I’M IN LOVE! (part two)

Monday, February 25, 2008

  

 Three-day old Baby Danielle.  Taken last February 20, 2008 at The Asian Hospital.

 

Everybody at The House of Loonies is going gaga over The Newborn Princess.  And Danielle has quite an audience what with her lolas, Tita Koryn, and Kuya Mars gawking at her every tiny movement.

Just last night, I spent 45 minutes carrying the little bundle.  It was quite a workout!  Ang lola mo, nuknukan ng arte.  ‘Pag karga mo siya, dapat nakatayo ka.  Otherwise, she’d bawl!  It was an experience, though.  I was actually able to put her to sleep.  But when poopoo time came, I gladly handed her back to her parents :p

The Princes and The Brat.  (L) The Newborn Princess at The Huggery.  (R) KUYA Mars:  "Aalagaan ko si Danielle, promise!!!"

 Home, finally!  Baby Danielle lounging in her crib at The House of Loonies.

  I, The Babysitter.  In all fairness to me, I didn’t drop the baby :p

 

I’M IN LOVE!

Sunday, February 24, 2008

 With The Sister’s newborn princess!

 

After more than 24 hours of labor, Baby Danielle Marguerite Vidad finally arrived last February 18, 2008.

The Sister and The Brother-In-Law banned me from posting photos before they do hence the late entry.

Nevertheless, welcome Baby Danielle! 

More photos soon!

dear tk, dear peter

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

 

 Nostalgia.  Taken Last January 13, 2008 at Balai Isabelle, Talisay, Batangas.

 

I feel I owe the two of you some answers.

TK, because you feel like reading my site is like invading my privacy when in fact what you see here is only a fourth of the real me.

PETER, precisely because I’ve chosen to disclose my private thoughts elsewhere.

You see when I started blogging in 2004 (a time when online journals were still foreign to many), I felt it harmless to divulge my thoughts and feelings online and for the whole world to see.  Privacy wasn’t really much of an issue for me.  Blogging used to be more carefree.  Because back then, I didn’t feel like I was being judged.

Fast forward to two years later, my old site became unintentionally "popular" and suddenly, my readers went beyond my circle of friends.  From there, everything in my life went downhill.

And, like I said before, when you’re scraping the bottom of the barell, the ugly person inside reveals itself.  And that person is not something everybody has the patience to understand.  So for a while, this site became my release, my shock-absorber.  Everything was so fucked up so it was only natural that Tequilla Sunrise was teeming with sadness and cynicism.  I didn’t expect people to understand it, but I didn’t expect people to criticize it either.  Because, hey, as public as this site is, it’s still mine.  I never forced anyone to deal with the then-sadness and frustration that I poured out here.  But the judgment still came.

Since then, I vowed that I’d never be vulnerable again and retreated to another, more private (as private as online journals can get) cyberhome.  And I guess with that, I began trusting people less and less, confining my thoughts to myself and revealing them only to a few whom I feel comfortable exposing myself to.

And especially now that I’ve learned how to be emotionally independent, I realized I’m not letting anyone get too close.  I guess I don’t wanna be attached to anything or anyone only to be left behind again.

I used to always share pieces of myself easily.  Not anymore. 

It could be a bit lonely sometimes but I’d rather be sad every now and then than be vulnerable again to pain.  I could hear a lecture coming but believe me, it won’t be necessary.  I know what I’m doing. I value my peace of mind too much right now.

I know one day I’ll meet someone whom I’ll trust enough to share my soul with again.  A lover, a soulmate, or a friend.  Someone who’ll hold my hand even if he or she doesn’t need to.  Someone who’ll offer a shoulder to cry one even if I don’t ask.  But for now, while I’m yet to meet that person, nobody’s coming in too close. 

Not just yet.

george & sam

Sunday, February 10, 2008

They’re both wearing pink.

They both have guy names.

And they both sing a mean "Happy Birthday!"

Picture taken during Kate’s birthday last February 9, 2008.

P.M. f**!ng S. (redux)

My scolio’s acting up. 

My case is actually very minor and hardly intrusive but the dreaded pre-menstrual syndrome tends to amplify its presence in my lower back. 

When I woke up this morning and tried to pick up my pillow which had fallen on the floor, I winced in pain like an old woman with rheumatism.  I cursed.  And cursed.  AND cursed.  Until I was finally able to bend my body in a way that inflicted the least pain on my pelvic bone.

During those fifteen minutes of struggle, my mind was already composing my would-be rant about the hazzards of PMS-ing when I remembered an entry I wrote in my old blog a few years back which perfectly describes it.  And I’m reposting it here to serve as a reminder why men should be more than extra nice to us during this time of the month!

"P.M. f**!ng S." 

it’s that time of the month that occurs before that time of the month when a woman gets all bloated and temperemental, destroying everything within a ten-mile radius. she looks in the mirror and sees how large her belly AND hips have expanded over the last three days. what’s supposed to be a one-hour sprucing up becomes a three-hour preparation as she changes from one outfit to another, trying to figure out which blouse conceals her flabs the best and which bottom has the power to slim down her paddle-like thighs.

and then there are also the blemishes that appear out of nowhere and, ooh, those little–shall we call them pimplettes?–pimples that seem to have sprung overnight. this combined with the sudden opening of her emotional floodgates make up for one helluva exasperating week.

imagine having to go through that every single fu**!ng month.

Get it?!

rain, rain, go away…

Thursday, February 7, 2008

 …come again another day.  Little Marsy wants to play!

  

Isn’t The Brat adorable?

anong meron ang taong happy?

Monday, February 4, 2008

  

Photo taken during a relaxing weekend at Taal View Heights.

While googling the other night, I came across this site which did a survey asking people how they define "happiness."  There were about fifty answers but my favorite were the quirky ones:

 

"I define happiness as … not having your name show up in the obit column."
Ed Scull, Georgia, USA

"I define happiness as … that reassuring sound of the other guy’s fax machine kicking in.  ‘It’s going through…it’s really going through!’"
Patricia Gomes, Massachusetts, USA

"I define happiness as … walking through the dewy summer grass barefoot, the smile on a person’s face upon seeing you, the warm sun shining on your face, the feeling of being completely loved faults and all."
Noel Collins, Connecticut, USA

"I define happiness as … the fresh scent of a soft Spring rain, the kiss of morning sunshine, and the embrace of a crisp Autumn breeze."
Yolanda Anderson, Alabama, USA

"I define happiness as … The smile on my son’s face when he wakes up and the sun is shining after 4 days of rain, and he says ‘mom, I can do my running today!’"
Helene Nicol, South Africa

"I define happiness as being able to sit in the hammock on a spring evening and know I am valuable–even after having two story submissions rejected by editors, one book proposal rejected and hearing my cousin just got a book deal with a major publisher."   Alice J. Wisler, North Carolina, USA

"I define happiness as … comfortable shoes."
Sarah White, Arkansas, USA

If I were part of the survey, I’d define happiness as…

.…dancing to reggae music.

…getting a new stamp on my passport.

…the smell of sunblock.

…a good full-body massage.

…a new pair of original Havaianas which costs only P200.

…the beach!

…seeing The Brat dance "Kagat-Labi."

…taking a good photo.

…the anticipation of having a new member in the family.

…Tagaytay weekends with the gang.

…videoke!  (This should include hogging the mic eighty percent of the time!)

…taho in the morning.

…buying bagfuls of cheap good finds in 168.

…a plateful of sushi.

…finishing a good book.

…getting "kilig-bumps" over no-brainer romantic flicks.

…finishing a script with minimal revisions.

…good conversations.

…Mrs. Fields cookie nibblers.

…a good burp after devouring sinful slices of a four-cheese pizza.

…Bora’s famous chori burger.

…brewed coffee.

…snuggling under thick comforters on a rainy day.

…listening to The Beatles’s "Here Comes The Sun."

…dinnertime with The Family.

…Fruit Loops.

…watching "Ever After" over and over and over again.

…feeling that you just made someone’s day.

…cracking up over a really good joke.

…FRIENDS, Grey’s Anatomy, Sex And The City, Heroes, The Amazing Race, High School Musical.

…shoes that fit perfectly.

…a good hair day.

…a big hug.