Certified Green Archer

Ok, maybe not green. Pink is more accurate. I wasn't talking about my school, by the way (I just had to use the pun, sorry). I was talking about Gandiva, the uh, archery place (archery place??) in Mall of Asia.

And well, no i'm not really certified as in certified, it's more of I'm now a certified FAN. I love it. I'm almost tempted to buy my own bow. *looks at the price tags* ok scratch that thought. eeeeek! I thought simple looking ones won't cost much!

Anyway, one of our project team mates tried this with his friends, and he brought us there. The first 6 shots with instructor are free, you just have to buy your own paper target. Then it's P500/hour unlimited shots with instructor, shareable by two persons (The hourly rate can be divided by up to 2 persons only). It's actually a good stress reliever to do something different this time.

Gandiva can be found at the Marina part of SM Mall of Asia (the back part facing the Seaside restos). It's on the opposite side of Burger King.

A-cute rhino

Nope, this post is faaar frombeing about the wildlife. It's actually a cute petname for my illness. Acute rhinopharyngitis. Or that's what I think the med cert says.

New Old Post: WAPAAK!

This post (in my friendster blog) was dated March 8, 2006. It was recently brought to my attention because of a spam comment. So then I decided to read my blog again, and was amazed at how similar my sentiments are, despite having very different situations already -- case in point, I was single and ready to mingle back in 2006 while I am, as you know, married with a bouncing kid today. But still, I could have written this today, with a few minor changes.

OMG. History has repeated itself. Read on.

WAPAAK!

yan ang buhay ko ngayon. parang palaging may amats, palaging masakit ang ulo, bangag, hilo, pagod. buti sana kng dahil sa gimik. ang masaklap, sa trabaho yan. pano ba naman, napasabak ako sa gitna ng giyera na walang ka-malay-malay kng ano ang pinag-aawayan. makabuluhan nga ang trabaho ko ngayon, kng ikukumpara sa kkaibang "level" ng pagpapanggap na natutunan ko dati. pero mshdong mabigat at malaking responsibilidad ang binagsak sa balikat ko, na kahit maghhumiyaw ako ng "wait! hindi pa ako ready!" eh no choice din. kulang sa oras. alam kong walang may kagustuhan pro nangyari. pro alam ko din nmn na kng bibigyan ng oras, mas gagaan… ata… diba?.. sana…

kaya ako ay ang pinakabagong miyembro ngayon ng T.G.I.F. - Thank God It’s Friday group. Ang mga nilalang na naghahanap ng happening pag biyernes dahil sa pressure sa trabaho. nagbabaka-sakali na ang pagka lango nila pag biyernes ay dahil sa tinunggang san mig o red horse at hindi dahil sa pag ngawa ng boss o kliyente.

buti nlng nung sabado, nag birthday ang kaibaigan ko. kahit naiwan akong mag-isang gumagawa ng trabaho na pang 2 tao, ayuz lng dahil alam kong magpapakasaya ako pagdating ng sabado. pero pano na ngyong linggong to? anong katuturan ng lahat, kng walang gimik? hindi din suweldo, dahil hindi ko nmn nararamdaman un. eh ano nga?

hindi nmn sa pag gimik lng umiikot ang mundo ko. pro bakit ba prang kelangan ng wapak pagkatapos ng linggo? bakit prang kelangan ang ending ay may happening tlga? cguro dahil wala akong choice. Hindi na ako natutuwa sa trabaho ko pero kailangan kong sumugod sa giyera, dahil hindi naman pwedeng mag "permission to fall out sir!" ang byuti ko. kaya consuelo nlng un. pang balanse, ika nga.

buti nlng, may nagpapa smile sakin.

kundi dahil sa knya, haaaay…

so, anong gimik natin ngyon?

Little Big Things

It's the little things that matter, i realized. The small things i used to take for granted. Things like opening the laptop, writing in my planner, fixing my bag, or soundtripping without worrying if someone might need me. Now, i can only do these things at someone else's expense, like now whily my hubby's looking after our son.

Thanks to this app that allows me to blog from my phone, i have access to the blog i almost forgot. maybe i can now post more often? We'll see.

Ciao. Master beckons.

"It's not all about the money." Oh yeah?

I have been told that in making choices specifically about this current career, it's not just all about the money. Look at the opportunities you could have, the new learnings that you gained that you wouldn't have if you were elsewhere...

BUT, in a world where there are more withdrawals than deposit slips, where stacking credit card bills display grocery (not out-of towns, not fancy restos, but grocery) trips loving a lot of zeroes in it, where an 8.8kg little boy gulps PHP900.00 in a week and pees on a thousand worth of diapers a month, where the same little one shrieks as a PHP5,000.00 vaccine is punctured through his thigh, a world where milestones usually mean looking stoned without sleep even from a mile, a world where your health is assumed to be devoid of any necessary checkups or care, a world where your functions are not necessarily proportional to your designation (and therefore your pay), in a thankless world where your efforts seem to be invisible -- in that kind of world, I hate to admit it but it suddenly becomes all about the money.

Imagine the feeling of having nothing to look forward to but having to leave your child for it? Add to that more feelings of guilt because your duties as a mother is transferred to your own mother who in turn is struggling in her own career because she has to take over what should have been your role? The result of which are more financial challenges for your mother, something you should at least alleviate but cannot because you yourself are struggling? How fair is that?

The funny thing is, all that I'm really ranting about is having what it due us -- in industry standards.

So sue me if I beg to disagree that it's not all about the money. In my world, IT IS.

Spot the Difference

My goodness. Look at the difference.

I’m torn whether to admire or disbelieve the sheer courage or stupidity of the MPD for being in combat without the proper gear.

The Joys of Motherhood

(I have been wanting to write this blog since I gave birth early March, but I have since realized that my planned activities will now be wrapped around my son's little finger. So far, he has been commanding my full strength and attention, barely allowing me to slip back to my previous computer-related life. So now, with a few stolen moments while my son is asleep, I will attempt to write about my upside-down world now-- in a nutshell.)

The beginning...

March 2, 2010. Around 6PM:

"Tok!" I felt something in my tummy. I thought EJ was just playing inside my womb. But, call it instinct or whatever, I felt it was something different. I went to the bathroom and realized, this is it. My waterbag broke!

Me (laughing): Mommy! Pumutok na ata panubigan ko!

Mom (panicking): O DALI! DALI! PUNTA NA TAYO SA OSPITAL!!

Me: (sat down on the toilet to pee.)

Mom (panicking ever more): O BAKIT KA PA UMUUPO JAN??? HALIKA NA SA OSPITAL!

Me (laughing): Easy lng! Easy lng! Naiihi lng ako!

Me calling Jon, who was still in the office:

Me: Ging, pumutok na po panubigan ko...

Jon: HAA???? HAA?????....... O ANO PANO NA SAN NA TAYO MAGKIKITA???

Me: Easy lng hehe, sa ER nlng sa Perps tayo mag-meet ok?

Jon: OK OK AALIS NAKO NGYON!

And the rest was....comedy.

It helps to read a lot during your pregnancy -- what would happen, when it might happen, and what it might feel like. So I felt that I wasn't completely in the dark, since I kinda knew what was going to happen to me, and though my expectation was really of normal delivery, I knew at the back of my head that an emergency Caesarian Section was always a possibility.

So I was basically apprehensive of 3 things:

1. Dextrose, since I have never experienced it (despite countless injections and blood tests)

2. The Epidural since I know it involves a biggie needle and the spine -- and that never sounds good together.

3. The contraction thingies, but since I'm going to have Epidural (see #2), then this could be cancelled out.

Well, the Dextrose and the Epidural turned out to be non-events. They weren't much different than the injections and blood tests I had to go through during my lifetime.

The contractions at 4-5cm were like my normal monthly pains. At 5cm, they gave me epidural already out of standard procedure. At 7-8cm, the first trial dose of epidural was wearing off, and my OB didn't want to give me more, which was ok since it was tolerable... until the 8-9cm, where I was already making "sheeshing" sounds because I was trying to tolerate the pain and at the same time begging to have a teensy weensy dose even just to lessen it. They eventually gave me a partial dose again -- and as I was about to give birth at 10cm, I could still feel the contractions so I was able to push EJ out despite having his cord coiled twice around his neck.

I DID say the rest was comedy, right?

As posted in my Facebook account, here are some quotable quotes during delivery (yes, I was awake and sane the whole time):

"Inhale, exhale... Inhale, exhale... Inhale, exhale..hold it... PUUUUSH!!!! (Counting) 1...2....3...4...5...6...7...8...9..10" (imagine having to push like that for 10 counts!)

"Push para kang nac-CR!" (for 10 counts!!)

In the middle of everything

Me: "Ok ok isipin ko nlng constipated ako!"

Them: "Oo, isipin mo constipated ka!"

"IRIS! Bakit namumula ang mukha mo?? Ang force mo dapat sa pwet, hindi sa mukha! Hindi jan lalabas ang baby mo!"

"Hala lumalabas na litid mo sa leeg... push sa pwet! Sa pwet!"

Me asking my Anaesthesiologist after seeing EJ:

"Doc, baby ko un diba?"

DOC: "Ewan ko sayo, bsta nakita ko lumabas cya jan kanina!"

Hahahahaha!

So at 02:25 a.m. March 03, 2010, Ev Joaquin D. Capistrano was born via Normal Delivery.

And so the saga continues...

The first few days literally turned our worlds upside down. Everything -- our schedules, our sleep, our mealtimes, even our bathroom breaks were erratic. One cry from the little guy sends four adults into a frenzy on what to do -- nappy change? milk? water? burp? cuddle?

I admit that the initial euphoria has passed, and that I have since descended from the cloud 9 of having a successful delivery. I am going through what every new mother is going through -- sleepless nights, sleepless days, hurried meals, back aches from carrying the baby or sleeping on one side facing the baby -- not to mention the post-partum pains in the abdomen, the stitches, the painful lactation. Finding out about my son's G6PD Deficiency almost gave me palpitations -- until I understood that it wasn't really so bad at all. ( side-note: Glucose-6 Phosphate Dehydrogenase or G6PD is an enzyme that helps create red blood cells. Ergo, a deficiency of this means the body can't produce enough RBCs. There's no medicine for this -- he just has to avoid certain food/chemicals/medicines that breakdown RBCs -- otherwise, it leads to hemolytic anemia. It's kind of like a food allergy where there's no permanent cure but if you avoid what's not good for you, then you're okay)

Truthfully, it's hard to maintain the initial euphoria when I can even hardly keep myself awake most of the time. But I know I'm still blessed to have a normal delivery, to have a normal, healthy baby boy, and to have my whole family supporting & helping me the best way they can.

Mommyhood is no easy feat. I've always appreciated everything my mom has done for me, but I find myself having a new found sense of respect & love for my mom who had it waaay harder than what I'm experiencing right now.

And now, cradling my sleeping son with my right and typing this blog with my left (see picture above), I have to get back to the new reality I must face from now on -- that my everything now revolves around my son.