Billabong

What can I say? I love it? Erbe is dishing out snide remarks, but I 'm turning deaf ears.

Earlier, he was carrying the plastic bag with my new slippers inside. We were going around downtown buying stuffs, a grocery here, food items there. And I'd keep saying, "Laag mo na lang sa laug kang plastic na hali sa Jakarta, Indonesia" (I'm not sure though if it is). Anyway, he'd answer with a loud, "harumph!"

This happened several times until he finally said, "Ma-abroad man daw ako, tapos papasalubungan takang pahingurag na plastic. Hali man abroad!" I couldn't help but laugh at his obvious jealous remark. Anyway, he's fine with it, not completely, but he's not throwing them out anytime soon.

Anyway, thank you and Tinay, you really have to do a post for your pasalubong too.

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13-14 Weeks

No more vomiting, but the insatiable hunger has kicked in. The OB was surprised that I lost 10 pounds. Oh, 'twas easy. Just vomit everything you eat and vomit every time you smell something that you don't want to eat - and that pretty much includes anything.

I've finally eaten fish this morning. That is a huge deal because I did not vomit. My stomach still feels queasy though every now and then, but overall, I am doing helluva lot better than before.

Anyway, here is my 12-week ultrasound. We brought Paige along and she was very excited to see the baby moving.

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The Mother and Her Idol... Kris Aquino?! What?!

Don't get me wrong, I love my mother but sometimes, she drives me crazy. She can be so embarrassingly outrageous.

My mother is huge fan of Kris Aquino. Don't ask me why. She just likes Kris' "honesty". Anyway, Kris went here last Saturday to campaign for her brother and to cover for him as the speaker in UNC's graduation ceremony.

Although I promised mamu that I would accompany her to UNC, I really didn't think that she was hell-bent on going until she texted me at half past five in the afternoon, "Ne, where are u?"
"Dagus po kita, mama?"
"Syempre. Magdigdi ka na ta mau akong kaiba."
"Pa centro ka na lang po, ma. Sain kita mahilingan?"
"Yaon na ako digdi sa UNC, sa may flagpole. Yaon na si Kris, dali na!"

There's no arguing with your mother, so we hurried to UNC. I was supposed to meet Tinapay, but the mother was alone and I felt bad about letting her fight off the crowd on her own. After all, she's a senior citizen. How can I forget that? She's always brandishing her senior citizen card about,
"May discount baga ako ning beinte, miss", 
"si diyes kong discount kuanun mo, uya ang card", 
"Erbe, ipadiscount mo ako sa entrance".

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Tweets

It’s almost 10 o’clock. As usual, I’m getting sleepier by the minute, but I still have to finish the ebook. I wish I could just stick with the materials I was given, but I find the need to use additional materials.

Running thoughts… I want to tweet them, but I thought why not blog them all? So, here goes.

• Off the top of my head, do I know someone from Korea? If I do, can I visit you?☺
• The reader from Dubai is back. I think I already know who you are. Well, aren’t you pleased about that?
• I wonder if there’s foul play with Toni Rose’s son’s death. Why the need for instant cremation?
• Pregnancy is not a walk in the park. I’d sock the lights off any woman who tells me she had ‘fun” while vomiting her guts out. Seriously, I can’t be a trooper about this. The nausea and constant retching will get to you. And unless, you have experienced this, don’t you dare judge me. If you’re a guy reading this and judging me, I wish you’d grow a vagina and size G boobs.
• I really don’t like seeing Gladys Reyes’ armpits in Showtime everyday. That alone can turn me off the show for good.
• I want to write a love story and a poem.
• I really can’t decide whether to go back to school this summer or in November.
• I really don’t know what to do with a baby boy. I’ll probably put bows and ribbons on him.
• I wonder if we’d get slippers from Jakarta. Oh, well. It’s a miracle if we do.☺
• Nothing tastes good - absolutely nothing! Oh, god, I miss eating food and enjoying them.
• I am so stressed out. I need a good back massage. Oh, oh, why not ask for one, right now? What’s the use of having a husband who can do a mean back massage?

That’s about it for now. Imagine, tweeting all of that? Or putting them all up as Facebook status? Geeze.

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Bipolar

I rarely blog about my husband’s illness. It is not something that one can ramble about. It is not something that I can easily talk about. Hubby has this certain attitude about it. He’d say, “It’s there, but why waste time thinking about it?” So, he doesn’t. I do though. Not as often as I used to obviously, but I still do.

While trying to understand hubby’s illness, I came across this blogger Seaneen Molloy. She is a blogger and a manic depressive. I really do not want to go into details discussing what manic depression or bipolar is. If you’re that curious, you can just look it up. Mr. Google is always eager to help.

Anyway, back to Seaneen, she is a fast cyclist. In bipolar language, she cycles from mania to depression quite quickly. And I think without medication, the pendulum rocks quickly for her many times a day. This can be very debilitating and scary. But Seaneen has taken it all in a stride. She’s a trooper in the bipolar land.

It’s fascinating to read her entries. I guess because I understand what she’s going through. I may not understand it the way someone with BPD would understand, but I know how it is like. I’ve seen the hell they go through.

She fascinates me though because she has this certain attitude about the whole illness. She does not relish it. She, however, has a certain attitude about it. An attitude that one can only understand if one starts reading her blog. She’s funny and she’s tough. She’s crazy too – in an entirely non-clinical kind of way.

What I like about her most is that she finds humor in her illness. She has this, “don’t mess with the crazy people” attitude that I find refreshing. Refreshing? Yes, it’s the word that I’d definitely use.

Someday, I’m going to write about hubby and his illness. In fact, I already have a blog for that, but it’s not a blog I’d share with the world. It’s an anonymous one. I haven’t written there for a while because I find that I have no reason to. I could tell his story there. Well, maybe someday.

There’s one thing I know for sure, that story will start with this line, “I know of a brave, brave man – and he is my husband and the love of my life.”

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