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a belated birthday dinner

Sayang, I was not able to take a picture of the dish I cooked for the first time today. It was a belated birthday dinner for B. We had 10 guests (three of whom are below 10 years old) hehe, my cousins who are always the first to taste my experimental dishes. (Experimental in the sense that they are recipes that I have never tried before.) We had a baked chicken drowned in a mixture of butter, honey, and prepared mustard, plus a sprinkle of curry powder, and salt. My, my, was it so good, my young cousins were fighting over chicken bones.

Hmm, where is Christmas? For some reason, Christmas is a bit off base for me this year. I put up my Christmas tree as early as September to help me get into the 'Christmas mood' but I can't seem to get into it yet. There've been lots of activities and some major setbacks which had probably caused this lack of Christmas spirit. But Oh well, it doesn't matter... that's just a feeling. The reason for the season is not for …

a birthday dinner plan and a horrible picture

It is 1:03AM and this is just another sleepless night. I sooo feel very sick today due to a picture in Facebook that a cousin had commented on which in turn appeared on my screen when I checked my facebook page today. I cannot seem to shake the image of a little boy's body in a dirty plastic basin, with his intestines hanging out of his bare tummy... and with his little head in another container! What sick sick person would do such a thing!!! At first, (and even until now) I was telling myself that the photo was probably photoshopped. But then it seems too real as there are no visible signs of manipulation. It is just soooo UNTHINKABLE!

People who posts pictures that are so graphic like that specially in webpages like Facebook should do necessary precautions not to subject their friends or the friends of their friends to a viewing of it without consenting to view it. I wasn't meaning to look at it but it was a picture so my eyes naturally gravitated to it, and it was rig…

Christmas & Broken Hearts

My heart is bleeding today for a cousin of mine whose 'fiancee' is getting married to another. I just got a call from him asking me what happened. Yes, asking me what happened because I was kind of the one who was in communication with the girl while we were all waiting for her to make her decision. The decision we were waiting for was the "yes, but not right now" kind of thing. We did not expect that it was going to be a "No, because I'm getting hitched to another man!" I just can hear the hurt in his voice and I can kind of feel his pain... so intense, and inexplicable that I do not know what to say to comfort him, so I just told him that I was so furious for him when I heard the news. What do you say to someone whose heart is breaking right at the moment you are talking to him, and whose dreams of family shattered right before your eyes (or ears)? What can one do but have her heart bleed too. If it hurts me so much like this, how much more for…

My 3 Cs (my Culture, my Cousin, and my Carbonara)

The Kalanguyas have a cultural practice called "Tanga" (with stress on the first syllable). This is done by inviting oneself into the house of another for a meal. In the past, when somebody comes to your door and that person says he is 'timanga,' you don't have a choice but to let him in and feed him at least three meals. They are usually children but usually, a parent accompanies them.

I remember when I was a little girl, I had a pet chicken. One evening, we had visitors, a young boy and his mother. I was surprised because my grandmother was hurrying to cook rice when we usually eat sweet potatoes for supper. My grandfather also was burning chicken feathers on the fire. The next morning, after breakfast, the mother and son left, with my pet chicken tuck under the young boy's armpit. I went to my grandmother and cried my heart out. She explained to me that the boy wanted my chicken. "Tinang-an to," she said. So I learned that one cannot re…

A la Julie&Julia

While my B was in Manila some weeks ago, I received a text message from him asking what would I like as a pasalubong. I told him to just buy me anything, and he said there is nothing called anything anywhere in the mall so I told him to buy me a movie that he thinks I would like. So he came home and my pasalubong was a DVD of the Julie and Julia movie.

I enjoyed it although I found it dragging in some parts but still I was impressed with the premise of cooking a whole cookbook and blogging about it. One recipe that stuck to me after I finished watching the movie was the beouf bourguignon. It's probably because I was fascinated with the name. It sounds to me like a procedure that people at the salons do to your hair. :) So after the movie, I googled Julia Child, read up on her, then googled the beef recipe and studied at least four versions of it. I thought it would be something interesting to do so I saved the webpage and promised myself that I'll sacrifice a week budget when m…

my name is Liv M. Ealone

Well, of course that is actually "LEAVE ME ALONE!"

WARNING: Read at your own risk!

So I was having a peaceful time reinstalling Translators Workplace and repairing some of the installations on my computer so I can go ahead and finish up the back log of the last few days' assignments when I received a text message. (I was also doing laundry in between.) The message was the usual how-are-you-I-hope-you-are-well kind and so I replied with the equally usual I'm-great-I-just-had-a-tooth-pulled kind of response. Then another reply came telling me that it would be good if I start doing this and that, and that did it for me! For goodness sakes!!! It's Saturday! Give me a break! All I want to do is close my eyes and do no-brainy things like laundry and all that! (Oh, I would have to have my eyes open for that, I guess!) But you get my meaning!

So anyway, I replied that I can't start doing what they're asking me to do until the workshop I have been participating…


I was hovering over a library counter yesterday where lots of sci-fi, mystery novels, and thrillers are on display. After a while, the lady at the counter looked up and saw me flipping the pages of some of the books. She said, "Hmm, so you like science fiction. I don't like them!" "I have read some, but they're not my favorites," I answered. She raised her eyebrows because it was obvious by the way I was stacking the books that I have a plan to take them with me.

I've bought some books from the same library before so I know that they will only cost me a negligible amount. I don't know but it seems silly to me to pass up owning good novels when they only cost 5pesos a piece. So I asked the librarian to put the books in a box as I run to my room to get some money.

Now, I just finished marking the books and I looked at the shelves of novels and other books that I have bought the last six months (not to mention those that were given to me by frien…

Christmas Tree and Flowers

Wow, I have neglected this blog for a long time that I don't think anyone comes here anymore until I read a new comment on the previous entry.

Well, my cop out for not writing anything here for months (Is it months?) was because I have been terribly busy as everyone else.

Honestly, after I lost my baby, I associated blogging with heavy emotions. So since I did not want to 'feel' for a time, I stopped writing blogs (although I did write everything from teaching materials, my husband's sermon outlines, to scripts). But boy, did I miss blogging and the interaction with readers that sometimes comes with it when your friends feel oblige to acknowledge that they did read what you wrote (hehe). I decided to write something today not because I have something profound to say, (maybe I do have, we'll see:) but because I just wanted to be here again.

Many things happened since June. Hubby and I went for a 2-week vacation in the beautiful island of Camiguin which was a very r…

of ebays & iphones

I was scammed!

One of the things I like about myself is the ability to think the best about people and always giving anyone the benefit of a doubt. But yesterday this has become a curse. I tried to buy a used phone in ebay and it turned out that the supposed seller was a scammer. He took my money (a considerable amount, yes) and never sent the product most likely cuz he doesn't have it in the first place.

At first, I had this nagging doubt, and for three times I blurted out loud, "No Margie, don't bid on it!" But in the end, I did. I did asked the right questions, etc., etc., to try to make sure that the seller is genuine. He even gave me a valid serial number, a valid tracking number after he supposedly sent the product through Air21. He also told me the tracking number won't be valid until after 24 hrs, which is usually right, but after 12 hours, I checked the tracking number in the courier's website and I found out that it was the number for a package …


I woke up this morning with drier eyes unlike yesterday morning when everything I see around the house seemed to drive me to tears: The cushion where I use to seat talking to JJ as he starts growing in my womb, the food and drinks that Bong eats but I kept myself from consuming to make sure no harm however little will come near my baby, the strange smelling vitamins I had to close my eyes to take in, just so that baby will have all the nutrients he needs to develop; even the toilet bowl where I spent a lot of time sitting on, because I had to drink quarts and quarts of water so that baby will have enough water to drink so his lungs, and limbs and digestive system may develop perfectly, the seven pillows in my bed where I use to put my legs up and the veges in my fridge, food that I hate but I eat anyway for JJ -- all of these bring tears to my eyes. But today, my second day home with an empty womb, I felt that I am slowly adjusting to the lost. I only teared once today, compared t…


I haven't been here for quite a while, but I haven't been around anything or any place recently anyway. I decided to come by and write an update for fear of developing a carpal tunnel (like Lolo Trueblue:) from perpetually pressing on those little buttons on my phone's keypad to reply to friends' text messages asking how I am doing.

Actually there is not much to write. I have been spending my time in bed getting tired of resting. I never knew that resting can be very tiring! I wouldn't have done it for or to myself if not for the fact that the life of someone very important to me depends on it. Yup, for those of you who still do not know, I am having a high-risk pregnancy. I have what medical people called subchorionic hematoma (SCH) where a part of the placenta detached itself from the lining of the womb and a pocket of blood collects in between this tear. I won't get into any more details for fear of grossing you all out. :) You may click here if you w…


If I am the night
You are a beautiful dream that leaves me wanting for more
If I am the plain old blue sky
You were the orange, cotton soft cirrus of my sunset.
If I was a lyric
You were the music that caresses every line
If I am a face
You are the pretty smile that lights up my countenance.

But I am not the night
Yet you are still that beautiful dream
I am not the sky
Yet I know that you would bring color to my life
I am not a lyric
Yet I can almost hear the music of your laughter
I am not a face
Yet remembering you brings a smile to my lips.

Yet again
You are but only a dream.

Feb 14, 2009

I lost you again, yet I'll keep on dreaming...

www and doctors

I went to a doctor today--kind of forced to it by my worriers (hehe). But all I did was pay a ridiculous professional fee for being told everything that I have already read in the internet about my condition. So now I decided that next time, I'll just go directly to the lab, undergo all the diagnostic procedures that the info from the www says that I'll need and walk into a clinic and have a doctor interpret the results. :) At least then I'll only be paying PF once. But that's just me.

So kids, "don't attempt this at home!" lol

where i've been

Wow, it's exactly two months now since I last wrote an entry here, not counting the previous entry that I just copied and pasted from a forwarded email. And I think people don't come here anymore,:) most probably because of my absence here and in their comment sections as well. ;)

I've been busy and then got lazy and then lazier after that. I woke up one morning feeling lousy.. to make the story short, I found out I'm carrying again but I didn't wanna make a big fuss about it cuz there is a big chance it might turn out to be like the first one so I kept it to myself for about a week before people in my house heard about it. A few days after, I began cramping and bleeding and all those gross things that happen to women. We ran to the doc, and she said I might be miscarrying but that I might try staying in bed, keeping off my feet for days until my body stops leaking. So I did, but if boredom could kill, I'd be dead by now, after three days of bed rest doing n…


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