Such An Antisocial!

When: May 24, 2010
Location: Maxx’s Restaurant, SM North EDSA

So I have to make up to my two boys for watching a movie and going out with my girl friends on the same exact date as my son’s second birthday. Lunch with my two boys was a perfect plan. It should have been like that. It should have been just me, hubby and baby. But since, this is me being nice to hubby, our family lunch ended with some extras.

Well, well…everybody knows I am not really that good in socializing, or keeping things casual with other people. Other people–I can tolerate. But having to include SILs is not my kind of celebration.

Fine, call me anti-social, but I just really hate family reunions. Specially if the guys from the “other side of the wall” are concerned. Everybody knows they are my least priority, perhaps even being excluded from my list. But I have to be nice and casual as hubby said. Just be nice and get this thing over with.

Remembering not to spoil the real reason for having this lunch, I focused myself on the food 😀


pancit canton

The food was great (minus the annoying guests and comments over the table). All in all, I think Tri enjoyed having that lunch. If my son likes it, I like it too.

Tri in his mall car

SILs and hubby finished it off with some “kodak moments” while I made my escape by taking my boy for a stroll away from that place. I hate to ruin the celebration, but having the extras kills me–on the spot!


Tri’s First Artwork

Two weeks ago, I decided to buy a set of color pens for Tri. I know that it is finally time for me to see if he has his mom’s *ehem* artistic hands.

And here’s his first masterpiece!

Oooh! He’s gonna be the next Picasso or Van Gogh or Da Vinci!!!

A Family Portrait

One fine day, Tri and I decided to play around and practice drawing using his new set of color pens that I bought few weeks ago. We experimented on different colors to use, different shapes and different canvass and ended up doing this…

...on dad's tummy

and this:

..yes, on his foot.

Fun, isn’t it? :p

I’m glad I’ve switched!

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Yey! I am officially on! This sure is a nice time to switch blog host. My previous sucks!

Well, anyhoo…I have to be honest. My mood sometimes just don’t fit in on my family oriented blog. Sometimes, I wanna express the real me. The real emotions. Some things that I try to limit myself (in writing form) for the sake of my readers…

I wanna make a change now. That’s why I came up with this new blog. I wanna share what is it really like to be the working mom. What it feels like to be me. I want everyone to understand how mothering and working works (and fails) at the same time, so to answer the first question: Why am I still working?

A lot of people have been asking me why I would not let my hubby work and me stay in the house to take care of our little one. I’ve given a pretty much obvious scripted answer “This is not a good time for me to quit. When Tri turns 5, I’ll stop working and focus on his first official school year.” Although it wasn’t a direct answer at all, some of my officemates would eventually stop asking more questions. But some–to my great annoyance–would continue with their interrogation (as if me working is such a big crime!). Like, when would I allow hubby to go back to work so that there’s two of us earning money? or why not let him work abroad? or let him apply on our very own workplace?

I found all those questions absurd.

Obviously, world for parents like me and world for non-parents like them have a very thick, gigantic wall that separates our cultures, beliefs and point of views–basically totally different ways of lives. I came to understand that and I respect their views. But, one thing I cannot fathom is why a mom and wife like me working, is like…taboo to them! Let’s blame it on the Pinoy ways of being conservative (can I add “too much” before the word conservative?).

So for you guys, who have not reached the peak of being human (became a parent, in a more polite way), sorry. But I am honestly not good with verbal explanations specially if I need to let my emotions out. So, I’ve made a list for you that hopefully answers all your questions.

BTW, I am gonna give you a warning–this is based from my real emotions so, pardon me if some statements sounds harsh to you.

So, why am I still working? Well,

1st, I have a big TRUST issue. On everyone. I only trust two guys. (three, before, but since my Dad died, I only got two left). I trust myself and the other one’s for sure not you, not anyone I know. Not even hubby. Well–ok, I know that’s gotta offend him or anyone reading this. But there are just some things that I cannot depend on him, like work for example. Some guys just dont know what work ethics are. Some guys just wanna be boss all the time that they do not understand that everybody gets a position and a title by working hard on it. Some guys just dont know how to control their temper or know their limits. Some mix professional and personal life which often leads to wreckage.

Been there.

It was awful.

2nd, I started to believe that I should strike while the iron is still hot. For someone like me–an undergraduate girl who came from a struggling family–having  a job that I have right now is like seeing a comet in the dark night sky. Something I shouldn’t miss. Something that could only happen in after who-knows-how many years. When I entered the BPO industry, I’ve always know that this business isn’t that stable and some time in the future, might close and I will lose whatever I have today. Still, I told myself that as long as outsourcing works, I have work to do. And as long as they dont fire me, I’ll hold on to my job as if I am holding my son’s hand.


Well, I also have personal grudge to everyone who’s made fun of me when I was younger, like my classmates way back in grade school. Who doesn’t hate mean girls? Who doesn’t hate coming home from school crying with a broken eyeglasses or school uniform that looked like wall grafiti? I hate those years. I hate it because I cannot top them. Because our family does not have enough money back then to slap on my teachers’ faces so they can treat me like a princess. We didn’t have money. I only have a Dad who’s as diplomtic as a president or an ambassador negotiating with other parents. All the pain I endured during my younger years paid off. I am an undergrad. I didn’t pass any bar exam, no license, no nothing–just me and my guts–well, hey, I am earning twice or even three times than those mean girls are getting now! Let’s slap each other with our payslips! Yeay me! Ego–count that as my third.

4th. Practicality. The person who’s got a much more stable job, be the one to bring home the bacon. And we’re talking about huge chunks of bacon here :p

No nanny. Count that as my fifth. My son grows up with either me or hubby taking care of him. End of discussion.

Last, but not the least, I am an independent woman. I can do what a man can, even do much better than them. Not because I am a girl doesn’t mean that I dont have the right to work. History had that changed centuries ago. Women are now allowed to do what they wanna do. Women–specially wives–do not need to be stuck at home and rot taking care of the kids while husbands are out there socializing with other people. Every woman has the right to choose how to make a living and no matter what she chooses sure only means good for herself or her family. No working mom like me, chooses to work to get rid of the responsibility at home. Work outside the house is different from the work mothers and wives perform inside the house.

Well, I guess not everybody could understand this. Not everyone was born to become a wife and a mother.