Friday, December 30, 2016

Gift of God Christmas Party 2016

The Gift of God Catholic Community is close to my heart because it is the organization which kept our family intact despite the obstacles that challenged our strength and unity.

Last year, I also had the chance to attend their Christmas Party which was held in one of their members’ residence. (Read entry here: http://missvalenzuela.blogspot.com/2015/12/the-gift-for-families.html)

This year, the group decided to have their party at St. Jude Court, Malinta, Valenzuela City. It was a good venue choice because it’s very neat and spacious; it’s safe for the kids because it’s fenced and gated; chairs and tables were readily available for borrowing at the barangay hall nearby; it’s accessible to public transportation; etc.


At first I didn’t know that my parents would ask me to join them because I’m not a group member. But when they started preparing their grandchildren for the party, common sense told me that they would need an extra hand to look after the kids. So, this year, I joined the party again – to babysit, which I didn’t mind of course. 


It was a simple yet well-organized party, and I must say that this one was handled better compared to last year. Gifts were pouring, there was ample food, and games were all enjoyable! On the side, I took the opportunity to take pictures of my family to document that precious bonding moment.

The Christmas Party that the Gift of God Catholic Community was a good reminder to me that if there’s one thing in my life that I can be truly proud of, it is having my parents who remained together for more than three decades now – as they  were lucky to achieve their “forever.”


Wednesday, December 28, 2016

Snacks & Ladders Bonding

Every Christmas, I find time to meet my college friends who are my children’s god parents. This year, we opted to dine at Snacks and Ladders in Maginhawa, Quezon City, perhaps with Ken having in mind that my kids will be joining. (Another bonding story with my college friends: http://missvalenzuela.blogspot.com/2015/12/christmas-time-is-reunion-time.html

The restaurant was truthful to its tagline, “the happiest place in Maginhawa,” because the moment we came in, my son Vladimir had been ecstatic to play its humongous chess board right beside the parking lot. My daughter, Hillary, followed her big brother and enjoyed playing with the pawns too.

Chess Players

I noticed that the people who hang out at the place are mostly teenagers – rich, thinking, decent kids —like the kind of kids that study in ValMaSci (This is compliment, hahaha!).

Play Area

The walls of the resto have shelves that display their available board games and toys that are either for rent or for sale. My good friend, Julie, accompanied my son to get a Jenga, which is my son’s dream toy. Ken, Vladimir’s godfather, also patiently played with him.

Ken & Vladimir playing bouncing balls

Hami playing with some colorful Tetris blocks

We had a lovely night spent. Vladimir received a toy, a wristwatch, and activity books from his godparents, Elmi and Ken; while Hami received a kitchenware set from her godmom Golda (it’s a totally perfect gift for Hami because she loves to play with spoons). I already told Julie that she will be the next godparent of my seven-month unborn baby in my tummy, which she gaily responded with “ssuuurrreee!”



                At first, I was hesitant to go to Maginhawa. Good thing I changed my mind because that not-so-explored area turned out to contribute a fine experience for my children. This 2016, we had happy holidays indeed!

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Matchy-matchy Fashion in a Budget

When I was still in college, I used to enjoy budget shopping every Christmas and yet I was able to buy gifts for all the people who are close to my heart – my immediate family. With just 500 pesos, I already have something to wrap for all of them.

I also reckon one time when I was able to buy one set of Christmas outfit with the same amount of budget at the then existing Ever Gotesco in Caloocan City. My bargain wardrobe consisted of one off shoulder blouse for 100 pesos, one maong pants for round about 250 to 280 pesos, and brown, kinda heavy, wooden sandals at 100 pesos also. I was then accompanied by my cousin, Kuya Chrisvert. (That time, I was earning a little extra for selling Avon products to my classmates.)

Now that I’m a mom of two, I am happy to experience being my old self when shopping – a budget shopper who pays in cash and not through credit cards. I used my Christmas bonus to buy matchy-matchy outfits for myself and my kids: white top, blue maong shorts, and white sneakers. (I was doing mental Math while I was putting the clothes in the cart, haha!)

After the Christmas Mass
Thank God, my kids are good looking. They can pull off the plain clothes they wear. (Sorry to brag. I'm the mom. You understand, right? Hehe.)

For some reason, I am always mesmerized to see people wearing the same outfit whether they’re partners or parent-and-child. My latest inspiration were the photos of foreign parents with their “mini-me” children in their fabulous and similar get-ups which I just saw on Facebook a few months back.

Perhaps, I have adopted this particular inclination for uniform outfits from my mama.

My Mom & Her Grandkids

I remember when my sisters and I were little, she would often shop clothes of the same design for the three of us.

There was also one time when I joined an elocution contest in kinder, my mother hired a dress maker to create doll dresses for me and my sister Lavinia. Both of us were in red. Mine was bloody red, hers was polka dotted red.

While relaxing at my sister's place a few days ago, we were also happily reminiscing our childhood in Bicol. We were having a good laugh at how mama used to buy Kerokeroppi shirts and shorts for my siblings and my cousins for Christmas. On our way to the church, all of us cousins (eight kids) were like on a parade because we were wearing alike outfits. It was real fun! And I think we were getting public attention. Perhaps the people were thinking that mama and papa didn’t practice family planning because my cousins could really be misconstrued as our siblings too. Haha!

Until now, mama and papa still often wear their classic white tees and maong pants when attending church masses together. They ain’t flashy when it comes to style but as their child, I find them cute and sweet as I look at them from a distance. Isn't it nice to see couples who wear similar shirts outdoors?

During Vladimir’s 5th party, I have also demonstrated my love for matching outfits. On his minion-themed, his dad and I wore yellow shirts and maong pants.

Vladimir's 5th Birthday (2014)

I wish for more matchy-matchy days with my children for it always brings a lovely feeling to the old soul in me.

Friday, December 23, 2016

Christmas Pictures of My “Love Team”

P.I.O.

The team that I love which caused me ups and downs. The team that honed my skills for five years. And the team that continues to teach me how life is.

When I resigned from Citigroup a couple of years back, I was torn between two job applications: I applied at the Registry of Deeds (national government agency) and the Public Information Office (local government unit). Although the former guaranteed higher compensation, my heart fell for PIO because I knew it was the place where I could finally use what I learned in college as a Speech Communication major. I was right. And I liked best the writing part.

I enjoyed my work so much that I felt that I gradually became workaholic. I used to feel that I had more sense of fulfilment at work rather than when I’m at our house. Then I had a domestic problem. And I had office concerns too. Despite my constant issues, part of my heart still belonged to PIO. I still opted to stay even if there were times I feel like I’m better off resigned.

What I feel for PIO is like being totally in-love with a partner who is too difficult to understand, yet too difficult to let go because it’s my comfort zone and it’s the only thing that satisfies most of my life’s passions.

On December 23, I attended our simple Christmas party at the Town Hall of Valenzuela Town Center. I only took few pictures for I know that most of my officemates will also use their camera phones to capture the moment. With the few shots I had, I’d like to share the story of my team in seven pictures:

1.       We’re naughty and nice.

It’s a plain background – a tarpaulin and few gift prizes for the games.
If you will look at the text on the tarpaulin, it says “Plantation Bay, Cebu City.” Pun was intended there because number one, until the last minute, we didn’t know our party venue considering that we were the local government’s events unit (Haha! The irony); number two, some of my officemates wanted to make our absent-officemates believe that the team got a free travel package from our big boss as an incentive because we’re “great”; and number three, we wanted to elicit the reaction of people from other “extravagant” departments when they find out that we’d still have to take plane ride just to get to our party venue. Despite these so many corny motives, at the end of the day, we just wanted to ward ourselves off the bad vibes that recently lurk around our office domain.

2.       We’re each other’s piece of cake.

This cake was baked by Kuya Jocar. It looks nice, isn’t it? It tasted good too. This cake is like the members of my team. We’re artists and office personnel who are beautifully created by God to serve one purpose – to deliver public service. We may not be perfect, but we’re stronger when we’re united.

3.       We see light amidst darkness.

Like this chandelier shot, our office shines beautifully in the eyes of many departments. We are their artists and documentarists. We often get involved in nasty controversies yet we remain functional and productive.

4.     Most of us got balls.
       Literally and figuratively.


















5.       We accept challenges with smiles on our faces.

Sometimes I wonder why certain bad things had to happen in our office. Before, we were all happy and united. Times changed, some horns bloated and some monsters were born. Despite these, a lot of us still choose to shrug off the bad vibes every day. All of us put our happy faces on. It’s a very useful mask. *Grin.









6.       We laugh at green jokes (some don’t).

Our artists are funny men who often crack green jokes. Although a lot of us can grasp these, there are some who don’t appreciate it.













7.       We’ll go where our circumstances will lead us to.
Our office experience is just a slice of our mundane lives. No matter how much we wanted to stick around, we couldn’t avoid being shaken. So while we’re here, I suppose we’re just enjoying our journey.


Team PIO, hang on…

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

For The Sugod-City Hall Folks

     I appreciate Facebook posts that remind the netizens that the birth of Jesus Christ is the reason why we celebrate Christmas. While it’s perfectly okay to plague the social media with pictures of parties attended, gifts received, foodies prepared, movie festival entries, and the likes, I think each Filipino Christian should focus more on the family unity part as symbolized by the Holy Family, rather than the fun worldly activities associated to Christmas.

       Yes, I have heard it several times that it is the capitalists’ fault why we view the Christmas season in a different light. While it is not entirely a bad thing to spend a lot during the holidays because workers receive 13th month and nth pays plus bonuses and gifts anyway, I’m just a little sad that not all adults seem to understand WHY we have Christmas.

       My motivation for writing this blog entry is my consistent Christmas experience at the city hall for four years. I have noticed that every year, strangers would just barge inside our office to ask for gifts or money from the employees, and that they would roam around like supervisors going from one table to the next. While it should be nice to give and share blessings, if almost every day of the Christmas week you will be approached by people you don’t know, it somehow feels disturbing for some reasons:

1.       Not all government employees receive high salaries and a lot of them are even broke. Whenever I see people approach an officemate who I know is struggling financially, I itch to tell the stranger “spare him/her.” But of course it’s impolite to utter that so I just keep quiet.  
2.       Government employees are not politicians. They do public service but they are not privileged to have access to funds just like the elected officials. Not because the politicians’ offices have readily available gifts to share to the voters, other offices are prepared too. The extra pay we receive is sometimes used to pay off debts or is already earmarked for family expenses.
3.       It’s unpleasant to feel that you’re being outsmarted. Perhaps since it is not my nature to ask money from people I don’t know, I find their gesture too bold and uncivilized. Imagine a stranger approaching you with palms wide open to ask for gifts or money, wouldn’t you feel awkward? I’m quite certain that some of you would have this little voice inside your heads saying, “Why ask money from people around when you seem to be fit to work?”  
4.       It’s painful if you’re unable to give. Who doesn’t want to share your blessings most especially if you have more than enough? But if you’re the type of person who always worries about fund shortage for the bills that constantly come in, who wouldn’t be annoyed of the financial liability right in front of your face?

       This sentiment may elicit negative feedbacks because there are really kind-hearted people who are able to share even if they’re financially unstable. Kudos to them! In one way or another, perhaps they are surviving just fine. But for those who really have to keep their cash flow under careful watch, they must agree with my sentiment, hoping that the sugod-city hall folks every Christmas would not office-hop, because they’re breaking our hearts (and our pockets) big time.


Monday, December 19, 2016

Have a Break, Enjoy the Sembreak

Going back to school made me realize that I have deteriorated in speed in terms of producing a paperwork output. When I was still in college, I would finish a paper in 30 minutes and would still get graded with flying colors. Now, considering that I am a professional writer in our humble locality, I couldn’t seem to match the pace of my other classmates in masters. I came to realize this when my professor asked us to conduct a qualitative research. I noticed that despite that my classmates were loaded with more M.A. subjects than I do, and they’re employed too, they were still able to submit their works on time and they could present really nice reports. I’m left wondering why they can do everything required and I cannot. I guess I need to revamp my time management strategies, if I actually have that at all. Haha!
I entered graduate school with the confidence that I can get through it with ease. I was wrong. I realized that what I got into is not a simple battlefield. This endeavour requires full attention, focus, and a lot of budget. Since I’m pregnant right now and I don’t want to sacrifice my unborn baby’s safety, I would always ride on a taxi for transport just to get to school, which here in the Philippines is too costly.
I’m still sleepy as I’m writing this blog because for the past two weeks, I have been spending sleepless nights completing my research at my makeshift study room. I have asked my mom to sleep beside my daughter during night time because I needed to do my paper. Even if it breaks my heart to not sleep beside my child, I suppressed my wanting to be with her because my professor would only grade the finished product, not the ordeals that a mother-student would have to go through just to come up with something.
So finally, I can breathe, thank God. Today officially marks my sembreak in graduate school.
At this point, even if I feel messed up, part of me is hoping to improve myself better. I feel like I’m reverting back to my childhood days when I used to daydream of the things that I wanted to do. I’m torn between pondering if I am really at the advantaged end since I am now making money for myself; or I am far behind because until now, I am still dissatisfied with what I have.  
Shrug off the bad vibes. Ugh. I’m really sleepy.

After several tiresome projects and concerns, I think my body is just telling me to rest for now. There are more things to do… ZZZzzzzz… 

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

‘Tis the Season to be SEPHORA Glammin’

     If there’s one thing that I like best about being single again, I’d consider learning how to use make-up as the most beneficial to me. During mornings that I wake up feeling ugly, I simply turn to my make-up set and put a little color on and voila! My “feeling ugly” day is whipped away in seconds.

     This Christmas, I am not very excited at all to attend parties because I’m big (I’m six months pregnant to the same dad of my two kids, and soon they will be three). But then I recall that glam is not only for skinny girls. It is also for all the women out there who thinks and believes that they are gorgeous too. It’s a state of mind.

     It was announced earlier in the office that we will have a Christmas party soon. It’s going to be an overnight affair of merry-making in a private pool somewhere here in Valenzuela. One of my dear old friends joked that he couldn’t wait to have a glimpse of my flawless and varicose vein-free legs again. Haha! Funny guy. His comment lingered a bit and so I thought, yes I may be big but I still have that sex appeal even if I’m very, obviously, pregnant.

     I’m the kind of woman who’s into neither flirting around nor getting men’s attention but I suddenly felt excited that I can still catwalk and collect compliments from my admirer-friends. I didn’t get three crowns in beauty pageants some 12 years ago for nothing. Hahaha! And well, we just love giving compliments to one another to keep us happy and united at work.

     For our upcoming Christmas party, I checked the photographs of pretty and pregnant Filipina celebrities online for some inspiration. I got particularly interested in Andi Eigenmann’s look on a cover magazine in 2011. She looks dazzling, happy, and reserved on the photo – the kind of look that I would also like to have for myself.

Source: http://www.noypistuff.com/

     We have the same mestiza feature so I think her choice of make-up colors would also suit me well. Since I’ll be attending a night party, I might have to experiment a bit. I’m looking forward to use SEPHORA products to make sure that I will look radiant at our party.

     I’m on my early thirties and signs of ageing are inevitable. Again, good thing there’s make-up, and here are my simple make-up tricks:

     First, I simply conceal my facial skin imperfections. It would be nice if I could cover my entire face with BECCA Ultimate Cover Complexion Crème.

BECCA Ultimate Cover Complexion Crème

     I am also convinced of the power of HOOLA Bronzer to enliven my face even better.

HOOLA Bronzer

     This is my ultimate wish: to use the ZOEVA Rose Golden Luxury Set of make-up brush for my eye shadow and for my brows. Filling my brows with dark brownish color works for me.

ZOEVA Rose Golden Luxury Set

     I was taught by my old, self-acclaimed, make-up guru-friend to wear pinkish lip color to look younger. That's the same shade Andi was wearing on the magazine. For my lips, I prefer to use TOO FACED Melted Matte Liquefied Long Wear Matte Lipstick – Misso Pretty shade.

TOO FACED Melted Matte Liquified Long Wear Matte Lipstick

     I could go ahead and complete my desired Barbie-like face by applying TWO FACED Love Flush on the apples of my cheek. It worked for Andi. I'm quite sure it would work out fine with me as well.

TWO FACED Love Flush

      To finish off, I would simply apply put final touches of face powder to look fresh, softer, and ready for fun!

     Imagining all these stuff, I can't wait to to start collecting compliments again to feel better about myself.

     Do you also want to look good and fab on your upcoming Christmas party? Shop more make-up products on Sephora PH here!