tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-317445052024-03-13T14:12:10.285-07:00boznik storiesroxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-26155570435101498842013-03-29T07:08:00.001-07:002013-03-29T07:08:25.188-07:00Loved By You<center><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-UR4aEYzB30Y/UVWgLj8db8I/AAAAAAAABFI/nHyRTQJfvh0/%25255BUNSET%25255D.jpg width="240" height="320"/></center>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-53816466820660467322011-11-02T04:55:00.000-07:002011-11-02T04:57:44.971-07:00What If God Answered His Prayer?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtf8zLyNGzvgw8MLNqnWoseXMBm3H9RICI17XdViaYQY6RRxmwwfcQypfvh0DLAyydh8tWVcrxoDp0fNTDWVN7Snhyc_MqGPT9aZ402zcyXCSXuJDh0nQLen_zCcBug16VLDh/s1600/FP03+%2528600+x+400%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDtf8zLyNGzvgw8MLNqnWoseXMBm3H9RICI17XdViaYQY6RRxmwwfcQypfvh0DLAyydh8tWVcrxoDp0fNTDWVN7Snhyc_MqGPT9aZ402zcyXCSXuJDh0nQLen_zCcBug16VLDh/s320/FP03+%2528600+x+400%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670366143421205538" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I asked my son to include my intentions (to find a job within the week) in his prayer before bedtime. Instead, he asked God to give me a job next year. When I asked him why, he told me that he likes having me at home. Now if only we're not heading towards difficult times, I would have liked that too.</div>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-4083174863973316692011-08-15T18:24:00.000-07:002011-08-15T18:52:05.346-07:00McDonald's Kiddie Crew Workshop<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdv93LH2uOQfAILbv4wr0Nu_LhWjXalMsh-XhPMIJ469tjKrDZbwTv2q7snPZpdtSUS1hNAzGfqGEKYFUQXi0ISX-XoX0Wk9J68MUXAbY5dA1FG4ST5Otp1J9lH_5NaV1-X54/s1600/mcdo+boz1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdv93LH2uOQfAILbv4wr0Nu_LhWjXalMsh-XhPMIJ469tjKrDZbwTv2q7snPZpdtSUS1hNAzGfqGEKYFUQXi0ISX-XoX0Wk9J68MUXAbY5dA1FG4ST5Otp1J9lH_5NaV1-X54/s320/mcdo+boz1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641259019492507554" border="0" /></a>
<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">I enrolled Koy in the McDonald's Kiddie Crew Workshop last summer. For an investment of P500.00, he got a bag, cap, ID, T-shirt, free spaghetti meal for 5 days, and activity stuff too. His favorite part of the whole workshop was his time in the kitchen where he learned about how they cooked his favorite crispy fried chicken. His least favorite is having to stand in the counter and greet everyone a "Good Morning, Ma'am/Sir" with a smile.
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<br />Summer camps are alternative learning experiences for kids. It teaches them new things and broadens their understanding of how things work.
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<br />I asked Koy it he'd still want to enrol at McDo Kiddie Crew Workshop next year. Naaaaaaa, he said ha's had enough of it. Maybe we'll try out the Junior Forester program at the <a href="http://www.bacolodcityguide.com/negros-forest-and-ecological-foundation-mini-forest-and-zoo/">Negros Forest and Ecological Foundation Mini Forest and Zoo! </a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><span class="tl"></span></div>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-66187687243095843232010-01-06T06:37:00.001-08:002010-01-06T06:37:55.977-08:00Living the Dream<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2MjNcazsmUGK7aTXLfiuVuRylXmohTIRwaJin5fTeGNj6qturW_QyS5vD_3a130ppcgIkbJZdC59n60Y4XSqfZR_t2EHP3ccXh5HoRXQvz2cU3XJtGH0bF4dPOgpVgDhTTq2/s1600-h/mohawkweb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl2MjNcazsmUGK7aTXLfiuVuRylXmohTIRwaJin5fTeGNj6qturW_QyS5vD_3a130ppcgIkbJZdC59n60Y4XSqfZR_t2EHP3ccXh5HoRXQvz2cU3XJtGH0bF4dPOgpVgDhTTq2/s400/mohawkweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423632152706795442" border="0" /></a><br />Living the Dream.<br />Koy had his <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mohawk_hairstyle">fauxhawk </a>on a Saturday.<br />Went to church with it on a Sunday.<br />Gone bald on Monday.<br /><br />The do may have been gone.<br />But the rush, the laughter and the fun lingered<br />And shall be well remembered.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">digiscrap resources:<br />paper by <a href="http://www.littledreamerdesigns.com/index.php">Little Dreamers Designs</a><br />stars by <a href="http://aurien.blogspot.com/">Auri Scraps</a></span>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-56060830103907734512009-10-12T22:56:00.000-07:002009-10-12T23:00:00.723-07:00Broken Glass<div style="float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thetallest/84690974/" title="photo sharing"><img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/39/84690974_f2a35d3118_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 0);" /></a><br /><span style="margin-top: 0px;font-size:0.9em;" ><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thetallest/84690974/">Busted Glass</a><br />Originally uploaded by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/thetallest/">TheTallest</a></span></div>Koy was being extra creative at play this morning. Threw a coin at the ceiling and Bham! Down came our fluorescent light.<br /><br />What else can a 5-year old kid say but, Ooooops!roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-34990296185240621092009-10-12T12:08:00.000-07:002009-10-12T16:08:51.743-07:00The Wedding (Manolito and Joy)<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://roxieyap.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/1049"><img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.roxieyap.multiply.com/image/1+KcjhWl++lK16wUKwO5qw/photos/1M/300x300/1049/joymanwedding-web.jpg?et=2AEGA3Cx5j09rD5viUy2Sg&nmid=0" border="0"></a></span><span class="insertedphoto"></span>We attend Joy and Manolito's wedding last Saturday, 10th of October. Everybody dressed up to the nines as the motif was Black Tie. Even the hubby had to forego his usual denims and collarless shirt for the polo, slacks and <span style="font-style: italic;">dapa</span> which he only gets to wear once in a blue moon. As for me, there was nothing fancy in my closet so I settled for my little black dress, which turned out to be not so little anymore LOL!.<br><br>Anyways, Koy got the privilege of marching down the aisle and play coin bearer. We were all excited to see him in his coat and tie. And my oh my, he didn't disappoint us! He looked very comfortable in it! <br><br><font size="2">*digiscrap resources by <a href="http://www.scrapbookgraphics.com/xcart/manufacturers.php?manufacturerid=45">dianne @ scrapbook graphics</a> and <a href="www.desjardindigitaldesigns.com">lawanna desjardin @ desjardin digital designs</a></font><br><br> </div><!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-87066208810511617562009-10-07T04:36:00.000-07:002009-10-07T08:36:17.231-07:00Wall-E Spotted <div style="text-align: justify;"><a style="" href="http://roxieyap.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/1047"><span class="insertedphoto"></span><span class="insertedphoto"></span></a><span class="insertedphoto"><a href="http://roxieyap.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/1047"><img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.roxieyap.multiply.com/image/D94AEKld6hdtU641FqUcKQ/photos/1M/300x300/1047/Wall-e.jpg?et=AvDJd4EC7BPAGeTCXfqUFw&nmid=0" border="0"></a></span><a href="http://roxieyap.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/1047"><span class="insertedphoto"></span></a><a href="http://roxieyap.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/1047"><span class="insertedphoto"></span></a><span class="insertedphoto"></span>The workings of the trash compactor robot named <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wall-e">Wall-e</a> has been discovered near the peaceful Rolling Hills Memorial Chapel in Bacolod City. Is it not that it is supposed to start doing its work on 2105? Have we been fast-tracking our wasteful ways thereby laying the grounds for the establishment of a super-mega landfill that necessitates the abandonment of the earth we live in and the death of all life forms? Has doomsday come before Christmas?<br><a href="http://roxieyap.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/1047"><span class="insertedphoto"></span></a><br><a href="http://roxieyap.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/1048"><img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.roxieyap.multiply.com/image/AlFPaVzry1Prwgv212pVQw/photos/1M/300x300/1048/Wall-e02.jpg?et=282SyZ8bMurgdysXQTv%2Bag&nmid=0" border="0"></a><a href="http://roxieyap.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/1047"><span class="insertedphoto"></span></a><br>Echos lang! Been meaning to post this pictures online for the longest time ever! I've been passing by the shortcut road at 27th Lacson Street to evade the traffic at Crossing Ramos since time in immemorial. But I never really got excited about these pile of junks until Wall-E. <br><a href="http://roxieyap.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/1047"><span class="insertedphoto"></span></a><br>I love this movie, Koy loved it too. He was 4 when he first watched it and he was deeply moved (spoiler alert! read at your own risk, if you haven't seen the movie yet) during that scene when Eve didn't recognize Wall-E. It's a good movie to watch with children. It teaches kids about the environment, waste management, learning to cope with whatever blessings you have, resourcefulness and companionship. <br><br>Wall-E is now available on DVD and Blu-ray Disc. Order and own one now! <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wall-E-Three-Disc-Special-Digital-Copy/dp/B001EOQWEO">>>></a><br><span class="insertedphoto"></span><br><a href="http://roxieyap.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/1047"><span class="insertedphoto"><img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/611rh1O5BYL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" border="0"></span></a><br> </div> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-2608247220820427902009-09-29T12:21:00.000-07:002009-09-29T16:21:56.318-07:00The Proposal <div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="insertedphoto"><a style="" href="http://roxieyap.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/1046"><img class="alignleft" src="http://images.roxieyap.multiply.com/image/NfH3GeL1rEfA9fajw9CSLA/photos/1M/300x300/1046/boz-church.jpg?et=%2BK%2CYhhALs6jAswbaQmjQeQ&nmid=0" border="0"></a></span><span class="insertedphoto"></span>For our reading time before bed last night, Koy picked <span style="font-style: italic;">My First Bible</span> which retells the stories of the Bible with illustrations for kids. Before we started our reading, we had this conversation (translated to English):<br><br><span style="font-style: italic;">"Ma, when I grow up, I want to be a priest"</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Sure"</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"I will be a priest but I will still live with you"</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Oh no, baby, when you become a priest you will be where your church is. That will be your home. Just like Uncle Fr. Noni, his church is in Rome so he lives there. But you can always ask us to come with you wherever you will be assigned."</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Why does it have to be like that?"</span><br style="font-style: italic;"><br style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">"Because that's just the way it is."</span><br><br>Then we started reading about The Creation.<br><br>Just thought I'd write this one here so if ever the angels like his idea and give it a push, I would have something to share during his Ordination Party. LOL!<br><font size="2"><br>Picture Notes: Boz circa 2007 in Numancia, Aklan</font><br><br><br><br></div><br> <!-- multiply:no_crosspost --><p class='multiply:no_crosspost'></p>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-70384098937225183162009-06-20T01:22:00.001-07:002009-06-20T01:57:11.894-07:00Someday... I Just Know<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5WAcVAk56sZYnukm16tvnOSmQy-fpVfljCNumxZAENF8Frp7s0G1B0-IJ1lHPNtMsEWg0mEGwRN9gcqjT-5gEMMso2BwNEBOFEgqfAWibT8MI9TpdMwoNPH8PN-I8bSBafRVY/s1600-h/BozCharie+copyed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5WAcVAk56sZYnukm16tvnOSmQy-fpVfljCNumxZAENF8Frp7s0G1B0-IJ1lHPNtMsEWg0mEGwRN9gcqjT-5gEMMso2BwNEBOFEgqfAWibT8MI9TpdMwoNPH8PN-I8bSBafRVY/s400/BozCharie+copyed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349322453074236498" border="0" /></a>When he saw her, he just knew - he'll marry her someday.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />He will go to the US, where she is now. He will court her, she'll say yes and they will marry. He will build her a house, a robot house, one that transforms and can fly.<br /><br />But for now, he's going to study very hard, especially math and science because he needs to be very good at it to be able to build his robot house. He pretty much has some ideas sketched up in his mind on how he would want it to look but he has to reinforce it with the fundamentals so that it's not only going to be about the design but the structure as well.<br /><br />For now, he's not going to call her or send her email for he doesn't miss her yet. When he does, he will.<br /><br />Whenever he's paired up with some pretty girl his age, he'd shy off and say that he already has a girlfriend. Her name is Charie, she's currently in the states and he's going to marry her someday.<br /><br />So loyal and pure...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*digiscrap elements are by <a href="http://www.simplycleandigiscraps.com">melany violette</a>, angelica e. and <a href="http://www.scraphead.com/">carol abram</a>.</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-39094915283884157622009-06-08T16:16:00.000-07:002009-06-08T16:22:22.176-07:00Koy's Fifth<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB3Ud3xN5O0cZy7TXfLNcOxwRKp-AABvm_7GBdTjPe36PHrEtLWbDkMaF936mV0eIaDA0Cs3LLA9uf0GB-sh8U26Zltf3te9ckodZq87ij5fy6efGVOo8TjGl0GGqPimKie2bS/s1600-h/Boz01ed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiB3Ud3xN5O0cZy7TXfLNcOxwRKp-AABvm_7GBdTjPe36PHrEtLWbDkMaF936mV0eIaDA0Cs3LLA9uf0GB-sh8U26Zltf3te9ckodZq87ij5fy6efGVOo8TjGl0GGqPimKie2bS/s400/Boz01ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345100027831023906" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2jIXRE_m4Bsc4hfxJ2nLc0HxBzY7Jo6dn-e6-XyQj9jk5GGoNq295skRzuoA6XosoemUoXN127EJ7K-YFjfNC3Ko8Zp0Y2WLwNAtkwlUUc8YEY5s7ZzVgdpXL9CyGnGUqFUO/s1600-h/boz02ed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM2jIXRE_m4Bsc4hfxJ2nLc0HxBzY7Jo6dn-e6-XyQj9jk5GGoNq295skRzuoA6XosoemUoXN127EJ7K-YFjfNC3Ko8Zp0Y2WLwNAtkwlUUc8YEY5s7ZzVgdpXL9CyGnGUqFUO/s400/boz02ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345100286674154498" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnyoXUOflNF2vfqC2x8Yw7HDCw9k8KbcOzXErKDBztFcSN7LX4gv0adfl4yrccQJPztLgxnhcV8WesXbzNyD3rk6EdnZHz7Gtarce1r3lRqedGWYIXwjGg-Qk20lgT2DjN4MA1/s1600-h/Boz03ed.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnyoXUOflNF2vfqC2x8Yw7HDCw9k8KbcOzXErKDBztFcSN7LX4gv0adfl4yrccQJPztLgxnhcV8WesXbzNyD3rk6EdnZHz7Gtarce1r3lRqedGWYIXwjGg-Qk20lgT2DjN4MA1/s400/Boz03ed.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345100498808111698" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*digiscrap elements/ resources used: AASPN doodle Gift, Tblankenship, gmiller-windchimes-qp, www.all4luvdesigns.blogspot.com</span>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-75441686450580805442009-06-02T23:13:00.000-07:002009-06-05T21:17:52.942-07:00My Brain, My Brain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Pb63MAJi5sobVlHB7BYfGkZ26niRYmSRo37GsWgyzGxKqQqQuO5dZuMbxEAqgVZbRZ4AO2bX9cCmW5JgpCUSN0zQE4_bkcuMysTG-NME1v9IDERhToBBgqF0eEZagrxdq2ER/s1600-h/monki_boz.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Pb63MAJi5sobVlHB7BYfGkZ26niRYmSRo37GsWgyzGxKqQqQuO5dZuMbxEAqgVZbRZ4AO2bX9cCmW5JgpCUSN0zQE4_bkcuMysTG-NME1v9IDERhToBBgqF0eEZagrxdq2ER/s320/monki_boz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344036707763730514" border="0" /></a>
<br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CRoxanne%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-PH;} p {margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:EN-PH;} @page Section1 {size:8.5in 11.0in; margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; mso-header-margin:.5in; mso-footer-margin:.5in; mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 {page:Section1;} --> </style><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p><span lang="EN-PH">Mama:<span style=""> </span>Boz, indi ka ka play kung indi mo ni mabasa</span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH">(<i style="">Boz, you can’t play if you can’t read this</i>)</span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH">The Word: NEOPETS</span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH">Koy: <span style=""> </span>Ne</span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH">Koy:<span style=""> </span>Ne-o</span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH">Koy:<span style=""> </span>Neodex? </span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH">Mama:<span style=""> </span>Nope</span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH">Koy:<span style=""> </span>Neopex?</span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH">Mama:<span style=""> </span>Nope</span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH">Koy:<span style=""> </span>Neo… ano man? </span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH">Mama:<span style=""> </span>Sige na, indi ka gd ka play kung indi ka kabalo</span></p> <p><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH"><span style=""> </span></span></i><span lang="EN-PH">(<i style="">Give it a go! You can’t play unless you know this!</i>)</span></p> <p><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></p><p><i style=""><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></span></i></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH">He curled his hands into fists and started to pound on his temples while squinting and chanting, “Brain, Brain, buligi ako!!!!!” (<i style="">Brain, brain, help me!!!!!</i>)</span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></span></p> <p><span lang="EN-PH">Everybody broke down in laughter, especially Koy.
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<br /></p><p><span lang="EN-PH"><span style="font-size:78%;">AboutThePhoto: taken over a year ago, filed under ways of entertaining yourself on a slow weekend with kutsinta cups as props.</span>
<br /></span></p> roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-56718758496898935612009-02-15T20:10:00.000-08:002009-02-15T20:26:16.750-08:00Of Future MILs<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFGQilKrQIwoDEUN1A_6kbaWtogfAJ6vwUDlxcLMq7RFuFmobeSDwPXfydr5MwTT80emWD2fn_VMyCqw9BXVSxnvBzgd2oL1UROXGbjIxSUrvP9EY9SgKIGDrEOV_LhmSgDzr/s1600-h/Picture+596.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlFGQilKrQIwoDEUN1A_6kbaWtogfAJ6vwUDlxcLMq7RFuFmobeSDwPXfydr5MwTT80emWD2fn_VMyCqw9BXVSxnvBzgd2oL1UROXGbjIxSUrvP9EY9SgKIGDrEOV_LhmSgDzr/s200/Picture+596.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303246510732264674" border="0" /></a>Boz @ 4.9<br /><br />Tita Rhea: Boz, din ka makadto? <span style="font-style: italic;">Where are you going, Boz?</span><br /><br />Koy: Mapuli sa Bacolod <span style="font-style: italic;">We're going home to Bacolod.</span><br /><br />TR: Pwede ko ka upod? <span style="font-style: italic;">Can I come with you ?</span><br /><br />Koy: Kung gusto mo. <span style="font-style: italic;"> If you want to.</span><br /><br />Koy: Galing sa balay kami ni mommy matulog. <span style="font-style: italic;">But we'll be sleeping at mommy's house.</span><br /><br />TR: Te pwede man ko to ka upod sa imo? <span style="font-style: italic;">Can I join you?</span><br /><br />Koy: Basi kigan ka ni mama mo. <span style="font-style: italic;">You're mom might not approve of it. </span><br /><br />My son, a gentleman in the making!roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-46394116972778774092009-01-14T16:34:00.000-08:002009-01-14T16:58:51.436-08:00Eating on His Own<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/2843386782_86dd41b034.jpg?v=0"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 475px; height: 309px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/2843386782_86dd41b034.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /> <span style="font-size:85%;"> photocredits:<a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3180/2843386782_86dd41b034.jpg?v=0">whimsystudios@flickr</a></span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />Last Sunday we attended the hubby's high school reunion at <a href="http://www.hoteldelrio.net/">Hotel Del Rio</a>. We met some of his batchmates who brought their families as well. During lunch, we sat Koy in between us. Without any supervision, he managed to eat on his own finishing every spoonful of rice and sotanghon with egg on his plate. One of the hubby's lady batchmates asked how old is Koy and when we told her he is 4, she was surprised at how young and independent he is. An observation shared by every one else on our table.<br /><br />When we got home, we shared this info with Koy, congratulating him at how he was able to impress his papa's batchmates.<br /><br />"<span style="font-style: italic;">Te kay may pulis to!</span>" (There was a police officer there!)<br /><br />Amo gali?<br /><br /></div>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-83868018449817724522008-06-16T15:38:00.000-07:002008-06-16T22:00:57.990-07:00Drink 2 Glasses of Milk Daily<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuPJcmANpNlaXOit_o-cuhlcXrl_gsmQ-KjKw8ibWwrJnhtn49_J0YzQYBT7EN1W4KxjItecn7v6H4k_67C0ttTHIxuyo4goMyJNPWBrfFhxYU_nqYGqSQhqByNlshvRZ11M5F/s1600-h/baso.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuPJcmANpNlaXOit_o-cuhlcXrl_gsmQ-KjKw8ibWwrJnhtn49_J0YzQYBT7EN1W4KxjItecn7v6H4k_67C0ttTHIxuyo4goMyJNPWBrfFhxYU_nqYGqSQhqByNlshvRZ11M5F/s200/baso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212710961323335234" border="0" /></a><br />Mama: Koy, finish your milk, na. Your teacher said that you have to drink two glasses of milk a day.<br /><br /><br />Chikoy: Indi na ya glass, Mama, plastic na ya!<br /><br />Oo man gani....roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-17596540443829900012008-05-06T23:00:00.000-07:002008-05-06T23:01:38.125-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.toonhound.com/spider-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.toonhound.com/spider-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span lang="EN-PH">A spider was spinning webs on the ceiling over our bed. I heard Koy shout out in panic at the sight of it.</span> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p></o:p>Koy: “Mama, may spider! Patya!”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p></o:p>Mama: “Indi lang! Ang spider ginaka-on ya na ang mga mosquitoes and mga insects, para indi kita pag i-bite! Friend ta na ang spider! Si Charlotte na siya! (with reference to <st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on">Charlotte</st1:place></st1:city>’s Web)”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="ES">Koy: “Indi na siya si Charlotte ya, dako to ya si Charlotte ya!”<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="ES"><o:p></o:p>Mama: (Napahiya si Mama) “Si Charlotte Junior na siya! Te Charlotte man gyapon iya ngalan” (Palusot pa!)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="" lang="ES"><o:p></o:p>Mama: Te, higda na, kay ma sleep na ta. </span><span style="">Pray anay before you sleep. Pray ka para bantayan ka sang angel mo kag sang spider mag sleep ka. Make the sign of the cross na.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style=""><o:p></o:p>Koy: In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style=""><o:p> </o:p>Spider of God, my guardian dear, to whom God’s love commits me here…</span></p><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">photo credit: </span><span style="font-size:78%;"><a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S0203nQyFIhy4BmtGjzbkF/SIG=11nimgbsq/EXP=1210226023/**http%3A//www.toonhound.com/spider.htm" target="_top">http://www.toonhound.com/spider.htm</a></span>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-51027441956981818682008-03-27T14:40:00.000-07:002008-03-27T14:56:42.447-07:00Someday, I Just Know<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.tesco.com/pi/entertainment/DVD/LF/763106_DV_L_F.jpg"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;" ><b></b></span></a><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;" ><b><a href="http://www.tesco.com/entertainment/product.aspx?R=763106" target="_top"></a></b></span><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 163px;" src="http://img.tesco.com/pi/entertainment/DVD/LF/763106_DV_L_F.jpg" alt="" border="0" />While answering the exercises I prepared for him in anticipation for his final exam.<br /><br />Boz: Magdako na ko bala, tagaan ko bala ni Emily Raine (classmate) sang t-shirt na Power Rangers. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(When I grow up, Emily Raine will give me a Power Rangers t-shirt)</span></span><br /><br />Mama: Tuod ka? Amo na siling ya? <span style="font-style: italic;">(Really? That's what she said?)</span><br /><br />Boz: Hambalon ko pa siya. <span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">(I plan to tell her that)</span></span><br /><br />Forward looking!<br /><br /></div><br /><br /><span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.tesco.com/pi/entertainment/DVD/LF/763106_DV_L_F.jpg"><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;" >Photo credit: </span></a><span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;" ><b><a href="http://www.tesco.com/entertainment/product.aspx?R=763106" target="_top">www.tesco.com/entertainment/<wbr>product.aspx?R=763106</a></b></span></span>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-82385801256197822352008-03-23T23:20:00.000-07:002008-03-23T23:38:20.064-07:00Watching Chicken Run<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo41Gg5EIAXD9R1Dv6Y_F6yU0CtYmMuldPVtaihofZf4UL8sSFsFbo4Dm9FxpVDbRZwTWNoS4YulgvL5SSOB35oo7Ay_LP_yvmfzqZIpGqeC60vubmJ19KEtOr_JLJ-D57CX0g/s1600-h/166953.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo41Gg5EIAXD9R1Dv6Y_F6yU0CtYmMuldPVtaihofZf4UL8sSFsFbo4Dm9FxpVDbRZwTWNoS4YulgvL5SSOB35oo7Ay_LP_yvmfzqZIpGqeC60vubmJ19KEtOr_JLJ-D57CX0g/s200/166953.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181192075313625922" border="0" /></a><span lang="EN-PH">While Watching <a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1800361193/info">Chicken Run</a> on <a href="http://www.studio23.tv/">Studio 23</a>...<br /><br />The scene: A hen was grabbed by the neck and brought to a shack. Mrs. Tweedy opened the door to reveal an axe on a slab of wood. She lifted the axe and closed the door. </span></div><div> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-PH">Boz: napatay ang chicken, mama? (Did the chicken die, mama?)</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-PH">Uneasy silence…</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-PH">Mama: nag-ubra sila chicken pie. (They made chicken pie)</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-PH">Boz: nag-ubra sila chicken pie? Kakaon na ko bala sang chicken pie. Namit na sa no? (They made chicken pie? I’ve eaten chicken pie. Taste good, no?)</span></p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-86057885894834758032008-02-28T14:47:00.000-08:002008-02-28T14:55:04.551-08:00Coke Zero<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/02/Coca_Cola_Zero_02.jpg/150px-Coca_Cola_Zero_02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/0/02/Coca_Cola_Zero_02.jpg/150px-Coca_Cola_Zero_02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br />His assignment for the day was to practice writing the number 10.<br /><br />Me: Write number one, first. Vertical line then slanting line. And then zero. Just like Coke Zero!<br /><br />(finished writing the number 10)<br /><br />Chikoy: Coke one ya? (What about Coke 1?)<br /><br />Me: huh?<br /><br />Chikoy: Tapos na ang Coke Zero, Coke One naman dason. (We're done with Coke Zero, Coke one comes next.)<br /><br /> Me: Palagpat!<br /><br /> We both ended up laughing!roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-54390599482310864732008-01-23T01:31:00.000-08:002008-01-23T06:29:31.435-08:00I like My Father's Name<p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-PH">As we drove by the Cathedral, my mother mentioned that January 20 is also the feast day of its patron saint, St. Sebastian. Since it is also the hubby’s birthdate, I kidded around and told him that had his parents been devout Catholics, he would have been named after the saint’s name. All of a sudden, a pillow flew and landed on the dashboard from the car’s backseat. Chikoy threw the pillow in protest of the joke. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p></o:p>With hands crossed over his chest, he forcefully proclaimed, “Indi ko gusto!” </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-PH">“Ang ano baby?”</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-PH">“Indi ko gusto i-la-in ang ngalan ni papa ko… waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” sobs, sobs sobs. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-PH">Aaawwws… I’m sorry baby, it was just a joke. We’re not changing your papa’s name to Sebastian. Mama won’t joke around like that anymore. Until you’re in a better mood! Kidding!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-PH">It took a while before we got him to stop crying. Later, when he was sober, we asked him why he didn't like the joke. He said that he didn't want us to change his papa's name. He likes it to stay the way it is. A very logical explanation explanation really.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-PH">Hay, with the rate things are going, I'd have to censor my jokes too!<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-PH"><o:p> </o:p></span></p>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-87327501182779037692008-01-17T15:55:00.000-08:002008-01-17T18:40:30.948-08:00B is for Bao<div style="text-align: justify;">Over dinner, the nanny told us that her attention was called by Chikoy's teacher for being so chatty (talkative is so stereotype) in class. He's one of those students who couldn't finish his writing exercises because he's heavily engaged in conversation with his seatmate.<br /><br />I asked the hubby if he was like that as a kid. He said no. It must be me then! (Although, I knew that already even before I asked the question LOL!)<br /><br />Addendum:<br /><br />I asked Chikoy what he and Rianne, his seatmate, were busy talking about - the blue car on the book cover. Some pick up line eh?<br /><br />Note: Bao is Ilonggo for Turtle<br /></div>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-22165574712535804322008-01-13T14:27:00.000-08:002008-01-14T16:54:27.357-08:00Tooth Talk<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fotosearch.com/comp/imz/imz002/dentist-chair-%7E-glw0026.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDkKt7q0GfyWZUJUInzBkrSlMOC1HmgsiJD90jCjr_-STORQc1xgj0ESUgZVECdHk4EzAn5JG7Np70-V_gRjGVMQXYRaN4kkoYiczcH7fTu9oW62-G9Ri6dW8IH8ELhwYl_coY/s200/denrist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155091782264409634" border="0" /></a>I'm so happy to report that during our second visit to the dentist, my son made it to the dentist's chair without any fuss! Yipee!<br /><br />The first time was when he was 3.3 y.o. when we had his first oral prophylaxis. We were interrupted a few times by Chikoy's attempt to get out of the dentist's chair. The result, we spent 45 minutes to get to the clinic for not even 5 minutes of dental care.<br /><br />But for our second visit (for oral prophylaxis still), I got a few surprises from my little boy. He dealt with a few decisions before the session started:<br /><blockquote></blockquote><blockquote>Tito Doc or Tita Doc? Tita Doc<br />Sin-o mauna, Ikaw or si Mama? Ako</blockquote>When it was our turn to enter the clinic, I accompanied Chikoy inside but Tita Doc waved me off. Telling me to just wait outside so my little boy would get used to being inside the clinic on his own. The <span style="font-style: italic;">order</span> came as a surprise for me. As a child, even up to my college days, I always had my mother by my side while my dentist was working on my teeth. Well, for the most part because she knew all of them and she spends a great part of our trip to the dentist to exchange stories with them. Even so, she was there, to give me molar support. But me, I don't get to that, not only because I don't have a first-name-basis relationship with my dentist but because I was ordered to stay out. Tough huh?<br /><br />So I eased myself out of the clinic waiting for Chikoy to call out my name and beg me to stay inside. I made my steps as slow as possible (daw slow-mo bala sa movies, pa epek lang) waiting for the words. But I didn't hear it! Not even did my son look to my direction! He sat down and started talking to the dentist about what happened to his gums last December. I couldn't believe it! For a second I wanted my son to need me like he always does. He was all so grown-up! talking to his dentist and doing everything she tells him -open his mouth, gargle, sit back, move up and down... it was amazing.<br /><br />When he was done, I couldn't help but hug him and congratulate him for his acting like a big boy. I beamed with pride as I took my turn into the clinic while Chikoy headed for the lounge to play. The dentist made a recap of what happened between them while I was siting on the lounge. Chikoy was chatty during the session. He told her about his tooth which hurt last Christmas due to excessive indulgence to sweets and about his most recent gum sore. When Tita Doc asked him to open his mouth for brushing, he recounted that he remembered Tita Doc doing the same during his last visit. The sound of the machine(the pressurized water thing which is used to clean the mouth) didn't bother him like it did the first time. He was acting like a grown child.<br /><br />All the while Tita Doc thought that he was already 4 to 5 years old. But when she checked his record, she was surprised to see that he's only 3.8 and already very conversant! She fell in love with him. She also affirmed his good behavior and asked him to take care of his teeth and look forward to his next visit.<br /><br />I'm so so proud of my son! And my choice for a dentist too! If you're in Iloilo and you have kids like me, try bringing them to Dr. Daisy Cambronero. She holds clinic at Plaza Mandurriao. Her clinic phone number is 500-3202. She doesn't charge as much as other dentists but she could really make a trip to the dentist most enjoyable for kids and easy on mom's pocket!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-85794870851733376932008-01-11T04:56:00.000-08:002008-01-11T04:58:45.558-08:00My Little Activist<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvecYI1FNIgcp2eS8H_V4Fi-F8xYgh3kNCWK4BMkK5wT4W_m7VNxsNQpnFqn8e7FVwrZhMJxRIDDUgpKpbQIzZFodIChtNXNN1JFtyGLB92BwBzk2Mi1d7BhLNGbEk6domWY_L/s1600-h/bozdisplaycrop+%2860+x+49%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvecYI1FNIgcp2eS8H_V4Fi-F8xYgh3kNCWK4BMkK5wT4W_m7VNxsNQpnFqn8e7FVwrZhMJxRIDDUgpKpbQIzZFodIChtNXNN1JFtyGLB92BwBzk2Mi1d7BhLNGbEk6domWY_L/s400/bozdisplaycrop+%2860+x+49%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154202620954922498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Maki-baka! Mahal and Baboy!<br /><br />Isang mainit na pagpupugay sa ika-100 na anibersaryo ng Unibersidad ng Pilipinas!roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-2884980500566687022007-12-29T15:37:00.000-08:002007-12-29T19:32:48.777-08:00Christmas Party<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF0rr3O3_GSNuEx15jNrJ0gY-QfdCIv8Cb9ORV52vQ_8XMloU70StUJAhsmGEhw2uVGeEY6WIRqh2xfim4NEzfj-Ui1mGrnDtGGiM6KhpRNZFKuo9Ca0v-QyqSsx4JKFUHmXWA/s1600-h/christmas+solo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjF0rr3O3_GSNuEx15jNrJ0gY-QfdCIv8Cb9ORV52vQ_8XMloU70StUJAhsmGEhw2uVGeEY6WIRqh2xfim4NEzfj-Ui1mGrnDtGGiM6KhpRNZFKuo9Ca0v-QyqSsx4JKFUHmXWA/s320/christmas+solo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149596457508522786" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">It's our first Christmas Party at school and we were all excited about it. Funny I WAS more into it than my son. Early on, I bought him a new shirt and I bought myself a new shirt too! Nothing fancy really, just something new to wear for the occasion. In my family, Christmas is one occasion that calls for new wardrobe and I am carrying that tradition to my growing family.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghqXQLHwWf8-7XDADlOTuv8DJXAE-_vbEmGyOgqSERgl_PUHix_fHH0Q-1cqGHvI0V8k6IvmShyphenhyphenmijaKxbsiZi8EUbDkt8LtyhJo3yDkjAyGTDbUPi-gP_DhxnKwt3j1Q5zkN6/s1600-h/gifts.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghqXQLHwWf8-7XDADlOTuv8DJXAE-_vbEmGyOgqSERgl_PUHix_fHH0Q-1cqGHvI0V8k6IvmShyphenhyphenmijaKxbsiZi8EUbDkt8LtyhJo3yDkjAyGTDbUPi-gP_DhxnKwt3j1Q5zkN6/s320/gifts.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149595650054671090" border="0" /></a>Christmas is also a time for presents so I splurged a little to pack some sweets for Chikoy's classmates and teachers. For the teachers, a box of chocolates each and for his classmates, candy cane, jellies, chocolates and gummies. The gift in red wrapping is from Santa (***giggles***). The children were asked by their teacher what they want to get from Santa for Christmas. The children's wish list was then given to Santa for him to prepare in time for the party. Chikoy wanted this Matchbox foldable construction set. I told him that if Santa would have to buy him that toy, Santa would not have enough money to buy toys for other kids. And so he settled for a Matchbox toy car instead. (Negotiation... always works!)<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRo-YLpoPxH1rzbo_v6qk_TwWAIgeabtpJ9MghcHqHhOyulMr__zXugwGGtCmVfaiDY7CsThNqaAuYHqJ5yR2kf3vItUUH_2KFUMvn6NWr95ZGw-UGjnJtVOFhbc_A3FGEHWBe/s1600-h/christmastree+copy.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRo-YLpoPxH1rzbo_v6qk_TwWAIgeabtpJ9MghcHqHhOyulMr__zXugwGGtCmVfaiDY7CsThNqaAuYHqJ5yR2kf3vItUUH_2KFUMvn6NWr95ZGw-UGjnJtVOFhbc_A3FGEHWBe/s320/christmastree+copy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149545076814760658" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Christmas is also marked by pictures taken beside the Christmas tree. Here are three taken with the three women in Chikoy's life - the mother, the nanny and the, well, girlfriend?<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUExYzyCCT3fstCainzyQnp5-6Hi3S3HEucO9vzOubRcMULFD6T4YGv7TRwzypVr1Lai5dW8AKmppIsxXxKxXe5sZ90nZwoWvncBtCnJP1plPFFAmtIdSVB22wYikvTHNDlX0P/s1600-h/games.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUExYzyCCT3fstCainzyQnp5-6Hi3S3HEucO9vzOubRcMULFD6T4YGv7TRwzypVr1Lai5dW8AKmppIsxXxKxXe5sZ90nZwoWvncBtCnJP1plPFFAmtIdSVB22wYikvTHNDlX0P/s320/games.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149595400946567906" border="0" /></a>Games games games. The nursery kids had different set of games from the older kids. They had the traditional "give me what I want", pin the animal's name on the right picture and "pa-agaw" of candies. Of course we adults helped out so no nursery student went home empty handed.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqGdO8RZV46a9WJJfmgGm7GzEAEaeigioOM3OO5PVpmA6Iwx37ni23P3pnjVdFUSfsvYoCagr6Kh8Dmo7hTTRBU0eL7yiJ58IclR-nOOTw5nUwPMPjVxHbSYAMWbwzMVQuqIX-/s1600-h/santa.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqGdO8RZV46a9WJJfmgGm7GzEAEaeigioOM3OO5PVpmA6Iwx37ni23P3pnjVdFUSfsvYoCagr6Kh8Dmo7hTTRBU0eL7yiJ58IclR-nOOTw5nUwPMPjVxHbSYAMWbwzMVQuqIX-/s320/santa.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149595924932578050" border="0" /></a>The gift from Santa. The school asked three dads to act as proxy Santas. I'm just glad Chikoy bought my story that Santa had other commitments hence he asked these three dads to give out the gifts he has prepared for everyone. When it was Chikoy's turn, he sat happily on Santa's lap and thanked him for the gift. I sat him on one corner and watched him open his gift. Santa got him a green Ferrari!<br /><br />Other kids got big bikes, doll houses, while other gifts came in smaller packages, It didn't really matter if the gifts were big nor small. What matters is the smile on every child's face upon opening Santa's gift for them.<br /><br />Merry Christmas everyone!<br /></div>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-4977197293877740922007-12-14T23:00:00.000-08:002007-12-14T23:15:42.145-08:00AlopeciaChikoy's classmate was diagnosed with alopecia. According to <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alopecia">wikipedia</a>:<br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote><b></b><b></b><blockquote><b>Alopecia</b> is the <i>loss</i> of <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hair" title="Hair">hair</a> on the body. It should be distinguished from <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Baldness" title="Baldness">baldness</a>, which is the <i>lack</i> of hair, including contexts where that absence is intentional.</blockquote><div style="text-align: justify;">Her pedia said that she's losing hair due primarily to stress because of the impact of recent events at home - her dad's not coming home for Christmas, her grandma who's been her psuedo-nanny, migrated to the US and her siblings, given the wide age gap are not giving her the companionship that she needs. The little girl's been eating scantly and has developed violent tendencies at play. Her mom's been trying to double up on the love and affection, showering her with gifts to make her feel special. Must have been very difficult being the center of attention and losing all the people that you love all at the same time.<br /><br />Which makes me rethink my plans of working abroad. Should I stay of should I go?<br /><br /><br /><br /></div>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31744505.post-78308855787187970552007-11-17T15:19:00.000-08:002007-11-18T06:50:06.950-08:00When Forces Collide<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL5ct92Nr9PJlPvoPaNew4pYxiT8X8HRTDFE8gmd-tu82Vw0veG47petsZ4yUQR81AhsEAyjtvmUS4q1UvlLeQI8BqBYWR7tfsX_qWKgHOCU0fm8C6xCSuSHbrj4kYXwnyeTSx/s1600-h/forces.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL5ct92Nr9PJlPvoPaNew4pYxiT8X8HRTDFE8gmd-tu82Vw0veG47petsZ4yUQR81AhsEAyjtvmUS4q1UvlLeQI8BqBYWR7tfsX_qWKgHOCU0fm8C6xCSuSHbrj4kYXwnyeTSx/s320/forces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133953450856901986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">We went to visit Chikoy's doc yesterday for our long overdue immunization schedule. (Thank the government for yearend bonus! ) Based on our experience, it usually takes at least two hours of waiting time before getting served. And so the plan was we eat early lunch then head for the clinic.<br /><br />Apparently, I wasn't the only one with a plan, flocks of mommies with children in tow came almost the same time as we did. There were already 28 early birds waiting to be served before us and the doc just got in!<br /><br /><br />A "Notable" Interruption<br />A drug company had this <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">irritatingly</span> creative way of promoting their products to the people in the waiting room: <span style="font-style: italic;">get a free balloon for every purchase of bundled vitamins!</span> The balloons were in bright orange screaming "take me home! take me home!" A very, very good marketing strategy, I should say, resulting to kids in the room jumping up and about, whining and throwing tantrums pushing their guardians to buy whatever the reps were selling in order to get a balloon! <span style="font-style: italic;">Tskato na bala?<br /></span><br />Lucky for them I wasn't around during their sales pitch, else I would have lashed out on them! Indirectly of course, with a little bit of sarcasm. Because I wasn't around, our nanny got a boink on the head after Chikoy hit him with his toy car as she made an alibi for not buying. A desperate act which ended in remorse, tears and sleep. Hehehe, and the nanny had to deal with it all by herself! (I'm so evil!)<br /><br /><br />Hate Talk<br />To break the ice, our seatmate engaged us in some hate-talk about how long they've been waiting to be served. They, Manang in green and boy in red, arrived before us and they were just as anxious to get things over and done with. Manang was already insinuating that the secretary was perhaps doing favors for some patients and making "singit" their names on the list, hence the long wait. I wasn't bothered by her remarks but just so to appease her, I went to the secretary, checked on her list, made sure that the checks were in chronological order and verbally noted that 8 patients more and it will be our turn with the doc. I then went back to my seat, told Manang about it and saw her relax a bit. Then the exchange of getting-to-know-you stuff. I wasn't really in the mood for a chat so I conveniently shoved the nanny to do the talking in our behalf. (Bwahahahaha, the devil in me!)<br /><br /><br />Toddler Talk<br />The kids started bonding too! Little boy in red, Paul, was guiding his Power Rangers toy in flight when he bumped into Chikoy with his Hummer and police car. "Transformers, Robots in disguise." Then Paul went, "Power Rangers, wachaaa!" Then they became instant friends.<br /><br />From the little bonding time that the kids had, we learned a few things about Paul, he liked the color red, he's four years old, also in nursery and he like Power Rangers toys. He even told Chikoy, "Gusto mo dal-on ko di bwas ang akon na Mystic Force pakita ko sa imo?" <span style="font-style: italic;">As if makitanay pa sila pagkabwas!</span><br /><br />Paul later grew weary of his Power Ranger toy, gave it to Manang and played with Chikoy's matchbox cars. They were so immersed in their play that for a fleeting moment I had my thoughts to myself and not to my son.<br /><br />While Manang and the nanny was busy sharing stories I stated to eavesdrop at what the two little boys were talking about. Nothing really short of little boys and their toys until their conversation fell on the topic about their fathers. Chikoy shared with Paul that his papa bought him his toys and that he would be angry if he'd lose or break them. Then Paul blurted out a truth that I didn't expect to hear from a four year old boy, "akon ya papa patay na, gintiro siya. Ginlubong namon siya sa Banate." (my Papa is already dead, he was shot. We buried him in Banate) And he said that in a very matter-of-fact tone. <span style="font-style: italic;">Kibot man ko ba! </span>The kid was talking about death as if it was just any other daily event, something adults can't normally do, not with all the emotional baggage that go with it. While I was busy processing my thoughts, Paul's name was called and they headed for the clinic. "Sin-o nagtiro sa papa ya?" (Who shot his papa?) Chikoy asked. "La ko kabalo, baby, " (I don't know, baby) I replied but my thoughts were already far away...<br /><br /><br />Anime Encounter<br />"Pikachu, ya, ya ya!" I was brought back to reality by the sight of this 10year-old boy doing some kungfu stunts in the middle of the room. He was then joined by another boy who shouted, "Power Rangers, Mystic Force, cha, ya, cha!" with matching hand movements. Then, behind him a smaller boy creeped in and shouted in a hoarse voice, "Zaido blue, raaaaaar!" poised with the claws ready to strike. Chikoy joined in, with his much rehearsed lines, "Optimus Prime, a-eee-ooo---aaaa!" Hence, the animefest began. Each kid saying the name of a character and executing some complicated kungfu step one after the other. Then came some sparring (but never hitting the other) then some chasing, running around, and shouting of more and more names from their favorite shows. I was laughing because the boy of 10 looked like the chubby guy in Kungfu Hustle and the little Zaido blue boy was like this little monster growling, following him around. Chikoy stopped chasing them after a few runs. A few more minutes and our name was called, we collected our things and headed for the clinic. The whole anime encounter came as a jolt of energy for the adults in the room. <span style="font-style: italic;">Mayo man kung bata ka, hapos maglingaw sang kaugalingon mo, maski mabinu-ang ka wala may masaway sa imo basta wala ka lang may masakit sa gina ubra mo, pero kung tigulang ka na kag mag amo-amo ka sadto, wala na, either nasup-ay ka na sang gutom or loose thread ka na gid ya daan. </span><br /><br /><br />Hay Salamat (?)<br />After a few minutes with the doc, our ordeal was finally over, Chikoy got his anti-typhoid shot, a jellyace snacker, sample meds for fever and a star on his shoulder as a diversionary tactic to get his attention away from the needle. All that for the good price of P1,400.00. Next month, HIB Booster naman. <span style="font-style: italic;">Hay.... tiligan-an na naman sang Gloria bonus. Sige lang a, kung sa salakyan pa, preventive maintenance! Better safe than sorry! </span><br /></div>roxiegirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17419049171210466923noreply@blogger.com2