issue's been fixed, i'd downgrade it back to its previous firmware version so i could re-jailbreak it.
but after the unsuccesful restore, i very much doubt i would touch it again.
which really sucks. Alan's just starting to enjoy the jailbreak features of his toy. :-(
i tried updating Alan's iphone to apple's (not my cousin) latest firmware, and guess what? it bricked his phone!
now the damned thing's stuck in recovery mode and simply refuses to restore from itunes!
ain't it frustrating? i remember years and years ago, when i still had my first ipod and the said ipod was already on its farewell stage, from time to time it would refuse to turn on, and worse, it would display an icon of an ipod with the sad face. it always made me sad, too, coz then i knew i'd have to slam it down hard on a table or deliberately drop it exactly three feet up from the floor to get it working again.
but of course the same course of action can't be taken on this particular device. this is an iphone we're talking about. dear, precious, expensive iphone that came with a two-year contract. and more importantly, it's not even mine.
to think i was even excited and so looking forward to update Alan's phone! and now it's an expensive piece if brick. and nothing i did brought it back to life.
so we're left with no choice but to take it to an Apple Store and get their people to restore it for us. i just hope they could fix it right away.
good thing Alan was being quite nice about the whole thing. i'm almost positive i would not attempt to downgrade it to re-jailbreak it (well, actually, the whole point of updating it wasn't actually to "update" it. i just wanted to restore it back to its factory settings coz Alan's having some problems with receiving notufications. so i figured we just maybe needed to restore it, and once the issue's been fixed, i'd downgrade it back to its previous firmware version so i could re-jailbreak it.
but after the unsuccesful restore, i very much doubt i would touch it again.
which really sucks. Alan's just starting to enjoy the jailbreak features of his toy. :-(
Saturday, December 18, 2010
Friday, October 29, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Pasaway na Kung Pasaway!!!
I'm a smart, independent person. I know what I want and I know how to get it. Sure, I can be stupid in my own little (or big) ways. I sometimes get on the wrong train or miss my stop. And you can always count on me to show up late for something because I forgot to set the alarm, or because I got lost, or because I walked too slow coz I wore the wrong shoes, or simply because I didn't care to show up on time. Sure, I sometimes forget to look for the green light before crossing the road.
But that doesn't necessarily mean that I'm a damsel in distress who needs a knight in shining armor to save her day.
If I asked your help for something it doesn't mean I couldn't do it alone. It just means I want you to feel needed. If I asked your opinion it doesn't mean I can't think for myself. I've already decided what to do before I asked you, but I asked you just the same because I want you to feel your opinion matters. If I listen to your whines all the time it doesn't mean you always have my sympathy. I just want you to feel understood. If I want to be with you a lot it doesn't mean I need you to get through the days. I just want you to feel important and loved. If I seem bored and don't know what to do it's because I'm giving you the opportunity to think of something fun to do together.
If you won an argument, you didn't. Not really. I was on your side all along... I just want you to feel you can be wise, and win sometimes, too. If we disagreed on something and later I agreed with you, it doesn't mean I'm giving in. It's more likely that I simply changed my mind. If I appeared weak and vulnerable, it's just so that I can make you feel strong.
So if I'm being too much of a woman, that's only because I want you to feel that you're the man, so that you may start acting like one. (",)
But that doesn't necessarily mean that I'm a damsel in distress who needs a knight in shining armor to save her day.
If I asked your help for something it doesn't mean I couldn't do it alone. It just means I want you to feel needed. If I asked your opinion it doesn't mean I can't think for myself. I've already decided what to do before I asked you, but I asked you just the same because I want you to feel your opinion matters. If I listen to your whines all the time it doesn't mean you always have my sympathy. I just want you to feel understood. If I want to be with you a lot it doesn't mean I need you to get through the days. I just want you to feel important and loved. If I seem bored and don't know what to do it's because I'm giving you the opportunity to think of something fun to do together.
If you won an argument, you didn't. Not really. I was on your side all along... I just want you to feel you can be wise, and win sometimes, too. If we disagreed on something and later I agreed with you, it doesn't mean I'm giving in. It's more likely that I simply changed my mind. If I appeared weak and vulnerable, it's just so that I can make you feel strong.
So if I'm being too much of a woman, that's only because I want you to feel that you're the man, so that you may start acting like one. (",)
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Aileen Rabago in Paris
a good chatmate and namesake (yeah, i know she wasn't named after me, but this is my blog, so i'm not too strict on my terminologies) of mine, Aileen Rabago, came to Europe last month. she sent me a message in FB a week before to tell me that she'll be visiting Paris for a day and asked if i could tour her around. although we haven't met in person before she came here, we've already chatted several times in the past, and i've always known her as the girlfriend of Ahmed, also a very good friend. and any friend/relative/gf/bf of any good friend of mine is always a more than welcome company for me!
and even though she visited while i was having one of the toughest, toughest times i've had in my entire existence, accompanying her for one night and a day was very refreshing and it gave me a moment to forget my troubles during those times. it also gave me the "first time" opportunities to visit the Notre Dame Cathedral (i haven't been inside the cathedral before Aileen came) and watch The Crazy Horse show.
so i met up with her and her companions (she joined two men in coming to Paris) on the evening of 11th june, at a cafe in Paris 6th.
eventhough i've been in Paris for seven years now, i've never ever really taken the time to tour the city and visit its famous places (except the Eiffel Tower, that is), so i have absolutely no idea where to take them. i was actually hoping they'd have something in mind that they want me to take them to. good thing they did! hehe...
so friday night, i took them to the Eiffel Tower, which they wanted to climb at first but they changed their mind when they saw the long queue for the entrance... because really, it would take more time to stand in line than it would to climb the tower. and then we went to the Arc de Triomphe, and then to Avenue des Champs Elysées. Aileen was quite happy to take it all in. she would have been happy to take the boat ride along the Seine River for a little bit more of sight-seeing, but her two male companions were so bent on seeing The Crazy Horse. although she was quite reluctant to agree, i guess she didn't want to appear killjoy, and also, she didn't want to take off from them out of pakikisama. so off to the Crazy Horse we went. we were late for the first half... and i wasn't really sure it was worth the money to pay for a half-show (eventhough i didn't pay for my entrance). but what did i say about her two male companions? BENT. and so that's how we ended the night. to the second half of The Crazy Hose show.
and even though she visited while i was having one of the toughest, toughest times i've had in my entire existence, accompanying her for one night and a day was very refreshing and it gave me a moment to forget my troubles during those times. it also gave me the "first time" opportunities to visit the Notre Dame Cathedral (i haven't been inside the cathedral before Aileen came) and watch The Crazy Horse show.
so i met up with her and her companions (she joined two men in coming to Paris) on the evening of 11th june, at a cafe in Paris 6th.
eventhough i've been in Paris for seven years now, i've never ever really taken the time to tour the city and visit its famous places (except the Eiffel Tower, that is), so i have absolutely no idea where to take them. i was actually hoping they'd have something in mind that they want me to take them to. good thing they did! hehe...
so friday night, i took them to the Eiffel Tower, which they wanted to climb at first but they changed their mind when they saw the long queue for the entrance... because really, it would take more time to stand in line than it would to climb the tower. and then we went to the Arc de Triomphe, and then to Avenue des Champs Elysées. Aileen was quite happy to take it all in. she would have been happy to take the boat ride along the Seine River for a little bit more of sight-seeing, but her two male companions were so bent on seeing The Crazy Horse. although she was quite reluctant to agree, i guess she didn't want to appear killjoy, and also, she didn't want to take off from them out of pakikisama. so off to the Crazy Horse we went. we were late for the first half... and i wasn't really sure it was worth the money to pay for a half-show (eventhough i didn't pay for my entrance). but what did i say about her two male companions? BENT. and so that's how we ended the night. to the second half of The Crazy Hose show.
early the next morning, Saturday... Ai and I met up early in the morning to visit the Louvre (minus her two male companions with whom she agreed to meet at the train station later in the day). she really, really wanted to visit the Louvre so we went there first. she was taking the 4pm-train ride back to Brussels, so i knew that the museum would eat up most of our day. and she was fine with that.
after we took her picture with The Mona Lisa, she was quite happy to get out of the museum, hehe... we still had time for a little chat and to grab some lunch before i accompanied her to the train station. too bad she only had less than 24 hours to visit Paris. we both wish she'll have another chance to go back and stay a few days longer and visit more places.
CLICK HERE TO VIEW ALL THE PHOTOS from the album Aileen Rabago in Paris.
Friday, June 25, 2010
My New iPhone! Lurveeeetttt!!!
Finally! iPhone 4 is here!!!! hehehehe....
I really wanted a Nokia N900 at frst. As in really, really, really wanted it like crazy! I want iPhone 4, too, but only as a second choice.
Now I'm glad I did get the iPhone 4. I'm just loving everything about it! (",)
I really wanted a Nokia N900 at frst. As in really, really, really wanted it like crazy! I want iPhone 4, too, but only as a second choice.
Now I'm glad I did get the iPhone 4. I'm just loving everything about it! (",)
Sunday, May 16, 2010
Eto Ang Resulta ng Kakulitan ni Hajji
si hajji ang pinsan ng aking butihing asawa. sya rin ay isa sa aking mga malalapit na kaibigan dito sa Paris. kalimitan ay kaya nya akong mapa-payag sa maraming bagay. tulad na lamang ng pagsali bilang backup dancer sa darating na concert nila next week.
dahil jan, nagkakaroon kami ng practice. kanina ung final practice namin para sa aming sayaw. syempre bawat praktis may picture-taking. pero madalas dugyut kami pag nagpa-praktis. syempre laging pawisan eh. kahit sa last praktis namin walang exemption. mga dugyut pa rin...
at dahil last na praktis at piktyuran na 'to... tinodo na namin ng bonggang bongga ang kodakan!
NARITO ANG LAHAT ng pruweba ng aming pang-aabuso sa aming mga camera.
dahil jan, nagkakaroon kami ng practice. kanina ung final practice namin para sa aming sayaw. syempre bawat praktis may picture-taking. pero madalas dugyut kami pag nagpa-praktis. syempre laging pawisan eh. kahit sa last praktis namin walang exemption. mga dugyut pa rin...
at dahil last na praktis at piktyuran na 'to... tinodo na namin ng bonggang bongga ang kodakan!
NARITO ANG LAHAT ng pruweba ng aming pang-aabuso sa aming mga camera.
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Sigrid Uy in Paris
a high school chum from BA came to Paris for a day tour today. her name is Sigrid Uy. almost like Aileen Rabago (an online friend who visited last year), i never really had any social interaction with Sigrid before she came to Paris... or... should i say, before facebook. she contacted me through a common high school friend, Maricel Ramos (who lives in Rome, Italy).
but unlike Aileen (whom i never met before i came here, but had talked to several times on the net), i've always known Sigrid from high school days (i'm almost positive she didn't know me then), albeit not personally. she was quite popular in school then. i know she was popular, coz i knew her. i mean, in high school, if it's somebody i know, then he/she must have been popular... coz i never really gave a damn about other people except my current classmates... unless that person was really popular that i couldn't help but to have heard about him/her. and sigrid always had a way of standing out from the crowd. although i must admit, i never really liked her in high school. she gave off the impression of being snooty. well, atleast to me.
but anyhow... so... maricel told me she'll be coming over, and that if i want, i could contact her. she wasn't on my contacts list yet, and i really did intend to send her a message. pero naunahan nya ko. (",)
so we met at the train station, and eventhough we haven't seen each other for so long, i think i'll recognize her in the crowd (some of our batchmates have commented that she's changed so much in appearance, but i don't agree, though. i mean, well, ofcourse, she looks older compared to when we were younger (who doesn't, anyway?)... and perhaps her face is fleshier now (i think she used to be skinny in high school), and she looks so much better as well. but i'd still recognize her.
i never knew her personally in high school, we never got to hang out, we never talked, we never even so much as greeted each other on the corridors. first because we were never classmates and second because, well, i think we just both didn't care about one another's existence. and, like i said, on my part, i think she was snooty. not a snob. snooty.
but i wouldn't know if she really was, since i never really knew her before. but if she was, well, she isn't snooty now. nu-uh. not even one tiny bit. if anything, i find her to be nothing but a really sweet and modest person. and honestly, i really, really had a wonderful time with her. i wish she could have stayed longer.
sometimes i could go hating on FB, but whenever i think about the opportunities it has given me to find old friends, and meet new people and make new friends, like i think what happened with me and Sig, i just can't help but be thankful.
i have the entire PHOTO ALBUM HERE
but unlike Aileen (whom i never met before i came here, but had talked to several times on the net), i've always known Sigrid from high school days (i'm almost positive she didn't know me then), albeit not personally. she was quite popular in school then. i know she was popular, coz i knew her. i mean, in high school, if it's somebody i know, then he/she must have been popular... coz i never really gave a damn about other people except my current classmates... unless that person was really popular that i couldn't help but to have heard about him/her. and sigrid always had a way of standing out from the crowd. although i must admit, i never really liked her in high school. she gave off the impression of being snooty. well, atleast to me.
but anyhow... so... maricel told me she'll be coming over, and that if i want, i could contact her. she wasn't on my contacts list yet, and i really did intend to send her a message. pero naunahan nya ko. (",)
so we met at the train station, and eventhough we haven't seen each other for so long, i think i'll recognize her in the crowd (some of our batchmates have commented that she's changed so much in appearance, but i don't agree, though. i mean, well, ofcourse, she looks older compared to when we were younger (who doesn't, anyway?)... and perhaps her face is fleshier now (i think she used to be skinny in high school), and she looks so much better as well. but i'd still recognize her.
i never knew her personally in high school, we never got to hang out, we never talked, we never even so much as greeted each other on the corridors. first because we were never classmates and second because, well, i think we just both didn't care about one another's existence. and, like i said, on my part, i think she was snooty. not a snob. snooty.
but i wouldn't know if she really was, since i never really knew her before. but if she was, well, she isn't snooty now. nu-uh. not even one tiny bit. if anything, i find her to be nothing but a really sweet and modest person. and honestly, i really, really had a wonderful time with her. i wish she could have stayed longer.
sometimes i could go hating on FB, but whenever i think about the opportunities it has given me to find old friends, and meet new people and make new friends, like i think what happened with me and Sig, i just can't help but be thankful.
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| me and Sigrid in front of the Trocadero Fountains (yeah, she's so tall, kainis) |
i have the entire PHOTO ALBUM HERE
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Welcome, Year 2010!!!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
we welcomed the year in our home, with the only relatives i have here in Paris. as usual, Noemi is the ever-reliable organizer of lahat ng gimik at kalokohan. and take note... may motif pa talaga ang celebration! hulaan nyo kung ano:
View our New Year's Eve Celebration HERE.
we welcomed the year in our home, with the only relatives i have here in Paris. as usual, Noemi is the ever-reliable organizer of lahat ng gimik at kalokohan. and take note... may motif pa talaga ang celebration! hulaan nyo kung ano:
View our New Year's Eve Celebration HERE.
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