Thursday, June 30, 2011

I Sat Beside a Convicted Felon.

T'was a workday, and I was eager to get off work early, when I received a text message from my friend RP. "Come. Get-together dinner with RM." RM works as a nurse in Canada and was in town for a visit.

I dilly-dallied and decided it was time to haul ass. I wanted to get home to the kids, but I needed time off. I finally had a maid and some me-time for myself. 

"Okay. Okay. Will be there in 15."

So I rushed and got to Rockwell in 10 minutes. No traffic. Lucky me. Yes, I'm a kaskasera, I take after my mom. Teehee. Got to A's diner and noticed everyone had their fill of dinner already. F turns to me and says, "Come, Kaye, dinner's on me. Order what you want." I had a hoagie.

Hubert comes along, hand in hand with his special someone, C. I turned to look. "He's looking good nowadays. Jail did him some, but he's looking good", I thought to myself. 

The mall was about to close and we had to move. We decided on a bar outside, where the shops stay open past curfews and what-nots. I dragged my feet, not because I didn't want to be there, but because my mind was elsewhere (R was in town and I didn't want him thinking I abandoned the kids to have a good time around town). I took out my iTouch and started playing Pretty Pet Salon. Next thing I know, Hubert is beside me. He passes me a glass. "Here, Kaye, drink." I stare at it, give the glass of red a whiff and I pushed it back. "Too bitter." 

He laughs. I see the lines around his eyes. 

So we sat around for some time, and the clock ticks away. I stare at them, and for the lack of topic and something worthwhile to do, I asked Hubert if I could ask him some questions. "Fire away!", he says.

"How'd you guys meet?" was the first Q that came to mind. And yes, I did say I was bringing out Tito Boy's Mahiwagang Salamin. LOL. We got to the serious questions. I was a bit hesitant to ask him, but I did ask about jail and how it was. What made it more difficult, what made it a tad easy. I feel for the guy, he's been through a lot.

Then we started talking about church and how he'd love to go to Victory someday. We talked about memories of Bilibid and what he did to while away time. He learned to play an instrument, watched movies, read the Bible, all sorts. We talked about God - a topic I noticed he loved talking about nowadays. We talked about how God takes care of everything when you've been wronged. Someone in the group asked about vengeance. And Hubert takes one long breath.


"What do you mean no?" That someone asked in reply to his adamant NO.

"I'm leaving it up to God. I do not wish the same for anyone. God wanted me there for a purpose. What it is, I do not know. But I leave it all to Him"

I stare at him with my mouth open. Wisdom from spending time in jail. Wisdom from spending time with God.

I told him about a pastor's daughter, who got raped by a bunch of cops back in the 90s. They never pursued the cops. The pastor-father gave it all to God. Hubert asked, "What happened to the cops?"

They're all dead. Sickness or something. Basta dead.

Hubert sighs, "Exactly. He'll take care of me."

I look at him with renewed admiration. This man couldn't have committed the crime. I've heard my friends swear Hubert was in the US during the massacre. Followed the case from day 1. Read through court proceedings, witness accounts, etc. That evening, it all came back to me. That urge to tell the world this man is a good man.

I sat beside a convicted felon, but knew right then and there, Hubert Webb never committed that crime.

Hubert Webb is innocent.

People lie; the evidence speaks for itself. Know the facts! Add Free Hubert Webb on Facebook. Or join the group Justice for Hubert Webb. Follow them on Twitter here.

Saturday, June 25, 2011

Welcome to this Crazy World, Baby M!

My BFF cum partner-in-crime et confidante, J and her hubby RJ had the surprise of their lives yesterday! At 1am, their baby M decided it was finally time to come into the world by poking through his mom's waterbag. Roughly 8 hours later, and about 2 hours of pushing to no avail, baby M was born via C-sec!

Biggest baby in today's batch of new arrivals.

Weighing 8.3lbs, baby M is a big newborn! Adorable, nonetheless. Makes me want to have another one... sike!

I love the smell of babies. This one is no exception. I stayed with J and RJ the whole afternoon, and then some of the evening (I was sitting out the rain).

Adorable little bundle of joy. Congratulations, J and RJ!

Welcome to the world, Baby M! You are loved!

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Father's Day

When I was 16 and studying in the US, I was made to list down 3 people who I am most inspired by. And the first person that came to mind was my dad. 

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I was always Daddy's Little Girl... well, until the grandkids came along, but yea, my dad and I share a special bond only fathers and daughters have. The most vivid first memory I have of my dad is of him sitting beside me on the stairs at our old house, telling me how I should never try on my mom's bakya, since I always tumble and fall while wearing them (my mom had the nicest pair, it called out to me each time I passed the shoe rack, LOL). And I did fall a couple of times, and that was what led to that particular conversation on the stairs. I remember him telling me how I was precious and that he wouldn't be around all the time to protect me, but that I should listen to his reminders and learn how to protect myself.

I was told that when my mom was pregnant with me, my dad had wanted a baby boy. Baby boys were stars in Chinese families, and a first-born son meant the world to my paternal grandparents. My dad bought sets of Matchbox cars for his first-born even before I came into the world. Alas, God had other plans and I was his eldest child. That didn't change things. I was his little girl, and I had a mean collection of die-cast cars. LOL.

When I was 5, my dad took me on my first trip out of the country (to the homeland, of course). Just my dad and me. I will never forget that trip. He made me promise to remember where we were going at all times, what roads to take, which way to go, etc. And I guess that is why my navigation skills are top-notch. Haha! Seriously, he taught me how to study maps, figure out routes, find short cuts, etc. By the time I was 8, I was already planning and navigating US cross-country road trips! I loved it because I always got to sit shot-gun!

Now that I am older, I've realized that I've always wanted someone like my dad. My dad stood by me through every trial I've had to go through. He'd pray for me, and would always give me a ready-hug each time I felt down. His heart always had Christ's name written on it.

I now work with my dad, not as obligation, but by choice. We run the family corporation's ministry arm - a legacy left behind by my grandparents. Hard as it may seem to work with family, and I know this first-hand as I see how difficult it is for my dad to draw the line between us being his kids and being his employees, seeing my dad everyday has its rewards. We went through tough times together, and there are times when I feel he doesn't understand what I am going through, but I see in his eyes that he only wants what's best for his daughter - for his little girl.

Once, when R and I were having problems, and I was pregnant with RL, my dad saw me sitting in church, close to tears. He sat beside me, and literally just sat there. No questions, no hugs, no nothing. A week later, I found out from our Pastor that my dad had asked for prayers for me. He felt the weight of my troubles, and by sitting beside me, tried to carry all that with me.

I know that there are times when we've wronged each other, and there are times when I am sure he feels like I've outgrown him, but Dad, I will always be your little girl. And I love you with all my heart.

Happy Father's Day!

*This was meant to be a Father's Day post but I ran out of SmartBro credits right when I was writing this over the long weekend. Then I forgot all about it. Hehe. So here it is. ;)

Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Christmas in June!

Remember when my friend A sent us a package from Japan? Well this time, we received a package from my friend T! Her son is in town for the month, and she sent us this, all the way from the US, through him! Way too cool!

Special Agent Oso toys for RL, Minnie Watch, Blouses and TY Beanie for A, and a special gift for moi.

She even managed to send me a special birthday gift. Super thanks, T!

I have been scrambling around the city to get her and her kids some stuff as payback! I have filled a small box of Filipino goodies and sauces, a Filipino cookbook (her request), some cute anik-aniks for her girls, a pocket English-Filipino/ Filipino-English dictionary for her son, etc. I can't wait for her to get my package. Will post pictures when they finally get my stash as I don't want to spoil the surprise. 

Thanks, T! Next year, come home na!  

Friday, June 17, 2011

Back to School!

It's that time of the year again! A is back to school, this time at her new big school! I can't tell you exactly how excited she was to be taking the school bus for the first time in her life. I know I wasn't excited to wake up at 430am (the bus swings by our place at 530am). Gaaaah! Yes, so early! Was it this early when we were kids? I don't know, really, I never took the bus service to school. But nowadays, with traffic et al, and given my situation, I have no choice but to let A take the bus (to her obvious delight).

Back to school means back to making imBento lunch! Yes, I wasn't too eager to get up so early, but surprisingly found myself creating something for my girl. My nanny found it quite amusing that I was rearranging my daughter's baon. Hey, I can't help it if I felt like making imBento so early in the morning.

This was what I made for A today. 

Homemade Pork Siomai with Rice; Oreo for dessert!

We made homemade Pork Siomai last night. And since A and I could both eat Siomai everyday, that's what she requested for lunch. A lot of my friends have been bugging me for the recipe. I don't really have a recipe-recipe, since I throw everything together and mix in the soysauce, etc. But my husband, kids, brother, helpers (you get the idea) all swear it is good. So here's the recipe for you, NappyKaye-style. Feel free to add stuff to your liking. It's a simple recipe I learned from a friend's cook. You can add a dash of sesame oil to the mixture if you want it smelling more asian. 

Enjoy! Can I just say it again, I CAN EAT SIOMAI EVERYDAY. Nomnomnomnom! 

Thursday, June 16, 2011

Green Blooded for the Green Blooded

Looks like my KY is going down the same path my little brother took... Look who's selling shirts at De La Salle this week in time for the university's celebration of its centennial year!

Green Blooded commemorates 100 years of Animo Pride with their version of the De La Salle Centennial shirt.

Kevin Conner and Trishee Patalud for GreenBlooded. Photo by: Kate Ngo

Conceptualized by two wacky, yet adorable girls who wish to venture into business whilst young, Green Blooded has sold more shirts than expected in the first day of DLSU's Centennial Bazaar.

100 Years of Excellence, Green, P300.00.

100 Years of Excellence Tee, White, P300.00.

100 Years of Animo Pride, Green, P300.00.
100 Years of Animo Pride, Black, P300.00.

Martina Spakowski and Job Zamora for GreenBlooded. Photo by: Monica Muyot

See you there!

Green Blooded will be at the DLSU Centennial Bazaar until Friday, June 17, 2011. Their booth will be at the SJ Walk near Zaide (DLSU-Manila campus). Do buy one and show off your Animo Pride, and say hi to my KY for me. Hehe.

Be updated! Add Green Blooded on Facebook here.


I know that I've mentioned in the past that A collects Littlest Pet Shop toys. It's her "fave toy everrrrrr!" or so she claims (actually, she loves all sorts but this is the one toy she actually collects).

Last month, my mom threw A a post-birthday SPA-rty at Rockwell's Dashing Diva (separate post next time) and well, A wanted me to get her a plain cake from the nearby bakery so she can decorate it with her Littlest Pet Shop toys. Alas, it never happened because 1) we were pressed for time, 2) A decided she wanted to do a party game instead of blowing out a birthday candle and 3) RL squished the cake (LOL!).

So when my birthday came the following Monday, A insisted we get a cake for the office peeps and that she'll make sure to decorate it this time. She made sure she washed her chosen toys well, and voila! I had my very own Littlest Pet Shop cake. So cuuuuutttttteeee!

Rattlesnake, Ostrich and Bunny - enjoying cake and tea.

Cookie Letters from Shoppersville Bakery.

Friends transcend gender, age and specie. LOL!

One of A's favorites! Pony she calls Muffin.

Look who's trying to escape!

Happy Birthday to ME!

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Guest Blogger: T

I have been so busy at the office that I haven't had time to blog. That, plus broadband at home is on and off. So today, we're doing it a tad different. I have a Guest Blogger! My friend T wrote this on her blog today and I asked if I could repost for all of you. If you regularly check my reading pane on the left (Daily Read), you will find her blog there. T and I were schoolmates back when life was easier. We've both had to deal with trials in our lives - we each have a heavy cross to carry, and yet, we find encouragement in each other.

T has had to deal with more than her fair share of hardship in the past 10 years, and more in the past month alone. She wrote this piece to get a load off her chest. I love how she writes, and I hope you find this piece beautiful. I was in tears.

Operation: Rescue

I think I lost all my writing skills this past week. In fact, I have lost a lot of things in my life that it probably would never be the same again. I don't understand it. I cannot wrap my head around the betrayal I've had to face these past few days. I feel disgusted, upset, furious, hurt, relieved, confused... just about every emotion a wife, a friend, a daughter, a sister would never want to feel. I opened doors wide open to something that Ive worked so hard on. The very thing I valued the most.

I opened my marriage unknowingly to Satan. I handed it on a silver platter to him.

Now, here I am. Broken. In pieces. In shock. The truth hit me like a sledge hammer in my heart, a knife through my back. I literally felt the physical pain when God handed me the bitter truth in the worst possible way. I remember feeling lightheaded and kapow! Game over. It probably would be a tad bit easier... just a tad bit easier if I had a slight insight. Or if the other party was someone I didn't know. But to be absolutely CLUELESS and all of a sudden shoved with the truth to your face... well, I felt like an absolute jerk. It took all my self control not to self destruct or worst, destroy him.

The biggest question that I wanted to know was WHY? Why did they do this to me? Why did this all happen right under my nose without me knowing? I was with her every weekend. I talked and chatted with her everyday. I just saw her 3 weeks ago. The last thing she did was hold me and whispered in my ear "I love you T. Sobra, you don't even know how much. Love na love kita."

Good God. It makes my stomach churn.

I gave him an out. I said the door is open. Walk out. Go ahead. If she is your true love, I don't want you to come back to me someday and tell me that I kept you from leaving. Not my style. Unlike her, I didn't threaten to kill myself if he left. I will not pretend that it'd be ok that he would walk out, but it would not kill me. I gave him 3 days to decide. He said he didn't need three days. That he knew he loved me, his family...that she was a cry for help.

But what do I know? Everything I knew, treasured and cared for almost the past year was a lie. It makes me shiver how I let that person in my house. Cared for her like a sister. Defended her when everybody told me that she was lurking like a lion ready to pounce. I said she would never be able to do something like that to me! She's a good friend. I cannot even wrap my head around something like that... incomprehensible to the point of impossible. No one can be that thick. Nobody can be that big of a snake. I would never do something like that, therefore nobody could hurt me that way as well.

I wasn't prepared at all. Just thinking about it right now makes my blood boil.

Now, where do we go from here? Now here I am picking up the bits and pieces they broke. Who is hurting the most now? Now I have to give out blind trust... its not fair. Trust is earned. Now that's all gone. Now if i want to move on, I have to take a leap of faith. It reminds me of that scene in Indiana Jones where he was at the edge of the cliff and he kept mumbling "leap of faith. leap of faith." Then he threw himself over and sure enough Jehovah provided the road.

The key word in that scene was Jehovah. For him to take that leap of faith, he had to spell out God's name. Call it out and take that leap of faith.

The past week and a half has been an absolute turmoil. But it finally broke me. I had to search my heart and look at the deepest part of me. I had to make myself accountable. Between me and my God. I had to take myself back 18 years ago. I had to take myself back the past year. Now I see things clearly. So clearly that I could kick myself if I could.

I had to call out to God. All of a sudden my philosophy with her was ridiculous. "Do what makes you happy. Do it. Life is short. Whatever makes us happy. Who cares what others say?"

What a silly outlook. What a selfish, conceited, overconfident outlook that I had. It was just like saying "Who cares what God says? if it feels good, it must be ok. It makes me happy. So there."

Boy, I could see God just grabbing me by the neck on that high horse and pushing me to the ground.

And God said ENOUGH.
Enough of your pride.
Enough of your confidence in yourself.
Enough of doing what makes you happy, out of God's will.
Enough of the blatant disregard for the rules of life.
Your enemy will never play fair. Never.

God gave me all the warning I needed. Through lessons on friendship on how I needed to step back . Through people. Everybody warned me. That's no exaggeration. Everybody who was close to me warned me. But because my perception was so distorted, reality escaped me like a bird flying in the dark. God loved me so much that He warned me "There's a storm coming. A big one."


In the end, the last straw is always to go back. Back to basics. Back to the Lord. The words "Apart from me you are nothing" plays over and over in my head. Apart from God, we are unworthy. Apart from Him, we will self destruct. Apart from Him, everything is in shambles. Meaningless.

But praise God. In all things give praise.
It was a bitter pill to swallow. But I had to.
It was a lesson in unconditional love. Absolute forgiveness.

All of a sudden my marriage meant the world to me. For the past years I have threatened to give up. Walk away. Start anew. Now I have every reason to go. Every reason to walk away. Every right to wrap it all up... it made me realize how much my husband meant to me. How I want to believe that He who began a good work in me and him will be faithful to complete it. That we are both accountable. Forget her. Easier said than done, but forget her. The forbidden fruit tastes good. The thrill of it. But you bite into that you are immediately cast out of your Eden. Out of God's will.

God forgive me. I trusted people instead of You. I looked the other way even though You tried to break it to me gently. I waited for failure.

But my God is a God of mercy. It's been years since we've both prayed together. Now we are down on our knees, begging. Begging for God to take us back in his Will. Begging him to take a hold of the mess we created. Offering ourselves in sacrifice, holy and acceptable to be called children of God once again.

In the end, God saved my soul. My life. AGAIN . Again and again and again.

Last night my husband reminded me of a song he dedicated to me when he was still trying to date me. Now the words of "So Amazing" by Luther Vandross meant the world to me. All of a sudden it wasn't as cheesy as I told him then. I forgot about that. We are both reminded. We have come so far. Since 1993.

It's not easy. One minute I'm ok, the next I feel someone's bashing me in the head. All these rollercoaster of emotions.

She is not important. She's an absolute nobody in the bigger picture. She was not my friend to begin with. Now that I am looking back, she had her eyes dead set on ruining us. Day one. I had an instinct on day one but I got distracted. Distracted by other situations. Distracted by flattery. Distracted by my warped way of looking at life.

Sometimes I wonder why I let myself go so far away again from looking to God when I of all people should know first hand that God will not be mocked. He will not stand idly by and let his children destroy themselves.

This circumstance revealed both our characters. How weak we are. Pathetic. Apart from God's will we are headed for failure. 100% guaranteed destruction.

When all this was revealed, I felt like I was sleeping with the enemy all this time. Now, I don't know him.

But everyday, things get better. Even the slightest inch helps.

Someday I will heal.

Right now I am rediscovering him in an entirely new way. My role is suddenly redefined. I had to stake my claim. Fight for what is rightfully mine. Aggressively. Satan is not sitting by like a dove. He is aggressively trying to kill, steal and destroy me. I have to put on my armour. My dusty, old armour and fight for what God has given me . What he set apart for me. I will go to battle , eyes wide open. I will not be moved. I claim victory in my life. I claim happiness. I claim my husband.

God rescued me. He rescued him. He rescued my family. He said He will not leave me nor forsake me and He made good on that promise. He had no plans for us to end this way. He didn't give us miracle after miracle just so we can just waste it. But we had to make that choice. That holy vow we did 15 years ago. It is holy. What God has put together let no man put asunder. It was sealed with a kiss. A holy kiss. Not the kiss of death . The gift of new life. From that holy vow came 3 children we both would take a bullet for. That holy vow was made in love. In faith.

God, take me back in to the Holy of Holies. I am absolutely horrified with myself at how blatantly I mocked you through my life that you have so preciously preserved.

I am standing at the edge of the cliff.
Leap of faith.
Leap of faith.

And my Jehovah provided a road to stand on. A way out. Leap of faith.

“Fear not, for I am with you; Be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, Yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand. Behold, all those who were incensed against you shall be ashamed and disgraced; They shall be as nothing, And those who strive with you shall perish. You shall seek them and not find them–Those who contended with you. Those who war against you Shall be as nothing, As a nonexistent thing. For I, the LORD your God, will hold your right hand, Saying to you, “Fear not, I will help you.” Isaiah 41:10-13

Taken from Work In Progress - my good friend T's blog here. Please include her and her family in your prayers.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Hillsong Conference with Steve McPherson

If you have a heart and passion for spreading Jesus' gift of love and salvation through music, then don't miss Hillsong Publishing's Music Conference Manila on July 16, 2011!

Hillsong Publishing's head manager, Steve McPherson is coming to Manila! Learn the ropes on music writing, worship leading and copyright laws! A must for all worship leaders!

Ticket prices at P1000 for a whole-day Hillsong conference! Now, that's a once-in-a-blue-moon deal! Workbooks included. Save P200 with the early-bird ticket when you purchase before June 30, 2011. For details, call Becca Music, Inc. at 9105524 or 9105352. Or visit the event page on Facebook here.

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Of Girl Friends and Marriage... TAKE TWO

Note: I've been wanting to write this piece for the longest time. But I had too many thoughts and too little time to fill a blog entry. So it had to wait. Today, I decided that the post would be worth sitting in the heat for (my living room feels like a sauna!). Besides, I really wanted to stay home today and send entries to A's Disney thing (she won again!).

So here I am, in shock over the turn of events. I received a letter today from an old friend. She just found out that her husband is having an affair with a best friend. BEST FRIEND! I am enraged. Mainly because my friend has been going through so much already. Her father had just been diagnosed with cancer, top that with the fact that she's been dealing with a lifelong disease for years already. She's been in and out of the hospital, and really, she doesn't need the added stress.

I really don't know what to say. I mean, I know how it feels, but to be betrayed by a best friend you love and trust... I can only imagine how heartbroken my friend is right now. Angry, crazy-mad, vindictive, but mostly, sad. Man, I could just break her husband's nose!

Just recently, I was accused of trying to destroy a friend's marriage. Crazy, but true. I was merely being a friend to a friend by warning them about a recent guest they had over for dinner at their house. Alas, this was misinterpreted and I was pushed to be on the receiving end of insults and what-nots (even comments on another blog that talked about this blog) from the angry wife. I may have been trying to save them from a scam-in-the-making, but hey, I know when to draw the line... because I have been in her shoes, and I KNOW how it feels to have a girl friend intrude into married space.

No excuse though. I thought I was doing my friend a favor. I forgot I could be discrediting the wife, who happens to be a friend of the guest. They ended up fighting. I ended up "causing" the fight. Ayayay. :( So I chose to stay away - forget it that my guy friend was one of my best buds from college. I am not going to be the friend who interferes. I am sorry it happened the way it did, but I sure know when I've crossed the line. So goodbye to you, my friend.

I have come across many a girl friend, probably harmless ones at that (some I regret ever confronting) and I know how it feels when a marriage gets threatened. R had a lot (a LOT!) of girl friends. He was quick to introduce some, but the ones he kept under the radar had me going all paranoid. And I know I've written about how one should just give it all to God, and how, no matter how vindictive and angry you can get, there is no way out of the situation but by surrendering it to the Only One in control.

But really, not to get everyone paranoid, how does one protect a marriage from intruding friends?

R had a close girl friend from the gym, and she was always "too friendly". I was thankful that he introduced her to me, and got us close and all, but the friendship was just too much. She was always, ALWAYS around. Family time became family time + friend, which of course, didn't sit well with me. It was ok at first, but it reached the point where R would tell me to pay for the friend's meal because she gave him a lot of favors, etc. I mean, you owe her, I don't. And let me tell you how they were always, ALWAYS together. They often had dinner together, lunch, merienda, you name it! She was always around. And all over him. She was the touch-y, feel-y type and that just wasn't right. Not with a married man.

There was also this girl I confronted in 2008. I was happily minding my own business when I saw R and friend having coffee outside the place where I worked out (we didn't go to the same gym then). It was close to 10pm and I watched them for a whole hour (yes, yes, loser me, I know). I had called one of our pastor friends for help, and was actually advised to leave and lift the situation to God. But I was stubborn and after more than an hour of waiting, I saw it fit to confront R and T (girl friend). After being told she wasn't a homewrecker, I only had these words for her: "It's close to midnight, what friend keeps a man away from his family at this ghastly hour?"

I remember hearing tons of advice from women who had to go through the same trials I've had. On how maintaining a quiet and gentle spirit does the trick vs. confrontation and paranoia. Right, love is not jealous. But it doesn't mean you shouldn't be vigilant. On the contrary, a pastor once said, you have to protect your marriage from going into shambles. Protect it from adultery, like a shepherd guards his flock against wolves.

So when warning signs flash and you absolutely KNOW something is amiss, keep your guard up. My friend noticed that her husband was extra chummy with the best friend. They drank a lot together, shared private jokes with each other, etc. She had suspected something was up, a couple of friends had already warned her about it, but love for her best friend prevailed.

I actually don't know what advice I can give my friend. Except maybe to be strong and to allow God to weave all this together into something beautiful. God meant it for good, Hun. I know how it feels to be betrayed by someone you love and trust, but I can only imagine how painful it must be to lose both husband and friend.

"You intended to harm me, but God intended it all for good." Genesis 50:20

Are You A Loyal Shopper?

Who's shopping at this week's Crocs Sale? (I am! I am!)

If you are, and if you have plans on burning plastic or killing the wallet, here's news for you! Be Crocs' Most Loyal Shopper! And get the chance to win a P50,000 Gift Check and other prizes!


Get your moolah ready! See you when gates open on the 9th!

The Crocs Mega Sale happens on the 9th to the 12th of June 2011 at the NBC Tent in Bonifacio Global City, Taguig! Shopping hours are from 10am to 8pm.

Here's good news for Citibank Cardholders, an exclusive preview sale happens on the 8th of June! Bring your Citi card and get first dibs on your favorite Crocs footwear for as low as 90% off!

Cash and major credit cards accepted! Entrance is P50; FREE for all Citibank Cardholders.

To know more about Crocs, visit their Facebook page here.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

No Post. No Excuse.

Sorry, I have missing out on blogging the past month or so. Can't help it. My router's broken and my brother hasn't had time to fix it. And because it has been hot and humid, I can't find the energy to surf downstairs. My living room feels like a sauna. And that is an understatement.

Just last week, right before A's spa-rty, I was determined to find the Littlest Pet Shop toys we got from a fastfood toy sale (we were planning on including one pet per loot bag), but alas, I didn't know where to look. Ever since we moved to the new townhouse, I think we've managed to unpack only 20% of our things. The rest remain in boxes. I plan to dispose of them soon, since 8 months without them only prove we don't really need them now, right?

And I went through about over a dozen boxes in the attic, and a few more under the spiral staircase, but no luck. I was drenched in sweat, my nanny was drenched in sweat, and RL looked like he just got out of the shower. Eeeps. And no luck on the toys. So no pet in the loot bag.

But yea, I haven't been posting, I know. But my brother promises to get that fixed so I hope to be posting more often now. That, plus the rainy season is around the corner...

June na! Didn't we just have Christmas and New Year yesterday? Nyar. Time flies.

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