The Beginning

Every story has to start somewhere. Let me go back 12 years in time. I was in 4th year high-school at that time. Screaming on top of my lungs. Busy with assignments, projects, extra curricular activities, making friends, dumping them, all sorts of teenage stuff. ALL that you can think of. I have a lot of friends. But I have a best friend, my confidant. My parents have been eyeing this bestfriend of mine, thinking that we are really more than just friends. I would always roll my eyes and tell them that he is not my type of guy.

What is my type of guy? Someone who's very academically intelligent, "conio", rich, loves cartoons, sci-fi films and a great dancer. I was very young then, all I think about is what my guy and I would do together? What if we fight over what TV program to watch, movie to watch or what to talk about. Blinded by love stories where girl meets a very rich boy who gives her everything, brings her to posh places.

But no.

I had the exact opposite of what I thought I wanted.

I'll tell you more next time. Just hang in there..

Shoo Fly, Don't Bother Me

Hehehe... Forgive me for the title. At this very moment, I want to scream on top of my lungs and get out of here. My baby, my son and my husband is in the house today and each one is driving me insane. My son wants a scooter. He's been bugging 3 days in a row now..Every freaking minute.

Now, my husband, the "king" of the house, wants ice cold water, something to eat, looking for his tools, asking about his misplaced stuff. It's a shame not to give attention because he only gets to stay in the house the whole day,once a week. It's his rest day today, FYI.

Then, my cherub, my beautiful darling baby. She doesn't want to be left out. No, I tell you. She is now crying even she's fully fed. Very unusual, because she's asleep most of the time.

Mobile phone ringing, messages from my boss on Skype, my mom texting me. Peddlers,beggars, garbage collector.. What did I do to be treated like this?

Oh well, what the heck.

hello there!

I have always wanted to start a blog. I just did not have the time. And when I did,my computer broke down. Then my Internet got disconnected because of Ondoy. I am the type of person who always writes about what I feel. I love having conversations. I love writing letters. But noticing the pile of paper, that I don't know where to store, I know I have to start blogging real soon.

So, here I am. Pouring my heart out on this page. This blog is for moms, who I believe share the same feelings that I have, some experiences, adventures and hardships. This is also for soon-to-be moms, believe me, you'll thank me for the heads up. And this also for those who never in their life would want to be a mother. Neither to convince you to become one, nor to make you feel that you are right all along.


How do you define a mom?or mother? According to a dictionary a mother is a:

female person who has borne children creator child-bearer person caring for child sponsor administrator leader antonym of father Next time, I will give my thoughts on these definitions. I specially looove to tackle the last one.