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If you are close to me, then you might know that my Mom is not actually my best friend kind of Mom. In fact, in most of the days of our lives, we spent it arguing with each other. This morning was kind of different. It was one of the rare days that Mom would surprise me with her Mommy power.

What happened?

Well, I have been working my ass out to cope up with the financial needs in the house and my Mom knows that I do my best in everything. Even if we argue a lot, she knows that she brought me up well and that I am a responsible person.

So, when I arrived home from the office she asked, ”Aren’t you going to sleep yet?” I answered, “No, just finishing up some things to be able to work smoothly next week.” She then went down stairs, and when she came back, she brought me a cup of hot noodles. With a smile on my face, I said thanks. We had a bit of a chit-chat then I told her I am just gonna sleep now then work on things later when I wake up. She then leaves the room smiling.

I can’t help but appreciate her being a Mom when she does that, and maybe its good the she rarely do that for me to appreciate her greately.

Being a Mom is not a simple thing. Not all women are blessed to have this gift. God had choosen me to be a mother of two at a young age. I admit that I don’t think I was ready for such responsibility when I got pregnant, but I let His will be done. So, I take on love and life with an additional two precious lives attached to me.

Like my Mom, I think I am not the best friend kind of Mom, because often times when I correct my daughter, I lose patience and shout at her. But, that doesn’t stop us from loving each other. It hurts me when I do those kind of things. STRESS just sucks the hell out of me most of the time, that I could not control my temper. However, I do my best in avoiding those situations.

So, my daughter may be scared of me when I get angry, but at least she knows well enough that she could count on me for comfort. Just awhile ago, she went into my room bringing a fake flower.

She comes closer and tells me, “Mommy, this is for you.” I smiled and kissed her. She then snuggled with me in my bed and told me, “I locked my room.” She then covered her ears, “Lola Mommy is going to shout at me.” I smiled and say, “It’s okay. Mommy will handle it. Just go to sleep so that Lola Mommy won’t have the chance to shout at you.” So, not long after our talk, I heard a snore. She had fallen asleep while I was writing this post.

This is a beautiful day. I am feeling the love of the family and that just inspires me to work my ass out.

My daughter knows how to use my MacBook now, I guess she tries to learn things as she looks at me work sometimes. She loves playing with Photo Booth. She makes different faces whenever she takes a shot of herself. Here are the pictures she took:

New year, new look, new posts and new topic. I was wondering what to put on my first post; perhaps it would be better if I tell a story of my life.

Let me start, I was born January 30, 1982; which would make me 25 years old today – Happy Birthday to me HURAAAAH. Some would say that I was born with a silver spoon, perhaps it’s true, because when I was young, I often get what I want. Maybe that would explain why I am so demanding – am I?

I studied Preschool to High school at Assumption – Iloilo, and college at the University of San Agustin. I graduated Bachelor of Science in Computer Engineering. At first I thought the course I took would give me a profession in where I could just sit in the computer and type all day long. Later, I found out that its mostly hardware that we are going to be working with, then I knew the course for me was supposed to be Computer Science – in which at first, I thought it’s a course for scientist. Well, it’s me… sometimes I do get kind of dumb.

After graduation, I can’t wait to have a job – hoping to work in an office, sit and type all day long; even if I am just hired as a computer secretary. I tried working in a call center – finished and passed the training period there, but the company is corrupt and therefore I decided to stop. The next job that came into my life is somewhat I call my Dream Job, sitting in a computer all day long and just type. I am grateful to have this job, because I could proudly say I got in this on my own.

It’s been more than a year that I have worked in this company. Met a lot of friends, got some enemies too. Its life, it’s normal to have those. My satisfaction with this company is enough to make me stay in here for long.

Love life, well I had a baby before I graduated college. I was never married, but my relationship with the father of my child made me comfortable and stronger in facing life’s challenges.

Likes… Fat men, why I like them? I had my first boyfriend when I was just 19 years old. He is a handsome fat guy. During our relationship I had a fling with another fat guy (just can’t get enough of fat guys). So I got caught, and both relationships ended. Since then, no one could catch my attention except for fat or big guys. I had another fat boyfriend, didn’t work out because he was so stupid. Then the father of my baby came into my life (he is of course fat), he seems nice at first but I found out he was such a playboy. Then another boyfriend (fat guy too) came, this time I know this guy loves me from head to toe. I don’t know what is wrong with me, but I was head over heels in love with him from the start, but the relationship got boring when he wanted me all to himself. Then I got back with the father of my baby that was the time we had our beautiful daughter. I can’t seem to accept his being playboy, so were better off as friends.

Seems to me I have explained almost everything about me in this post. I hope you would learn to understand me better with this blog.

Keep on visiting for an exciting adventure into my world.