Month: October 2011

Reality makeover

I’ve been watching TV again. That is, aside from the regular news that I see, I have also been watching other programs, and this time, I’m into these shows that feature different types of makeover. Somehow, I find these shows both entertaining and informative. Moreover, since they’re not like soaps–and I don’t like soaps–that make you wait for the next episode to find out what happens next, I don’t feel bad whenever I’d miss one. However, watching such programs makes me wish I could have a makeover too–wardrobe, home, even appearance. Let’s see… I’m starting to get tired of my hair style. As much as I would like to buy new clothes, bags, and shoes, I have to admit that they’d be no use to me since I’m a full-time homemaker now and work for me also means home-based. So what’s the use of buying new stuffs, especially really nice ones? I think I’d be happy with just a new pair of slippers (FitFlops perhaps), and a shirt or two, plus shorts. Nothing fancy, since …

My Alina (and my first childbirth experience)

At exactly eight years ago, 16 October 2003, 1 AM, I  experienced labor pains for the first time as I laid down next to a fetal monitor in a dimly lit room at a new hospital in Alabang, Muntinlupa City. The pains had just started then–two hours after my water bag broke while I was sleeping–and regardless of my resolve to go through it bravely and with as little help as possible from anyone, I was already writhing in pain by 3AM, begging for the anaesthesia that I had sworn to avoid. And I thought that I could do it all naturally since I considered myself well prepared for it–I religiously exercised, read everything I could that would help me cope with the situation, and I was very careful with the kind as well as amount of food I ate. I guess in the end the fact remained: my threshold for pain was simply low no matter how much I willed it to be otherwise. Looking back, it’s amazing how I survived the night. The pain seemed vent on killing me, yet it would not do so. I tried to counter the labor pains …

Chasing cobwebs

It’s been two months since I posted a story here. It’s not that I have not been writing, but for some reason, I couldn’t get my thoughts together and couldn’t seem to find enough time to sit in front of my laptop and just write like I normally would. My head’s always full of ideas to write about, especially when I’m on the road, and a number of articles have already piled up in my drafts folder waiting to be finished. It’s been two months that I have not done much except clean the house, take care of some errands, worry about the budget, get sick and recover (right, as if I have planned on being ill!), and reminisce the past. It’s been two months of both busy and idle living. My late mother‘s birthday and second death anniversary came and went too. As both dates neared, I experienced deep sadness. Wishing she’s still alive, dreaming I could still embrace and kiss her, yearning to hear her voice… If only I could be with her for one …