tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-304227362024-03-07T01:01:17.182-08:00random thoughts and more...This blog is about my life, my loves, my thoughts, my experiences... Hopefully, it will inform, inspire and entertain...Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-75042496068565981062010-05-02T21:55:00.001-07:002010-05-02T22:02:10.395-07:00Sunday Meal<div style="text-align: justify;">Today was eating day Sunday!<br /><br />Breakfast was a ham and egg sandwich and a glass of milk. This was the only relatively "light" meal of the day. The rest was just gluttony!<br /><br />Lunch was in Seoul Oaks, a Korean eat-all-you-can restaurant. It was actually so-so. Not that good, not bad either. I just expected more since it had good reviews. For $19.95, the price was kinda high. So we had to make it sulit and we ordered a lot... and finished it! heheeh... Thanks Randy and Stella for the lunch treat! :) Until now, I'm still burping Korean bbq!<br /><br />After a walk around Town Square or Town Center?, we decided to have dessert in Serendipity 3, this famous dessert place from NY that's now in Vegas. The take out line was long but we were eating there. There was a 10-minute wait. I absolutely loved their Fried Oreo dessert. I ordered Chocolate Blackout cake. What a huuuuge slice!!!! We were 8 sharing it but we couldn't finish it! Loved their fries too! But the coffee was terrible! One huge cup of tasteless coffee. Nevertheless, it's still a place worth going back to.<br /><br />When we got home, Bric, Yaya Mila and I went to the park to burn a few calories. Then, it was dinner time again! Mom prepared char-siu back ribs and marinated squid. Gulp! Busog again! Had pomelos for dessert while Roc and Stella tried peach flambe! I had to control myself. Too much calories in a day. Have to practice self-control!!!!<br /></div>Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-4910993751479607632010-04-27T11:16:00.000-07:002010-04-27T11:22:38.258-07:00On Line Shopping<div style="text-align: justify;">I was always the WARY on-line shopper the moment on-line shopping was "in". I've heard enough horror stories of identity theft and credit card charge frauds. But now that I've tried 'shopping' in Amazon.com, I'm enjoying this new way of shopping.<br /><br />It's shopping without walking. Although it's still different to actually hold and touch and feel items in your hands, see with your eyes and smell with your nose, there are items that don't need the senses too much. Like books... and diapers... and items you already know and want. On line shopping is cheaper and quite convenient. Minimal delivery charge and cheaper prices too! <br /><br />So far, I've been 'shopping' but I try to stop myself from buying too much. As Roc's hubby would say: Do you want this 'item' or money in the bank?<br /><br />Of course, I much prefer money in the bank... :) Unless an item is too tempting. Hehehe..<br /></div>Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-84861279491186331272010-04-04T14:45:00.000-07:002010-04-04T14:56:06.095-07:00Down DaysI always thought being pregnant puts you inside a happy bubble, but this pregnancy is different. There are moments when I feel there's a storm raging inside my body, all those hormones just going around and around, whirling in my whole system, waiting for the time to blow, to burst. <br /><br />There are times when I prefer to frown and look at the down side instead of looking at the bright side; times when I prefer to be alone and away from everything, everyone and yet there are times when I just wish all my loved ones were here with me.<br /><br />Do I blame this state of 'depression' to my hormones? Is it really that? Or is it all a matter of attitude? I just pray and wish that my mood swings and my dark thoughts don't affect our Brody. <br /><br />Life in the US is pretty lonely and there are times when I feel helpless. I am soo homesick. Nights I find myself counting the days til Brody comes out so that in time, we can all go back home to the Philippines. Even Mila feels lonely. For people in the Philippines, they have this American dream... but not all of the "American Dream" is even bright and sunny. I would never trade living in the Philippines for living here in the States. I just wasn't wired this way. I am a Filipino and I am at home in the Philippines... Here, now in Vegas, I feel like a fish out of water, I feel I don't belong. I feel so disoriented.<br /><br />In time, I know I'll get used to this all over again. I just wish we weren't too far away from home and my stay wouldn't seem as long as it feels...<br /><br />Then again, when my hormones have settled, I may feel better yet again and all these 'lonely' and 'sad' thoughts will be replaced by happy thoughts and wide smiles.Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-84033061262446789182010-03-22T17:18:00.000-07:002010-03-22T17:21:34.545-07:00Sprite, WaterWe were having lunch in a dimsum restaurant in Vegas. Bric was enjoying his crispy shrimp wanton when he got thirsty. Yaya Mila was busy eating as well so she accidentally gave Bric her glass of Sprite instead of his water.<br /><br />When Bric drank from the glass, his face crumpled and he spit it out! It was his first taste of softdrinks. Thank God he didn't like it! hahaha...<br /><br />The sight was just so funny! :) Wish I had taken a picture! :)Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-42777020935310687472010-03-20T13:31:00.001-07:002010-03-20T13:40:54.522-07:00Pancakes. Attempt 1It's our 3rd day in Vegas and for the 3 months that I'll be staying here, I have told myself to learn how to cook yet again. So today, I decided to make the simplest thing... ready mix pancakes for breakfast.<br /><br />Did my mise-en-place. Aunt Jemima's ready mix, measuring cup for dry and wet measures, pan, butter, utensils, etc. Then followed the instructions of the box to a T! 2 cups of pancake mix, 1.5 cups of water, then stir! <br /><br />Heated the pan, buttered it a bit then poured the mix. The mixture looked lumpy but ok. I wanted my pancakes fluffy. The pan cake mix looked flat when I first poured it and looked small so I added some more. I totally forgot that the mixture would rise. So I ended up with half an inch thick of pancake with a 6-inch diameter. Mighty too big and when I flipped it, because of its size, I couldn't completely flip it over without it folded in half. Sigh...<br /><br />The 2nd pancake was slightly better. By the 3rd try, with my hubby's advice, I added a bit more water to the mixture to make it lighter. Then poured just one 'ladle' size of mixture. Turned out better.<br /><br />Made a total of 6 pancakes. I ate the 1st pancake to destroy the 'evidence' of my kapalpakan. Oh well, I told my hubby, there's always a first time. It's so different having cooking theories in my head and actually getting to do it. But hopefully, I won't be content with just toasting bread and frying eggs. Wish me luck!Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-75059187853564441402010-03-01T17:58:00.001-08:002010-03-01T18:21:48.288-08:006 monthsWe are anticipating a new addition to our family! A baby brother for Bric and another son for us. I'm already 6 months, 3 weeks and few days on the way. Baby is moving and kicking so much, as early as 4 months old, actually.<br /><br />Can't wait to welcome him into our world! I pray he and Bric will share a special bond of closeness like my brothers, Jojo and Louie. I pray... I pray for a lot of things for him but I pray so much that he will be normal, healthy, happy, handsome, intelligent, straight, loving and kind hearted. I pray he will grow up to be a good Catholic boy and will bring pride and joy to our family especially to his Lolas...Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-61661030084582960722009-08-05T07:15:00.000-07:002009-08-05T07:20:15.728-07:00Cory and Mom: A Simple Friendship<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAGrbsSlOSW4zY9Hwawkt1nrYTaA3I85mloSsMLaxQA5jebq_CP21E24gQ0w2K8R7ok9SE_Iu9eAvhs8noPeqbNbHg9TEdZVZv5qVc9WF4nMoZcNrfY_vFOX-bPNqzDPBKgw/s1600-h/IMG_3388.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAGrbsSlOSW4zY9Hwawkt1nrYTaA3I85mloSsMLaxQA5jebq_CP21E24gQ0w2K8R7ok9SE_Iu9eAvhs8noPeqbNbHg9TEdZVZv5qVc9WF4nMoZcNrfY_vFOX-bPNqzDPBKgw/s400/IMG_3388.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366484068187527458" /></a><br /><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">I visited Tita Cory’s wake yesterday with my mom and 2 of her friends.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>My Mom was one of the chosen few who were asked to speak during Tita Cory’s necrological services.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Listening to some of the speeches brought me back memories of my days in Cebu and visits in Manila when Mom and I would be in Tita Cory’s company.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Those were the days when I was Mom’s constant companion, her shadow.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But Tita Cory never made me feel like one.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">As the shadow, I saw how their friendship developed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I saw the common thread that tied both of them together – their simplicity, their joy in little pleasures, their ‘cheap thrills’ when they go shopping and find good bargains or when they get latest scoops of showbiz chismis.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Most importantly, it was their shared love for family, for shared memories of their husbands who have gone before them and for their unquestioning faith in God and the undeniable power of prayer in facing adversities in life that solidified their friendship.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">Together, they were mothers who consoled each other when their child went astray.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>They were doting grandmothers – they would ‘show and tell’ pictures and stories of their beloved apos.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>They were simply two friends enjoying one another’s company.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>With Tita Cory, you did not feel ‘small’.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was real.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was human and very, very genuine.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was pure.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She had no pretenses.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>She was the good in every human being.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>You just knew that her friendship with God was real.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>You knew she had a direct line to Mama Mary.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify">I am fortunate to have seen how Tita Cory was up close and personal through the friendship she shared with my Mom.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I am blessed that she stood as our Ninang during our wedding.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I cherish her gifts.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>I am grateful that she considered Mom her close friend.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>I am thankful I was given the opportunity to have been touched by her… even only as a shadow.</p> <!--EndFragment-->Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-61801328201002030922009-07-26T10:21:00.001-07:002009-07-26T10:55:37.928-07:00After the FightAfter the fight, Dad decided it was time to rest. And the day he chose was today. He went without drama, without tears, without goodbyes. He just passed... as if it was the most natural thing.<br /><br />I am numb. But I am at peace. I know Daddy Boy really LIVED his life. Of course there were so many other things he could have done more, but in his 67 years, he had received so many blessings fit for many lifetimes. But he also had his share of trials, and they were many, especially physically. He was ravaged and torn but he fought the fight. His spirit was not diminished... despite two major brain surgeries when he was younger, despite his bout with colon cancer, despite his struggle with diabetes (and believe me, this was a struggle because how he loved to eat!), despite his aortic stenosis, his pneumonia, his bed sore, his multiple strokes, his kidney problems, and so much more. Though it seemed physically he was weak, his faith was unshakable.<br /><br />I believe God made him His instrument of what prayers, faith and love can do. Daddy could've left us earlier. In 2000, he died for a few minutes, but he came back. From that day forth, we considered each day a blessing, a new lease on life, an extended gift.<br /><br />I never saw Daddy as the unapproachable, dictatorial, authoritarian dad. When I was introduced to him as Boydee's girlfriend, he told me jokingly that they had Chinese blood, thinking Boydee's being Filipino would be an issue in my family. In the next few meetings, he would ask me 'O! Kailan mo ako bigyan ng the IV, referring to a son.' When Boydee and I got married, it took us 15 months to be pregnant. Imagine the pressure especially when Daddy would be in and out of the hospital. I prayed so hard to God for Dad to be able to at least see the birth of the IV. I prayed so hard for a son. It was like I dedicated Bric to Daddy Boy. True enough, when Bric was born, somehow, they immediately had a special bond. <br /><br />When Bric was a baby, his Lolo Boy would visit him in our room, and even if Dad wasn't as strong, he would try to carry our heavy son. When we put Bric on Lolo Boy's lap while he was in his wheel chair, the highly energetic, hyper Bric knew NOT to move so that Lolo Boy wouldn't have a hard time. He loved Lolo Boy, was always generous with his kisses and hugs, was always ready to sing and dance for Lolo if asked. Bric could make Lolo Boy smile from ear to ear. When Lolo Boy could eat, they would have merienda of noodle soup in Chowking.<br /><br />I, for one, have always been a Daddy's girl with Daddy Victor, and with Daddy Boy. He was a pleasure to take care of. Sure, he had his moods but you just know that his heart was pure and gentle. In his quiet and calm moments and I'd be holding his hand, he would look at me and tell me thank you for taking care of him. Sometimes, for no reason, he would say thank you. He'd say I love you. And to me, it was not just words, it was a genuine heartfelt conveyance. Dad knew how to make one feel special. When you are with him, one can not help but give as much love and care as he deserves. He was a big lovable baby, one I could make 'lambing' to. <br /><br />I can not even begin to say how much Daddy Boy meant to Boydee. He was his idol, and that says a lot. Boydee was named after him and that is a responsibility my husband does not take lightly. He carries it with so much pride because he knows that his dad is a great man, because he has helped so many and loved so much.<br /><br />I feel you're just here Dad, in our midst, that you're just in your room sleeping, or in therapy. I still don't want to think that you've gone away forever. So for now, I won't say my goodbyes. I know wherever you are, that you will always still be with us. We love you so much! Thank you for staying for as long as you could. Now, you can rest and eat all the food you want! See you in Hong Kong!!!Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-62500185584469130982009-07-12T19:23:00.000-07:002009-07-12T19:38:02.145-07:00Facebook-edAfter months and maybe even years of prodding from my hubby, sisters and friends, I've finally decided to join the bandwagon and open a facebook account. My anti-social and seclusion days are over and I am now "public property". <br /><br />I just signed up a few seconds ago and what's supposed to take just a few seconds became quite longer since I still had a few doubts. Boydee was beside me, continuing to coax me to join. I think he's only after my new ingredient if I sign up in Restaurant City. Bwahaha...<br /><br />But I am sort of convinced of it being a way of keeping in touch with friends old and new. When I left for Japan (Nagano), I made a few good friends. I couldn't just email every bit of little news that would happen my way right? That's when I realized Fb is a good way to keep in touch and be updated. As Grace Ang said, you already have a topic of conversation, an ice breaker if you're friends in facebook and you see each other. Good point!<br /><br />So, add me... Let's be "friends". hehehehe...<br /><br />Profile name: Olivia Lynn Dizon :) heheheOlivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-87139612647664910682009-06-22T07:24:00.000-07:002009-06-22T07:27:36.524-07:00Quick PostJust a quick post to show off my newest scrap :) hehehe... This picture was taken a few months back when Bric was just about to start his swimming lessons. Bought him a swimming cap and goggles. This was his first 'fitting' of the swimming paraphernalia. A tad bit tight, don't you think? His face is all wrinkly... like a sharpei... :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjArpwr9b6L569WlawDwZE4NZIk0rQCmmN8_am4Xl_vBo6-IcUMnIf3b353zeGSyIt-467rcazzGelHs3LQBiO42ZFoiCpyn6uOfBa5U31D_PlUyfDUAVIKwJxjj2Aj3deZyQ/s1600-h/sharpei+swimmer.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/AVvXsEjArpwr9b6L569WlawDwZE4NZIk0rQCmmN8_am4Xl_vBo6-IcUMnIf3b353zeGSyIt-467rcazzGelHs3LQBiO42ZFoiCpyn6uOfBa5U31D_PlUyfDUAVIKwJxjj2Aj3deZyQ/s400/sharpei+swimmer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350158393524360930" border="0" /></a>Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-75147068499141987092009-06-03T23:40:00.000-07:002009-06-03T23:58:48.727-07:00Connichiwa<div style="text-align: justify;">We're here in Nagano, Japan where Boydee's Conference Chairman of the Nagano Asia Pacific Conference 2009 of the JCI. I'm technically the "first lady", sort of. And the Japan COC has really been taking good care of me, of us.<br /><br />This afternoon is the Opening Ceremonies. I had my hair done at the salon. Costed me ~P2,100 for hair alone!!!! I decided to do my own make up to save on an additional P1,250! Imagine! So, salon is only for the opening and all th rest, I shall manage. That's a deduction from my shopping money. (as if I have any... hehehe)<br /><br />Nagano is known for its soba (buckwheat noodles). Just this lunch, Kazuko-san, my interpreter and Hideaki-san who drove for us, brought me and Shin-a, wife of VP Teddy, to Tokaguchi, a mountain shrine with a forest trail. The place is also known for its soba. We had Ten Zaru Soba - cold noodles served on bamboo (zaru) plate and tempura on the side. It was delicious!!!<br /><br />Yesterday, we were VIPs all the way! Felix and Grace were friends with the JAL President and he took care of them. Uncle Cecilio and I were only too willing to walk behind as "bodyguards". hahaha... They/We were given preferential treatment. Felix and Grace were upgraded while Uncle Cecilio and I were seated in the front row of the economy class but with business class seats. The flight took 3.30 hours. We were escorted upon check in to immigration and were even given lounge access. When we arrived Japan, someone was tasked to assist us, even getting our luggage for us! Now that's what I call service. It was great since it is Grace's first time to be in Japan, and she's doing so with style. haha...<br /><br />Outside the airport, we were met by Yuki, who was holding a bond paper with my name on it. She was to accompany us all the way to Nagano. She was very sweet... Kaye, on the other hand, joined us in the Shinkansen from Tokyo to Nagano. She was funny and spoke with an American accent which she claims she learned by watching movies. At each stop, we were met and welcomed and assisted by the Japan COC or the Japan International Affairs. They were very hospitable. <br /><br />When we arrived Nagano, Tomomi, a volunteer with a British accent, met us and brought us to our hotel along with 2 COCs. Mona, Boydee's interpreter/pa, greeted me at the entrance of the hotel. Then, I went to our room, then went back down to plan the next day's itinerary with them. <br /><br />We then had dinner with Yuki, Obibi-san and Torizo to Torizo's restaurant specializing in chicken, chicken and chicken. We had chicken appetizer (drumlet simmered with soy sauce), then grilled chicken (yakitori), then chicken omelet and lastly, chicken in hot pot. It was yummy! Dessert of chocolate ice cream with frozen berries on the side was the perfect way to cap the meal. Obibi spent 6 months backpacking in Cainta during his younger days and he still remembers a lot of tagalog words. It's funny that his favorite Filipino songs are from Eraserheads. Usually, foreigners mention Freddie Aguilar's "Anak". <br /><br />Anyway, we called it a night after that. I felt kinda woozy already. I unpacked, looked for Boydee and we went up together. Worked on his speeches a bit, chitchatted a bit and said our goodnights! :)<br /><br />Oyasuminasai!<br /></div>Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-33223237803230705832009-03-05T06:20:00.000-08:002009-03-06T06:54:09.933-08:00Discovering Discovery Shores Boracay<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMBOsui5f66aMr4z5L5-iRdun_MBEisV3h50RPyHXC1L7QpUudmRkU0CRHJfgxA3W6Tw7sHvtKz039U0Pt9kt-fVTaEyS4_PJjqfvs3wOYxkD2rdbnt8VaRSE3YJtI9O_dLw/s1600-h/IMG_8981.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMBOsui5f66aMr4z5L5-iRdun_MBEisV3h50RPyHXC1L7QpUudmRkU0CRHJfgxA3W6Tw7sHvtKz039U0Pt9kt-fVTaEyS4_PJjqfvs3wOYxkD2rdbnt8VaRSE3YJtI9O_dLw/s320/IMG_8981.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309711117201740818" border="0" /></a>Honeymooners...many times over...<br /></div><br /><br />February 22-24, 2009. Boydee and I took advantage of the super sulit promo of Discovery Shores Boracay. For only P18,887 net per person, one can avail of a 3day-2night stay in Discovery Shores, Boracay inclusive of roundtrip airfares via Seair, a 50minute Qi Massage in Mandala Spa, transfers to and from airport, and daily breakfast at Sands. How can you pass up an opportunity like that?! Normally, a night in Discovery costs $350!<br /><br />Touted as our mini-honeymoon, Boydee and I excitedly headed off to the Old Domestic airport.<br />After our 30-minute flight, ~15minute ride to the dock, ~30minute boat ride on a PVC? boat, 30minute ride on an extended golf cart, we arrived Discovery.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DGHj6VRa0ScOHmW8028d7a4L8K54wxjLMGXW5JRp7V7hxC0PRffjaO5Jb5oq8A-niV0MSDI1M9kaISw8jNzbX2No-VGhShk87OOW9NiPl2ij9e1C8HkIcoVH3y833Z0DUA/s1600-h/IMG_8962.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6DGHj6VRa0ScOHmW8028d7a4L8K54wxjLMGXW5JRp7V7hxC0PRffjaO5Jb5oq8A-niV0MSDI1M9kaISw8jNzbX2No-VGhShk87OOW9NiPl2ij9e1C8HkIcoVH3y833Z0DUA/s320/IMG_8962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309709054379922050" border="0" /></a>Our Junior Suite<br /><br /></div>At Discovery, there are endless pleasant discoveries. They sure know how to pamper their guests. Little things go a long way. I was really impressed at the tiny details the management thought of in terms of service.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UWBjue3IHZdD2F5AoTJww2wWZJHlQio13GOnjyh30Fv1qpewj9dVMt2_z4rwp0_Hrul1qJXx-jwr5C3Oo7JOhEJMA3pTyXkw9ZHNzCGG_zu7VWmWyqm5VPmTw3vMNCDnqg/s1600-h/IMG_8959.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3UWBjue3IHZdD2F5AoTJww2wWZJHlQio13GOnjyh30Fv1qpewj9dVMt2_z4rwp0_Hrul1qJXx-jwr5C3Oo7JOhEJMA3pTyXkw9ZHNzCGG_zu7VWmWyqm5VPmTw3vMNCDnqg/s320/IMG_8959.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309710766229561282" border="0" /></a>Welcome to Boracay sweets!<br /><br /></div>I loved... almost everything in the room. Boydee especially loved their shower, so much so that on the first day, he took a shower three times! I loved the personal touches to make us feel welcome. I loved the location and the beach front. I loved the spa serviced by the multi-awarded, world-recognized Mandala Spa. I loved their adobo for breakfast. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XDi3MygZhiylvzIZGSCN-5w7jt5YCjzf-__hHND0K668w4hkot15GuR-9RA6K-uSPzeWjMHH9JmTS6yroHpHaaoPwl2Fn6EMIJWpHzV8jk5breds0NrOs8iZtaqN2cxYgw/s1600-h/IMG_8982.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XDi3MygZhiylvzIZGSCN-5w7jt5YCjzf-__hHND0K668w4hkot15GuR-9RA6K-uSPzeWjMHH9JmTS6yroHpHaaoPwl2Fn6EMIJWpHzV8jk5breds0NrOs8iZtaqN2cxYgw/s320/IMG_8982.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309711342432025586" border="0" /></a>Sunset at the shores of Discovery<br /><br /></div>I loved the location. I loved the staff who were so warm and accommodating. I loved their welcome foot massage. I loved the free wifi! I loved the experience of staying at Discovery.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-YrX6LgKb4bVNtcVv7uLMqmKOLBridEjq4pXYZV8RaPT6KahTBhyphenhyphenJj4ZbiDeXx_i9021R33zFLE625qAT42MRuZpMh6BjaJhfu4MsSrm7dYuaEQugqsBXOfp1b4QknLRsyQ/s1600-h/IMG_8999.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-YrX6LgKb4bVNtcVv7uLMqmKOLBridEjq4pXYZV8RaPT6KahTBhyphenhyphenJj4ZbiDeXx_i9021R33zFLE625qAT42MRuZpMh6BjaJhfu4MsSrm7dYuaEQugqsBXOfp1b4QknLRsyQ/s320/IMG_8999.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309711777200699330" border="0" /></a>How can you NOT feel pampered? <br />When you go back to your room after a day at the beach,<br />your bed is turned up to invite you to sleep. <br />Even the slippers aren't left to chance!<br /></div><br />I didn't like the noodle station for breakfast. I didn't like the position of the swimming pool. It was right in the middle of the property. Most of the guests can see the pool, and the swimmers, in their rooms.<br /><br />Our trip to Boracay was a rediscovery of this beautiful island we've visited quite some time ago. While it had become a tad bit too commercialized for me, I still wouldn't mind going back over and over again. One of the main reason is the beautiful discovery of Discovery Shores... IF they have that package again. Hehe...Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-32617589580061698462009-03-05T05:52:00.000-08:002009-03-05T06:20:28.172-08:00Visiting my Teachers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xC80vTBZPUTAN5i1kXoQqXQvep3neieiURRjS84FALHHMaryshblCgMV0hb_t9Yyn5OIBYzz-thu4IPHWOpxZSyZPXVtYhTmipkHyzJf_upmg3fo_N32SWsApazOcnY0aw/s1600-h/IMG_8906.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-xC80vTBZPUTAN5i1kXoQqXQvep3neieiURRjS84FALHHMaryshblCgMV0hb_t9Yyn5OIBYzz-thu4IPHWOpxZSyZPXVtYhTmipkHyzJf_upmg3fo_N32SWsApazOcnY0aw/s320/IMG_8906.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309708296450134962" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">On February 13, a day before Sister Rose's birthday, I finally visited her in Tahanan, Manresa. The last time I saw her was when I was about to get married. I brought Boydee with me then, to introduce her to my future husband. Now, many years and a 2-year old son after, I visited her again. It was a long overdue visit! It was timely too since Sister Yang, my Chinese teacher, had just moved there from our school a few days ago. I was hitting two birds with one stone.<br /><br />Sister Rosario Justiniani, for most Sacred Hearters who graduated in the late 70's up to the late 90's, is THE terror English teacher of our school. Surprisingly, she was well-loved and not a few graduates of our school would always go back to our alma mater and never forget to thank Sister Rose for imparting to us her knowledge of the English language and instilling in us the discipline to study and master our lessons. For elementary students who were not under her yet, she was the nun who would always nag us to keep away from her garden. In my senior year, I was finally given the opportunity to be under her. She helped me with my Valedictory address, editing what I had written and guided me during its delivery, telling me when to stop, when to make hand gestures, when to just pause. She was a mentor and the best part, she gave me high grades!!! Hehe...<br /><br />Sister Teresita Yang, on the other hand, was one of the most gentle teachers of our generation. The story of her life can be summarized into one sentence: I go where God takes me. I submit to the will of God. Make that two sentences... :) Sister Yang reminds me of St. Therese, her namesake. She is humble, meek, soft-spoken and a very faithful follower of God.<br /><br />On that day, I was supposed to be with Julie Christy, my high school batchmate but her son Josh got sick suddenly so she had to back out at the last minute. She sent her barbecue tho while I brought bilaos of pancit palabok. I brought Bric and Robyn with me. The sisters adored the babies!<br /><br />I didn't know that Sister Georgette was already Provincial Head of the congregation. That means she's in charge of all the schools of Hijas de Jesus in the Philippines. When she knew I was there, she dropped by to say hello. She was in the middle of a meeting with Mother General - as in the head of the whole Hijas de Jesus in the whole world.<br /><br />Sister Georgette was also one of the terror nuns when I was still in High School. I remember in Junior year, I was one of those she called to see her in her office to ask if I was sure I was ready to take the retreat. Of course I was. Hehe... That's when I realized I wasn't one of her favorites. Haha... Perhaps she thought I was talkative or didn't have my priorities straight, I'm not sure. Anyway, when I was serving as an officer and then president of our Alumnae Association, we were already quite close. By then, she was already Head of our school. From what I've seen, she was an upright and forward thinking Principal who achieved a good balance between what the school wanted for her students and what the students and parents wanted from the school. It was evident that her wisdom, management and leadership skills would get her places. And it did. She's now Provincial Head right? All for the glory of God.<br /><br />I spent an afternoon with our Sisters. This was a first time in a long time that I got to be with them again. I promised Sister Rose I'll call on her again!<br /></div>Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-62378828359885610822009-02-24T07:21:00.001-08:002009-02-24T07:26:15.273-08:00Back for GoodIt's been a month of 'iwan Bric' trips this February. Went to Cebu for an overnight to work during Valentine's day with Boydee at Chateau, then went to HK with muy chikas and chico for an eating spree, and then finally, today, got back from Boracay with Boydee for a mini-honeymoon. Imagine, Bric picked me up from the airport three times this month. Now, with no trips in the near future being planned, I am glad to be back for good, temporarily, til another destination comes along. So, I told Bric no more iwan for now. And he was happy :) Heheh...<br /><br />It'll take a few blogs to talk about our trips. That will have to wait (again) since I'm getting sleepy. Zzzzzz.... Will head to bed :)Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-71585447483743476842009-02-10T04:28:00.000-08:002009-02-10T04:45:30.353-08:00RaNdOM ThOugHts on...Passport Renewal... I had my passport renewed and I am VERY impressed with this on line service - www.passport.com.ph. They provide a stress-free, very efficient passport renewal method. You apply on line, choose dates for pick up and for personal appearance to the DFA. When you get to DFA, you're received by Teletech/Teleserve agents and are treated like some VIP with your own waiting area. It practically takes all of only 15 minutes for the wait, the stamping of your thumbs and your signature at DFA and then you're all set to brave the Manila traffic. I just got my passport today. Just as they had promised. So, for stress-free passport renewal, log on to www.passport.com.ph! <br /><br />Passport Picture... While I am impressed with the site I just mentioned, I am utterly frustrated at why DFA imposed the rule of 'no smiling' on our passport pictures. I mean, don't we all look much prettier if we had a smile on our face? So, now, my passport picture has me looking like a school teacher. :(<br /><br />Ayala Museum... Last Tuesday, a few MVC staff and I went to get some inspiration for our Ecclesiastical Museum. First stop was Ayala Museum, and my, am I proud that we have something like this! The museum was very well-maintained, technologically advanced and quite informative. I especially loved the essaying of Philippine History through the dioramas. Of course, the Amorsolo exhibit I reserve for the next paragraph. :)<br /><br />Amorsolo's Women Exhibit in Ayala Museum... Just walking through the gallery of paintings by Fernando Amorsolo takes my breath away. Studying his painting, taking a closer look, I am whisked to a different time and place. His strokes are melodic. It seems like there is a rhythm, a music to his paintings. Sometimes, it isn't in the subject itself but the emotion that is so vivid in his work. It's magic. What a genius!<br /><br />Bahay Tsinoy... A unique museum meant to bring about a deeper appreciation of our culture - the hybrid Tsinoy - descendants of local Chinese who know only of one country, the Philippines. Tsinoy... that's what I am, and so are countless Fil-Chi in the Philippines. We may be 'Chinese' but we're just as Filipino as the true-blooded Pinoys. The exhibit mentions heroes of Philippine history who were Chinese-Filipino. Jose Rizal, Emilio Aguinaldo, the martyrs Gomburza, and so many others. We're as much a part of shaping the country as our kayumanggi brothers and Philippines is OUR country. The 3D hologram on the 4th floor is a must see!<br /><br />Boxing... This is our current form of exercise. My right ring finger is constantly sore but my, what a work out! <br /><br />Well, that's it for now :) hehe...Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-59415301026670998252009-02-07T06:10:00.000-08:002009-02-07T06:19:40.657-08:00Mini Reunions in CebuCebu will NEVER be completely 'home' and 'familiar' without my precious friends. I met up with a few of my dearest ones while I was there.<br /><br />My ZJC Mares. Grace will be leaving us to join her hubby in Perth, Australia so we had a despedida for her. A few days before that, we also met up because I was visiting. We had lunch at Cyma, then the despedida was at Golden Cowrie, all in the new Terraces of Ayala.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWUvoF3E3xnfC8e-cFpikoun74Q5Y62dS9dTmZO8wyr43kkoT5Prbj3lKgCKB6aKhKF0JpzUEX-TRGAbuz3rU_VqjymOEw8I9jStncytJRaHosGAbt_Lz5BVvEGs5_z2XXQ/s1600-h/IMG_8776.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWUvoF3E3xnfC8e-cFpikoun74Q5Y62dS9dTmZO8wyr43kkoT5Prbj3lKgCKB6aKhKF0JpzUEX-TRGAbuz3rU_VqjymOEw8I9jStncytJRaHosGAbt_Lz5BVvEGs5_z2XXQ/s320/IMG_8776.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300058579816940018" border="0" /></a><br />ATOM-D. For most of my college life, I shared my 'soul' to two friends - May and Dexter, who eventually ended up with each other. Hehe... And, who stood as my Matron of Honor and Honor Attendant during my wedding. Well, the friendship remains despite time, distance, children, pounds lost and gained (mostly gained). Of course, there's also Thomas and Leslie, our eating and our "corny, old-fashionably boring and wholesome" outing buddies. Well, again, since I flew in, we had to meet... this time with children in tow. We had a potluck dinner at Thomas and Leslie's place where Tiffy shared her gazilion toys. Here we are about to go home for a souvenir photo :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaTllJCTbq_BQogGSZtbAjX74yn77ApIaoN5difdoHG-JtJVf50-ag5N13zVGe7kM0NolCTnwCFWOf39Zzt9R9BFvo564h4wouXt51UmFHOK8HLJGskNxix6mh50ritr0DnA/s1600-h/IMG_8790.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaTllJCTbq_BQogGSZtbAjX74yn77ApIaoN5difdoHG-JtJVf50-ag5N13zVGe7kM0NolCTnwCFWOf39Zzt9R9BFvo564h4wouXt51UmFHOK8HLJGskNxix6mh50ritr0DnA/s320/IMG_8790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300059894971635090" border="0" /></a>Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-63348835416373880622009-01-20T05:48:00.000-08:002009-02-07T06:10:23.571-08:00Simala, Himala<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRuEAOhHQQJOEX0mVC5wU1QxzQim_uFAJVCsKGrP8JfCrr666viiD6Ee0PP7aklqVt2m-dVZm97rITb8B1CJPQzlL1UOrgX6HDEgGCNoHJC4nWBjMPRZEF_IkdQvvFd0onw/s1600-h/IMG_8724.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQRuEAOhHQQJOEX0mVC5wU1QxzQim_uFAJVCsKGrP8JfCrr666viiD6Ee0PP7aklqVt2m-dVZm97rITb8B1CJPQzlL1UOrgX6HDEgGCNoHJC4nWBjMPRZEF_IkdQvvFd0onw/s320/IMG_8724.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300052615813771090" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">19 Jan 2009. This is Simala, a church dedicated in honor of the Miraculous Virgin. Here, the image of Mama Mary is seen to have shed tears. Located in between Argao and Sibonga, this monk-run shrine used to be a small shanty but because of Her miracles, devotees have donated so much that in its place is this huge edifice but holy, nonetheless. We went - Mom, Tita Aida, Tita Lucy, Tita Flor, Bric and yaya Mila on the Monday after Sinulog. There were quite a number of pilgrims but not as crowded.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Ve48wZQgaIk3EVlv946HfFKXXaqV4Z3Ayvg-O0NNJ96b4Ih10Y7Hq6PYZsQnhhMEdymhI5Gd-4GiIIhRG1F058Af2X9xKHRKPVoYRFbDUxALbM0kAUDkymZWMnWtwPO07A/s1600-h/IMG_8729.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Ve48wZQgaIk3EVlv946HfFKXXaqV4Z3Ayvg-O0NNJ96b4Ih10Y7Hq6PYZsQnhhMEdymhI5Gd-4GiIIhRG1F058Af2X9xKHRKPVoYRFbDUxALbM0kAUDkymZWMnWtwPO07A/s320/IMG_8729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300054740794271842" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">To kiss the Virgin, we had to fall in line. While waiting, I lit colored candles representing different petitions, took snapshots, prayed, played with Bric and took in the magnitude of the church. This was built on donations alone! If God wills it, it will really come. This has never been more evident here.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyDZZwyEMuNTnuZy3e5IcaK1QDfEKpS-_2JdOdYhPTVbPdnAfQR3OvNEwpjP6EpYfYeRdm0duQf_-R774Dgr6a1fJpJ61OfHA9P6_NVd8SfLxXRevE_L1KKCnRVnQty1w_nQ/s1600-h/IMG_8752.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyDZZwyEMuNTnuZy3e5IcaK1QDfEKpS-_2JdOdYhPTVbPdnAfQR3OvNEwpjP6EpYfYeRdm0duQf_-R774Dgr6a1fJpJ61OfHA9P6_NVd8SfLxXRevE_L1KKCnRVnQty1w_nQ/s320/IMG_8752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300055357701752882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAgE7ncbFI1YUA5VTwftqgls6OE2rxk_-jWOEIV86gQhu74rANQvxGbpPLpopZ73YWDjhLAvQLNow2Utp5VCuSSJHIrbb1hGiaoJvIhvg8OFksFq1zNPac7TzEAAycuIgOog/s1600-h/IMG_8757.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAgE7ncbFI1YUA5VTwftqgls6OE2rxk_-jWOEIV86gQhu74rANQvxGbpPLpopZ73YWDjhLAvQLNow2Utp5VCuSSJHIrbb1hGiaoJvIhvg8OFksFq1zNPac7TzEAAycuIgOog/s320/IMG_8757.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300055991927950450" border="0" /></a>After a few more minutes, we finally reached the image of Mama Mary where Bric and I whispered our hearts' prayers. We left the church soon afterwards, knowing our prayers wouldn't fall on deaf ears. But more than the prayers of petition which we lifted to our Mother, we also asked her to bring our gratitude to God for showering us with His love and friendship in this lifetime.<br /></div>Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-2062392412749370352009-01-16T22:05:00.000-08:002009-01-16T22:16:34.936-08:00S-l-o-w-i-n-g Down in CebuI would never have thought I'd get to the stage when I'd not feel "at home" in Cebu. This was my home for a good 30 years of my life and yet, now, I realize, I'm not completely 'home' anymore. Things change. I've been away for four years and this morning, driving from the beach house in Mactan to our house (to borrow Audrey's high chair for Bric), I feel like I'm half home, half not in this city. For instance, I consider our bed in Manila as our (Boydee's and mine) bed and the bed I feel most comfortable in. Our room in Manila is the one that brings me comfort and rest. And more importantly, I feel Bric is most at home in the nursery in Manila. Given these facts, I still would NOT abandon Cebu. NEVER. I will always keep coming home and I am only too happy and feel most fortunate that I can offer Bric two worlds, two homes and two 'cultures'.<br /><br />I have gotten quite used to the pace in Manila, though. In Manila, it takes 30 minutes just to go from the house to the office. Here in Cebu, it's just 2 minutes or even less. I could actually run to go to our office and be here in a minute since it's just next door with just a hole in the wall acting as the gate. Hehe... In Cebu, what takes me 30 minutes is the drive from our house to the beach, or even less. Or the drive from our house to Chateau, or even less. Yes, Cebu is just a small city but complete with all the cosmopolitan comforts. The pace though is just kinda making me sleepy. You accomplish so much in a day that you actually run out of things to do. No wonder I had so much time for badminton when I was here... or golf... or my extra curricular activities. <br /><br />Here, it's so easy to organize get togethers while in Manila, I'm too lazy to even contact my friends since I have to plan my route. Here, everyone knows everyone while Manila is just tooo big. Traffic is bad in Manila. Cebu's is better. But what I love in Cebu is our food. Aaahhh... lechon, barbecue, Fely's cooking, Chateau's spaghetti. And I love how it's just so easy to spend a day at the beach and be close to nature. <br /><br />I am glad and mighty proud to be a Cebuana. And even if Cebu isn't exactly my home anymore, a part of me will always feel that way, a part of me will always insist that I always visit, a part of me will always be Cebu. A huge, important part.Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-44452175887030511422008-12-31T15:03:00.000-08:002008-12-31T15:10:13.701-08:00Without BricToday, I found the time to pack up half a balikbayan box and update, sort of, this blog. Bric is with Mama Rona and Papa Japa shopping in Belz Factory Outlet. He CHOSE to go with them of HIS own FREE WILL. Hehehe... So, I have a little more freedom today, except that I'm kinda missing him a lot. Hehehe...<div><br /></div><div>Yesterday was the first time we left him with Daddy Dic and Mommy Lai for one afternoon. Again, it was HIS choice, he was wanting to be with Robyn, Riley and Ranger. Lai convinced me that it was really ok for them to take care of Bric. I was hesitant... not so much because I thought Bric wouldn't be ok, but more because I was worried for Dic and Lai. Hahah... Bric is such an active kid and such a teaser. He will test his limit.</div><div><br /></div><div>So anyway, while we were out for a few hours to a car dealer with Rod, Zhar, Ate and Japa, Bric was with Lai and Dic. When we got home at around 8pm, they were filled with funny stories about Bric. </div><div><br /></div><div>They talked of how Bric wailed for "Mommy" when he woke up from his nap. Prior to that he was a good, manageable boy. Post nap and realizing I wasn't around, he was "nagwala". Poor baby... I mean, poor Rondic and Lai. They were trying to appease him. Then there was once he squatted and let out a loud, foul smelling fart that Dic and Lai thought he made poo-poo. When they checked the diaper bag, there was but a single wipe left. hahaha.. Panic time for them. Lai told Dic to improvise. Ooopss.. til next time.. Bric just stepped inside the door. </div><div><br /></div><div>To friends, happy new year!!! :)</div>Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-67930866245063827922008-12-18T19:09:00.001-08:002008-12-18T19:11:47.572-08:00With A LOT of help from FamilyIt's 7:09pm, Thursday and it just snowed yesterday in Henderson, Nevada. Bric and I, together with Rod and Zhar, arrived last Saturday, December 14 and so far, I'm surviving without a yaya but with a LOT of help from family. Thank GOD for family!!!<div><br /></div><div>Boydee is set to join us on Saturday. Counting the days... </div>Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-42915264854928537742008-12-13T05:27:00.000-08:002008-12-13T05:45:23.516-08:00Bric turns 2We're all packed except for Bric's sterilizer and my night kit. We're off tomorrow for MAJOR Mommy-Son bonding to the US to spend Christmas with the Dizon family. I have butterflies in my stomach since I will be yaya-less for almost 4 weeks!!! The long flight alone is making my tummy jumble. But I will have faith!!! And I prayed to God for stamina! Heheh... :)<br /><br />I am quite excited to spend time with Bric. He is such a bundle of energy! Today, he turned two! We had lunch at Choi Garden with his Ninong Rod and Tita Zhar who kindly bought a birthday cake for him. Ate, Japa and the Gavinos sang the birthday song for him on the phone but they couldn't make it to lunch since they were on their way to the airport to catch their flight to Vegas. Bawi na lang sa States in Chuck E Cheese :)<br /><br />After lunch, we headed home and Bric took his nap. Boydee and I fixed our Christmas list and gifts. At 4pm, I brought Bric to the Doctor for his check up and typhoid shot. He was such a brave boy!!! Didn't even cry nor whimper when he was injected. Tita Doc was so impressed. She was also impressed that he can identify numbers and letters now. But what really got to her was how heavy he's become. In just two weeks, he gained almost 1 kilo! He is now 16kg!!! And he's only 2!<br /><br />At 6pm, we (Boydee, Rod, Zhar, Yaya Mila and myself) heard Mass in Dela Strada and asked the priest to bless Bric. Then we bought food in Chow King for the house help and drivers. They sang Happy Birthday for Bric and Bric, on cue, blew the candle! He was so overwhelmed, he wanted to blow the candle again. So we lit it up for him... again. Hehe...<br /><br />Turning a year older really has a lot of developmental milestones for babies. Last year, before he turned 1, he learned how to walk already. This time around, a few days before he turned 2, he's learned how to say 2-syllable words! He relishes the sound he makes when he calls me "Mam-mee". It's music to my ears!!! Just today, he's saying "Da-dee". He can also easily memorize songs.<br /><br />In fact, we've rehearsed Jingle Bells for Christmas.<br /> Mommy: Jingle<br /> Bric: Bells<br /> (repeat)<br /> Mommy: Jingle all the<br /> Bric: Way<br /> Mommy: Oh What fun it is to ride in a one horse open sleigh!<br /> Bric: Hey!<br />And that goes on and on. His super favorite song is Old McDonald and he'd be the one to give us which animals Old McDonald had in his farm. Although with the animals he mentions, it's more of a zoo than a farm so he calls that song, Zoo. He tells me, Mam, sing Zoo. :)<br /><br />I hope Bric had a fun birthday. As for us, I can only thank God for giving us this energetic bundle of joy to us. He is one not-so-small package of ultra-huge love! Happy Birthday Baby!!! We love you very much!!!Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-49164952284433691132008-12-09T08:02:00.000-08:002008-12-09T08:13:27.035-08:00Kikay DayToday was Kikay day for me and Bric. <br /><br />Bought Bric a stroller yesterday after bringing Mommy Nonie to the airport. I got Bric a Maclaren Triumph in a beautiful brown color with blue accents. This will be most helpful for our trip to the US. I mean, I can't be carrying our 15.2kg baby in my arms the whole time while carrying my hand bag, his diaper bag and my laptop bag. No, no, no. So, Lai was right! I do need a stroller in the airport. Hehe... And Zhar heaved a sigh of relief when I told her I'll be bringing a stroller. Rod and Zhar will be our travelling companions and I am thanking them in advance for okaying that we, Bric and I, travel with them. Hehe.. They'll help me take care of my energetic, hyper, lovable bundle of joy. :)<br /><br />It was high time for Bric to have a trim. His curls were growing too long. So we broke in his stroller and went to Kid's Hair Salon for a trim. He sat on this black car and watched tv at the same time, I had to soothe him to keep him on his seat. A few minutes after, he was sporting a neat trim and we had lunch at KFC with Yaya Mila. He gorged on KFC chicken. Hehe... I think his favorite part in eating at fast food restaurants is that he can sip his water in the bottle with a straw. He looves playing with the straw and gulping with it. Hehe...<br /><br />After his haircut, we went to our office. Then, he went home for his nap. I did some office work and proceeded to my appointment with Louis Kee. If there's anyone I trust with total abandon with my hair, it's Louie. He was introduced to me by Tita Margot Osmena and from then on, I have my once a year hair appointments with him. He's a bit pricey but he cuts and colors really well. He has that special ability of making his 'cut' look even nicer as your hair grows. He has his own salon finally at One McKinley Place in Taguig. It's behind McDo and UCC. <br /><br />A few hours after, I was on my way home, hot headed from being hungry. I ate bihon and turbo'd chicken while watching Dyosa and Betty La Fea. Then, I semi-packed for our trip. Ordered Yellow Cab Pizza and am blogging now. <br /><br />Will zzzzzzzz soon. :)Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-7914707416083629812008-12-08T20:48:00.000-08:002008-12-08T20:52:40.254-08:00Christmas ShoppingI'm all frantic what with Christmas Day coming up and we're almost leaving for the States. So, Boydee and I worked on our, mostly his, list while I did most of the shopping.<br /><br />My favorite Shopping place for kids is Rustan's in Edsa. They truly know how to make me feel like a queen. Now, there's a store that champions customer service! They really take care of you.<br /><br />Another recent discovery of mine is Makro. We went there to scout for Christmas baskets for our staff. Robert, the one in charge of the foods section, was so efficient and helpful. <br /><br />Thank goodness we already have stores who make customer service a priority. It takes a load of pressure off especially with the Christmas rush. <br /><br />To Rustans and Makro, keep up the good work!Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-37498678382985687712008-12-05T09:14:00.000-08:002008-12-05T09:22:49.337-08:00Birthday and Christmas Gift Suggestions for BricThis post should read... What Mommy Wants for Bric on his Birthday and/or for Christmas. Hehehe... So, for all of Bric's Ninongs and Ninangs out there who will be reading my blog, this one's for you.<br /><br />Educational toys - may include books (hard pages), coloring books, blocks, etc.<br /><br />Clothes - His size is anywhere between 3T-4T. And he's only just about to turn 2 this December 13.<br /><br />Shoes - His feet is already 6 inches... Not sure what shoe size that translates to.<br /><br />What he's loving right now: Animals!!!, Sesame Street characters, Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, Lion King (he can memorize the songs in this film but can't pronounce them yet. hehe)<br />Runners Up: Pooh and Santa Claus :), Dora<br /><br />There! That should make things easier :)Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30422736.post-88543773708391545202008-11-28T08:21:00.001-08:002008-11-28T08:21:39.003-08:00And again... hehe...<div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; width: 425px;'><object id='A165936' quality='high' data='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=9iX2o2xq6Hryuoc5&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' height='319' width='425'><param name='wmode' value='transparent'></param><param name='movie' value='http://aka.zero.jibjab.com/client/zero/ClientZero_EmbedViewer.swf?external_make_id=9iX2o2xq6Hryuoc5&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself'></param><param name='scaleMode' value='showAll'></param><param name='quality' value='high'></param><param name='allowNetworking' value='all'></param><param name='allowFullScreen' value='true' /><param name='FlashVars' value='external_make_id=9iX2o2xq6Hryuoc5&service=sendables.jibjab.com&partnerID=ElfYourself'></param><param name='allowScriptAccess' value='always'></param></object><div style='text-align:center; width:435px; margin-top:6px;'>Send your own <a href='http://www.elfyourself.com'>ElfYourself</a> <a href='http://sendables.jibjab.com/sendables'>eCards</a></div></div><img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIyNzg4OTI1OTkwNyZwdD*xMjI3ODg5Mjg5NDExJnA9NDE4ODEzJmQ9MjAyNjczJm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImdD*mbz*4NWM2MzA1NWY2NzU*MGNjYWEzNjMwYWYzNDY3NTMyOQ==.gif" />Olivia Dizonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14731213278195401723noreply@blogger.com0