tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-65758137236207666052024-03-19T19:25:22.011+08:00diane wants to write Hi! My name is Diane and welcome to my personal and lifestyle blog. Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.comBlogger1191125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-45931610868161505592024-03-10T18:26:00.005+08:002024-03-13T11:34:52.582+08:00Restless <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizGU3hyQ-OrCvR8jOpkuGK7KFIpVfm8PN_8pJKRHzCjZIaZvEjCJbCUC7fBVpK6kZD_X5CGUm1OtRNlNsNDezLqlbkWqYvGHT13UCtNgmRprwwFw7ALqV3eoc-WE55uJQ0L71wqHjWzYzSmKkWby-jiSDYry1ujjCClPGVJo4m4d72l8avrI-kDrNqwGc2/s1279/pexels-skitterphoto-447440.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="854" data-original-width="1279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizGU3hyQ-OrCvR8jOpkuGK7KFIpVfm8PN_8pJKRHzCjZIaZvEjCJbCUC7fBVpK6kZD_X5CGUm1OtRNlNsNDezLqlbkWqYvGHT13UCtNgmRprwwFw7ALqV3eoc-WE55uJQ0L71wqHjWzYzSmKkWby-jiSDYry1ujjCClPGVJo4m4d72l8avrI-kDrNqwGc2/s16000/pexels-skitterphoto-447440.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">New year, new beginnings. Sure enough, there were new beginnings that came. Along with it as always, are tests of strength. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">When mom passed away, the immediate concern was my special brother. The first few months were filled with fears, worries and tears. After a few months, we found a reliable care giver. We now consider her as our family. We would not have made it without her. She was our answered prayer. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p style="text-align: justify;">A few more trials came in 2022. Me and my special brother became COVID positive. Everyone was worried of my brother, who was never given clearance for COVID vaccine. With the help of a few people, including the kindness of Jackie and Kiko, we survived. I remember, writing somewhere, it was the happiest day of my life. My brother surviving COVID was enough blessing. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">A few months after, my brother had crying episodes we can't understand. We consulted a gastroenterologist, which didn't eliminate his pain. I inquired to a Physical Therapist, who led me to a very accommodating Rehab doctor. It was another small win for me and my Dad.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Christmas came, we had another problem. He had edema. After taking the medications from the initial consultation, nothing happened. We waited for a few weeks, my brother improved.</p><p style="text-align: justify;">It was only now when I realized, all these happened in a span of one year. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">2023 was a healthier year for my brother. We thought we can already handle everything on the succeeding year. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">And 2024 came, we had our first emergency trip to the hospital. In the middle of a work day, I received the most frightening phone call after my mom's death. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">It was my first trip to the emergency room, with my brother as the patient. I'll spare the details, but the experience gave me more fears and worries. I became more restless. I felt so defeated. It was one of those days when I wished I still had a mom. I wish I worked harder and became a better provider. I wish things were different. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">They say that pains, trials and challenges, will change you. It will make you stronger and as they say, resilient. But at this point, I'm way far from being transformed. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">If there's anything, I'm thankful for the support system. They deserve another post. We would not have made it this day without them. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I still feel weak and defeated. We are still waiting for positive results. But as always, I'm holding on. Everything will be better. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">-----</p><p style="text-align: justify;">March 11, 2024</p><p style="text-align: justify;">My brother survived. The ride from the hospital to our home was one of the most memorable. I still have fears and tears I've been keeping. Yet at the end of the day, I'm grateful that we made it as a family. </p>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-48806632751078368452024-02-04T23:47:00.000+08:002024-02-04T23:47:15.054+08:00Been a while <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuaei9lywZg7z9UmkNiS554zTM0KHZvagzHaRim_6ffF5WDLWQyTasJUGQAWnaXurF6LqVeSbAtFv6DxJymXy32enp3muHUHgjhqeSc8YR5kaKNMZG2Bw775UB7fIlCTQbEFounmLzDQiStIhea-CiJSf3y5C9pjlY1ZlfG8awLg_B_dEs_CIkLAxcR3jl/s1280/pexels-jess-loiterton-4603831.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuaei9lywZg7z9UmkNiS554zTM0KHZvagzHaRim_6ffF5WDLWQyTasJUGQAWnaXurF6LqVeSbAtFv6DxJymXy32enp3muHUHgjhqeSc8YR5kaKNMZG2Bw775UB7fIlCTQbEFounmLzDQiStIhea-CiJSf3y5C9pjlY1ZlfG8awLg_B_dEs_CIkLAxcR3jl/s16000/pexels-jess-loiterton-4603831.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></p><p>It's been a while ... </p><p>Years ago, this was my routine. I would spend my Saturday or Sunday nights taking photos for my freelance work and Instagram account. I will check my phone for photos from the entire week and blog about everything during the weekend. Things changed. Mostly came from my mother's death almost three years ago, additional responsibilities and as always, challenges from the workplace. </p><p>I wanted to detail everything here. But a blog post will not be enough. I also don't know where and how to start. Though I have to admit, it feels good whenever I'm able to write down everything. </p><p>Before writing this post, I checked the blogs I follow the past years. It felt sad. There were no more updated posts from people I follow years ago. It seems like everyone moved on. Everyone outgrew blogging. Yet here I am, hoping to still see everyone. One of them entered the world of motherhood, another secured a higher position at work, one relocated somewhere and the rest, I have no idea. I haven't personally met some of them. But seeing their absence, made me sad.</p><p>Then at work, I thought everything will be better after last year. It was good until it lasted. Last Friday, I realized, it will be another cycle. I'm praying for strength. I had no other options anyway. </p><p>There are good days. There are challenging days. Some days, everything feel perfect. Then there are those, designed to make me stronger. </p><p>We are often told, leave the past. But this time, I'm missing some parts of my past. </p>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-38251269778480501402023-08-26T21:34:00.002+08:002024-03-13T11:38:17.182+08:00Casa Mellifera <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZ_OPP8PkTYCEO3ZKtSbt_RAuVUCzmOcbuuL7kiVVA6e63HAOwY56hi_oQtdshgJAv3c03Sm1X29I9_LAsqzPJABa-R_EiB1ivPCH70JxR3mc2U_P7ikQkz2ctteurs55EIoSvWChoiChbiokcA1OgPXha2K_BR2ucDp9qdSHBiky9a6z8zyJ0aH6oOpp/s5184/xblog_IMG_0827.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="5184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZZ_OPP8PkTYCEO3ZKtSbt_RAuVUCzmOcbuuL7kiVVA6e63HAOwY56hi_oQtdshgJAv3c03Sm1X29I9_LAsqzPJABa-R_EiB1ivPCH70JxR3mc2U_P7ikQkz2ctteurs55EIoSvWChoiChbiokcA1OgPXha2K_BR2ucDp9qdSHBiky9a6z8zyJ0aH6oOpp/s16000/xblog_IMG_0827.jpg" /></a></div><br />Today was great. I was blessed with an extended weekend break, which allowed me to take time off from work. We were suppose to visit the mall again for the Sistine Chapel's exhibit at Capital Commons. On the last minute, I changed my mind. I wanted a change of scenery. My social media account's algorithm must be perfectly working. It gave me suggestions near my hometown. I encountered a Tiktok video about Casa Mellifera and in a snap, I chose this over another trip to the mall. <p></p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p>Its address felt familiar and true enough, it's situated a few meters away from <a href="https://www.dianewantstowrite.com/2019/04/burrow-cafe-at-antipolo-beehouse.html" target="_blank"><b>Burrow Cafe</b></a>. I also learned that the same family manages <a href="https://www.facebook.com/casamelliferaph" target="_blank"><b>Cafe Mellifera.</b></a> Hence, the same system of reservation is implemented. You have to answer their<a href="https://docs.google.com/forms/d/1MYzzaMwkjlFpEzhfbfOiMk2z6Zbq8M3ndx7uAIGtqik/viewform?fbclid=IwAR1iYdJpWqgo9uWGR5kMTasmPqmXIVDKtfYsg8iSia4p5KKnGsFgb5E5btc&edit_requested=true" target="_blank"><b> google form</b></a> to secure a reservation. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIq-bPuZME52gWqe2T3eF724WHhIbrMuT1cH9dm5XdwFkHmPnTgbFYuNP1Zex355zmqIZgPakJlgykzRXXSX16EfgKz2EVauJ7475Fs2TEsnDaxWtSoXgx7gnGPjY2hCi4t2Rgq2YV-tIpkEvOdQlZk96t2hUXuLKWpJPY7GeHv4J4zyffmJGYPhgvOWUQ/s5184/blog_IMG_0865.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="5184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIq-bPuZME52gWqe2T3eF724WHhIbrMuT1cH9dm5XdwFkHmPnTgbFYuNP1Zex355zmqIZgPakJlgykzRXXSX16EfgKz2EVauJ7475Fs2TEsnDaxWtSoXgx7gnGPjY2hCi4t2Rgq2YV-tIpkEvOdQlZk96t2hUXuLKWpJPY7GeHv4J4zyffmJGYPhgvOWUQ/s16000/blog_IMG_0865.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> The scenery is always a much welcomed break from my city life. </div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8gWwq9e7tTvDGS5c8kd429AAhfhRY16zB0ZE1TUYL6vwcHCpfYi2sXiFeM-dEVyMkfluvJDVAwETl25jFBnAnEkN7HYdgIjfpPjyEyMs3r3ybVjjl98AO7Se85f074TcGiWhayJQrX-SJXSEM13ZgB-hJFgwO5Krwl7A8Q4KXls83acn_syDvpGR9xUSL/s5184/blog_IMG_0858.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="5184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8gWwq9e7tTvDGS5c8kd429AAhfhRY16zB0ZE1TUYL6vwcHCpfYi2sXiFeM-dEVyMkfluvJDVAwETl25jFBnAnEkN7HYdgIjfpPjyEyMs3r3ybVjjl98AO7Se85f074TcGiWhayJQrX-SJXSEM13ZgB-hJFgwO5Krwl7A8Q4KXls83acn_syDvpGR9xUSL/s16000/blog_IMG_0858.jpg" /></a></div><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3X8fD84d1MUbMUCJJPQ-8O7CXkkKH23abvKhcuWRqHD3epHckPiBoC9yzpFeuVUKHVyjnfoYoEu7XUWb_28B0a710TE-FHvY0nDYpPurK2ejcXF0PJRE7n3Wkpw05zTrFFhFDNFExQL1agtaIn3Qd0PRe8jKqFhiLyaikBWw51AaZkpGeTP_HHRbglgmm/s5184/blog_IMG_0784.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="5184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3X8fD84d1MUbMUCJJPQ-8O7CXkkKH23abvKhcuWRqHD3epHckPiBoC9yzpFeuVUKHVyjnfoYoEu7XUWb_28B0a710TE-FHvY0nDYpPurK2ejcXF0PJRE7n3Wkpw05zTrFFhFDNFExQL1agtaIn3Qd0PRe8jKqFhiLyaikBWw51AaZkpGeTP_HHRbglgmm/s16000/blog_IMG_0784.jpg" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Glass windows overlooking the brook within the property </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXlQBuG6V29KHq0Uws58hTdjLXADHxZQFaNIksSkmpsadY9sSRj32gP9xM9HSi-sZsJgqED6pBCed0cd5vNPajbXk0tTMs1p0jPTSnEs52WaBbay9w5kDHcw6cwWsVBGPYAB4y7hxgEd2K8NfeX8WJql0NbIGE4IavQ38r6Gh0U_t7ONaaJ4YwB9CM2Bu/s4676/blog_IMG_0775.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3045" data-original-width="4676" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXlQBuG6V29KHq0Uws58hTdjLXADHxZQFaNIksSkmpsadY9sSRj32gP9xM9HSi-sZsJgqED6pBCed0cd5vNPajbXk0tTMs1p0jPTSnEs52WaBbay9w5kDHcw6cwWsVBGPYAB4y7hxgEd2K8NfeX8WJql0NbIGE4IavQ38r6Gh0U_t7ONaaJ4YwB9CM2Bu/s16000/blog_IMG_0775.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p>It was unfortunately raining when we arrived. But still, the place had its own charm even in a gloomy weather. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFIP6CK2KTdIooezrls7mWAbj6ZMNggYyQ0wSCXLXwBABU4G5DfYgnj486A9HFOjnAdehcAqzTjyhK6TPbinus_2GNHkwAljQxfxk2UB7ltQXULqgfdeKML1ZKvEJLPMjDG0TfDbuWLvmh-sv6pTwRZPnmaJpJNqscb83OFNXlzl2HG_cAhSnOL9WSWLUO/s1500/blog_IMG_0771.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1090" data-original-width="1500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFIP6CK2KTdIooezrls7mWAbj6ZMNggYyQ0wSCXLXwBABU4G5DfYgnj486A9HFOjnAdehcAqzTjyhK6TPbinus_2GNHkwAljQxfxk2UB7ltQXULqgfdeKML1ZKvEJLPMjDG0TfDbuWLvmh-sv6pTwRZPnmaJpJNqscb83OFNXlzl2HG_cAhSnOL9WSWLUO/s16000/blog_IMG_0771.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">The main restaurant looks like a mini version of the Burrow Cafe</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtyORPOJAwY-4Kt37U13UKr_8YxB5nPwkvVl3_NiauM3LCENo5Ght2hmU5WC88qqL_EQu9wqS44I9x0YVl-KUAAWbbH7xX3lEBVVbWf11GahaWpH69CE1t9XiNzgQR_P_g-whI_zWLY1Tsq2aO2MJ1BtZxHGt8lgBsnb0zafi8-x6qNQaBIWDtMEX_jntA/s5184/xblog_IMG_0825.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="5184" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtyORPOJAwY-4Kt37U13UKr_8YxB5nPwkvVl3_NiauM3LCENo5Ght2hmU5WC88qqL_EQu9wqS44I9x0YVl-KUAAWbbH7xX3lEBVVbWf11GahaWpH69CE1t9XiNzgQR_P_g-whI_zWLY1Tsq2aO2MJ1BtZxHGt8lgBsnb0zafi8-x6qNQaBIWDtMEX_jntA/s16000/xblog_IMG_0825.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p>We ordered a lot of food. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqqRFKY04yRLwHHoQooiuHi-Q02EgeYSz6oTiudkCYrdrnvXE3ggBUSSLJG5auS-pLXsLeGNVK7Pxiwbs5kZsgGJWgP4g9F2CGl5FX9pZVxpNVB-iklJdMkaOoiVHtHPkagNvvPi0VQRlpjRoxtzVNPpcqnFpEu3X1z0DlGTo_vPbdaWcFUpqXqXLMkir/s4670/blog_IMG_0796.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3442" data-original-width="4670" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYqqRFKY04yRLwHHoQooiuHi-Q02EgeYSz6oTiudkCYrdrnvXE3ggBUSSLJG5auS-pLXsLeGNVK7Pxiwbs5kZsgGJWgP4g9F2CGl5FX9pZVxpNVB-iklJdMkaOoiVHtHPkagNvvPi0VQRlpjRoxtzVNPpcqnFpEu3X1z0DlGTo_vPbdaWcFUpqXqXLMkir/s16000/blog_IMG_0796.jpg" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">The bowl of tapa is overflowing, it can already serve two persons. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A few weeks ago, I was seeking a diversion from my usual environment. An out of town getaway is not feasible. I ended asking my cousins of a nearby relaxing place. She suggested, Do Güd Cafe. After attending to some family errands, I decided to spent my rare vacation leave to this hidden cafe.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">It's tucked in one of the quiet streets in my hometown. I believe it used to be a residential site converted to a discrete and homey cafe. It has indoor and outdoor spaces, equipped with wifi connection, which makes it perfect for clients who wish to work or study. They serve breakfast and rice meals, on top of their usual coffee and tea drinks. Non-coffee drinkers like me can also enjoy their selection of fruit juices.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">As someone who avoids the crowd and prefer quiet and relaxing places, Do Güd Cafe is one of my best options. I will definitely go back to this place one of these days. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br />Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-6228547288688045052023-07-30T19:34:00.000+08:002023-07-30T19:34:12.182+08:005 Best Luxurious Hotels in Marina Bay Sands, Singapore<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHdWDClDlJO-z5uEizvHUFrgRVGSKwQn1sABV1Ac1kQna8i34JaNz0hpDVLkWINw2kLwh6MUKvPLJ51gPCCwVv2ibboIcXkJDwsOuU5-1dKmAsYYgAW6e4qm_kpC9iktBxAg139ZtFWd7HBxE-Qufe0oaNqdnnY1wu83rHoAx4Q3Om2StVeqhOpr39-2n/s1279/pexels-alesia-kozik-6016751.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="914" data-original-width="1279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiHdWDClDlJO-z5uEizvHUFrgRVGSKwQn1sABV1Ac1kQna8i34JaNz0hpDVLkWINw2kLwh6MUKvPLJ51gPCCwVv2ibboIcXkJDwsOuU5-1dKmAsYYgAW6e4qm_kpC9iktBxAg139ZtFWd7HBxE-Qufe0oaNqdnnY1wu83rHoAx4Q3Om2StVeqhOpr39-2n/s16000/pexels-alesia-kozik-6016751.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Marina Bay is a highly coveted area in Singapore, widely recognized for its stunning architecture, scenic views, and luxurious hotels, among other exceptional features. Known to be a must-visit destination for anyone visiting Singapore, Marina Bay is home to several world-class hotels that offer excellent services and amenities, such as <a href="https://www.traveloka.com/en-sg/hotel/singapore/the-fullerton-hotel-singapore-10589" target="_blank"><b>Fullerton Hotel.</b></a> </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p style="text-align: justify;">If you plan a trip to Singapore, you do not want to take advantage of the opportunity to stay in Marina Bay. We have compiled a comprehensive list of 5 luxurious hotels highly recommended for your stay in this area. Each hotel is unique and offers a range of services and amenities to cater to the different preferences of travelers.</p><div><div>Luxurious Hotels Recommendation in Singapore</div><div><br /></div><div><b>1. The Fullerton Hotel Singapore</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Location: 1 Fullerton Square, Marina Bay, Singapore, 049178</div><div>Price: starts from SGD 504</div><div><a href="https://www.traveloka.com/en-sg/hotel/singapore/the-fullerton-hotel-singapore-10589" target="_blank"><b>The Fullerton Hotel Singapore </b></a>is an elegant 5-star hotel housed in a beautifully restored heritage building in the city's heart. The hotel has 400 rooms and suites that are tastefully furnished and equipped with modern amenities. The hotel also features a rooftop infinity pool, a fitness center, and multiple dining options, among other exceptional features. This hotel is an excellent choice for a luxurious stay in Marina Bay.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>2. Marina Bay Sands</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Location: 10 Bayfront Avenue, Marina Bay, Singapore, 018956</div><div>Price: starts from SGD 735</div><div><b><a href="https://www.traveloka.com/en-sg/hotel/singapore/marina-bay-sands-3000020003568" target="_blank">Marina Bay Sands</a></b> is one of the most recognizable landmarks in Singapore, and it is located in Marina Bay. The hotel's breathtaking architecture makes it stand out from the rest. With 2561 rooms and suites, each with stunning views of the city, this hotel is an excellent choice for anyone looking for a luxurious stay in Marina Bay. The hotel also boasts the world's largest rooftop infinity pool, multiple dining options, a casino, and a shopping mall that caters to the different preferences of guests. This hotel is a prime choice for anyone looking for an unforgettable stay in Marina Bay.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>3. The Ritz-Carlton, Millenia Singapore (SG Clean) </b></div><div><br /></div><div>Location: 7 Raffles Avenue, Marina Bay, Singapore, 039799</div><div>Price: starts from SGD 701</div><div><a href="https://www.traveloka.com/en-sg/hotel/singapore/the-ritz-carlton-millenia-singapore-sg-clean-10626?spec=10-04-2023.11-04-2023.1.1.HOTEL.10626..1" target="_blank"><b>The Ritz-Carlton, Millenia Singapore (SG Clean) </b></a>is a 5-star hotel located just steps away from Marina Bay and offers guests stunning views of the city skyline. The hotel has 608 rooms and suites that are spacious and elegantly furnished. The hotel also features a 4,200-piece art collection, a spa, and multiple dining options, among other exceptional features. This hotel is an excellent choice for anyone looking for a luxurious stay in Marina Bay.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>4. PARKROYAL COLLECTION Marina Bay, Singapore</b></div><div><br /></div><div>Location: 6 Raffles Boulevard, Marina Bay, Singapore, 039594</div><div>Price: starts from SGD 500</div><div><a href="https://www.traveloka.com/en-sg/hotel/singapore/parkroyal-collection-marina-bay-singapore-10603?spec=10-04-2023.11-04-2023.1.1.HOTEL.10603..1" target="_blank"><b>PARKROYAL COLLECTION Marina Bay, Singapore</b></a> is a luxurious 5-star hotel located right in the heart of Marina Bay, offering guests easy access to the Marina Bay Sands and the Gardens by the Bay. The hotel has 575 rooms and suites that are elegantly furnished and equipped with modern amenities. </div><div>The hotel also features an outdoor pool, a fitness center, and multiple dining options, among other exceptional features. This hotel is a great choice for anyone looking for a luxurious stay in Marina Bay.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>5. PARKROYAL COLLECTION Pickering, Singapore </b></div><div><br /></div><div>Location: 3 Upper Pickering Street, Marina Bay, Singapore, 058289</div><div>Price: starts from SDG 475</div><div><a href="https://www.traveloka.com/en-sg/hotel/singapore/parkroyal-collection-pickering-singapore--407120?spec=10-04-2023.11-04-2023.1.1.HOTEL.407120..1" target="_blank"><b>PARKROYAL COLLECTION Pickering, Singapore</b> </a> known as an eco-friendly hotel is located just a short walk away from Marina Bay and features a unique vertical garden facade. The hotel has 367 rooms and suites that are spacious and elegantly furnished. </div><div>The hotel also features a rooftop infinity pool, a fitness center, and multiple dining options, among other exceptional features. This hotel is an excellent choice for anyone looking for an eco-friendly and luxurious stay in Marina Bay.</div><div><br /></div><div>Marina Bay is a fantastic area to stay in Singapore, offering stunning views, luxurious amenities, and easy access to the city's top attractions. These 5 hotels offer a range of price points and amenities, making them great options for any traveler. Don't hesitate to book your stay at one of these exceptional hotels for an unforgettable experience in Marina Bay only on Traveloka! </div></div>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-24488768317507689102023-07-24T22:36:00.004+08:002023-07-25T12:52:33.449+08:00Life Update <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mt04XvtkX57MP_jmzA_tRv_QZph3idzAR9qXk6dtKmvI8vRy5-xC1hVEMcziTAp7A2gevHAOVC_LLeHQiei_H5s9eBwDWIqZuIR18Asdo3ao53z-PUvdEVfsUOSX-3voQOx9M029XHXZT54T69nM_hn_Fvv_azC3WYQ0P-PEgLzkRL4JT-ybL58juyEv/s1280/pexels-valiphotos-589802.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_mt04XvtkX57MP_jmzA_tRv_QZph3idzAR9qXk6dtKmvI8vRy5-xC1hVEMcziTAp7A2gevHAOVC_LLeHQiei_H5s9eBwDWIqZuIR18Asdo3ao53z-PUvdEVfsUOSX-3voQOx9M029XHXZT54T69nM_hn_Fvv_azC3WYQ0P-PEgLzkRL4JT-ybL58juyEv/s16000/pexels-valiphotos-589802.jpg" /></a></div><br />Hello there! It's been a while. While my posts are diminishing, I don't have intentions of closing this blog. I intend to maintain and update my silent space here. <p></p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p>So much has happened in the last three months, I don't even know where and how to start. There are heartaches and some heart warming moments along the way.</p><p>After months of waiting, my Dad finally started his eye operation.We are 1/2, we still have to wait another month to address his cataract. Dad's case is a bit complicated. While doing the paperworks and check ups of my Dad, I was reminded of my Mom. I hope she is proud of me. </p><p>Leadership at work is in transition for the longest time. Everything remains uncertain, which includes my employment. </p><p>Work has consumed me and my mental health in the past months. I cried endless times to people who weren't my friends. I sought advice to people I never thought would enlighten me. I reached out to people I never thought would save me. I had cousins who felt I needed help and they came to my rescue. A friend I haven't seen for months obliged my need for company. </p><p>In between the difficult times, I had older colleagues who made everything lighter. I hope I will have more opportunities to work with them. I also discovered hidden betrayals and people conniving against me.</p><p>A group of friends decided to cut me off their circle. I remained civil with them. I decided to play the role of the oldest and mature person. My presence would also ruin the support system of someone who needed it more. I had to give way and respect their decisions. </p><p>Four years ago, I made a life changing decision of accepting a promotion at work. I depended to that one long time friend who told me that I deserve the position. She reminded me, I should just learn to manage to my emotions along with the promotion. Fast forward now, I painfully learned how she doubted my capabilities. Someone told me, my long time friend said that my attitude will not make me handle the promotion. I can still hear her voice, how she encouraged me to accept the position. Yet at the end of the day, she emerged as one of those silently against me. </p><p>I was betrayed. I was living in a lie the past years. I held on to a support system that has been stabbing me. Half of me wants to confront and know the truth behind. But part of me remains in denial and devastated at the same time. </p><p>It's painful that some people I loved and trusted decided to cut me off their lives, while making me appear as the complete antagonist. They celebrate amidst my adversity.</p><p>It pains me that people see me as someone who left her friends. But in reality, it was their decision to leave and hurt me. </p><p>If there's anything I remain grateful, it's the fact that Dad and Kuya remain healthy. I have cousins who remain as my reliable support system. I still have people who believe in me. And someone, sent me these messages </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscMnJyxt64bOS6vRg-WSZKH-bgLSd_OVaJp-_1ENV4d3BSHiOV3F6DqGTXK4xXoOWbtJV9gwO_zWlpcEVh5t97_BXfNpHK7BPWiM9C3xKnxrdZwc5vYYo-eQJ4cFXo3teIpJeUQ5gre7yOXXOjfkJK3WWBTnDo8Gs8GCiekpaAPeGm_l_q5JAXx0z5dCe/s1124/unnamed1.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="1124" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjscMnJyxt64bOS6vRg-WSZKH-bgLSd_OVaJp-_1ENV4d3BSHiOV3F6DqGTXK4xXoOWbtJV9gwO_zWlpcEVh5t97_BXfNpHK7BPWiM9C3xKnxrdZwc5vYYo-eQJ4cFXo3teIpJeUQ5gre7yOXXOjfkJK3WWBTnDo8Gs8GCiekpaAPeGm_l_q5JAXx0z5dCe/s16000/unnamed1.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4NiRwnQNI-tx9wUOm2gohQ8ctqQP2_R6j5wUJJfuQTNjMeQW-Hfc8frKH-AZH4tPwEkGQAcRE-_K8nK5ITlyfEIuNHHeofkEjGIGqPTVQ-Ytw5aBlvmd2L5Dca6hhvbWnBsC8vJ61bfrnx_yvGxaONePLije7jJU4TaXG1n5U-SXsx8gX4NNaj7XahQHu/s2048/unnamed.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4NiRwnQNI-tx9wUOm2gohQ8ctqQP2_R6j5wUJJfuQTNjMeQW-Hfc8frKH-AZH4tPwEkGQAcRE-_K8nK5ITlyfEIuNHHeofkEjGIGqPTVQ-Ytw5aBlvmd2L5Dca6hhvbWnBsC8vJ61bfrnx_yvGxaONePLije7jJU4TaXG1n5U-SXsx8gX4NNaj7XahQHu/s16000/unnamed.jpeg" /></a></div>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-11708321199853205962023-05-12T21:57:00.007+08:002023-05-16T01:43:50.649+08:00How to be well <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTRzme-5cdOLioiw_1V9UqwKPA3Z350d-8hFwJZxTPBI1inWpAXPwWpIcH3tXuCZehKgicjHoSN0qxYDYbHfhHGPIt2IEnKk1AaOt3uRLr6SryAHrR1Vcpl4S8ptSZzpKn4LwRhjniy8zMuKYjfNqBMsuHE-EMmlrbOdhrEl0fUXl8PRfm_Az706Wlg/s1280/pexels-zis%CC%A7an-o%CC%88zdemir-7996848.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="844" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigTRzme-5cdOLioiw_1V9UqwKPA3Z350d-8hFwJZxTPBI1inWpAXPwWpIcH3tXuCZehKgicjHoSN0qxYDYbHfhHGPIt2IEnKk1AaOt3uRLr6SryAHrR1Vcpl4S8ptSZzpKn4LwRhjniy8zMuKYjfNqBMsuHE-EMmlrbOdhrEl0fUXl8PRfm_Az706Wlg/s16000/pexels-zis%CC%A7an-o%CC%88zdemir-7996848.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Around this time last year, we were struggling with my brother's health condition. While everyone at the workplace is celebrating a success, I was in despair. It took several doctors to figure out everything. We weren't exactly sure if my brother was already fully healed. We relied on his usual way of expressing pain. He was no longer crying . So I guess the regular physical therapy sessions worked. It was a big win for me and my father. Before the year ended, we had to deal with his edema. A visit to the internist didn't address everything immediately. After the holiday break, his edema eventually subsided. We were left with the bed sore, which was successfully addressed through an online consultation with a dermatologist. </div><span><a name='more'></a></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dealing with my brother's health issues humbled me in many ways. It taught me to pray and trust His ways. I still grieve over Mom's death, but Dad's efforts to keep our family remains as our everyday blessing. He is our family's hero. We have everything we need from Dad's presence. My brother's health is more than enough source of our contentment. We are fine, for as long as my brother is fine. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">All the while, I thought life was close to perfect. But life is making other plans. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My silent struggles and battles are making its presence felt. This is beyond grief. I always thought that other forms of struggles will be easier, once you have experienced grief. I thought I'm equipped with immunity from pain</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">My frustration and desire to be in control introduced me to another kind of pain. A week ago, I felt accomplished. Days after, everything began to fall apart. I feel so defeated. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These are days when I long for my mom's presence. I miss those days when I have a mom who patiently listens. My mom does not always take my side, yet she never questions my decisions. She provided me the opportunity to grow, with the assurance that I always have a home in her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I wish I have the assurance that soon enough, everything will be fine. I wish there was someone who can listen and understand. I wish I can wake up feeling better. I wish my recovery will come as easy, as how pain and sadness easily enter my system. </div>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-22051148964701000592023-04-09T02:50:00.002+08:002023-04-09T11:01:40.986+08:00Life Update - Q1 of 2023 <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4DG9svZ4ktvpuSDFKIh69be4sK9MyPHSsw1-Xrf61lfSMIsyIjUm6ILlUEGsCSBnwNEifSYxzm2p-fYX-vbqNhFyjmBasjsXZ6TnxGCZwqH2gq_Wm4GstWTDE4Qznqp0qTzRCKGk9NdbLWaMeYzK0S5WsHJlb-PaaZ4pX7izowEPnSKySS6yhFuRKlA/s4656/blog_IMG_0481.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3442" data-original-width="4656" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4DG9svZ4ktvpuSDFKIh69be4sK9MyPHSsw1-Xrf61lfSMIsyIjUm6ILlUEGsCSBnwNEifSYxzm2p-fYX-vbqNhFyjmBasjsXZ6TnxGCZwqH2gq_Wm4GstWTDE4Qznqp0qTzRCKGk9NdbLWaMeYzK0S5WsHJlb-PaaZ4pX7izowEPnSKySS6yhFuRKlA/s16000/blog_IMG_0481.jpg" /></a><br />Happy Easter! It feels good to blog again on a Sunday. Years ago. this was my routine. I can never leave a weekend without a Sunday post. I hope to revive this good old habit, even if everyone seems to be leaving the old school blogging. The original bloggers I followed have either shifted to vlogging, a few remained writing and the rest are no longer updating their blogs. The original blogging I know has become obsolete. I'm still hoping that Google will not cease this platform. More than a decade of my life has been archived in this blog It would be hard to migrate everything to another platform. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p>Q1 of 2023 is over. It has its own surprises on me, which was mostly lumped on the month of March. It was my busiest month and looking back, it felt like half of the year happened on March.</p><p><b>Unexpected Minor Surgery -</b> I had my wisdom tooth removed. The doctor initially advised me to schedule it during the Holy Week break. I can't wait that long. In the middle of a busy month, I scheduled the minor surgery. What I thought as a smooth process of healing didn't happen. I was fine a day after the extraction. The succeeding days however were so painful. Ponstan didn't work for me. Added to this, I thought I would result on having a root canal or another tooth extraction. Another extraction wasn't an option for me. Good thing, the dentist found a way for us to avoid another grueling process of root canal. </p><p><b>International Women's Day </b>- I was part of the team that handled the Gender and Development activities at the workplace. We organized several activities since September of last year. I'm grateful to all my friends and family members, who helped me make things happened. I'm all done. </p><p><b>All three of us in the family went to see different dermatologists this month </b>- My father developed skin allergies. I accompanied him to a dermatologist, who successfully addressed everything. I convinced my Father to finally consult a dermatologist for my bed ridden brother. I detailed everything in the <b><a href="https://www.dianewantstowrite.com/2023/04/treating-bed-sores-skin-ulcers-of-bed.html" target="_blank">previous post</a></b>. On one random Saturday, I decided to consult a dermatologist to address problem areas on my face. I had my warts removed, tried <a href="https://www.medicalnewstoday.com/articles/hifu-facial" target="_blank"><b>HIFU</b></a> and became so interested on procedures that can delay signs of aging. </p><p>At the workplace, we also organized a skin care seminar facilitated by a very young dermatologist. My views on botox and other forms or cosmetic surgery changed. I also discovered, there are differences in the beliefs of dermatologists. Some still adhere to the natural way of skin care, while some (especially the younger ones) are more open to the aesthetic side of the field. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQa3vw4vxh26yKo9bxAm0im-MfvBfws72QtA2jcgrF2tNjfruzWfN4l7n4kXTCff47wGUgJ_Sg3O6aqtXIrk19JIIHcC3dT9owMpZ4H0sxtzyo2781lbrt3UJyhPHWQm-O1CYhXcSPjzxjP6JK7jqYZ0lp5jHSvmpcTn0CIUo5DAZ_oSkyIHaaUSzQGA/s4438/blog_IMG_0467.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3059" data-original-width="4438" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQa3vw4vxh26yKo9bxAm0im-MfvBfws72QtA2jcgrF2tNjfruzWfN4l7n4kXTCff47wGUgJ_Sg3O6aqtXIrk19JIIHcC3dT9owMpZ4H0sxtzyo2781lbrt3UJyhPHWQm-O1CYhXcSPjzxjP6JK7jqYZ0lp5jHSvmpcTn0CIUo5DAZ_oSkyIHaaUSzQGA/s16000/blog_IMG_0467.jpg" /></a></div><p>Meanwhile, my default photo during the Holy Week break - A long break means a bag of nachos and some cheese </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPmBKmsgg-WE3Pgag7P8snm5HjlY4J82323P3em6D5vltPSdQnuCNnKCLU7Qb_dZJnEQT772vrXg59hveXSbVn-Bx3WgsxovYufvXillmeMFPnkUwP7N9oV87-XrQf90AOhXDgqmTNx8NULq1pJC55PknJ_9nskn4HVwUKPTK-Dz2MpUthSwsF_PRng/s1000/blog_IMG_0520.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="681" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMPmBKmsgg-WE3Pgag7P8snm5HjlY4J82323P3em6D5vltPSdQnuCNnKCLU7Qb_dZJnEQT772vrXg59hveXSbVn-Bx3WgsxovYufvXillmeMFPnkUwP7N9oV87-XrQf90AOhXDgqmTNx8NULq1pJC55PknJ_9nskn4HVwUKPTK-Dz2MpUthSwsF_PRng/s16000/blog_IMG_0520.jpg" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div>New product discovery - I love <a href="https://www.happyskincosmetics.com/sunscreen/938-happy-skin-rescue-me-tinted-matte-sun-gel-primer-broad-spectrum-spf-40-in-light-beige-2042700743403.html" target="_blank"><b>Happy Skin's Tinted Matte Sun Gel Primer</b></a> It has everything I need from sunscreen to a matte foundation. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvUbpa-GPzBVFO_06FOJgFbOHWnVAZ3X2jSRs2ET1RdCr5geUTGBxYhVr2qUq1Nknq1Ojs-ZdDNbmToVqWgKxbVLwCn05MKXvSFlCqUgOQh2oDxdaOnZtMIJItbbc1T5EWM6T_NJP0BxhrMh0VHR58LUPVzf0DxIl0YzLoS01348xkTYMEqzRkK3rsMg/s1000/c&k1.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="667" data-original-width="1000" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvUbpa-GPzBVFO_06FOJgFbOHWnVAZ3X2jSRs2ET1RdCr5geUTGBxYhVr2qUq1Nknq1Ojs-ZdDNbmToVqWgKxbVLwCn05MKXvSFlCqUgOQh2oDxdaOnZtMIJItbbc1T5EWM6T_NJP0BxhrMh0VHR58LUPVzf0DxIl0YzLoS01348xkTYMEqzRkK3rsMg/s16000/c&k1.jpg" /></a></div><p>This Charles & Keith Bag - I was one of those netizens who developed interest with the brand <a href="https://sea.mashable.com/life/22722/girl-mocked-for-calling-charles-keith-a-luxury-brand-ends-up-as-its-ambassador" target="_blank"><b>after this issue</b></a>. That curiosity led me to this purchase :p To my defense, I needed a new bag because I already graduated from using backpacks for work. After several years, I was finally issued my own office laptop. Yay! I don't have to bring my personal laptop everyday. </p><p>I'm trying to recall everything that happened on the first few months of 2023. I'm still overwhelmed. 😑 Gradually, I'll be able to remember and gather my thoughts to write them here. </p><p>Wishing everyone a great week ahead!</p>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-74714857044479956092023-04-09T01:40:00.006+08:002023-04-10T13:40:48.049+08:00Treating Bed Sores / Skin Ulcers of a Bed Ridden Patient : Using the Sandwich Technique <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilp8CqVqs7RJ5HrqVnAATHmQnuqNf3-MePgWF0iNuMY_STAcbMMMHHVp0RtKlwutljHUWFvA9RIEbDUrRhJVOradFYMLAz1v8yUUWe9eKITa9Q5XBdqoUAUwU4rx3rxPdeXFlexsHv_xqtU4ySYhd6RaIDcWqech8gc9KI9lPT1Z9RZzATT6zlOgpiRQ/s1280/pexels-ivan-samkov-6436257.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="853" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilp8CqVqs7RJ5HrqVnAATHmQnuqNf3-MePgWF0iNuMY_STAcbMMMHHVp0RtKlwutljHUWFvA9RIEbDUrRhJVOradFYMLAz1v8yUUWe9eKITa9Q5XBdqoUAUwU4rx3rxPdeXFlexsHv_xqtU4ySYhd6RaIDcWqech8gc9KI9lPT1Z9RZzATT6zlOgpiRQ/s16000/pexels-ivan-samkov-6436257.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: justify;">My bed ridden brother suffered from bed sores twice. On the first instance, my mother was still alive. My parents brought him to our family doctor. Our family doctor performed minor surgery to my brother's skin and everything went fine. Ten years after, we have the same problem. Although not as worst as the first case. We tried to manage the wounded area using Betadine, Terramycin and otc Mupirocin for three months. Nothing worked. Our family doctor already passed away. We were forced to look for another doctor. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p>We have exhausted all means, I felt it was time to consult a doctor. I opted for an online consultation via the <a href="https://nowserving.ph/?referrer=awconsult&gclid=EAIaIQobChMIg8v8kd-a_gIVxZNmAh0ZLA3HEAAYASAAEgJgq_D_BwE" target="_blank"><b>Now Serving app.</b></a> After being rejected by two doctors, we landed on a very patient and accommodating female dermatologist. Thank you <b><a href="https://nowserving.ph/search/?name=Patricia%20Monique%20Torres&usertag=patricia-torres&page=1" target="_blank">Dra. Patricia Monique Torres</a> </b>for accepting our request even if it was a Sunday. </p><p>After a few explanations, this is what Dra. Torres recommended</p><p>1. Saline Solution (Sodium Chloride) for wound cleaning </p><p>2. Mupirocin 0.02 Ointment </p><p>3. Vaseline Petroleum Jelly</p><p>4. Gauze Bandage</p><p>5. Gauze Adhesive </p><p>Dra, taught us the sandwich technique of addressing my brother's wound. It's a routine we have to do twice a day. </p><p>Step 1 - Clean the wound area with saline solution using a gauze pad and soak the wound for 10 mins. </p><p>Step 2 - Apply Mupirocin on the wound and its surrounding areas</p><p>Step 3 - Prepare a clean gauze pad soaked in saline solution and place it over the wound</p><div>Step 4 - Prepare a clean gauze pad with petroleum jelly and place it over the wound </div><p>Step 5 - Prepare a clean / dry gauze pad to cover the layers of gauze pad. </p><p>Step 6 - Secure the layers of gauze pads with band aid or gauze pad adhesive </p><p>Prior to our consultation, I'm one of those guilty individuals who try to seek solutions from Google. Unfortunately, even the vast information available from the internet failed to provide me a definite solution. The nearest I found was using Mupirocin ointment. But since, we used it without the doctor's supervision, the effort was useless. </p><p>WARNING open wound photos ahead</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2NmqQj0lY2NYvMNFkLjuWzdUomd0T7RrSFMpyaOAfznmx9aZdhCsreEJOSF447r-0Wd32Y4nL7d9qP-a_oqCM04-WzGfQACVCYUv_mICuLikAZApJJ5h-331yeR0i3AHlXamlyJeuDKOYv_ko0ubUB9yOXaFBSGzydDVtYrp6u1Lvyvs6MCDFx_p93w/s1000/collage%20april%2010a.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2NmqQj0lY2NYvMNFkLjuWzdUomd0T7RrSFMpyaOAfznmx9aZdhCsreEJOSF447r-0Wd32Y4nL7d9qP-a_oqCM04-WzGfQACVCYUv_mICuLikAZApJJ5h-331yeR0i3AHlXamlyJeuDKOYv_ko0ubUB9yOXaFBSGzydDVtYrp6u1Lvyvs6MCDFx_p93w/w400-h400/collage%20april%2010a.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">March 14, 2023 - (top photo) the wound was around 2 inches </div><div style="text-align: center;">March 26, 2023 - We started the sandwich technique treatment </div><div style="text-align: center;">April 2, 2023 - (second photo from the top) a week after the treatment, the open wound was less than 1 inch </div><div><div style="text-align: center;">April 8, 2023 - (third / bottom photo) the open wound is less than 0.5 inch </div><div style="text-align: center;">(I will update the photo after one week. Hopefully that wound will be totally head 🙏) </div><p>My brother's wound hasn't fully healed yet, but we have observed progress. We trusted the process and strictly followed our doctor's advice. </p><p>Lesson learned from this experience: Proper consultation to a doctor is always a right decision. It speeds up recovery and saves us from spending from unnecessary self-medicated purchases. </p><p>P.S. I always appreciate friends and distant relatives who remember my brother. </p></div>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-31656463320152076992023-02-12T21:05:00.001+08:002023-02-12T21:05:49.512+08:00Life Update 2023 <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2pzcXGJDGI1xH10L9xBerwhnJV8cB2loOnQ2F_CirRGl3oJttyOA-01IPODP0svbQwKNx8loSvyn_oF_1yInFq0mdLrRh3ot2dltug7R8MrBTpwIQAhN8TueQve_JUUlrOYpIPsmnuQY_yWDIlsRDf8sK6t2SrKDkd48gVAOqjzem3zYyTbI30wqSPQ/s4876/blog_IMG_0355.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3436" data-original-width="4876" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2pzcXGJDGI1xH10L9xBerwhnJV8cB2loOnQ2F_CirRGl3oJttyOA-01IPODP0svbQwKNx8loSvyn_oF_1yInFq0mdLrRh3ot2dltug7R8MrBTpwIQAhN8TueQve_JUUlrOYpIPsmnuQY_yWDIlsRDf8sK6t2SrKDkd48gVAOqjzem3zYyTbI30wqSPQ/s16000/blog_IMG_0355.jpg" /></a></p><p>What they say about January 2023, the first month felt so long while February went so fast. It's almost halfway February. I share the same thoughts because of work (as always) and all those that happened in between. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p><br /></p><p>Prior to January, I remember surprisingly losing weight. I was expecting to get heavier from the holiday break. But stress, worries and sadness happened during my supposedly favorite season of the year. While most of my colleagues were already savoring the December break, I have to extend because of a project I've been praying to be completed. Hopefully, we will be done by next month. While all these are happening, I was bothered with my brother's condition. His edema never seem to subside. We went to several doctors, it was stressful. Added to this, I miss my mother. It was the saddest Christmas and New Year I had. I battled seeing pictures of the happiest families in my Facebook newsfeed. Setting aside the sadness, I'm grateful to my Dad's presence. I wouldn't have survived half of my struggles without him. </p><p>It felt like I was the silent holiday grinch. I was looking forward to returning for work only because I thought it was the way to end my sadness. In between work, I had a great time with some elder workplace friends. We had a few drinks and I'd like to believe that was the last time I laughed so hard. Before we parted ways one of my friends even said, <i>matutulog tayong lahat ng nakangiti. </i>I felt that and was thankful for the rare times. </p><p>I also got sick last January and tested myself several times for COVID. It all ended negative, it was a relief and for a while, it made me cry. While I'm battling health issues, I became a victim of "grown up bullying." What further frustrated me was those who chose to turn blind eye to the situation. Allowing the bullies to take over, also makes you a bully. There are other heart breaking events that tested my composure. But life goes beyond them. There would always be better days ahead. </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDwsxUUywvUwRJcvbwNO31V2QIm7oDY-sgX4-wI3-J2Vz_PbKOfy1KiOaW6cVufnbDU2fERPO4OU1RaWLzfgb09_S3KOB35w7xbHtNzd4kc45BpbM8V5xWBveBgHK9GWm-Ypy8N0SfrTqtEKCtEUlgIeEJxs5oI8GxfhoMykhHdvdIuFHC10cnDmHwfQ/s4748/bIMG_0351.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4748" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDwsxUUywvUwRJcvbwNO31V2QIm7oDY-sgX4-wI3-J2Vz_PbKOfy1KiOaW6cVufnbDU2fERPO4OU1RaWLzfgb09_S3KOB35w7xbHtNzd4kc45BpbM8V5xWBveBgHK9GWm-Ypy8N0SfrTqtEKCtEUlgIeEJxs5oI8GxfhoMykhHdvdIuFHC10cnDmHwfQ/s16000/bIMG_0351.jpg" /></a></p><br /><p></p>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-36213945975334568302022-12-31T20:27:00.000+08:002022-12-31T20:27:43.511+08:00Las Casas Filipinas de Acuzar Quezon City <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-9ILwDie09Myi5WthDIbm3I5Z-bVE4AEYzNteHRLFjLqpx5FkkrLB6I5Ghlnc1v16NRjJTX2bSjwbWFy3pep8CFAlPmxbO4_MnxCz-9aCD5_UGzFdZtWwiuHIrJpLcHMoNcowBh_dR3JND4rp_IqoVyYb5lOeDjI59dZUZQly25s2kz4w1Zq3e-G1Zg/s4032/blog_IMG_3304.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVh9NToX2e5xhuMGSAvzXkcrYE8ooiueKgM0dtBS0xu9Vwcr9xc7yegnFzuZzW7qe7cY3ubisH7fbShdFid5M3YnZziL2gQxDTwaEuqJ8EWxtbH1O2r-PVd6CKAihov-Phu1UCKD2CMoJaeDY8bX2Os6VwJ-_4T0GtOlELaZj6YvbEvXndXm-k-9_MLw/s4032/blog_IMG_3503.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVh9NToX2e5xhuMGSAvzXkcrYE8ooiueKgM0dtBS0xu9Vwcr9xc7yegnFzuZzW7qe7cY3ubisH7fbShdFid5M3YnZziL2gQxDTwaEuqJ8EWxtbH1O2r-PVd6CKAihov-Phu1UCKD2CMoJaeDY8bX2Os6VwJ-_4T0GtOlELaZj6YvbEvXndXm-k-9_MLw/s16000/blog_IMG_3503.jpg" /></a></div><p>Visiting the two Las Casas Filipinas are both in my travel list. It's quite impossible for me to visit the more extensive resort in Bagac, Bataan. For the mean time, the nearer dining place in Quezon City proved to be the feasible option. </p><p>I visited Las Casas in Quezon City a few days after Christmas with former colleagues turned friends. It was a breather after all the holiday stress I went through. I always wish that every year, I'll have a chance to visit a new place. Traveling abroad or even out of town remains as a struggle. I'm consumed by work and other financial priorities. Looking back, 2022 was one for the books. Every year has its own story, but 2022 was a significant turning point. I thought my mother's death in 2021 was the worst. But 2022 gave me a new set of challenges, a lot of silent crying episodes, health issues and people to be grateful for. I hope 2023 will be my period of healing and recovery. </p><p>Wishing everyone a great year ahead! </p>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-60713120512486669082022-12-22T22:55:00.003+08:002022-12-22T22:55:56.643+08:00Life Lately <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggCId1q_shwDpdQmEhrENRlPhskAW18AcpUCb1RHb9xLX97HBJ4vlqBoxoKTAwglFuKyQRt99R3pyUeZQtEwsPSooxiN2A2a5XUBtrgLWYkjTSAx-u1E897Awp9vHiRmiJAcoj2YAJp8TNHsYyYutzKNrkVTWsKhhbCtitS5TJ1fyE5qayD1-RKryAHA/s4338/blog_IMG_0409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3077" data-original-width="4338" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggCId1q_shwDpdQmEhrENRlPhskAW18AcpUCb1RHb9xLX97HBJ4vlqBoxoKTAwglFuKyQRt99R3pyUeZQtEwsPSooxiN2A2a5XUBtrgLWYkjTSAx-u1E897Awp9vHiRmiJAcoj2YAJp8TNHsYyYutzKNrkVTWsKhhbCtitS5TJ1fyE5qayD1-RKryAHA/s16000/blog_IMG_0409.jpg" /></a></div><br />Hello December! The months leading to December felt like a whirlwind. Looking back, it still feels like January 2022 was just yesterday. I wish I could still write a year end post because 2022 was one for the books. But before anything else, I wish to document how the past weeks went and the months leading to it. <p></p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p>In the previous years, I used to have several mall trips to purchase gifts and treat myself. It's Christmas and my birth month, I felt I deserve to splurge for myself. But this year, I didn't have anything new for my birthday. I even reported for work while everyone was already on a Christmas break. It felt sad. In the previous years, I always take a leave on my birthday. But this year, I made myself available for other people, which I'm not sure if it was a good decision. A few months from now, I hope I won't regret this. I also wish that next year will be a better birthday. But thinking about it, I don't even know what can make me happy. I had crying episodes days before my birthday. I was sad and the only thing I wished for that time was everyone at home will be healthy. </p><p>I'm still learning to handle my sadness episodes. Work is a good diversion. Accomplishments is a double edged sword, it makes me happy but reminds of that void, that missing person who would equally share my happiness. Having the presence of friends helps in one way or another. Making additional effort to look good has become one of my coping mechanisms. I shared this to one friend, I don't want to look sad and pathetic. I want to look better, even if I'm breaking inside. Looking good meant changing my entire wardrobe and investing on better cosmetics. My friend, Angela's Box, has been very contributive in this aspect of my life. She gave me access to products I thought I can't afford and has been supporting me in many ways at work. All the Dior and Chanel I have are limited to cosmetics because that's the best I can afford from these brands. :p</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibKoHLz9SZBObYDjYgOtpSkEgeIx4_SnHC6A6Wncw-UehyqLGnbsie7i7zcN4Jg3lFfib6l6Cmp3K-BQiqr-rxc-ffpXF1lMI_swo__o3B3FulB9focDQBkcOqyHjTYxRiG3cRDglJiWmC9dvlfZ1lQwLM0vwg8K3VZCWEFS28QCAUdj8YCwaaOuV26Q/s5163/blog_IMG_0421.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="5163" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibKoHLz9SZBObYDjYgOtpSkEgeIx4_SnHC6A6Wncw-UehyqLGnbsie7i7zcN4Jg3lFfib6l6Cmp3K-BQiqr-rxc-ffpXF1lMI_swo__o3B3FulB9focDQBkcOqyHjTYxRiG3cRDglJiWmC9dvlfZ1lQwLM0vwg8K3VZCWEFS28QCAUdj8YCwaaOuV26Q/s16000/blog_IMG_0421.jpg" /></a></div><p>In my constant desire to look good, I also discovered cheaper products from Watson's. Luxe Organix has been part of my routine and I hope it will continuously work for my skin.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrTMgzw_jlUD46AeAMOgLrr0jy_J-d2j4f5InuJ9Kv_XbH8SDu3ZqoXugdxNSOzKQVtN9jgxz2-j2No0ClwkIuWKEhTt8QhtY8wDT7TIXu9RwgKz4iqNl2NNimgnVcVU5Vzgp6yWMDHeU7_0rZl55MFqgBcTSa-4MakxZmMTaiuGEd5iLy8NGIxsF-w/s4903/blog_IMG_0447.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3149" data-original-width="4903" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUrTMgzw_jlUD46AeAMOgLrr0jy_J-d2j4f5InuJ9Kv_XbH8SDu3ZqoXugdxNSOzKQVtN9jgxz2-j2No0ClwkIuWKEhTt8QhtY8wDT7TIXu9RwgKz4iqNl2NNimgnVcVU5Vzgp6yWMDHeU7_0rZl55MFqgBcTSa-4MakxZmMTaiuGEd5iLy8NGIxsF-w/s16000/blog_IMG_0447.jpg" /></a></div><p>You know the story behind these books if you follow me in Instagram or Facebook. I still need more book donations for the book sponsorship project I'm spearheading.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpff722BLYd4rKThd_WD17SolD7dPW2_79j9B1CyAnE1AVqU5uDzJZC1sc0JNtm4fXsAtBtts9dFUGGvvfOmocjUjK4u7paZ89GXlap3J_DrQ94A_zutG6eK7ZsYmGImBg_lVTQzHLORfxZ1Sol1ezewwdCmHEuFa9BkocNkCz-gghdPB-gClvkIkEHA/s4032/blog_IMG_2676.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpff722BLYd4rKThd_WD17SolD7dPW2_79j9B1CyAnE1AVqU5uDzJZC1sc0JNtm4fXsAtBtts9dFUGGvvfOmocjUjK4u7paZ89GXlap3J_DrQ94A_zutG6eK7ZsYmGImBg_lVTQzHLORfxZ1Sol1ezewwdCmHEuFa9BkocNkCz-gghdPB-gClvkIkEHA/s16000/blog_IMG_2676.jpg" /></a></div><p>I wasn't aware that the school library devoted this humongous shelf for the Book Sponsorship project. I need to fill this shelf before March 2023. If my estimates are correct, I need to collect more than 200 books to make this shelf look "healthy." I would really appreciate if you can give me leads to book donors. All our books should be acquired from Fully Booked. Should you be interested, please feel free to send me a message.</p><p>and some photos from my phone lately to summarize the past weeks </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgYfKVJZUyHZGI79DeuWhSIfk5_wkTrDFRmy5EyP5HAD6uY9sq1KGjJfnYF5h5vsG4XdRunzv7fyNnb17nJKVmBsVSXMnx8qoaOB1Gfb9xhaTT85dODrS2swCXUeNW-YlmkA1fXYj-vreVOeNIPJpo10NEd-t9Q7j79eNKWAoLX7HvrOzcDjvYK5HfA/s4032/blog_IMG_3003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgYfKVJZUyHZGI79DeuWhSIfk5_wkTrDFRmy5EyP5HAD6uY9sq1KGjJfnYF5h5vsG4XdRunzv7fyNnb17nJKVmBsVSXMnx8qoaOB1Gfb9xhaTT85dODrS2swCXUeNW-YlmkA1fXYj-vreVOeNIPJpo10NEd-t9Q7j79eNKWAoLX7HvrOzcDjvYK5HfA/s16000/blog_IMG_3003.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p style="text-align: center;">Dinner with some workplace friends</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtbNaB5OmaBl7QTjOrPMzlIVyDyBg8u8eJpNCfYcxa9tpQw3mrpOwnw_m9N1JXDmqe7YobE8t-gTI4E4JnEIXnEWpe4WpxK_RYnDHV0beLG089TeVgxzQpoK3LPtmKDTDeY0_QJ-VUL8_J7U-uFFVcdHzVz32l23uODuTkW_fc0tMGUC2i9ejd9vZP_g/s4032/blog_IMG_2908.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtbNaB5OmaBl7QTjOrPMzlIVyDyBg8u8eJpNCfYcxa9tpQw3mrpOwnw_m9N1JXDmqe7YobE8t-gTI4E4JnEIXnEWpe4WpxK_RYnDHV0beLG089TeVgxzQpoK3LPtmKDTDeY0_QJ-VUL8_J7U-uFFVcdHzVz32l23uODuTkW_fc0tMGUC2i9ejd9vZP_g/s16000/blog_IMG_2908.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghqPI1Q43xQdV1NugA62mW0pqrfCiyS74gZNIZDmrvIHN21LX5nOspe1d8GUTVLU1Jv33dYTBvC2LoiRk4Ogq8dijobBprQ2UVbhvReKkJEw5VQDk0d6G9JiUVPUgzkRX-h9aHdZL4hMqU5WNZD9KUNPH2xhZd9WdUyvEYRXU229gFqVNU5Z5Jk2_EZA/s4032/blog_IMG_2922.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghqPI1Q43xQdV1NugA62mW0pqrfCiyS74gZNIZDmrvIHN21LX5nOspe1d8GUTVLU1Jv33dYTBvC2LoiRk4Ogq8dijobBprQ2UVbhvReKkJEw5VQDk0d6G9JiUVPUgzkRX-h9aHdZL4hMqU5WNZD9KUNPH2xhZd9WdUyvEYRXU229gFqVNU5Z5Jk2_EZA/s16000/blog_IMG_2922.jpg" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">Two of my favorite persons at the workplace - I would not be accomplished without them.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5mStsqQLr0t-lELzbRnV1MXeWRXG0La0D3c_XUobyEfId5Hv7qcVkhsCdclIaBcaOMyn_E7QdCjn8YzG_erZaRsTXQe2JR0iR1PIkWX-AJ4RkeUi3l70CCBqqPgBkfczqrBOQgz1KpGl53CoepuCIrmca6esKGKaxh7PMduM6kG_oHQI2j9xDVv_nEQ/s2048/IMG_2936.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5mStsqQLr0t-lELzbRnV1MXeWRXG0La0D3c_XUobyEfId5Hv7qcVkhsCdclIaBcaOMyn_E7QdCjn8YzG_erZaRsTXQe2JR0iR1PIkWX-AJ4RkeUi3l70CCBqqPgBkfczqrBOQgz1KpGl53CoepuCIrmca6esKGKaxh7PMduM6kG_oHQI2j9xDVv_nEQ/s16000/IMG_2936.JPG" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;">After two years, we have face-to-face Christmas party at the workplace </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwGjbPskv1nKZAtVF237CaSpxx5PGReE8WcJSTN0F6y-hc0MUzZ7anyHfGGZxyhnN7GfEbrAKdLePb9wYLin4mgkgZE0A_Y-A9YA5mBPuoHxfjzqLyMIJMag2JKCFJa7l6-tichDAtWwt09RjOZcl-V4TGD9NnwI7CnfOgN3eOeIimNqR-ZBrP1wsfw/s1274/%20blog_IMG_2199-side.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="500" data-original-width="1274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiwGjbPskv1nKZAtVF237CaSpxx5PGReE8WcJSTN0F6y-hc0MUzZ7anyHfGGZxyhnN7GfEbrAKdLePb9wYLin4mgkgZE0A_Y-A9YA5mBPuoHxfjzqLyMIJMag2JKCFJa7l6-tichDAtWwt09RjOZcl-V4TGD9NnwI7CnfOgN3eOeIimNqR-ZBrP1wsfw/s16000/%20blog_IMG_2199-side.jpg" /></a></div><p>I rarely say this, but I like how I looked during our Christmas Party. Here I am with my two brothers at the workplace. We had the most (mis)adventures this year.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU1846wopJYPsJLuWqmEcMLl8yBByIwETtOkynzINKn27PebQvg4LM76tiL74Cy4HDHZn7jwFGyjpBxC-BwtRfAZoCFM4jmf7LVXME_pVHnmcJpGVyDAk2lkyYXw3cwEbKs0QBkVz4H4Kf03w7cxqqcLat75SGutPUyMn_k2NyHIER2I5rPUK6SxUN8Q/s5125/blog_IMG_0437.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="5125" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU1846wopJYPsJLuWqmEcMLl8yBByIwETtOkynzINKn27PebQvg4LM76tiL74Cy4HDHZn7jwFGyjpBxC-BwtRfAZoCFM4jmf7LVXME_pVHnmcJpGVyDAk2lkyYXw3cwEbKs0QBkVz4H4Kf03w7cxqqcLat75SGutPUyMn_k2NyHIER2I5rPUK6SxUN8Q/s16000/blog_IMG_0437.jpg" /></a></div><p>Finishing the last document after my mother's death</p><p>I still remember the dreadful days last year. I spent last year's Christmas break hopping from several government agencies and even the hospital where my mother gave birth. I thought I would never finish the paper works. I even went to the extent of requesting several details in my birth certificate to be corrected. The Local Civil Registry of Marikina failed me. It was the last requirement I needed to close my mother's bank account. </p><p>Fixing my birth certificate would take another year so I attempted to approach the bank for alternatives. I wasn't optimistic, but my prayers were answered. I presented other documents and soon enough, our request was granted. My Dad and I have other plans with the savings my mother left. But since Chinabank was helpful, I decided to continue business with them. I would like to believe this was also what my mother wanted. </p><p>It's been a while since I made a lengthy post. I have more to write. Hopefully I'll have more time and energy to do it. I also hope that next time, it will be a better and a happier post. </p>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-85905401054931645812022-12-11T23:16:00.000+08:002022-12-11T23:16:00.667+08:00December <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxvC6DBuau8C2SLjw5mUwT7EAz2V5SFVzlbwmvh53XztcQNAJgN2RBRoO7PCfqm2DguJtFZHF88wzvrkXkX8y7JG0nGcyM4nM29kmAsXELtbAI9ySxbn9CbEcNaFWc1gtGA8JoNAZx7szDQ0hF79uwMdn_bsiFe2RsqOcgY7DnFCIdnNb3u2SrVUCJg/s3460/jIMG_0202.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3130" data-original-width="3460" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxvC6DBuau8C2SLjw5mUwT7EAz2V5SFVzlbwmvh53XztcQNAJgN2RBRoO7PCfqm2DguJtFZHF88wzvrkXkX8y7JG0nGcyM4nM29kmAsXELtbAI9ySxbn9CbEcNaFWc1gtGA8JoNAZx7szDQ0hF79uwMdn_bsiFe2RsqOcgY7DnFCIdnNb3u2SrVUCJg/s16000/jIMG_0202.jpg" /></a></div><br />Hello everyone! Just breaking my silence in my blog. I miss the old times, when I still have the time and energy to regularly blog. Life is tough, but as always, we are forced to survive. <p></p>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-1856381872016182032022-12-05T17:43:00.003+08:002022-12-11T23:10:36.801+08:00Ways to Wear Bootcut Jeans in Women<p>Almost everyone is glad that bootcut jeans are coming back into fashion. Are you wondering how to wear them and still look stylish? Worry not because you are about to know how to wear your bootcut jeans as a woman.</p><p>Bootcut jeans are tight on the top and looser towards the bottom. You may be wondering how to style your <b><a href="https://www.dear-lover.com/wholesale-womens-jeans/" target="_blank">bootcut jeans</a></b> so that you look stylish from head to toe. If you have problems with how your legs look, then these are the best jeans to wear</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9lD9MQTDRCishuj6KjuNrR86g9k5f6HKT8R0PvG-gCNCQrtiQ_e_Z8BXZkBBM_Y3l-D7pbjdqSwvXtaY64rl9w5YSgpzYvftA0JBsksaRTSF_c6Ir4_q2i7FHNSWkX3V9q5etaxHEhzvXmELQDLLy0wb7NoP-zAmOZQFDWeBn4S-Z8jPYGSA4eyaqw/s688/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-05%20at%205.39.03%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="525" data-original-width="688" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb9lD9MQTDRCishuj6KjuNrR86g9k5f6HKT8R0PvG-gCNCQrtiQ_e_Z8BXZkBBM_Y3l-D7pbjdqSwvXtaY64rl9w5YSgpzYvftA0JBsksaRTSF_c6Ir4_q2i7FHNSWkX3V9q5etaxHEhzvXmELQDLLy0wb7NoP-zAmOZQFDWeBn4S-Z8jPYGSA4eyaqw/s16000/Screen%20Shot%202022-12-05%20at%205.39.03%20PM.png" /></a></div><p>The best way to wear bootcut for women is by keeping it simple.</p><p>Styling the Upper Part</p><p>You might be wondering what kind of top will match your bootcut jeans. Bootcut looks best when dressed as smart casual or business casual but not official.</p><p>You can wear your bootcut jeans with a t-shirt and blazer. You can also pair the bootcut jeans with a leather jacket to feel more casual. This is a business casual look where you can go to work and later have an evening drink with friends. You can spice the look by adding a pair of sunglasses and a round hat.</p><p>Another simple way to wear your bootcut jeans is with a sweater. Cardigan/Sweater is the simplest yet functional way to wear your bootcut jeans. Wearing a cardigan or sweater in winter will give you warmth and a stylish look. Inside the sweater, you can add a collared shirt to add that extra touch.</p><p>The Shoes</p><p> Now that you know what to pair with the upper part, we can now let focus on the shoes to pair up with your bootcut.</p><p>Choosing the type of shoe to pair with your bootcut jeans is very important. You do not want to wear shoes that are not marching well with your jeans. </p><p>A bit of raised shoes will match well with your shoes compared to flat ones.</p><p>Many will attest that pairing bootcut jeans with flat shoes looks funny. </p><p>You can pair your bootcut jeans with heeled boots, open-high heels, or chunky heels. The shoes I have mentioned are the most popular to style with your bootcut jeans for that classic look. You can try cropped bootcut jeans with these shoes so that the elegance of the shoes will be visible.</p><p>Choose according to your body.</p><p>Finally, as you choose how to wear your bootcut jeans, do not forget to choose the jeans that match your body.</p><p>The variety of bootcut jeans styles will fit differently with different body sizes. For example, short people should consider a bootcut that's not going beyond the ankle. You should choose the right size for your height so that the bootcut does not look like bell bottoms. You do not want that.</p><p>They are available for plus-size, petite short, and tall people.</p><p>They come in different sizes and types, be they low-waist, high-waist, or cropped bootcut jeans. Ensure to order the bootcut <a href="https://www.dear-lover.com/wholesale-womens-jeans/" target="_blank"><b>jeans wholesale</b></a> because they are going nowhere, at least not anytime soon.</p><p>Buying bootcut jeans wholesale will save you some money, and you will have a variety of them to style.</p><p><br /></p><p>*This is a sponsored post </p><div><br /></div>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-38908043655263166462022-11-12T23:47:00.004+08:002022-11-12T23:47:52.514+08:00November <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6X3RkB7RJeh4bM7YPKahLy2l5n3oMqnDgQDp0rxPuzfvGvslJiVYgZsPVU3Nf6Ic6behh8ohckxFMf0bWHjzB17hazivosM3_cm8jD1J-sBliab8IVhatgucpVI801W-1NGETt7pMHCh2ftyMcV0CH0wI4wd5avSiOUGHk4W6ys-oTPz61Hkz5YAl0w/s4600/igIMG_0226.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3402" data-original-width="4600" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6X3RkB7RJeh4bM7YPKahLy2l5n3oMqnDgQDp0rxPuzfvGvslJiVYgZsPVU3Nf6Ic6behh8ohckxFMf0bWHjzB17hazivosM3_cm8jD1J-sBliab8IVhatgucpVI801W-1NGETt7pMHCh2ftyMcV0CH0wI4wd5avSiOUGHk4W6ys-oTPz61Hkz5YAl0w/s16000/igIMG_0226.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></p><p>I ended October on a positive note. I was grateful for many reasons. We were safe from the strong typhoon. My cousins joined me in celebrating Kuya's birthday. I received donations from my book sponsorship project. (Thank you for the support, it means so much to me.) I was given the opportunity to present in a crowd of Catholic educators with my superiors. I miss real lecture in a classroom but I realized, I had two humble public speaking engagements this year. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p>I had my most awaited hair and dental treatment, which ripped off a significant amount of my money. The decision on the correction of my birth certificate arrived after three months with some disappointments. I'm frustrated with the local civil registry of Marikina. I followed their advice only to be later denied by the Philippine Statistics Authority. If only they adhered to what I've wanted months ago, I'm already all done today. </p><p>November entered and after two years, cemeteries were opened on All Saints and All Souls Day. Though in my case, I visited my mother's resting place a day before to avoid the crowd. After many years, I also joined my cousins to visit my grandparents. The holiday was a great breather. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyDFLjClKeQBbsCp5y4aITOuRPQWF8Z0X2ui81qPFsaG3wQlpOsKLvZVFx-95yxw3fCtsixatoEjRf32RlI7ZPNffRy7Wk5aNjJUYjxowqwflEamq7X908Vn41_Ccqx2wTzzE50HIpFjmKau1w8S6PWVGuLzsnH_EFRINiQa67WiueQKQzG4EXYhSUgA/s4866/blog_IMG_0251.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3159" data-original-width="4866" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyDFLjClKeQBbsCp5y4aITOuRPQWF8Z0X2ui81qPFsaG3wQlpOsKLvZVFx-95yxw3fCtsixatoEjRf32RlI7ZPNffRy7Wk5aNjJUYjxowqwflEamq7X908Vn41_Ccqx2wTzzE50HIpFjmKau1w8S6PWVGuLzsnH_EFRINiQa67WiueQKQzG4EXYhSUgA/s16000/blog_IMG_0251.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p><p>Then here comes my most awaited project at work. Days before, there were unexpected challenges to be addressed. Frustration came in, people who made life harder, my grief made its presence felt and in a snap, I had a series of silent crying episode last Friday until the entire weekend. One project down, three more before the academic year ends. Two projects are doing well, the other is testing my strength and character. I'm beginning to lose hope. It felt like people are just taking advantage of my hard work. I discovered how some people can become so dishonest. When in fact, I tend to admire people who admit to their mistakes. Then there are those intervening your best intentions with their greed. I dealt with entitled individuals, who believe they are victims of their own shortcomings. I've experienced so much since I worked on this project a year ago. </p><p>Amidst the frustrations, I'd like to believe that November will be better. I hope it does happens.</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1P8XXstccsqacW4tUzCykSONvk60AH6Hqa6F8aZ8iMgh5dWeeAbt3cIVS-HzyinIb-qkEzDzTpSbaIjXIRKZ3QAXIDznhyvB7Af5g6XNrVtWmiCLFTSJcEFqpERnAPBpOrf4atD8MCwHi0TgwrBypYMbadBKwKIJbbj5-O-B2uSinr4N33R_CN63DSA/s4775/blog_IMG_0216.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3212" data-original-width="4775" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1P8XXstccsqacW4tUzCykSONvk60AH6Hqa6F8aZ8iMgh5dWeeAbt3cIVS-HzyinIb-qkEzDzTpSbaIjXIRKZ3QAXIDznhyvB7Af5g6XNrVtWmiCLFTSJcEFqpERnAPBpOrf4atD8MCwHi0TgwrBypYMbadBKwKIJbbj5-O-B2uSinr4N33R_CN63DSA/s16000/blog_IMG_0216.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-40086393083647944752022-10-30T18:10:00.001+08:002022-11-02T19:49:35.112+08:00Mammogram and Breast Ultrasound Experience at Dr. Jesus Delgado Memorial Hospital and Gift2Life Inc. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzvLoSPloeAnREWhvXqdWzwVjKFeLJvvzMfUf93n3jbkTojNk80wYz8_Iln_Dy8JDGn0h-TUxt3kjOFI2DElchuiB2IHvcYj5mKFBLLtwMbcvsYe4kNM7_scEr7Im0bR4fIlsTQZTNyLInYhxikFTMgnpBoLEX4Nkjw8CsXhHlT8RfhWQZvFGM2AmmhQ/s4032/blog_IMG_1553.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzvLoSPloeAnREWhvXqdWzwVjKFeLJvvzMfUf93n3jbkTojNk80wYz8_Iln_Dy8JDGn0h-TUxt3kjOFI2DElchuiB2IHvcYj5mKFBLLtwMbcvsYe4kNM7_scEr7Im0bR4fIlsTQZTNyLInYhxikFTMgnpBoLEX4Nkjw8CsXhHlT8RfhWQZvFGM2AmmhQ/s16000/blog_IMG_1553.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Truth to be told, I don't have intentions of taking mammogram and breast ultrasound anytime this year. I'm more concerned with my cholesterol issues. There were two reasons why I decided to undergo these tests. My recent meet up with the Cath Kidston Sisterhood (Hello Leah and Mother E), where I learned some health related concerns I should monitor. The Gender and Development activities I'm spearheading at the workplace also forced me to avail of these tests. I can't be a good leader unless I'm an advocate of the process. We have partnered with <b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/Gift2LifeInc/" target="_blank">Gift2Life Inc</a></b>., a foundation headed by a breast surgeon, <b><a href="https://www.linkedin.com/in/gift2life/?originalSubdomain=ph" target="_blank">Dr. Cristina Santos</a> </b>for this project<b>.</b> If you wish to create breast cancer awareness activities in your respective workplaces, I highly recommend Gift2life Inc. <span><a name='more'></a></span><div><br /><div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7gkPxOFWTPhg0hv8BRMAY7uW-Rn2qsJpkrzjQmZfig2OFtahUWdmuYqqWxbXZNPcbHclcZ-ykYVYdN7qDKvefVeUdTJg2H4SP8_ummgLjEqFw0S9voivqNL32w1tOK9MmqctqyzS8SwtKc1a38l8TLHNPXG22ZFS_rIiRw6NS56PyyAcrqLPKbWelRA/s3024/blog_IMG_1228.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2848" data-original-width="3024" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7gkPxOFWTPhg0hv8BRMAY7uW-Rn2qsJpkrzjQmZfig2OFtahUWdmuYqqWxbXZNPcbHclcZ-ykYVYdN7qDKvefVeUdTJg2H4SP8_ummgLjEqFw0S9voivqNL32w1tOK9MmqctqyzS8SwtKc1a38l8TLHNPXG22ZFS_rIiRw6NS56PyyAcrqLPKbWelRA/s16000/blog_IMG_1228.jpg" /></a></div><div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aside from email blast, I decided to print "ticket inspired" flyers and pink scrunchies for my female colleagues. Hopefully, this encouraged them to avail of the service. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Initially, I thought anyone can walk in and avail of mammogram and breast ultrasound. Turns out, you need an initial consultation and recommendation from a doctor. This would entail costs, which I believe is discouraging for some. There will be another set of cost once results are released for interpretation. If monetary resources are your concern, you might want to coordinate with Gift2Life Inc. They can provide free recommendation and interpretation of results (provided you avail from their accredited hospitals). </div></div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Prior to the test, Dr. Tina assessed my risk factors for breast cancer. I was diagnosed having moderate risk for breast cancer for the following reasons</div><div><br /></div><div>1. I had my first menstruation before 12 years old. </div><div>2. I'm in my 30s and remains childless. </div><div>3. My cholesterol issues and intake of fatty foods are also drivers. I was surprised that even fat and cholesterol issues can increase the risk of having breast cancer.</div><div>4. Stress - My stress level at work can also serve as a trigger. </div><div><br /></div><div>Dr. Tina recommended that Dr. Jesus Delgado Memorial Hospital (JDMH) to have my mammogram and breast ultrasound. I also took advantage of their ongoing promotional offer since it's breast cancer awareness month. I paid Php 4,000 for both tests. </div><div><br /></div><div>A few things I learned from Dr. Tina</div><div>1. Yes there are online breast cancer risk assessment. You just have to answer a questions then the form automatically provides a rating of your risk assessment. It still different when you directly consult with a doctor. Further explanations are provided with your risk factors.</div><div>2. There is an ideal time to conduct mammogram. I was asked when was the first day of my last period. It happened a week before I made the consultation, which turns out to be the ideal time. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I went early Saturday, finished the test in an hour and returned after lunch for the results. I was warned that mammograms are painful. Indeed, it was. The machine will squeeze your breasts front and sideways. This procedure will be done for each breast. In effect, you have to endure the painful process four times. Even though the entire process was painful, Ms. Kim of JDMH was very courteous and careful. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">After the mammogram, I was directed to the ultrasound section of JDMH. I waited for a while and was surprised that the procedure will be done by a doctor. Turns out, he read my mammogram results prior to the ultrasound. This was something new to me. They need to correlate the results of my mammogram and breast ultrasound. Should there be suspicious findings from the mammogram, the breast ultrasound will provide the confirmatory results. Dr. Dominic Figueras discussed the good results of my mammogram. I was clear of any suspicious findings. Same with the breast ultrasound, he didn't find anything alarming. I was relieved. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I already knew my results. I was just asked to return after lunch for the printed copy of the results. This is something I hope JDMH can improve. I hope they have an option to have digital results sent thru email. It would be very convenient for some patients. The health personnel at JDMH were all perfect, except for the security guards who led me to the wrong directions; a minor area I hope they can improve. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I also showed the results to Dr. Tina and she recommended that I continue the practice. I intend to do it, especially after discovering that I can reimburse the cost thru our in-house health benefits. We don't have an HMO at the workplace, but health assistance is provided when needed. I'm not sure if I have a colleagues who are reading my blog. Any case, I hope this can assure them that costs will not be an issue for mammogram and breast ultrasound. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div>˜˜</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I learned from Gift2Life Inc. that only five of my colleagues availed of the free breast cancer risk assessment and consultation. The printed tickets, email blast and free scrunchies didn't work. :p But as explained by Dr. Tina, it was expected. It's really challenging to imbibe this practice. I admit, if I were not the head of the program, I would not have availed this opportunity. But what I realized after bravely taking the tests, peace of mind is priceless. It also felt like I was given another blessing to be grateful for. </div></div>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-77159530893625228542022-09-27T10:37:00.004+08:002022-09-27T13:32:49.397+08:00Surprises of September <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-_YpbxC0ECc3VhenUzUG_Aca20aTRRMUOkNYSXsBC_tBhoSY8bmp34ciF8_CQLclyZHLN3s2LEDbBqbJyBeRv8b8WoBs577MwdzR-o9h5_62J6F21-QTHtWva73i7SFi6hJ2FZk4_G-0XZCFVPLO2JakGbKVlTWPknZR3JWPwGo-4NmMZJpGFprseg/s4608/blog_IMG_9637.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL-_YpbxC0ECc3VhenUzUG_Aca20aTRRMUOkNYSXsBC_tBhoSY8bmp34ciF8_CQLclyZHLN3s2LEDbBqbJyBeRv8b8WoBs577MwdzR-o9h5_62J6F21-QTHtWva73i7SFi6hJ2FZk4_G-0XZCFVPLO2JakGbKVlTWPknZR3JWPwGo-4NmMZJpGFprseg/s16000/blog_IMG_9637.jpg" /></a></div><p></p><p>Years ago, I associate September as the start of the Christmas season. It also marked as my <i>workversary</i>. I became an official member of the labor force on September many years ago. Last year changed everything. September would always remind me of the day when me, Dad and Kuya started to rebuild our lives without her. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p>I was conditioning myself that September was all about my mom's death anniversary. It remains as this month's highlight. But somewhere along the way, some aspects of my life made its presence felt.</p><p>I was given additional work, as always, without an extra pay. :p - I was tasked to spearhead the Gender and Development Committee activities at the workplace. Our objective is to conduct at least one activity every month. I'm proud to say that we were quite advanced. We finished two events this month. One of our main projects is the establishment of a Gender and Development Learning Resource Hub. We wish to start with a library that offers books on Gender and Development, through donations or book sponsorships. </p><p>Admittedly, I'm not equipped with skills related to sales or strategies convincing people to donate. I underestimated the work. I personally approached people and so far, the feedback rate is so low. I sent almost a hundred of emails, the few responses I received are either automated messages, read receipts, forwarding the email to another person and rejections. This didn't come as a surprise but as always, it does not feel encouraging. What made me feel rather frustrated are rejections within my own workplace. I didn't directly ask colleagues to donate. I sought referrals from this particular department, I requested if I could secure email addresses of our suppliers. To my surprise, I was rejected. I was told they were reserving suppliers for solicitations for the annual Christmas party. As it appears, they see me as a competitor. But the thing is, we are in the same organization. My program could still benefit them because our institution can save money from books being donated than purchased. </p><p>I guess it also does not help that I have been doing a big favor for the department that rejected me. I'm helping them achieve something. I'm investing my own time, effort and patience for them. Yet in the end, the little support I'm asking was rejected. It still frustrates me, even if it happened a week ago. </p><p>With a heavy heart, I decided to redirect my energy to seek external book donors. This experience has been teaching me a lot. I learned that..</p><p>1. When seeking donations or sponsorships, don't target people within your immediate environment. Colleagues, friends, families and acquaintances are not necessarily supportive beings. It's best that relationships are left on that level. </p><p>2. The rule of favors - It feels like, scratch your back you scratch mine. It does not guarantee anything but tbh, it worked to some extent. I invited people who once sought favor from me. A few responded, but the most ignored me. I'm thankful to the few who positively responded. For the rest, I have to teach myself to forget. :p </p><p>3. The challenge is finding people whose vision in life is aligned with your program's objectives. It took me one email to successfully invite an international Filipina author to sponsor books. She values education and support local authors. A former client who loves books and also values education was the first to sign up. While this is not a guarantee, I noticed that finding people of similar interest or vision will most likely translate to results.</p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQ963eAIbw0O_eAsxEvYdioXfCwuo9QMPhUBgs9bdvjvpJBsi0ww4MRnw2BaOrocN8vfpsUbBlQ7NU5YufPnpedYrE_Si37yz-JAhA68_LpXADdIkzXm4YzyyMx7KbG7np83zekLHLh2zXWbxpKrABoQrps98GxpE7UGPtFUduG9QpnHQNvKmk7ySLA/s4608/blog_IMG_9613aaa.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3456" data-original-width="4608" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSQ963eAIbw0O_eAsxEvYdioXfCwuo9QMPhUBgs9bdvjvpJBsi0ww4MRnw2BaOrocN8vfpsUbBlQ7NU5YufPnpedYrE_Si37yz-JAhA68_LpXADdIkzXm4YzyyMx7KbG7np83zekLHLh2zXWbxpKrABoQrps98GxpE7UGPtFUduG9QpnHQNvKmk7ySLA/s16000/blog_IMG_9613aaa.jpg" /></a></p><p>So much about my rants on work, some other things that happened this month...</p><p>I finally paid a visit to my dentist and the fees surprised me. This was the first time I spent a five-digit rate for one session of dental services. I was satisfied with the results, but the cost still haunts me this day.</p><p>Seeing my CK sisterhood after two years - Thank you <a href="https://leahdeleon.com/" target="_blank"><b>Leah</b></a> and <b><a href="http://pseudoshrink.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Mother E</a></b>. Time flies, it's been 8 years since <a href="https://leahdeleon.com/2014/12/18/meet-the-cathkidstonsisterhood/" target="_blank"><b>we first met</b></a>. </p><p>Always receiving encouraging words from <b><a href="https://terragarden.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Terra</a></b></p><p>A better weather on Monday - The typhoon scared us last Sunday. I woke up with a better weather on Monday morning. </p><p>Wishing everyone a great week ahead. Hopefully, a better one for me too. </p>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-51915425992172349502022-09-04T08:00:00.004+08:002022-09-13T10:00:59.456+08:00One Year <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9vI2PVnXk20HwfZbyD5mkUV47r9IAUhKBumUgn0z4KXPLrQCYW7wijnCMLyduf_VvD5aNF8NZ-q1eoGfJzuTgg1sOZaoB_km0lLNdukQNFr2MEb-VfuH5ZPJWSa9-VpAtnzRYxf4qql1DMoEmkNthgGclKmYOSmE5a7S6q8S47mJLTQbFXl3BlnF0Q/s2386/blog_IMG_9541.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1579" data-original-width="2386" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ9vI2PVnXk20HwfZbyD5mkUV47r9IAUhKBumUgn0z4KXPLrQCYW7wijnCMLyduf_VvD5aNF8NZ-q1eoGfJzuTgg1sOZaoB_km0lLNdukQNFr2MEb-VfuH5ZPJWSa9-VpAtnzRYxf4qql1DMoEmkNthgGclKmYOSmE5a7S6q8S47mJLTQbFXl3BlnF0Q/s16000/blog_IMG_9541.jpg" /></a></div><br />Slipping Through My Fingers - It was only this year when I realized that this song, originally released by ABBA, depicts a mother-daughter relationship. I watched Mama Mia and listened to ABBA's songs because of my mother. It was her all time favorite musical group. Everything in the lyrics reminded of my mother. She was my constant companion on every first day at school. We always have breakfast together. She helps me pack and unpack my things on the rare times I travel. We have designated mall dates; Valentine's Day, Mother's Day, her birthday, All Souls Day, before Christmas and New Year's eve. Everything changed during the pandemic. She was so careful, yet COVID still hit our home. Her lone and longest hospital confinement eventually led to her death. Time flies, it has been a year since we lost her. <div><p></p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p>There was never a day I didn't think of my mother. I always wish that she will appear in my dreams and tell me that everything will be alright, even in her absence. </p><p>This time last year, I was filled with tears. My cousins assisted me in this painful day at the hospital. I'll never forget how my cousins from the province traveled to Antipolo to assist me. Another cousin helped me arrange the cremation services. During the peak of the Delta Variant, even crematory services became a difficult service. When I finally reached home, I made the most painful video call with my Uncle, whom I always believe as my mom's favorite sibling. </p><p>I'd like to believe we are better today. I still shed tears whenever I visit my mother's resting place. I avoided my Uncle because it feels like another crying episode. He reminds me so much of my mother. </p><p>Other than grief, our family's struggle was taking care of Kuya. After several months, we found a reliable household help. She is one of our greatest blessings. The house remained clean and organized, as if my Mother was still alive. Her maternal instinct also helped in giving that much needed comfort to Kuya. </p><p>We survived Christmas and New Year. We thought we are doing well, not until me and Kuya tested positive for COVID. We recovered, but healing was a different story. Halfway this year, it took us several doctors to determine Kuya's source of discomfort. We eventually landed to another kind hearted Rehabilitation Doctor and Physical Therapy services. </p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyKgzOtTJ7hwcyNk3KrPwGgFK5up2_erM2NtWC4JLEqJkqlb09VWmJvRH5g_rv_0Spj0fzy0l25hjS2B_UhfUw4nxBdDeouVqS8uPmsShDbhAqJ4VcbpLOx7DDj5NsnGqBrgulNz-OQvstohMfMGigken2scbCYIVWm2IbeVJFNqDzM9POYgqhQDnEw/s2526/blog_IMG_9553.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1807" data-original-width="2526" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtyKgzOtTJ7hwcyNk3KrPwGgFK5up2_erM2NtWC4JLEqJkqlb09VWmJvRH5g_rv_0Spj0fzy0l25hjS2B_UhfUw4nxBdDeouVqS8uPmsShDbhAqJ4VcbpLOx7DDj5NsnGqBrgulNz-OQvstohMfMGigken2scbCYIVWm2IbeVJFNqDzM9POYgqhQDnEw/s16000/blog_IMG_9553.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I still grieve. There are days when everything is falling to place. There are days when I feel that I'm a complete mess. We still have financial struggles, which I hope to leave and end this year. I have pending projects at work, which I hope to complete this year. There's also this one project that caused me a trip to a cardiologist. I was told to give up, but my hard headed self refused. I have to do it. I'm taking it personally and tbh, I'll never have the heart to forgive people who will cause my defeat. Yes, I'm that intense. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">There's so many things I wish I could tell her. I still imagine, what if she was still alive. I don't even know how to properly end this post. We still have struggles, but we are surviving and making all means to be better. </div><p></p></div>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-79542118184898678872022-09-03T18:18:00.000+08:002022-09-03T18:18:32.252+08:00Time for a Change: Why a Curriculum and Instruction Program Should be Your Next Teaching Step<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQQHnlw0ifEqXnEHXTmwWScbb-UF7t6-OtJGiEpthN2d-EnaXJESrAiIXveEGVsiIp959dQUS9_RpuIbD2YtvRcn3u803fhUabz_hR5EEEu6ti8bAPyVVv3nR9U9zp5eopmdLvqQQhX_6ePnEs0rfFu_mRYMzAh0fUdvEFo0DAHgFEmRdXVcgfU09Y7Q/s1280/pexels-element-digital-1370296.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="855" data-original-width="1280" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQQHnlw0ifEqXnEHXTmwWScbb-UF7t6-OtJGiEpthN2d-EnaXJESrAiIXveEGVsiIp959dQUS9_RpuIbD2YtvRcn3u803fhUabz_hR5EEEu6ti8bAPyVVv3nR9U9zp5eopmdLvqQQhX_6ePnEs0rfFu_mRYMzAh0fUdvEFo0DAHgFEmRdXVcgfU09Y7Q/s16000/pexels-element-digital-1370296.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><p>While some teachers might be more than happy to remain in the same classroom for decades, others might crave a bigger challenge, a fresher environment, and a new routine.</p><p>If you have completed every goal in your current role, you might feel ready to embrace a new career in the same field. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p>Of course, there is no one-size-fits-all approach to moving on from teaching, but the key is to find the right path for you. If you’re ready for a change, find out why a curriculum and instruction program should be your next teaching step.</p><p>You Have a Strong Grasp of the Curriculum</p><p>If you have a teaching license, a Master of Education (M.Ed) program might be the next natural step in your teaching career. While you will have many options to choose from to improve your career prospects, don’t rule out an <a href="https://online.merrimack.edu/m-ed-in-curriculum-instruction/" target="_blank"><b>MED curriculum and instruction program</b></a>.</p><p>The program will cover everything from social justice and diversity to special education. Also, you will have many career options to choose from, as you could become an education specialist, curriculum design manager, or a curriculum and instruction specialist, to name a few options.</p><p>This program is a great option for teachers, as they have a strong grasp of the current curriculum and understand what does and doesn’t work in the classroom. After the program, you could use your new skills to strengthen materials and create new, exciting content to improve student engagement.</p><p>It Expresses Your Ambition</p><p>Don’t wait for a new teaching challenge to arise at a new school, as an M.Ed program will <a href="https://work.chron.com/show-ambition-jobs-19137.html" target="_blank"><b>express your ambition</b></a> to your superiors. It will prove you’re serious about growing in your career, and they may consider you for a promotion when a vacancy arises or provide financial or emotional support to help you earn your desired qualification.</p><p>You Will Make a Real Difference</p><p>Many students face socioeconomic disadvantages that hold them back academically, financially, and personally. If you dream of more than planning lessons or grading papers, consider a curriculum and instruction program, as it will allow you to make a real difference to one or more schools, as you’ll strive to improve educational outcomes and help students graduate.</p><p>After earning this qualification, you will have the freedom to develop your own lesson plans to support special education, social justice, and diversity in a classroom. Also, you can create lesson plans that tap into students’ interests, which will allow them to embrace a passion for a subject.</p><p>You Will Become a Better Teacher</p><p>Rather than feeling restricted by a fixed curriculum, the M.Ed program will provide the power to design curriculum units to support different types of learners. It will enable you to introduce exciting lesson plans and activities that can make students fall in love with a subject. The program will help you become a better teacher, as you will feel a sense of satisfaction when inspiring students and decreasing achievement gaps. </p><div><br /></div>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-85423060576991355702022-08-29T16:35:00.002+08:002022-08-29T16:35:56.536+08:00I will be better <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkPsby-3ycqQwinI2AGYOkXfqCHZ38KKs-uqMQuNwLrJCWca0FXojoTpLhLa1L2HpNCG87sxcjtkwWmQzJxjBu-FHLuPGH-Gf-MRBBiIkXKs-PENpVyARJtCKdCAOhfCWiYC6V7yOHfaOzdgTn665iFCqf9DHmCTcmpdBIYlveA1ZBqYTdx9FFDGAqg/s2564/blog_IMG_9473.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1747" data-original-width="2564" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGkPsby-3ycqQwinI2AGYOkXfqCHZ38KKs-uqMQuNwLrJCWca0FXojoTpLhLa1L2HpNCG87sxcjtkwWmQzJxjBu-FHLuPGH-Gf-MRBBiIkXKs-PENpVyARJtCKdCAOhfCWiYC6V7yOHfaOzdgTn665iFCqf9DHmCTcmpdBIYlveA1ZBqYTdx9FFDGAqg/s16000/blog_IMG_9473.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></p><p>Everything still feels like yesterday. It was this time last year when my parents both tested positive for COVID. While most families were savoring the long weekend, me and my cousins were exhausting all means to search for a hospital that would admit my mother. I thought that elusive hospital bed will be our savior. It turned out to be the last place where I could see my mother alive. She was taken by the ambulance and that was the last time my Dad saw her. I went home with her ashes and the next days were nothing, but the most painful memories. I would not have made it today without the people who continuously supported me. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieDLhudNXK2z0FzqpslbPlheMd4xY6KxMGdKQW9x69m6zggKt-DcX8rptRh1eM5ShXsXQNPieHdOEHvPOiP2M7UVJBTtHKhzUQYP_FybDsn1i-R4fW_19rX6Zvd6ZQXO4ho-Iu3dkuBRypfUQENXoSBxZGh8ZYlAc5fxLUFRu5Nltze2VXyDqWR7xgfw/s2732/blog_IMG_9518.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2732" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieDLhudNXK2z0FzqpslbPlheMd4xY6KxMGdKQW9x69m6zggKt-DcX8rptRh1eM5ShXsXQNPieHdOEHvPOiP2M7UVJBTtHKhzUQYP_FybDsn1i-R4fW_19rX6Zvd6ZQXO4ho-Iu3dkuBRypfUQENXoSBxZGh8ZYlAc5fxLUFRu5Nltze2VXyDqWR7xgfw/s16000/blog_IMG_9518.jpg" /></a></div><p>I'm still struggling, but somewhere along the way, there are people who would make their presence felt. Knowing I have a support system makes the pain bearable. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX3Ak0dFv0MKS4ENN0areK5u9gHC2Shb-3ot74Jo2NwM3qX6iqmwfTlPgqdNMt7NPXsT_SERKZCasZ-OBzY5p28ydiSsun-1uNYKaUmJ8myhkJVc_cBLMop35THjrKOA7QZgehYvTBc7jaAZWyeJp4Zk2R3jOAgGXG6umiFRDVfBRK7mGWzHKve8dmFw/s4032/blog_IMG_0235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX3Ak0dFv0MKS4ENN0areK5u9gHC2Shb-3ot74Jo2NwM3qX6iqmwfTlPgqdNMt7NPXsT_SERKZCasZ-OBzY5p28ydiSsun-1uNYKaUmJ8myhkJVc_cBLMop35THjrKOA7QZgehYvTBc7jaAZWyeJp4Zk2R3jOAgGXG6umiFRDVfBRK7mGWzHKve8dmFw/s16000/blog_IMG_0235.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG56DOfjQMrLqKrg3B1dqnpBpgg9BQwZwR_Spk56wXKxPjOAtlANPGrjRNUBAC09NDkYNzP0qPru4GHbKh5LcIA4od1RJWdFHj5zByGZ4jDcM0LMocU5IXhkedpexFRB-px8oOHPOCiVDJj2UyI5GkGNQAH51sztj7grXCOQ2SbMz7u5IHbmnO3KPYDw/s4032/blog_IMG_0244.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG56DOfjQMrLqKrg3B1dqnpBpgg9BQwZwR_Spk56wXKxPjOAtlANPGrjRNUBAC09NDkYNzP0qPru4GHbKh5LcIA4od1RJWdFHj5zByGZ4jDcM0LMocU5IXhkedpexFRB-px8oOHPOCiVDJj2UyI5GkGNQAH51sztj7grXCOQ2SbMz7u5IHbmnO3KPYDw/s16000/blog_IMG_0244.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I avoid going out on weekends, especially Sundays since we don't have household help. I assist my Dad in taking care of Kuya. I still look forward for weekends because it's the only time I can sleep well and stay home. What I didn't foresee, weekends also remind me of my mother. We barely changed anything inside the house. Everything is still about her and I have to admit, weekends also become a struggle with grief.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Once in a while, Dad encourages me to get out of the house. There was a time when I went to the mall to unwind but ended going home. The sight of mothers and daughters made me miss my mom. I no longer have someone to call <i>Nanay </i>and no one calls me, the way my mom calls me, <i>anak</i>.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">A few days ago, my cousins treated me for Saturday dinner within our hometown. This was the first time I went out on a weekend, without attending to an errand. Speaking of errands, I had one paper left to finally close the claims related to my mother's death. This was another set of grueling experience, which I hope to finally conclude this month. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRQvaInjX2xVTSWnn6QhWpYC_HXHTLYmBqM9H7V3vsfVIUEaEFdYuAwhqaXZdpFAgUe6w6Ieh9EwICeh6nj1fevWweT7XIST-u4UxR1ZfN40bL245H_jkEH1hZ4sAKyS3514X8aDp_Nx8euqkDHnIZd25k2uIu_uPhnj_WC8YUqcXGAdezt9S4qYKGOw/s3840/blog_IMG_0265a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2412" data-original-width="3840" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRQvaInjX2xVTSWnn6QhWpYC_HXHTLYmBqM9H7V3vsfVIUEaEFdYuAwhqaXZdpFAgUe6w6Ieh9EwICeh6nj1fevWweT7XIST-u4UxR1ZfN40bL245H_jkEH1hZ4sAKyS3514X8aDp_Nx8euqkDHnIZd25k2uIu_uPhnj_WC8YUqcXGAdezt9S4qYKGOw/s16000/blog_IMG_0265a.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Food was always my connection with my mother. She was my constant companion whenever I wish to try a restaurant. The last restaurant we tried was Wang Fu, days before the lockdown happened. We both love salted egg infused dishes. I promised to take her to more places with Dad and Kuya. I promised to acquire our own car, I was close on getting to that dream. But God made other plans. To this day, my selfish heart still can't understand why she was taken away. She is our rock. She is likewise the mother to her remaining siblings and my two cousins. She is one of the main reasons why I'm working hard. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Things may not be doing well for us now, but I know in God's time, I will be better. </div>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-14097766383960964062022-08-19T23:21:00.000+08:002022-08-19T23:21:54.718+08:00The More I Tried, The More I Failed <p>The more I tried, the more I fail. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCVNMpgm9m9EgU8TewYCpLIgBjDG_2KOUNNhLAuWra20fny1rQwxftMBJDUlv_15mS6Zz45SC9kyfCpAjSC99lIF_zboenL5PRsJxf_AJaSN2I1mmZ2QfoNEmhz-Sz6fOzF_fbOqHRtYJDdfkp-W6t3HCpmPv9XNtwkS2QtR3rJ5RHbqYjuBQXPwKFEA/s2534/blog_IMG_9409.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1800" data-original-width="2534" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCVNMpgm9m9EgU8TewYCpLIgBjDG_2KOUNNhLAuWra20fny1rQwxftMBJDUlv_15mS6Zz45SC9kyfCpAjSC99lIF_zboenL5PRsJxf_AJaSN2I1mmZ2QfoNEmhz-Sz6fOzF_fbOqHRtYJDdfkp-W6t3HCpmPv9XNtwkS2QtR3rJ5RHbqYjuBQXPwKFEA/s16000/blog_IMG_9409.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p>This has been life over the past weeks. I still can't get over the sadness and silent crying episodes. It always starts on those days I long for my mom's presence. I will cry about my mother and eventually, all the other things that messed up my life.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p>I wanted to be better. But all my efforts feel so futile. The more I tried to be better, the more I feel desperate and frustrated. </p><p>My mother's first death anniversary is nearing. While it is called as <i>babang luksa</i> in our local language, I felt that such does not exist. <i>We don't end mourning and grief</i>. Once you lose a loved one, the grief stays and you have to live with it. </p><p>Other than grief, work and my personal life have not been doing well. It feels like I don't accomplish anything at all. I'm tired of dealing with people. I'm overwhelmed with responsibilities. I don't feel anything optimistic. </p><p>On some days, I wish someone would check on me. I miss my mother's instinctive way of knowing whenever something is bothering me. I hope I can cry over someone who understands my weaknesses. I hope healing and recovery immediately comes after the tears. </p>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-47816624365268200092022-08-14T21:26:00.001+08:002022-08-14T22:43:06.328+08:00The one that comes in waves <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0C2ef0kiAYz3H6JK5GGIKV9RQzghq8afFF0LO0JL1OVtBEfdp1CVak5saVYwWIV2JPUU_AKQKDH-VJFSeXjP25Z4uLxKH9Pvvb2kYALLzZOt4HxYR37kW2f97t8_1S1Cqtftni8XwoFVgdxTdKrabayUuIJy2ex3sVG4A7SiUt_ypSRgdYwHguc5GAA/s2622/blog_IMG_9456.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1875" data-original-width="2622" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0C2ef0kiAYz3H6JK5GGIKV9RQzghq8afFF0LO0JL1OVtBEfdp1CVak5saVYwWIV2JPUU_AKQKDH-VJFSeXjP25Z4uLxKH9Pvvb2kYALLzZOt4HxYR37kW2f97t8_1S1Cqtftni8XwoFVgdxTdKrabayUuIJy2ex3sVG4A7SiUt_ypSRgdYwHguc5GAA/s16000/blog_IMG_9456.jpg" /></a></div><p>Michelle Zauner on her book, Crying in H Mart perfectly described how I felt about grief. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p>Grief comes in waves. One day you are doing great. The succeeding days, you are drowning on what it feels like a never-ending crying episode. This explained last week. I started the week doing well. I encountered some bumps related to work in the middle of the week. Everything escalated and in a snap, I longed for my mom's presence. I also remembered that last week could have been another mother-daughter day for us. We used to visit the Monastery of St. Clare on her feast day. I can no longer explain my emotions. There was frustration over a particular task, disappointment on certain people and exasperation on the entire situation. </p><p>I cannot find the lone person at the workplace who understood me. Turns out, his health was compromised because of work. I was trying to convince myself that I have no reason to feel bad because my two support systems, Dad and Kuya are doing fine. I should rather be grateful. My mind tells me, I have no right to claim pain. But my heart is struggling. I needed my mom. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-6edKaRFeEbFiS2nyrNZHq0y1Fg88ShHqgquGOp4yyroj2qOqh5jnmgygIyfXFi7Q1INasAss9yJPUD9opKqb8tJzCdM2h869SJTYCtmLcLQR3TEVCU9hwe0qsQrb0QPtjN_IhKmkrBvenjgUAVrMHq3S1ynrFGexRpqcHtVgRBx3BwfCrOHBLziP6g/s1500/blog_IMG_9332.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1108" data-original-width="1500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-6edKaRFeEbFiS2nyrNZHq0y1Fg88ShHqgquGOp4yyroj2qOqh5jnmgygIyfXFi7Q1INasAss9yJPUD9opKqb8tJzCdM2h869SJTYCtmLcLQR3TEVCU9hwe0qsQrb0QPtjN_IhKmkrBvenjgUAVrMHq3S1ynrFGexRpqcHtVgRBx3BwfCrOHBLziP6g/s16000/blog_IMG_9332.jpg" /></a></div><p>I was hoping to detail everything in this post. But some things are meant not to be shared, at least for now. </p><p>I hope to be better. </p>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-39720055213602483212022-08-08T01:00:00.003+08:002022-08-08T19:09:50.395+08:00Hello August <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk5f9BTRQk7rD3qDP9YCLB5FJ8pA3O0WBh6VwYFz-9_kY05pkjbkloV5JbE5uTK_iC9zSdSCJ0Q-tTPdmtUVsDtNT1zSgfa92y7KnI-CFCr920idBltWIGnPh68CNeUWjS6u3Mbpnh3QGbtG-HadOy39n_XDNzgQ_0mhgLuMRxlV2sEohA8WWPNiRjRg/s2491/blog_IMG_9375.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1711" data-original-width="2491" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjk5f9BTRQk7rD3qDP9YCLB5FJ8pA3O0WBh6VwYFz-9_kY05pkjbkloV5JbE5uTK_iC9zSdSCJ0Q-tTPdmtUVsDtNT1zSgfa92y7KnI-CFCr920idBltWIGnPh68CNeUWjS6u3Mbpnh3QGbtG-HadOy39n_XDNzgQ_0mhgLuMRxlV2sEohA8WWPNiRjRg/s16000/blog_IMG_9375.jpg" /></a></div><p>The days in July flew so fast. I woke up looking forward for my father's birthday. I left work early to have special dinner with him. The next days, my two cousins had their own celebrations. And just like that, another month ended. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p>July and August are significant months in my paternal family. More than half of the family members are celebrating birthdays on these months. Before 2020, it meant consecutive lunches or dinners in my grandparents' residence. The pandemic ruined everything, especially for me and Dad. It was August 2021 when COVID started to devastate our family. My parents became COVID positive this month last year, which took away the life of my mother. Next month will be my mother's first death anniversary. I can't believe it's been a year since our lives painfully changed. I'm still struggling in many ways, but Dad's presence made everything better. </p><p>I once read, we need to embrace change. Otherwise, life will push you to make it happen. I definitely had my own share that extends at the workplace. There has been a project that's testing my composure. Last week was not an exemption, because I learned something that heightened my <strike>blood pressure</strike> emotions. I did not subscribe to my emotions. I banked on a more professional approach. I don't know where will this take me. This non-aggressive response may spark more frustrations. It maybe even viewed as my weakness. Oh well. I'll deal with them next week. For now, I'm savoring the extended weekend at home and the company of my trusted workplace friends on Tuesday. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNuLZ8nTeYpBzprYBfVspv_fsCgCQvGhlfkyFRq63XlUIUpneG4NstInaRaHZNktKrm1qR8vH0gD2jqSbskPNvKlxlUfajUU40p5rlTbLWdAxyCqVKVvm9rXC9oRw4mABNdzW98Ti9_idO9Kn_CH93LJ4EZuxB89laDaw7D7rNY7iVx67lGjfNBUCljw/s2756/blog_IMG_9439.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2756" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNuLZ8nTeYpBzprYBfVspv_fsCgCQvGhlfkyFRq63XlUIUpneG4NstInaRaHZNktKrm1qR8vH0gD2jqSbskPNvKlxlUfajUU40p5rlTbLWdAxyCqVKVvm9rXC9oRw4mABNdzW98Ti9_idO9Kn_CH93LJ4EZuxB89laDaw7D7rNY7iVx67lGjfNBUCljw/s16000/blog_IMG_9439.jpg" /></a></div><p>It's been raining in Manila every afternoon. Last Friday was the worst, we braved the rains and flood in Manila. I was able to reach home early, spent a few hours on Netflix and comfortably slept for more than eight hours. I didn't realize that everyone in Manila struggled to get home. </p><p>The weather got better on Saturday morning. On the afternoon however, the rains progressed until Sunday. I used to appreciate this kind of weather. But these days, it brings me worries on dengue, threat of flooding and all the hassles caused by a typhoon. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3A2JX4cuCwMQRHdaf8WOticJkvx_ccFRD12TJI6jQcX_s6uYOYMse1zkMIpDVQLbU7Ga8twIT6d7oxeMv-c20dAQgFgrDMAairmIEmpKBSXkFARF2LKODnxixgIIClZFrBXgfOz_cUx-HlCJO1zJ5Gqr1qhl9cVm0gsX6R9yh8axQMa34W2e0saRAzQ/s2671/blog_IMG_9347.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2671" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3A2JX4cuCwMQRHdaf8WOticJkvx_ccFRD12TJI6jQcX_s6uYOYMse1zkMIpDVQLbU7Ga8twIT6d7oxeMv-c20dAQgFgrDMAairmIEmpKBSXkFARF2LKODnxixgIIClZFrBXgfOz_cUx-HlCJO1zJ5Gqr1qhl9cVm0gsX6R9yh8axQMa34W2e0saRAzQ/s16000/blog_IMG_9347.jpg" /></a></div><p>Jodi Sta. Maria's portrayal of Dr. Ilustre on The Broken Marriage Vow made me discover a number of homegrown designer brands. I've always admired the midi skirts worn by Jodi and searched Instagram for her outfits. Much to my surprise, most skirts were priced Php 7,000 and above. The cheapest I found was the collection made by <a href="https://www.instagram.com/ninofranco.ph" target="_blank"><b>Niño Franco</b></a>. I tried a skirt and no regrets. It was worth the splurge. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrhcyUWihYrBRW0DlF-xwVXJplLOJzQOD0_d_fY0PaPAVjHF7AtjBkqASj89O2BrR-nXrJvrS_Q_gXBCUkP8_0eIMrOvM-5W_mEf4Yh6RFCY_l1m7R7RV6cG3TVroNYr5cmSzoDfumy8dQjUXhy7Em1nIuAchPfMfm-mUOiy8OM8RJ3DEXMoDSf88rXw/s1500/blog_IMG_9317.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1051" data-original-width="1500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrhcyUWihYrBRW0DlF-xwVXJplLOJzQOD0_d_fY0PaPAVjHF7AtjBkqASj89O2BrR-nXrJvrS_Q_gXBCUkP8_0eIMrOvM-5W_mEf4Yh6RFCY_l1m7R7RV6cG3TVroNYr5cmSzoDfumy8dQjUXhy7Em1nIuAchPfMfm-mUOiy8OM8RJ3DEXMoDSf88rXw/s16000/blog_IMG_9317.jpg" /></a></div><p style="text-align: justify;">Another splurge is this Xiaomi Lint Remover. I used to be contented with the Php 99 lint roller from H&M. A flash sale from Shopee convinced me to purchase. Xiaomi has been ruling my Shopee purchases in the last two years. In a separate post, I will detail my thoughts on this unexpected purchase. </p><p>More of my thoughts lately</p><p><i>On Mental Health </i>- I believe in the importance of mental health. Unfortunately, this has been used and abused by a number of people within my environment. Apologies, I have been a casualty of people using mental health as means to escape responsibilities. Mental health is a need, but accountability is our share to another person's mental health. </p><p><i>Professionalism</i> - There are days when I almost, allowed my emotions to handle a situation. I still believe that professionalism makes one the better person. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>Inflation</i> - Everything is expensive these days. I hope the National Government can offer a kinder approach in addressing this economic crisis. Kinder especially for the hardworking members of the labor force. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">In reality, I don't expect much from the government. I was hoping that I'll be given more freelance works and earnings to address the burden of Inflation. I hope my blog and Instagram account will generate impressions and later translate to earning opportunities. </p><p style="text-align: justify;"><i>Onsite work for 5 days</i> - My heart silently cried. I belong to the cluster of employees required to render 5 days of onsite work. My dream of saving more money is gone. COVID is still here. I depend on expensive KN95 masks, Immunopro and lots of prayers. </p><p style="text-align: justify;">I may come from a series of pessimistic thoughts lately. But I'm still hopeful. I'm looking forward for August to be better. </p>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-81087642451722403022022-07-24T18:58:00.003+08:002022-07-25T10:08:28.307+08:00Bag Crush : Cafuné Stance Bag<p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8kK2LEQmtzwBvfmOQszW_iQxFHc8qTGlBmGKz2uWJdTPATjpXOe_9F04T0428cX0rcmi4scMvbv7bGD1SA91SaEtvMA6yWeUTHTTBqdRdaj-XOiBF8aYId3O1vg0oU2WdiJblYjJCSWXx4e2ZzPh4G3p-KI4YeKnL4R0VKRfjAMUYU97iLpPc2CPsQ/s2425/blog_IMG_9253.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1688" data-original-width="2425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiz8kK2LEQmtzwBvfmOQszW_iQxFHc8qTGlBmGKz2uWJdTPATjpXOe_9F04T0428cX0rcmi4scMvbv7bGD1SA91SaEtvMA6yWeUTHTTBqdRdaj-XOiBF8aYId3O1vg0oU2WdiJblYjJCSWXx4e2ZzPh4G3p-KI4YeKnL4R0VKRfjAMUYU97iLpPc2CPsQ/s16000/blog_IMG_9253.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></p><p>Instagram has been contributing to my growing list of wants. A few weeks ago, I saw a Japanese middle aged woman carrying a bag that caught my attention. Good thing, she tagged the brand, which led me to discover <a href="https://www.ca-fune.com/" target="_blank"><b>Cafuné</b></a>. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p>True enough, the homepage showcased what I've been looking for </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV7IiDBPvkk6c8e1lPsTskFi_843yfPq_VU-m5rugXUOGk5gcPMQjq4TcjvIemviTSTjd83LugX9BJ30I-KBfuJcniOAIKRVOLCq73tJsR8Yi9BLv9d3rN18xy_R0cLgpSvNcEYyZ7i7UZVPNfzFWJE9Xf8JZKpLipW7gNeYVYJjotJgT4SqDupmiifw/s2609/Screen%20Shot%202022-07-17%20at%2012.37.55%20AM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1575" data-original-width="2609" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgV7IiDBPvkk6c8e1lPsTskFi_843yfPq_VU-m5rugXUOGk5gcPMQjq4TcjvIemviTSTjd83LugX9BJ30I-KBfuJcniOAIKRVOLCq73tJsR8Yi9BLv9d3rN18xy_R0cLgpSvNcEYyZ7i7UZVPNfzFWJE9Xf8JZKpLipW7gNeYVYJjotJgT4SqDupmiifw/s16000/Screen%20Shot%202022-07-17%20at%2012.37.55%20AM.png" /></a></div><p>What I love about the bag</p><p>The classic flap - It maybe inconvenient, especially in the Philippines where you have to constantly open your bag when entering a building. But for classic and formal pieces, I have preference for the classic flap bags.</p><p>It's made of real leather and has an option for pebbled leather - I don't own a bag made of real leather. I sold the last leather bag I own during the lockdown. In my mind, I will never have the opportunity to attend formal events again. I was also afraid that humidity will ruin the leather. I thought we will be working from home for years. After a few months, I was called to work onsite and since then, I have been dependent on nylon or pvc bags. I'm still afraid to use leather bags because it might be damaged or stained from alcohol sprays. Given our situation, I think I'm ready to use another leather bag. </p><p>The long strap - I've always been biased to bags with a detachable long strap.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisenB3a5qFlpNSjU7JXfShq20-LuFiFK4hEMp1QAfzj9aTMuiZPfteSJuOz4JXxemnjx9vEDCP94SBeg5zFNpHKrvSfDS1lWZw7P2bHzm_tOFrjsjCg7LMICEglTdmc7qbJiGPDEaGYUY_awXqD5EgyqJ9D7uHa9XCsPWC_YzGYwX0gRiR7RtOc0rZtg/s2728/blog_IMG_9214.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="2728" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisenB3a5qFlpNSjU7JXfShq20-LuFiFK4hEMp1QAfzj9aTMuiZPfteSJuOz4JXxemnjx9vEDCP94SBeg5zFNpHKrvSfDS1lWZw7P2bHzm_tOFrjsjCg7LMICEglTdmc7qbJiGPDEaGYUY_awXqD5EgyqJ9D7uHa9XCsPWC_YzGYwX0gRiR7RtOc0rZtg/s16000/blog_IMG_9214.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p>Cafuné leather is sourced from Italy, but its production site is stationed in Hong Kong. Initially, I thought the bag was sold in EU countries, similar with Polenè. While Hong Kong is near Manila, I don't think I can travel this year. Although I must admit, I don't mind revisiting Hong Kong. </p><p>After several google search, I learned that Cafuné is available in Adora. But the post was made back in 2019. Maybe I'll send an email to inquire. Although to be honest, I've never entered the premises of Adora. It has always intimidated me. :p The most I went to was Rustan's and a few shops in Greenbelt 3. </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoqKOviCYIfooEyXdhYbbhbYesvuwatV7iKg-iaSRuc9y4SW1TnWjX5qXLpR-RShx74lJcTqtEcu_TwTs5j9GvQhkCzrvFbpct9fut4Pgt0XiA2pmiu6wk3Hj_ibvheGPkJ1uTAZk2moT_9fg1HQUwmIqLDfXSwS8VUP1mNLPfgVYlkiPyLlwKMKKU2g/s1369/Screen%20Shot%202022-07-16%20at%2011.37.23%20PM.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1341" data-original-width="1369" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoqKOviCYIfooEyXdhYbbhbYesvuwatV7iKg-iaSRuc9y4SW1TnWjX5qXLpR-RShx74lJcTqtEcu_TwTs5j9GvQhkCzrvFbpct9fut4Pgt0XiA2pmiu6wk3Hj_ibvheGPkJ1uTAZk2moT_9fg1HQUwmIqLDfXSwS8VUP1mNLPfgVYlkiPyLlwKMKKU2g/s16000/Screen%20Shot%202022-07-16%20at%2011.37.23%20PM.png" /></a></p><p>The Stance Bag in red looks nice but I prefer to have the pebbled leather in black or brownstone. The Stance also comes in a smaller or wallet size, which I also hope to own for formal events. </p><p>For now, this bag remains in my wish list. :)</p>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575813723620766605.post-18631573711217477742022-07-16T00:23:00.004+08:002022-07-16T20:12:44.278+08:00For the better <p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Rfe0c7XkLLeB3WOGLPEvhmMUNkrqe_T9tizj2tc-409-lv5TysNSy0ux3XJgwMW3w5riMdzPwK205-OaTTZ57Lc_pEJiACalnp5zO02yALrATviwYfSMbLN3Jvv9iZdYObkbqnK6onDwHiOLPGr39TtrEdYyGLmh0cpx890_oxlByhhF3oPzwrIExQ/s2508/blog_IMG_9102.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1733" data-original-width="2508" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Rfe0c7XkLLeB3WOGLPEvhmMUNkrqe_T9tizj2tc-409-lv5TysNSy0ux3XJgwMW3w5riMdzPwK205-OaTTZ57Lc_pEJiACalnp5zO02yALrATviwYfSMbLN3Jvv9iZdYObkbqnK6onDwHiOLPGr39TtrEdYyGLmh0cpx890_oxlByhhF3oPzwrIExQ/s16000/blog_IMG_9102.jpg" /></a></p>And the "healthy" food uploads continues .... I'm trying my best to eat healthy but in reality, there have been several cheat meals lately. There were also days when I forget to drink Rosuvastatin before bed time. If there's any improvement, the initial side effects of Rosuvastatin have already subsided.<span><a name='more'></a></span><div><p><b>Random things I remember the past week </b></p><p><b>Dad's Birthday</b> - Always grateful for Dad's presence. I would not have survived the past months without him. I hope we will be continuously blessed with good health. </p><p><b>The cheerful tricycle driver taking unhealthy dinner (</b>rice, sunny side up and hotdog) from the nearby eatery - He exhibits the usual figure of an old and obese Filipino man (note: equipped with a protruding belly). The sight of him enjoying unhealthy dinner reminds me of myself. I can't resist hunger and the temptation of unhealthy food, especially after a long and tiring day. I hope that he remains healthy. </p><p><b>5 days of onsite work </b>- This week forced me to report for work from Monday to Friday. It was exhausting but I realized, this has been my life before the pandemic. How did I survive more than a decade of working, commuting and trying my best to make ends meet before payday. </p><p><a href="https://www.ca-fune.com/" target="_blank"><b>Cafuné Bags </b></a>- Another bag crush, aside from Polenè, The <b><a href="https://www.ca-fune.com/products/stance-bag-blacktxt" target="_blank">Stance Bag</a> </b>is calling my name. I have been stalking the bag from its own site and Instagram. </p><p><b>Kids will be back to school</b> - It's official, at least for the school I work. We will welcome the incoming academic year with students at all levels returning onsite. </p><p><b>Teachers struggling and refusing to work onsite </b>- I will not deny the fact that I feel envious of the faculty workforce in our school. They have been on 100% work from home arrangement for two consecutive years. The presence of modules and dominance of asynchronous over synchronous sessions made work easier for them. They don't experience the hassles and threats of reporting for work. They have spare time to pursue other endeavors. They get paid at the comforts of home. If I have been in their shoes, I probably have saved a lot of money and started other meaningful endeavors. They have the best working arrangement, but I would still hear complaints and all forms of discontentment. </p><p>They have gained blessings from the pandemic, while me and other support staff were left with struggles. While others have their own successful stories from the pandemic, my version has always been struggling and surviving. </p><p><b>Getting used to "ugly" rubber shoes and skirts</b> - Years ago, I noticed the usual uniform of female workers in Hong Kong. Ladies in full make up, styled hair, tailor fitted uniforms were paired with Toms, Vans, Dr. Kong or those chunky and comfy rubber shoes. It didn't look awkward on them, especially since most of them have really nice legs. I never imagined myself to become one of them. :p But these days, I alternately wear Skechers and Dr. Kong. I enjoy walking, it's the only exercise I can accommodate. I was hoping to be later rewarded with skinny legs, but my calves are screaming each day. </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_bqOStnaK67pp896W0KuYGqptcYwWZiJbBHMIXTGi3fcFytY2dYAGUK1drz3TZ9z6GgHL5NTSH2B6NdTKkyzDE8LSslvZXZ67LqxockWCDtaS2j4rbt4CnY1z1eThOOZoHUvWXX2u2SnUC5JnThCDhiCwIQAj_o9mqCXvMTH346gGwjhpVWmjIvgug/s2271/blog_IMG_9070.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1638" data-original-width="2271" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd_bqOStnaK67pp896W0KuYGqptcYwWZiJbBHMIXTGi3fcFytY2dYAGUK1drz3TZ9z6GgHL5NTSH2B6NdTKkyzDE8LSslvZXZ67LqxockWCDtaS2j4rbt4CnY1z1eThOOZoHUvWXX2u2SnUC5JnThCDhiCwIQAj_o9mqCXvMTH346gGwjhpVWmjIvgug/s16000/blog_IMG_9070.jpg" /></a></div><p>I wish to end on a positive note but I have been consumed with frustrations the past few days. I hope something optimistic happens next week. I hope to accomplish something. I hope to find something meaningful. I pray for happiness and a better week. </p></div>Diane Writeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04953342733042235541noreply@blogger.com0