Oregano (Scientific name: Origanum vulgare) is also known as Wild Marjoram, Mountain Mint, Origanum, Wintersweet and Winter Marjoram.
A picture began circulating in November. It should be "The Picture of the Year," or perhaps, "Picture of the Decade." It won't be. In fact, unless you obtained a copy of the paper, you probably will never see it.
I have never been affected by any story as much as Baby P's story has affected me. Yesterday evening, I found myself sobbing twice! I just can't get over the sheer horror of the story.
In my country, it has never happened before that the media and the people have been forbidden to actually reveal the names and faces of TC and SB, the murderers of Baby P.
Over the holy week break, I spent the entire four days just watching the 15 episodes of this Korean show. Yes, I am a self-confessed Korean drama addict. I already have my favorite actors and actresses; albeit, I don’t know their names.
Jul 27, 2006
by her papa..
and We are weaving great dreams for her.
And I want to conquer the world for her,
while Her Papa wants to lay the world at her feet.
She is our daughter
and she is loved.
Jul 26, 2006
I did not go into labor.
Nope. I did not.
I woke up that day and I felt some discomfort in my pelvic area so I went to the doctor, had an NST and was told that Paige still had some cord coiling going on inside and the doctor said I was 1 cm dilated and I had to get into the hospital for observation because of the cord coil.
So, I got into the hospital and next thing I know Erbe elected for a cesarean section.
I slept peacefully through the night as I did not feel anything at all and woke up pretty scared shit the next day and I began harping on my kind husband about his electing to have me whacked up and so I went inside the operating room in a snit. I was thinking that I wanted to give Paige the chance to descend properly and if she can’t do it, then we’d do the hacking up option… but my hubby elected to not risk our lives so he signed the form.
Fortunate for me that my husband had that foresight because it turned out that Paige had three cord coils! And there is no way in hell she could have descended properly because the loop went through her neck twice, her armpit and her body!
Anyways, do you know how it is like to be operated on? I could actually feel the upper part of my body shaking from whatever the hell they were doing. I was rather in a stupor due to the spinal anesthesia, there were only five times that I was conscious:
First, when I heard Paige crying and I heard them saying, “Dakulaon!” Whatever the hell it was that was big. Probably my freaking ass! Because Paige is only 6.12 pounds!
Second, when a nurse brought her to me, I turned, saw her and said, (which mind you was the first thing I said about my baby), “Ay maputi man.” I kissed her and promptly went back to dark kingdom.
Third, when I was shivering bloody hell, begging for someone to cover me up because I knew I was lying there stark naked and this bitch of a nurse, was making fun of me, while another asshole was laughing along with her.
Fourth, when another nurse (a guy) made some kind overture for me. I heard someone said, “Ano ginigibo mo?” And the kind Samaritan said, “Hirak man kaya o..”
Basically, from that experience I learned that some nurses and doctors (even) have forgotten the fact that they are dealing with human lives and people with feelings – they seem to look at people in a purely mechanical manner and have forgotten the essence of their service.
Anyways, scratch that up to a really horrible nightmare. It was worth whatever humiliation I endured though for my little girl.
My sufferings did not end there, however, I had 40 degrees fever for days and then after that I couldn’t move because of this utterly severe head, neck and back pain due to the operation complications - heart enlargement and water in my lungs. Talk about the pleasures of being Eve.
I’m actually better now, still recovering though and having fun having my kind and poging hubby take care of me and having my baby in my arms.
By the way, she looks like me. Lucky for her, she got her Papa’s coloring because she got my nose! Hehehe.
Jul 15, 2006
I am learning that I might be bossy, demanding and a person who just wouldn’t let anybody get the last word – but for my hubby, I am to make an exception.
That I am not the head of the family… I am the heart of it.
I learned that my mama loves me to distraction and would give her life for me – because that is what I feel for Paige.
I learned that Daddy must have been really excited when Mama was carrying me and that no matter what I will always be daddy’s little girl – because Paige will be that for my husband.
I learned that when you take on a responsibility – a lot of people will depend on you and they become your responsibility. You cannot just decide without thinking about the number of people that would be greatly affected by your decision.
I have learned that my little sister is not a little girl anymore.
I am learning that I have still so much to learn about my husband. He still surprises me everyday, but the one thing that I have also learned that I will never get used to looking at him and marveling at how lucky I am. I have learned that I will never get used to his face.
I have learned that I am slowly becoming a grown-up who sometimes wish I could just stay the girl I was with my Daddy and Mama and continue to giggle with my little sis.
Jul 5, 2006
Jul 3, 2006
Okay. He moves fast and granted he can really make a mess out of his opponent's poor face, but do we really need to call him a freakin' hero?! For god's sake! Poor Jose Rizal and Andres Bonifacio, they had to have themselves shot before they became a hero.. and those poor martyrs! But Pacquaio just have to beat up somebody's face to a pulp and be called a friggin' hero. And yeah, he has millions on the side as well. He has all the freakin' commercials, pati suka! Pinatulan! I wonder if Lumen would have to find another commercial as well. Did you see his shorts when he fought? He had McDonalds logo on it! I wonder if he also had the Datu Puti logo.
Ok. ok. obviously, I don't like the guy. I didn't start out this way. Honest! I liked him. I even had my heart in my throat when he fought Morales and rooted for him all the way! It was just that I hate his being called a hero and that business with the illegit child! If that was his, just freakin admit it! C'mon! Cut the woman some slack! But what irked me the most is the constant exposure and the drilling of the "Bayani" thing. I had a bet with my cousin with his last fight. I give Rowel his allowance daily and he got an additional P20.00 for Pacquiao winning.
Anyways, I don't care if you like him. Piss off!
I have this thing about the word "Bayani". It's like the word "diva". Everybody in the freakin' country is a diva. Move some ass and voila! Diva!
But my eternal irritation with the word "bayani" started with Sara Balabagan. Geeze! She went to Saudi, got raped and killed the employer. Hell! All you have to do is go to Saudi or anywhere in the Middle east for that matter, get raped and kill the bloody pig! And then you go back home, received a hero's welcome, be given millions, be able to fix your face and your teeth, have a new house, have a movie, and have a record contract. Geeze!
Ok. ok. I am ignorant. Liza (our house help) kindly explained to me yesterday how Balabagan got beaten up and everything... thus the bayani thing. An education from Liza, who right now irritated me for buying pineapple pie good enough to feed the whole Africa when there are only four of us to eat the freakin' P1.00 pie.
Ok. gotta work. Again.
Jul 2, 2006
I have been trying to think of something to write about. I mean, anyone who is reading my blog and trying to update himself with my life would be possibly vomiting by now with my entries on paige and my eternal lamentations about my freakingly huge weight. For your information, I am now 77 freakin' kilos! And guess what, Paige weighs 5.2 kilos, so basically, I am like 72 freakin' kilos!!! My depression about that is not abated by my hubby's plans on " WAYS FOR MY WIFE TO LOSE WEIGHT". Na-ah.. no siree.
I could write about how we practically moved out of Mama's house and how much I miss her. Mama had just a tragic experience last week when she had to come to terms with losing Rosaura. You see, Rosaura is a mother pig that she has had for 4 years now. She had to sell Rosaura and had to accept the fact that her lovely pig would have to be turn into "longganisa" because Rosaura has menopaused! The pig juices have dried up and her eggs have shrivelled. Poor Rosaura! She served her purpose and has got to go! Longganisa! What a sad sad ending.
Moving on, if Rosaura's uterus has shrivelled up, mine is bloated and active. Anyways, I had an ultrasound - a 4D ultrasound so we could see what Paige looks like. The first batch was not to erbe's liking as the doctor had our baby's little private part printed! hehe... The second batch was okay, but my friggin' placenta was covering half her face. What stand out though was her nose! It is huge! From the front, you'd think it's freakingly flat, so you'd think she got it from me... My theory, however, is that it's her papa's nose because Erbe's nose really is huge. (Sorry baba.. hehe) Anyways, my EDC is on the 25th.. I wonder if Paige would come earlier or later than that. I have to go Mother Seton because I am not cleared for vaginal delivery... Chalk it up to Paige's cord coiling that my baby stubbornly refuses to help me out with.
Anyways, bessie was with me when I had my ultrasound but after a courtesy "oohing and aahing" for Paige, she promptly went back to the company of her cute guy. That girl (I still can't honestly think of her as a woman) is absurd. I don't know how she can hold hands with somebody while she sleeps and the next day resort back to saying, "Of course! he can always date someone else!" Yeah sure! (snort!)
Well, gotta work!