Tuesday, April 8, 2008

why is it?

that I don't have the traveling bug, when everyone around me seems to have it?
Have I just not caught it yet? Could it be because I grew up without the luxury of vacations? Could it be because I'm a work-a-holic? Or could it be because to me, I enjoy my life the way it is- with all the luxuries and glamour it has to offer on a day to day basis? I mean, don't get me wrong, I love going out of town once in a while, seeing new things. However, I think, since I never really put much thought into traveling around the world, then I don't feel as if I'm missing out on something. Yes, the hubby and I want to travel and see the world one day. However, on our list of priorities, it's not really on the top 3. Owning our own house though, definitely number 1 priority. And yes, seeing my family in the Philippines is also important to me- at least in my top 5, but only because I feel it is important for me to connect back to who I fundamentally am and where I come from. It's a way for me to get to know myself.

Here's a few pics of my trip to the Philippines in January...

Nanay (Grandma) and Raine


My sister with relatives at the hospital


With my aunt and cousins at our cousin's baby's baptism


I'm a godmother! God help this child! HA!


my sister and our aunt


With my cousins at the hospital


One of my fave cousins (on the right) and our cousin's wife


With two of my favorite people in the Philippines (for those of you wondering, I have a few other favorite people there :)


A shocker- Super Panda with no make up! It totally melts off your face there!


Such cute kids! Amaru and Raine.


And that's not all of the Bernardino's!

Monday, April 7, 2008

God grant me...

faith and patience.
More so patience because I do believe I have the faith. Sometimes I just lack a little. Please help me to know that 2 weeks will soon be over and that Milo will be home... or please just help me find him a flight home or a ride home this weekend. It's in your hands...

Yes, I know I'm being melodramatic. However, for those of you who do not have babies at home, like I do, it's incredibly tough to be a single parent. I definitely give all those who are single parents lots of credit! It's a lot of work- yes, it's rewarding, but it's work. 2 weeks ago, Jamba had horrible diarrhea. Cash had an ear infection last week. Plenty of walks needed and of course, the feeding. They also fight now and then. It makes it a lot easier when I have someone to share the parenting with. Plus, they listen to their dad more. He's the bad cop. But look at these gorgeous faces- can't help but love them!



On another note, here's a quote I found:

"People have scars. In all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret roadmaps of their personal histories. Diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere and though the cut's long gone, the pain still lingers."
--Dr. Meredith Grey (Grey's Anatomy)

So yesterday!



Sometime last year. Serge's first fight at House of Champions.
Those were definitely not the good ol' days.

Now with a new trainer. Definitely praying for better things to come!

Friday, April 4, 2008

I Don't Care Friday checklist

1.) Walk two miles upon waking up: check.

2.) Have tons of coffee in the morning: check.

3.) Have a fairly busy morning: check.

4.) Have lots more coffee in the afternoon: check.

5.) Have an insane afternoon, with no possibility of getting out on time, and a
huge chance of working late tonight: double check.

6.) Be late in picking up hubby from the airport during his weekend visit home from
school (btw I cannot wait til it's done with in 2 weeks): another check.

7.) Possibility of being grumpy at tonight's turn of events: triple check.

I've accomplished tons today. Not complaining about the work at all. In fact, I love it... although I'm not quite sure where I'll find an 8 year old boy who has his own recording studio at home. I'm stumped on that one. However, Super Panda REFUSES to be stumped. Instead, I have been on a quest... one that I feel will not be resolved tonight. I Don't Care Friday will turn into Chew My Butt Monday (Thanks Hallmark for these phrases which I'm absolutely in love with). I will try not to be grumpy though. Huge obstacle for me, since I have a temper. Breathe in, breathe out.

Life is GRAND! Believe me when I say that... I LOVE my work. Just crazy at the moment :)
Super Panda

Thursday, April 3, 2008

2 postings in 1 day,aren't you lucky?

My dad came to me in a dream the other night. It's been a while since he did this.
In my dream, I saw a man enter my garage dressed in a brown leather bomber jacket (one that my dad owned) just as my newphew and I were rounding the corner to go back home after walking the pugs. I ran to the garage with my pepper spray, ready to attack this intruder. I yelled, "Hey!" and he turned around. I saw his round, smiling face. He looked years younger and healthy- just like how I remember him looking when I was 9 and we went to the snow during his visit. I then said, "Oh, it's just you dad." He was still looking at me, his eyes conveying the joy he felt, still with a huge smile on his face. He stood there holding a red drill that he picked up from my garage (which we don't have). I then kept on telling him how happy he looked, and I asked him why he was so happy. Before he got a chance to respond, I woke up from my dream.

At times, when I feel him fading away, I long for some sort of sign that he is still around watching over me and my family. Even with all my longing, he doesn't always come. But then he randomly surprises me and I feel much better afterwards. However, this doesn't mean that I am hoping to see you around my house anytime soon dad... just in dreams ok? I don't think I can handle an actual sighting of you- at least not yet.



On another note, I've dropped 6 lbs. and started boxing again. BTW- thanks nutrisystem. HA! I'm glad I'm back training. I LOVE it! I cannot even emphasize that enough. It's definitely an adrenaline rush. Plus, I love the idea that I can defend myself. Now it also means a lot more knowing my dad enjoyed boxing.

in honor of my roots

The Philippines is in dire need of a leader who will actually take care of its people. I am hoping that they get one soon. There are far too many people in the Philippines living in poverty. It's a travesty in this day and age. There have been many protests recently in the hopes of ovethrowing the current president, Gloria Arroyo. Even the prisoners are doing their part...



I'm sure not a lot of people know that the Filipino people love to sing and dance. A lot of their movies are similar to Bollywood movies, in that there's a lot of dancing and singing- especially towards the end when they're all at the beach.

Anyhow, PEOPLE POWER!

Life is GRAND!
Super Panda

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

I tried but couldn't resist posting this as the 12th

From my favorite author of all time, Paulo Coelho...

Thank you, President Bush

I wrote the letter below on March 9, 2003, ten days before the invasion of Iraq. It is the most widely read text I have written, having been published in the leading newspapers across the world and all over the Internet: close to 500 million people have read it.

The war is now entering its 6th year, and over 4,000 American soldiers have lost their lives, together with an indefinite number of Iraqis. According to the CNN (March 24, 2008), “estimates of the Iraqi death toll range from about 80,000 to the hundreds of thousands, with another 2 million forced to leave the country and 2.5 million displaced within Iraq, according to the U.N. High Commissioner for Refugees”.

Many of the people I mention have already left the scene, yet the war goes on. At the moment, there is no light at the end of the tunnel. Below are some extracts from the letter:

Thank you, great leader George W. Bush.

Thank you for showing everyone what a danger Saddam Hussein represents. Many of us might have forgotten that he used chemical weapons against his own people, against the Kurds and against the Iranians. Hussein is a bloodthirsty dictator, today seen as one of the world’s clearest expressions of evil.

But that is not the only reason I have for thanking you. During the first two months of 2003, you showed the world a great many important things. So, recalling a poem I learned as a child, I would like to express my gratitude.

Thank you for revealing to the world the enormous gulf that exists between the decisions made by those in power and the wishes of the people. Thank you for making it clear that neither José Maria Aznar nor Tony Blair really care or show the slightest respect for the votes they received. Aznar is capable of ignoring the fact that 90% of Spaniards are against the war and Blair is unmoved by the largest public demonstration to take place in England in the last thirty years.

Thank you for insisting that Tony Blair should appear before Parliament with a fabricated dossier written by a student ten years ago, and present this as 'damning evidence collected by the British Secret Service'.

Thank you too, because, after all your efforts to promote war, the normally divided Arab nations were for the first time unanimous in condemning any invasion, at a meeting held in Cairo.

Thank you also for your rhetoric stating that 'the UN now has a chance to demonstrate its relevance', which made even the most reluctant countries take a stance against any attacks.

Thank you for trying to divide a Europe that is struggling for unification; this was a warning that will not go unheeded.

Thank you for having achieved something that very few have so far managed to do in this century: bringing millions of people together on all continents to fight for the same idea, even though that idea is opposed to yours.

Thank you, because without you we would not have realized our own ability to mobilize. It may serve no purpose this time, but it will be useful later on. Now that there seems no way of silencing the drums of war, I would like to borrow the words of an ancient European king to an invader: 'May your morning be a beautiful one, with the sun shining on your soldiers' armor, for in the afternoon I will defeat you.'

So, enjoy your morning and whatever glory it may yet bring you.

Thank you for not listening to us and not taking us seriously, but understand that we hear you and will not forget your words.

Thank you, great leader George W. Bush.
Thank you very much.

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