Tuesday, 30 December 2008

The Arrogant Mayor Nasser Pangandaman Jr of Lanao del Sur, Philippines

I'm sorry ... but I could not let go of this chilling account of arrogance as recounted online by a fellow Filipino. There are a great many things I love about the Philippines and unfortunately a great number of things I know that are embarassing to every Filipino such as the display of ego and arrogance of those who holds a public office in the government of the Philippines.

Read below.

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THE WORLD HAS GONE CRAZY
By Decidido (Bambee dela Paz)
26 December 2008

So, I just had the worst day of my life.

At around 1:30 PM today, at Valley Golf and Country Club, Antipolo City, Mayor Nasser Pangandaman, Jr., Mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur, his father, Secretary Nasser Pangandaman of the Department of Agrarian Reform, and company, beat my defenseless 56-year-old dad and my 14-year-old brother to a pulp because of some stupid misunderstanding on the golf course.

This is a golf course. I have been a golfer all my life, and I have never seen anything like this. NOTHING. This is hard to comprehend. And it happened to my own father and my own brother too. Right in front of my eyes.

My brother and I were playing golf at the South Course of Valley. We were on the 3rd hole, and we see two golf carts going past us, overtaking our flight, and setting up to tee off on the next hole. My dad goes up to them and asks them why they would do that, why they would overtake us without even asking for our permission. Golf etiquette 101. One of the guys says that they're with the flight in front of us. (So what? That doesn't give them the right to just pass us WITHOUT asking.) So, we go to the 5th hole. The flight behind us catches up with us, and asks us what caused the hold up. We said that this flight just slipped in front of our flight. So we complained to the marshall. We play the 5th hole and walk towards the next hole, where there is a teehouse, and both the flights in front of us were there, talking with the marshall. The mayor of Masiu City, Lanao del Sur talks with my dad. Things get heated up. Voices were raised. But never, in my wildest dreams, did I ever imagine that someone would pull out a punch. Apparently not. He attacks my father. His flightmates, maybe 2 or 3 of them, rush to his aid and beat up my father. My 56-year-old father. My younger brother and I could not just watch. We rushed to break the fight. My younger brother pleads to the mayor to please stop it. To not hurt my dad. To just stop. His words still ring through my head..."Sorry na po, sorry na po...tama na...tama na po..." With his hands in front of his chest in a praying position. PLEADING. The mayor socks him in the face. My brother defended himself. My dad is still on the ground getting clobbered. My brother is the same way. I try to stop the fight, but all I can do is stop one person. There were 4 or 5 of them attacking now.

Someone breaks up the fight. I thought it was all over. The mayor shouts to his caddy: "Hindi nila kami kilala! Sabihin mo nga sa kanila kung sino ako!" And believe me, I had no idea who this person was. But now I know. He's the person who, with 4 other men, beat up my 56-year-old father and my 14-year-old brother. He's the person who sacks a pleading 14-year-old kid in the face. He's a person who, I am sure, is gonna rot in hell.

I lash out, but my dad held me back. I was screaming my lungs out, shouting to this mayor, telling him about what he had done. I said: "Nakakahiya kayo. Singkwenta'y sais anyos ang tatay ko. And kapatid ko kakatorse anyos. Anong ilalaban nila sayo?

"The mayor looks at my brother, point to his face, and says, "Tatandaan kita!" And he tells me that my brother has a bad attitude and that I need to watch him. WHAT THE HELL?! So, my brother's bad for defending his father?!

We leave. We walk to the clubhouse to file a complaint. My brother asks for a doctor. My dad could barely walk. Their group comes to the clubhouse, sees my brother. Once again my brother pleads, says sorry, and is crying. He was CRYING, for crissakes. But no. The relentless mayor still punches him in the face, and then sees my dad and goes after my dad again. Him and his friend pull my dad to the ground, pulls at his feet, and steps on him like he's dirt. I run to him and try to hold him back, holding him back by his shirt, while this other guy and this girl tries to stop me. She tells me to just stop it. I scream in her face "they're beating my father up and you want me to stop?!" I pull at his shirt--I don't let go. All I can see was my dad being trampled on. I didn't even see my brother getting beat up.

People pull them away. I get my dad, and I saw my brother. His right ear was bleeding. I freaked out. I told the receptionists to bring my brother to the clinic. I pull my dad away. People were separating us.

My mom and my older brother come. I tell her Bino's right ear is bleeding. They both look like they could kill. My dad holds my brother off, I hold off my mom. When I finally got my mom under control, my older brother gets away and I hold him off. Two of the mayor's bodyguards pull out guns. I embraced my brother from the back, just holding him back, crying. The receptionists came to us, crying, hugging me, my dad, and my mom, whispering to us to just leave. "Maam, umalis na po kayo, may mga baril sila...Maam...umalis na po kayo please..."

I am pretty sure the Secretary of DAR did not take part in the fight, but he just watched all this happen. He watched two of his sons, as we figured out, the other guy was his son, too, beat up my father and my 14-year-old brother. He didn't do anything to stop it. And this person is what now? A cabinet member. A politician.

Sounds like something out of a movie, doesn't it? But this is what happened. TODAY. The day after Christmas. To my family. And all I ask for is JUSTICE. The people at Valley Golf did not seem to want to help us. None of the security guards even tried to stop the fight. Right in the clubhouse. I came back after the fight was over and talked to the receptionists. They say they did not see anything. The general manager of Valley Golf would not give us the names of the men who made my brother's ear bleed. It took him an hour. Maybe even more than that. He seemed to not want to help us. Because, we were against the SECRETARY OF THE DEPARTMENT OF AGRARIAN REFORM and the MAYOR OF MASIU CITY, LANAO DEL SUR. They were all scared.
The world has gone crazy. Two politicians beat up a defenseless 56-year-old father and his 14-year-old son. At a golf course. I swear to God, I thought golfers were decent people. You would think politicians were decent people. I guess not. I guess they gang up on 56-year-old men and beat up pleading 14-year-old kids.

Please pray for my dad, my brother and for my whole family. Please pray that we get JUSTICE. Oh God, please, give these people what they deserve.

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Now, tell me ... would you just sit back and contend this as just another hoodlum story? Would a public apology suffice? There sure are two sides of the story, but this gal's version is something I'd buy at any time. The involved Mayor has his inflated ego, bodyguards and guns to boost as compared to the bodily harm his gang inflicted to Bambee's 56 yr old Dad and traumatised 14 yr old brother. And to the golf club house staff who denied the family help, shame on you all! But this didn't surprise me one bit since it's one very typical Filipino attititude and trait ... to look the other way, even if the truth's slapped them smack on their face. No one wants to be involved. People on denial. Very accepting of the unacceptable. Uncaring. Scared.

Click on link to Bambee's blog about the incident and how the case have developed so far ...


Wednesday, 24 December 2008

Saturday, 20 December 2008

Consuming Kids Video Clips

I just watched this report documentary which I find pretty scary. I'm glad I was able to somehow make my child understand that he cannot have everything he wants at all times. He has learned to accept a "no" when we say so. Times certainly have changed our priorities in life. How can we miss this development in our so-called society?



Here are some food-for-thoughts for parents on how to deal with direct or indirect marketing to our children.

Wednesday, 10 December 2008

Thank you ...

Life really has its way of dazzling one. It truly is a roller coaster of a ride that could transport you from one happy stage and into the saddest and lowest point of your existence. The last couple of weeks had been one crazy ride for me. I did lost momentum, felt betrayed in many ways, I’ve been enraged, angry, bitter and sad. I went through all possible emotions one could ever think of. Now, I can only look back, shake my head and move on with life – whichever way it takes me for a ride.

Thank you all for your sympathies, wisdom, kind words and encouragement. At this point, I have come to accept things as what they are and how it had been for the last few weeks. I am fine and coping up after everything’s said and done. I felt a lot better after writing that piece as it served as my outlet … I needed to vent out all my pain and emotions, and I have no regrets whatsoever. I am humbled by your love and concern. Rest assured that I am well. I had my closure.

Wednesday, 26 November 2008

My father passed away ...

... and I was the last to know!

I was informed last night that my father died November 14 and was buried sometime last week. Just like that ... no details, no background story. I was upset ... I am still upset ... and very disappointed having been totally left out - not being in the loop ... not being told of what had happened or how it happened.

I loved my father ... it hurts me so deeply being left out in the cold, not among those who were the first to be informed ... like I never existed at all. I am angry and I do not know who to be angry with.

So, to you who made the decision to keep me from knowing the passing away of my own father: SHAME ON YOU! I never knew such selfishness. Loathe for all I care ... you certainly rejoice as you've inflicted pain in my heart but I will take comfort in knowing my father thought of me as he breathe his last breath.

Rest in peace, Daddy. You will always be in my memory.

Sunday, 26 October 2008

Cost of honour ...

"My daughter deserve to die for falling in love." - says an unrepentant muslim father.

How can love, or infatuation for that matter be so wrong? I am so moved by this very story. I felt rage, and hatred for this father who killed his own daughter and felt proud about his despicable act.

I will never get to understand his reasoning ... I felt numbed by just reading this tale. Will there ever be justice for this poor sould of a 16-year old? I hope so ... somewhere ... somehow.

Monday, 13 October 2008

Facebook traps

No one has escaped the Facebook craze when it opened up in the worldwide web. My friends raved so much about this phenomenon. Only now did they discover the bitter truth about being a Facebook-member.

I have been warned about Facebook during its early stages. It was meant to be a “party”-page, and this party is one that never stops. “Party”-page because it offers all the available user-friendly tools that would blow your head away, especially on the social part (dating, games, dinner groups, reunions, etc). You’ll get hooked! Facebook, as in other websites, even encourage you to give input on how to make the site better. They would acknowledge your contribution (some even claim to get certain “thank-you” fees) and will make you feel so much like “family”, and an unsuspecting one at that.

So, what is it you do not know about Facebook? Below are just some of them.

1) Facebook is governed by the California by-laws on interactive media, and they are a lot different to the laws you are accustomed to in Europe. When you accept membership, without reading the fine print, you are likely to be accepting more than what you are prepared to bargain for.

2) Once you’re in, you will always be in. It is not possible for you to get out of Facebook. Once a member, always a member. You can inactivate your profile – meaning just that, inactive. Still it’s out there online, published. You can never erase it totally from its publication nor erase it from the database. Once in, you can never get out!

3) Did you know that Facebook can change your terms of membership? Yes, they can, and they do so without your consent, or even without you being aware of it.

4) You and your “circle of friends” are one business opportunity. When you leave out information about your friends, you are allowing Facebook’s application software to store this information for their own free use – as to how, where and when: you’ll never get to know. One thing quite certain is that Facebook can share the information to just about anyone, advertisers and alike.

5) Privacy? Forget it! All pictures published in Facebook are everyone’s property on Facebook. Users of this online system can easily claim your pictures as their own – you can publish someone else’s picture in the same manner as someone else can publish your pictures somewhere. You can choose to limit view access of your pictures to your “circle of friends” … and that’s how private you can only go. So remember, when you upload your pictures on Facebook, you lose ownership of those pictures – it’s not yours anymore. Facebook owns it as far as their procedure is concerned.

6) Facebook is not a safe online site. As many of its users can attest to, it is one favourite hang-out of hackers. Make sure you do not use your bank account number (or alike) as your password – you’ll be a much too easy prey to the hackers.

These are just some of the known “bitter facts” about Facebook. So, do read the fine print of the Facebook membership before you tick the “I agree”-button.

Saturday, 6 September 2008

Wall-E : The new craze in town!

My son's raving about him (it?) ever since he saw the movie in Madrid with his aunt and Dad. My hubby asks me: "Is it really that good?" You see, reviewers gave it a 5-star rate here in Sweden. I haven't had the opportunity to see it myself, but with my son nagging to watch it one more time, I might give in ... one of these days. And my son distinctly said to me not to take Daddy with us, he said: "He will just sleep just like in Madrid".

Anyway, Wall-E sure reminds me of "E.T." the alien ... twas a hit during my younger years ... and me thinks E.T. has evolved into Wal-E ... what do you think?




Wall-E Spotted in LA! from Blink on Vimeo.

Friday, 29 August 2008

father-and-son in Madrid

i had another good laugh yesterday when i received a call from my 7-year-old son who said:

"mommy, when we get home you have to give daddy a consequence!"
(consequence - a word we use instead of the word "punishment")

i asked him why and so he told me how his dad convinced him to go on a roller coaster ride while visiting the Warner Brothers' amusement park. he said he felt sick after the ride and that it was bumpy and scary and the worst ride of all ... all this coming from a 7 year old with conviction. he made me promise that daddy's going to get a consequence for tricking him into going to that ride. i told him i'll think of a good consequence for daddy. and from the background i could hear his aunt laughing ... "yeah, mommy's going to give daddy some spanking".

hmmm ... we'll see.

Wednesday, 27 August 2008

odd as it may seem ...

... I am wearing a big grin on my face as I am writing this. No, actually, I’ve laughed out loud when I got back in my room – I simply couldn’t help it.

I just came out from a meeting and as I walked down the corridors, I saw a male colleague of mine from the Research and Development Department walking towards me waving something from the other end of the corridor. As we met, he flashed his big friendly smile and said: “Hej! Har du mens idag?” (Translation: Hello, do you have your period today?). I was taken aback … did I hear him right? Excuse me, I said. He repeated his question and added: “I just want you to try the new pad we are developing for the new markets.”, and he handed me a sanitary towel napkin. I nearly fainted … boy, how I laughed! I just couldn’t imagine being asked by a man upfront if I have my period on this very day.

Oh well, that’s some Swede for you – undeniably spontaneous, and passionate about his work.

Tuesday, 26 August 2008

home alone ...

i can't sleep ... no, i mean i can't go back to sleep after sending off my boys to catch their early flight to Madrid. i suddenly realised i'm home alone ... and for a good many days.

alexander was in high spirits ... quite excited over the idea of finally on his way to visit his aunt in Madrid. he'd been a tease since last night ... asking me over and over again.

"you'll be alone, mommy"
"will you feel lonely without me and Daddy?
"will you miss me, mommy?"
"what will you do when i am away?"
"shall i call to say goodnight before i go to bed?"

getting him to get changed and ready for today's adventure was easy. he shot off like a lit rocket, jumping and chanting: "i'm going to Spain. i'm going to Spain".

the house suddenly felt so empty ... and i need to get sleep. i'm now signing off ... at 4.45am.

Tuesday, 19 August 2008

100%

We had a full day at work today due to the reorganisation in our category group. Distribution of workload amongst the line managers and their respective groups drew a lot of discussion. Certain people in the group claim that their workload is way over the 100% required of them, to which my superior reacted:

“There is no such thing as working over your 100% capacity.”

To this I certainly agree … heck, it all boils down to making priorities and how you distribute your time. One cannot claim he/she gave 120% of his/her time to complete a task. How does one measure 100%, much less 120%?

After today’s meeting, the subject was still hot and discussion continued in the corridors. And as if on cue, when I opened my mailbox, I found an e-mail from another colleague waiting for me. Read and enjoy.


How do you measure 100%?
From a strictly mathematical viewpoint, it goes like this,

What Makes 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been to those meetings where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 103%? What makes up 100% in life?

Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these questions:

If: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.

Then:
H-A-R-D-W-O-R-K
8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%

and
K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E
11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%

But,
A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E
1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%

And,
B-U-L-L-S-H-I-T
2+21+12+12+19+8+9+20 = 103%

AND, look how far ass kissing will take you.
A-S-S-K-I-S-S-I-N-G
1+19+19+11+9+19+19+9+14+7 = 118%

So, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that while Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's the Bullshit and Ass kissing that will put you over the top.

I can't help but grin after reading this ... I simply have to share this.

Friday, 15 August 2008

ouch!

every muscle and bones in me ache like hell ... i've played beachvolleyball today! i haven't played the sport for a good number of years - say 25 years? go figure! do i have your symphaty now?

anyway, it somehow felt good to rediscover the sport i once enjoyed in my teens. i am definitely signing up to play for the company i work for. i sure had a great time.

Thursday, 31 July 2008

Our Cyprus Holiday

Last week's holiday rendezvous in Cyprus was filled of a lot of interesting "episodes" and "drama". It was, however, one of the most interesting holiday destination I have ever been. Take it from me ... weather in Cyprus is hot, hot, hot, hot, hot! The menacing heat pounded mercilessly on us ... very unforgiving!

As soon as we arrived at midday last Monday, 21 July, we were greeted by a heatwave at 35 degrees C - hah! We were sweating profusely that we could hardly feel the airconditioning unit of the bus that transported us from the airport to our resort destination. The weather reminded me so much of my native Philippines at its hottest and warmest days.
We changed into our swimm gear as soon as we got to our assigned room, literally raced to the poolside and jumped into the water to cool us down. You think the water's cool? Nah ... the water was warm! The intense heat has warmed the water surface that we don't feel refreshed nor cool at all. Talk about warm weather! We certainly can't do much but stayed and absorbed our ner environment ... and just savour the view. The beach sure looked very inviting ... you can hear the raging call of the big waves as the strong winds blew harder and harder. Towards the end of the day, we enjoyed a sumptous dinner buffet - Mediterranean style, with lots of meat, sallad variations and assortment of goat cheese to choose from.

The following day, we decided to find our way to Nissi Beach - reputed to be Agia Napa region's finest beach area. How very true! However, the beach was a good half a kilometer from our resort. Trekking our way to the beach by the coastline proved to be such an effort, especially with a 7-year-old in tow. Alexander whinned and complained of the heat, the rocky hills and sore feet. Pretty understandable ... we were sweating and it practically felt like we were on the verge of a heatstroke. Anyway, arriving at Nissi Beach, all our petty complaints simply took the backseat. The bay itself was impressive. Lovely torquoise waters. clear and clean ... until the strong winds created the big waves.

The waves fascinated Alexander and loved every minute spent out at sea with his Dad on his surf board. He looked every inch of a surfer ... so grown up. Since our first visit, knowing what's instore after the long trek from our hotel to Nissi Beach, he stopped whinning and complaining, and was even the one who'd initiate the walk. We spent some of our days either out at Nissi Beach or Makronissos Beach.
More of Cyprus later ... I promise.

Monday, 30 June 2008

will the tooth fairy come?

Last night, Alexander screamed while he was brushing his teeth: "Mommy, I'm bleeding ... for real!". I came rushing to him and he held up his hand holding a tooth and said: "I plocked it out because it was loose and then lots of blood came out." I helped him gurgle and wash his mouth with cold water. Afterwards, he was beaming with pride as he said: "I am a very brave boy, Mommy. I am so proud of myself." I can only nod in agreement ... he looked so satisfied.

He had been very anxious about his loose tooth. He wanted it to fall off in weeks. He thought about the golden coins he received from the "tooth fairy" when he lost his 2 upper and 2 lower teeth - he was very excited and expectant at the prospect of receiving another "gold" coin from the "tooth fairy".

Before going to bed, Alexander asked: "Mommy, if I sleep on your bed tonight, will the "tooth fairy" come? You think she can find her way to your room if I don't sleep in my own bed? I don't want her to get lost along the way." I can't help but smile and assured him that the "tooth fairy" will sure find her way.

Don't you love the innocence of a child? I envy their "world" ... so innocent ... free ... full of imagination beyond compare.

Thursday, 19 June 2008

Russia - 2, Sweden - 0


... and Sweden is out of the game!

"It's ok, Mommy!", says my son. Yeah, it was good while it lasted, and we had great fun watching the games. Oh well, Sweden will still be around in the World Championships Games, so, see you then!

Wednesday, 14 May 2008

"Mommy, a girl kissed me"

This was my son's initial outburst yesterday when we picked him up from school. My hubby and I laughed at this, and my little boy retorted: "This is not funny! It was yucky!"

Isn't that quite a statement from a 7-year old? Oh well, you and I know he'll change his mind in a couple of years ... wanna bet?

Wednesday, 26 March 2008

blogging can be libelous?

i'm in total awe when i read on someone else's blog that anyone blogging about someone (and something?) could be liable of libel, especially if he/she is

Quote,
- Publicly mentioning names of people being exposed in the blog.
- Posting pictures of the people being named by Brian Gorrell in his blog.
- Publishing the URL of the blog or linking to the blog.
- Quoting a libelous sentence on the blog or re-publishing/summarizing allegations thereof
Unquote.

do you agree or disagree? well, i guess it doesn't really matter if you're living in a civilised and democratic country ... it's a whole different matter if you're blogging from the Philippines.

click the link above - and make sure you read the blog and the comments section ... this whole thing has snowballed and as it develops, it has become one truly embarassing situation for the Philippines as a country, its government, its judicial system and its people. what an outrageous, alarming and shocking revelations!

geez, i wonder if i am guilty of libel now that i've published the much talked about link in my blog ... what do you think?

Friday, 21 March 2008

Happy Easter!

"Trust in the Lord with all your heart
And lean not on your own understanding
In all your ways acknowledge Him
And He will direct you on your path."
- A bible passage

Wednesday, 19 March 2008

VALENCIA, SPAIN: Ciudad de las Artes y Las Ciencias - L'Oceanografico

Same place we have been. The aquarium's fantastic! A visit to this wonderful museum is highly recommended.

Valencia Ciudad de las Artes y las Ciencias

14 February 2008

Our trip to Valencia is something we looked forward to. Whenever you're in Valencia, Spain, a visit to their pride and joy of a museum called Ciudad de las Artes y Las Ciencias (City of Arts and Sciences) is a must. It is one fascinating place and touted to be truly a world class science museum in every aspect.

Visit to the Oceanograpico Museum. 25€/ticket/person – it’s worth every dime (thanks for the treat, Faster Åsa). Highlight of the day was the dolphin show (see separate YouTube video).

We were up quite early this Valentine’s Day – our chirpy Alexander served as our alarm clock. He was already up and about at 5.30 am – I can assure you he’s like an annoying siren rambling about the house – not letting up unless everyone else is on their feet. As I sleepily prepared some breakfast, we map out our plan for our day activity: the 1 ½ hour trip to Valencia – the city famous for its art and science culture. It would be our advance birthday treat to Alexander.

The drive in itself was of course a bit boring for an overly excited and anxious soon-to-be-7-year-old-boy. To get him busy and his mind occupied, we initiated a contest called “spot-and-count-an-orange-tree” – there’s actually plenty of them along the stretch of AP-7 highway as most of the land are tilled as orange orchards. True enough, after counting endlessly, Alexander slept on our way home.

Tuesday, 18 March 2008

"thrilla" in Manila, Philippines

i'm sorry, but i just can't help posting this .... i just have to share (in case you haven't heard).

though thousand of miles away from the Philippines, i make it a point to touch base on what's going on out there by reading online mags and newspapers from Manila. while at it i came across Brian's blog which truly fascinates me in many ways possible - and he confirmed once more how things work in the Philippines. i felt so sad ... you see, there is nothing wrong about the Philippines per se ... it is some people in the Philippines behind its bad reputation.

Brian's plight is just one of those things that happen in the Philippines - and boy how he brought the house down against the so-called "elites" of the Philippines.

Below is the link to Brian's fight and cause ... make sure you read the history behind this saga (click the 8 posts on the upper left side corner of the page).

http://delfindjmontano.blogspot.com/

Friday, 14 March 2008

happy birthday to me!

hurray! i'm another year older ... and wiser! at least i believe so ...
and guess what? i had my birthday wake up call all the way from the Philippines! my friend, Dainty, never fails to greet me on my birthday - it would come in any form of letter, card, e-mail or by phone. today, we had a long girly-talk over the phone and it felt so good! geez, i miss our "telebabad"-days way back then. we had planned to rendezvous with our respective families in Orlando, Florida this Easter holidays, but due to some unexpected turn of events from our homefront, my family could not leave as planned. her family, however, are scheduled to leave next week ... i somehow felt that i let her down. oh well, there will always be another opportunity to meet - someday ... somehow ... somewhere.
in any case, i'd like to say: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

Monday, 10 March 2008

a real crooner ...

i found this video of Alexander while i was cleaning up our picture files ... i thought this is sort of cute (well, i have to say so - i'm his Mom!).
anyway, this clip was taken in 2006 at the height of the Cars' craze - he was about 5 years old.


Monday, 3 March 2008

twogether for 19 years ...

... and still counting!

we are truly blessed of great and wonderful gifts as a couple; and the most treasured gift of all is, of course, our pride and joy, Alexander.

we couldn't ask for more ...

Sunday, 2 March 2008

fun and sunny sunday

it's been another fun-filled weekend spent today. after lunch, alexander and i set off to our usual long walk to the shopping mall about 6 kilometers from our house - it was "easy-as-pie"! with alexander in tow, it was never a dull long walk .... what with all his chattering and singing and blabbering of endless stories and rhymes - his energy is contagious!

arriving at the mall, we were in for a surprise - it's kids' day and there were activities for children at every nook and corner. what caught our attention was the giant trampoline in the middle of the shopping court where children get to hop as high as they could as they were attached to some mechanical "bungy" straps. there is no mistaking the piercing shout and shrieks of glee - it's an experience of sheer joy and excitement.

alexander was mesmerised ... he wanted to try, of course. so we queued until he got his turn. "mommy, take a picture of me when i am high up there. i want daddy to see this", he said. you can see that he was very excited. and off he went .... (see video below).



alexander was quite satisfied with the experience and was beaming with pride.

after a few rounds to the different toy shops, we decided to head for home. time passed us by so quickly ... we arrived home quite tired - i went for a nap while alexander busied himself with his Wii games. i was awaken by alexander's whisper to my ear: "mommy, i'm hungry ..." my short nap was almost a deep slumber ... it was almost 8 pm.

well, too much fun can truly wear one out ...

Saturday, 1 March 2008

the long wait is over ...

finally, we got word from the local police station that our long lost scooter was awarded to us as its rightful owner.

remember what i wrote about our precious scooter stolen from our backyard? the incident happened a couple of years back. last year, we were informed that it was recovered - still in traffic but physically decapacitated since its absence from our garden shed.

oh well, the only interest we have in recovering that poor thing is to get hold of its spare parts as reserve to my other scooter - and to teach that "robber" a lesson.

ahhh ... justice is truly bittersweet.

hello, springtime!

yup, the signs of spring cheered me up as i woke up to the cheery chirping of birds outside my bedroom window - hurray!

it's the 1st of March - it's the time of year when i'd get myself overly excited about a lot of special occasions bound to happen on this very month. on its first week, we celebrate our wedding anniversary; my birthday falls under the second week of March; some of my friends and cousins' birthday fall during the third week of March (Neyney and Shez among others); and my beloved husband's birthday falls under the fourth week of March - which is also the same week Sweden starts their Easter Holidays. so, you see, this for me is truly a merry month to be happy about.

i guess it is only but proper for me to say hello to springtime, and enjoy the merry and festive month of March ... and beyond!

Thursday, 28 February 2008

Application for permission to date my daughter

I had a great laugh reading this ... such sentiments probably holds true to any Mom and Dad protective of their precious and priceless daughters. With the permission of "Manang Lea", I am cross posting it here ... happy reading!

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APPLICATION FOR PERMISSION TO DATE MY DAUGHTER

NAME _____________________________
DATE OF BIRTH ____________HEIGHT ________ WEIGHT _________
IQ __________ GPA _________SOCIAL SECURITY #______________
DRIVERS LICENSE #____________
BOY SCOUT RANK AND BADGES________________________________________
HOME ADDRESS_____________________________________________________
CITY/STATE ____________________________ ZIP______
Do you have parents? ___Yes ___No
Is one male and the other female? ___Yes ___No
If No, explain: _______________________________________________________
___________________________________________________________________
Number of years they have been married _________________________________
If less than your age, explain: ___________________________________________________________________
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ACCESSORIES SECTION:
A. Do you own or have access to a van? __Yes __No
B. A truck with oversized tires? __Yes __No
C. A waterbed? __Yes __No
D. A pickup with a mattress in the back? __Yes __No
E. A tattoo? __Yes __No
F. Do you have an earring, nose ring, __Yes __No
pierced tongue, pierced cheek or a belly button ring?

(IF YOU ANSWERED 'YES' TO ANY OF THE ABOVE, DISCONTINUE APPLICATION AND LEAVE PREMISES IMMEDIATELY. I SUGGEST RUNNING.)

ESSAY SECTION: In 50 words or less, what does 'LATE' mean to you? ___________________________________________________________
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In 50 words or less, what does 'DON'T TOUCH MY DAUGHTER' mean to you?________________________________________________________________
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In 50 words or less, what does 'ABSTINENCE' mean to you?_____________________________________________________________
_______________________________________________________________

REFERENCES SECTION:
Church you attend ___________________________________________________ How often you attend ________________________________________________
When would be the best time to interview your:
father? ____________ mother? ___________ pastor? ____________

SHORT-ANSWER SECTION:
Answer by filling in the blank. Please answer freely, all answers are confidential.

A: If I were shot, the last place I would want shot would be:
_______________________________________________________________
B: If I were beaten, the last bone I would want broken is my: _______________________________________________________________
C: A woman's place is in the: _____________________________________________________________
D: The one thing I hope this application does not ask me about is: _____________________________________________________________
E. What do you want to do IF you grow up? _____________________________________________________________
F. When I meet a girl, the thing I always notice about her first is: _____________________________________________________________
G. What is the current going rate of a hotel room? __________________________

I SWEAR THAT ALL INFORMATION SUPPLIED ABOVE IS TRUE AND CORRECT TO THE BEST OF MY KNOWLEDGE UNDER PENALTY OF DEATH, DISMEMBERMENT, NATIVE AMERICAN ANTI TORTURE, CRUCIFIXION, ELECTROCUTION, CHINESE WATER TORTURE, RED HOT POKERS, AND HILLARY CLINTON KISS TORTURE.

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Applicant's Signature (that means sign your name, moron!)

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Mother's Signature

_______________________________
Father's Signature
________________________________
Pastor/Priest/ Rabbi / State Representative/Congressman

Thank you for your interest, and it had better be genuine and non-sexual. Please allow four to six years for processing.You will be contacted in writing if you are approved. Please do not try to call or write (since you probably can't, and it would cause you injury). If your application is rejected, you will be notified by two gentlemen wearing white ties carrying violin cases (you might want to watch your back).

To prepare yourself, start studying Daddy's Rules for Dating.

Daddy's Rules for Dating
Your dad's rules for your boyfriend (or for you if you're a guy):

Rule One:
If you pull into my driveway and honk you'd better be delivering a package, because you're surely not picking anything up.

Rule Two:
You do not touch my daughter in front of me. You may glance at her, so long as you do not peer at anything below her neck. If you cannot keep your eyes or hands off of my daughter's body, I will remove them.

Rule Three:
I am aware that it is considered fashionable for boys of your age to wear their trousers so loosely that they appear to be falling off their hips. Please don't take this as an insult, but you and all of your friends are complete idiots. Still, I want to be fair and open minded about this issue, so I propose this compromise: You may come to the door with your underwear showing and your pants ten sizes too big, and I will not object. However, in order to ensure that your clothes do not, in fact come off during the course of your date with my daughter, I will take my electric nail gun and fasten your trousers securely in place to your waist.

Rule Four:
I'm sure you've been told that in today's world, sex without utilizing a 'Barrier method' of some kind can kill you. Let me elaborate, when it comes to sex, I am the barrier, and I will kill you.

Rule Five:
It is usually understood that in order for us to get to know each other, we should talk about sports, politics, and other issues of the day. Please do not do this. The only information I require from you is an indication of when you expect to have my daughter safely back at my house, and the only word I need from you on this subject is: 'early.'

Rule Six:
I have no doubt you are a popular fellow, with many opportunities to date other girls. This is fine with me as long as it is okay with my daughter. Otherwise, once you have gone out with my little girl, you will continue to date no one but her until she is finished with you. If you make her cry, I will make you cry.

Rule Seven:
As you stand in my front hallway, waiting for my daughter to appear, and more than an hour goes by, do not sigh and fidget. If you want to be on time for the movie, you should not be dating. My daughter is putting on her makeup, a process than can take longer than painting the Golden Gate Bridge. Instead of just standing there, why don't you do something useful, like changing the oil in my car?

Rule Eight:
The following places are not appropriate for a date with my daughter: Places where there are beds, sofas, or anything softer than a wooden stool. Places where there is darkness. Places where there is dancing or holding hands. Places where the ambient temperature is warm enough to induce my daughter to wear shorts, tank tops, midriff T-shirts, or anything other than overalls, a sweater, and a goose down parka - zipped up to her throat. Movies with strong romantic or sexual themes are to be avoided; movies that feature chain saws are okay. Hockey games are okay. Old folks homes are better.

Rule Nine:
Do not lie to me. I may appear to be a potbellied, balding, middle-aged, dimwitted has-been. But on issues relating to my daughter, I am the all-knowing, merciless god of your universe. If I ask you where you are going and with whom, you have one chance to tell me the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I have a shotgun, a shovel, and five acres behind the house. Do not trifle with me.

Rule Ten:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. It takes very little for me to mistake the sound of your car in the driveway for a chopper coming in over a rice paddy near Hanoi. When my Agent Orange starts acting up, the voices in my head tells me to clean the guns as I wait for you to bring my daughter home. As soon as you pull into the driveway you should exit the car with both hands in plain sight. Speak the perimeter password, announce in a clear voice that you have brought my daughter home safely and early, then, return to your car - there is no need for you to come inside. The camouflaged face at the window is mine.

Wednesday, 27 February 2008

what i am thinking just now ...

- the laundry that has to be done soon
- the mess on my work desk at home
- i have to schedule the window wash at home (inside and outside)
- prepare for Alexander's post birthday party

trivial stuffs, eh?

Monday, 25 February 2008

some lingering thoughts

i must admit i get inspired of other people's blog. whenever i surf the internet, i almost always come across with blogs which has character and depth that i can relate to. reading their post would make me smile, laugh and cry ... and inspire me to no end. somewhere along the line i get to realise that hey, i was not alone having such similar thoughts, likes and dislikes. i am human, and normal after all - feeling the same sentiments and have similar perspective as that of another human being. knowing this, and keeping this fact in mind, i somehow don't feel guilty for thinking the way i do, feeling the way i do nor i ever have to apologise for who i am and what i am. i am simply being me ... and no one can take that away from me.

late night musings ...

my boys are now sound asleep ... and i'm obviously way beyond any sleep. for some reason, i haven't been getting enough sleep. could i be suffering some tinge of stress? good lord, i sure hope not. but the tell-tale signs are there: sleepless nights, muscle aches, stiff neck and craving for sweets. ussch ... such bad vibes ... what an awful thought!

work today is as crazy as any other day. actually, i have yet to have a "calm" day at work - i realised i haven't had that for quite some time ... i sort of miss the slow paced workday. the time i could take my tea break at 10 am, lunch at 12 pm and another tea break at 3 pm - mind you, that's the regular Swedish breaks at work. when i get to work at 8 am, time would pass by like a speeding bullet - i'd miss my morning tea break, have lunch at 2 pm (not much room left for the afternoon tea) and call it a day at 5 pm. and for me to try to recall what i have accomplished during the day is another thing - i still feel i have loads of things undone. ain't that nuts?

alexander was waiting up for me when i came home ... he was too eager to do his homework but wanted me to be around to show me that his lessons were "easy as pie". he was so proud of his work and he showed me the "excellent"-stamp in his reading book from his teacher. his precious prize from mommy dear? a big, big hug!

we ate dinner as alexander blabbered non-stop about what went on in school and what he wanted to do after dinner - he asked permission to surf in the internet! we said ok for half an hour and gave him his marching order to bed afterwards - no further discussions ensued. it was an order!

twas raining when i left the office ... am glad i had my scooter with me. it's rather odd to have a spring temperature at 6 degrees Celcius this rainy winter day - very unusual. there was a storm with strong winds only last friday ... and this week is all but rain - but a warm temperature of 6 to 8 degrees Celcius. who am i to complain?

ahhh ... me and my late night musings. where's my sleep? i'd better catch another boring movie reel on telly ... it may send me to my much awaited deep slumber.

see you around ...

Thursday, 21 February 2008

Alexander turns 7 yrs old today!

sleep eludes me ... so, here i am, blogging at 2.30 am. well, at least i have something exciting to share: Alexander turns 7 yrs. old today!

i suddenly feel very nostalgic. as i browsed on his baby photo albums and found his birth card from the hospital which read:


Baby Boy: Tatoy-Eriksson
Born: 21 February 2001
Time: 08.04 hrs
Weight: 3170 grams
Height: 51 cms
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Eye Colour: Brown

Östra Sjukhuset, Gothenburg (Sweden)


come to think of it, this tiny tot and precious gift to me and my husband, turns 7 yrs old today! it truly made me think and reflect how lucky and proud we are as parents to Alexander. he is our pride and joy - his presence alone is a confirmation of our existence as a couple and he truly brings a certain calm, and chaos, in our household ... all in a positive manner. words are not enough to express the happiness and fulfillment he is giving to us.


christmas 2006 and january 2007 respectively


during a forest stroll in july 2007 and a regular day in october 2007

HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALEXANDER!






Sunday, 17 February 2008

our London family adventures

Ok, here's the complete "chronicle" of our recent family trip to London (31 January - 4 February 2008). My apologies to relatives, cousins and friends for not posting it sooner - it's just that things went sort of crazy when i got back to work ... simply put, I've been busy - as in SUPER BUSY!

Well, work is always like that ... you just can't put it aside. So, even if I've got my cold, lost my voice and squeaked my instructions, I survived the past three days. Tomorrow, I'm working from home - I begged not to come work to be able to rest my voice completely ... no one understands me anyway when I try to speak, nor can I answer any of my phone calls.

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LONDON DIARIES
31 January – 4 February 2008

Family and friends asked me to write about my recent trip to London in my blog, and even my colleagues would like to read about how we spent our 4-days holiday in the maze of London. I was told they love my gab for writing in detail all my travels that they feel like being there with me just the same. And I’m truly glad you feel that way. I’m sure you will be able to laugh, and symphatise, with me.

A word of caution though, you will have to bear in mind that as you read on, this particular trip is all about our son, Alexander. This is one of his birthday wishes and we thought that given his age, it’s would be quite an experience for him to see London and get his own perspective and impressions. For him, London is where Thomas the Tank Engines lives, and our role is to simply chaperone – and chaperoned him we did!

I managed to arrange a 5-day stay at one of our company’s London apartments in the City of Westminister for a small fee – it is one of the perks we get as employees for SCA. The airfares at Ryan Air was also a bonus, making this trip truly worth its while.

So, here’s our trip diary to London. Happy reading!

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Thursday, 31 January 2008

Arrived at London Stanstead Airport in a drizzle of rain. From the airport, we took the express train to the Liverpool Street Station and from there took the famous London taxi to our rented flat at the Octavia House at Medway Street. The ride took a bit longer than expected because of the lunch hour rush around the Westminster area in Victoria Street. Safe inside the cab, we watched people as they scurried around under the rain. And yes, in typical English fashion, we took notice of how umbrellas flipped open and closed at every corner of the street. Alexander took fancy of the London cab – it’s different, he said. Arriving at the Octavia House, we were greeted by the day portier as soon as we entered the lobby of the building.

The 2-bedroom flat assigned to us was quite chic from inside and out, and mind you, it was fully furnished. The living room has TV and small radio while the kitchen is fully equipped that we could cook and bake as we please. The coffee machine is heaven sent for my husband, and I was equally thankful for the dishwasher. Alexander loved the flat the instant we came in and has staked claim to the first bedroom with a small balcony by the hallway. The master’s bedroom is spacious with a full sized closet and, yes, a safe deposit box. It has two toilet and shower. Towels and bed linens are also provided and were neatly arranged by the bed for you. We feel so pampered already – it’s like living in a hotel and yet it feels like it’s home.

We dropped our bags, secured our valuables and off we went to explore our neighbourhood. We soon discovered that the glass building we see right across from our balcony was the TV4-station of London. We set off for a promenade down Horseferry Road and crisscrossed the Marsham Street passing the neat entrance of the Home Office Building. And to Alexander’s delight, we came across police officers’ heavily armed with machine guns walking around the building. I could see the friendly smile on their faces as Alex asked me if the guns were real. We walked alongside the River Thames along Millbank Street hoping to see something majestic – and we were disappointed. This particular part of the river was almost dry – no, not undergoing some clean up but simply experiencing a low tide. But we did see a barge afloat in the middle of the river, minus the promised charm of the River Thames (at least from the east side). The stretch of Millbank Street between the Lambeth Bridge and Vauxhall Bridge lead us to the Tate Britain Gallery teemed with people in busloads. We backtracked our steps and headed to Victoria Street passing through the Westminister Abbey. The smell of pizza suddenly made us all hungry so we scouted for a pizza restaurant as we walked along Victoria Street and found one called Pizza Express. It’s an affordable pizza joint for families during the day as the atmosphere, as we were told, transforms into more of a “club pizza joint” for adults for a wine and dine jazzy night.

After our late lunch, we decided to take the number 15 bus to take us to the London Tower Bridge. We enjoyed the whole ride as it took us along Picadilly Circus, Trafalgar Square and St Paul’s Cathedral. Just for the kick of it, we opted to get off early at Cannon Street and instead explore the city area. Along the way, we got distracted by small and big shops we simply can’t resist – so, we ended up dashing in and out of the shops before we realised that it had fallen dark which prompted us to skip our original plan and go home. And as classic as it could get, we managed to take the wrong bus and ended up at Bloomsbury instead of Westminster.

In any case, by the time we found our way back to the flat, we were all starving – again! The availability of ready sandwiches – in all shapes and sizes, dressings and spices, made it possible for us to steady our grumbling stomachs. The eat-and-go-culture in the UK is pretty obvious - anywhere you go, you're likely to see an Englishman munching a sandwich as they walk and talk on their mobile phones. We did some quick groceries to stuff our empty fridge and freezer.

All throughout our day’s adventure, Alexander was exceptionally positive and vibrant – enjoying the day’s twists and turns. In fact, he thinks everything’s a great adventure.

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Friday, 1 February 2008

Another day, another adventure. Our target destination for the day has been set: Hamley’s and Harrod’s. Alexander’s all geared to see toyland – places he’d only heard from family and friends. To him, it’s pure paradise just at the mere mention of it.

On our way out to Victoria Street, we passed a market area and saw some activity books Alexander would like to have. He was quite chirpy on this cold, windy day. We lived close to the Scotland Yard Office along Victoria Street and it’s actually walking distance to the Big Ben and Westminster Abbey - but with Alexander in tow, the red double-decker bus is something that tickled his fancy. So, we took buss number 11 to Picadilly Circus and from there we got off at Regent Street and found our way to Hamley’s. Well inside the toyshop, Alexander just went ballistics and ran off to find his “friends” – Thomas the Tank Engine, of course. Believe it or not, we spent more than an hour just waiting for him to get tired of playing with the train tracks and trying on some other toys – in the end, we’re the ones who got fed up and literally have to tell him we have to leave. Oh yes, we sure did not leave empty handed ... there were a few train toys and other stuff that went inside our backpack.

He was quite pleased with his visit at Hamley’s. He talked incessantly about everything he saw there – as if we were not present at the same toyshop. We continued our walk and got ourselves in and around the Mayfair and Soho districts. Oxford Street is teeming with a lot of people and it's where you could find just about anything – odd stuff included. As soon as Alexander started complaining how tired his small legs are from the long walk, we decided to take another bus from Bond Street to Knightbridge/Sloane to visit Harrod’s.

When we arrived at the Knightbridge/Sloane Street, we immediately noticed that there’s no such intensity and activity there unlike that of Oxford Street – the area is one exclusive shopping street. To my hubby’s delight, there are a lot of luxurious and expensive cars cruising, and parked along the stretch of Sloane Street – Jaguars, Lambourginis, Porsches, BMWs, Mercedeses, Aston Martins and the lot. Owners of these cars are obviously patrons of the high-end and trendy shops as Fendi, Chanel, Gucci, D&G, Burberry, Louis Vuitton, Prada – you name it, this street is likely to have it! One very visible sight on most of these special shops are the security men in black standing outside its main doors – talk about service and exclusivity.

Arriving at Harrod’s, Alexander’s adrenalin is all pumped up as we went inside to find the toy section on the 4th floor area. Again, he was only in search of his “friend” – Thomas the Tank Engine. The play area dedicated to boys crazy about Thomas the Tank Engine was full of energetic and enthusiastic kids. And so, he played and played and played. I tried to show him other stuff around the toy area, but his interest was short-lived – he’d immediately leave to return at the Thomas-play area. He’s truly nuts about trains – or just about anything with wheels! Again, we patiently waited in turns for him to get tired of playing (wishful thinking!). After another hour and a half, my husband decided it was time to go – and Alexander couldn’t say no to that. Once again, we set off to the streets after giving in to buying more toy trains and tracks for him to bring home.

It was already dark at 16.00 hours when we left Harrod’s and we were a bit disoriented – took the wrong bus (again!) and ended up in Paddington. Tired and weary and hungry, we managed to get the right bus back to Trafalgar Square and took bus number 24 towards Pimlico which passes through Victoria Street in Westminster.

Yup, twas another long and tiring day for all of us – but hey, it sure was another great adventure. Given today’s trials and errors, we’ll have a better plan and itinerary. Sleep is what we need by now.

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Saturday, 2 February 2008

Armed with our day experience from yesterday, we thought it best to have a better plan and itinerary for today’s activities. We’ve mapped out what we want to do and where we’d want to go. Still having Alexander in mind, we know we’ll have to see the Tower Bridge and London Bridge, visit at the St Paul’s Cathedral, explore the Picadilly Circus and Covent Garden areas and be on the look-out for more toy shops to visit.

Taking the number 15 bus to Tower Hill from Picadilly Circus, we crossed over to the Tower of London – a majestic fort with its white tower once surrounded by water from the river Thames to protect it from its enemies. We trekked alongside the fort up to the Tower Bridge – from there we could see the HMS Belfast – a naval museum docked close to the London Bridge City Pier. The dockside is parallel to Tooley Street and it would be interesting to note that the Crown Court Southwark and Hay’s Galleria is worth a quick stop to browse some art exhibits, and this also goes for the London Dungeon. At the Borough High Street, we took another bus to cross the London Bridge towards The Monument at Lower Thames Street – and this area reminds me so much of Stockholm’s Old City ... the building structures were quite similar. From The Monument station, we decided to walk towards Cannon Street where we stopped by a Starbucks Cafe for some coffee and sweets, afterwhich we proceeded down to St Paul’s Cathedral. Our stop there somehow calmed, and energized our little Alexander and soon he was ready to walk some more.

Again, we took bus number 15 to take us to Aldwych and from there walked and explored Covent Garden – an area famous for its diverse market, cafe and restaurants, street artists and musicians, opera and theater houses – and the London Transport Museum (you’d probably know by now why we have to go there). It was an interesting visit and our Alexander was of course, very pleased. We tried to look for some play that would interest Alexander, but he later politely declined and said we could do it another time. At Drury Lane, the matinee for Lord of the Rings was about to start when we arrived outside the gates. As we continued to walk towards Leicester Square, we chanced upon a gaming house and Alexander immediately shuttled in and played to his delight some racing games. We went around and scoured the house for some more interesting games and rides. There was a bowling area, bull ride, bumper car ride and all kinds of loud and nerve wrecking gaming stations, which we were not used to. After half an hour, we called it quits and dashed out into the open and fresh air and headed towards Trafalgar Square on foot – weaving our way through the narrow ways of Ruppert, Coventry, Whitcomb and Pall Mall streets. The Admiralty Arch leading to St James’ Park is always a delightful sight to see. We took the number 24 bus home, stopped at the Artillery Road and took a short walk to the Pizza Hut to grab some quick dinner. Alexander looked awfully tired that we decided to call it a day, boxed our pizza left overs as well as our pre-ordered dessert of cheesecake with raspberry toppings and head home. Oh, I forgot to mention that we had to stop by the nearby Sainsbury Central to buy some bottled water and a liter of fresh milk ... and then head for home half-dragging a drowsy and tired Alexander.

All of us sort of crashed to the couch when we arrived at our flat – we were all very tired. Alexander voluntarily went to bed ... for a short rest, he said. Before we know it, he was snoring heavily and we didn’t have the heart to wake him up. We started our adventure as early as 9.40 hrs and came home at 19.00 hrs – can you blame him? My hubby, at the time of this writing, is also half snoring at the couch – I’d better wake him up now and get him transferred to bed. What time is it now? Well, it’s almost midnight, and I do need to crash to bed, too.

More on London by tomorrow ... nighty-night!

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Sunday, 3 February 2008

Good morning! We just had breakfast .... we had a late start today. I guess we need some time to absorb all the experience and hefty impressions from the past two days. It truly had been a hectic and full schedule. Do we still have the energy and stamina to continue? You bet we do. Today’s activities will be museum visits and more walk around London town. On top of our list is a visit to the now infamous London Eye. More about this later.

23.00 hrs

My boys are now sound asleep - tired, of course. We had a full day as was expected. Alexander's fascination of the London double-decker buses were real - he talks about them even in his sleep.

We took the bus from Victoria Street to the Waterloo Station and from there walked over to the Waterloo Millenium Pier where the London Eye is located. It was a magnificent work of art - a truly fine structure. It was already packed and crowded when we came to the ticket office and the queue was hellish. Much as we would like to really experience the 30-minute-ride, we decided to skip it as we were not up to the long wait to get our tickets, and then another long wait and queue just to get into the "eye" - patience was not really in our book today.

In order to compensate for our failed London Eye-ride, we went to the London Aquarium instead - and I'm sorry to say this, the ticket cost is a rip-off! It didn't offer much and we were a bit disappointed. Alexander, however, was easy to please and was satisfied with what he saw in this museum. And he got bored easily that we chose to cut the visit short. We took the first available bus back to the Covent Garden for another look-see ... and as was expected, the place was full of people. We enjoyed watching the street artists and performers showing off their talents, and tricks. We gawked at the diversity of stuff being sold there. There were quite a lot of restaurants and pubs around the area, but most were packed of smoking customers ... not the kind of place for us non-smokers, and one complaining kid.

Again, we walked towards Picadilly Circus from Covent Garden, passing the rows of theaters along the way, weaved through Chinatown and through Leicester Square at Charing Cross Road. When we came past Picadilly Circus, we decided to treat Alexander one final visit to the Hamley's toy shop - he was soooo delighted!

When Alexander finally "let go" of Hamley's at Regent Street, we called it a day and grabbed ourselves some quick sandwiches and head for home. Twas a long day ... but believe it or not, my two boys seemed pretty satisfied as they retired to bed - Alexander was even wearing a smile on his face as he wander into dreamland.

And I need to hit bed, too. Bye for now ...

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Monday, 4 February 2008

We're homebound! It's 7.00 am and I've just finished packing our bags ... ready to go home. It had been fun-filled days in London with my family. We truly enjoyed our family adventures - it's fun, fun, fun!

Bye for now, London!

home, sweet home!

hello again ... we just got back from our week stay in Alicante, Spain yesterday. we were all so tired, but at the same time somehow refreshed ... it's an experience worth our time, and all the stress therein. our family time is always cherished ... we bonded and spent our quality time together as never before.

we're home and we feel energized to battle the cold weather of Sweden. and yes, i know i have yet to post my London Diaries - and of course, some notes and new pictures from our great time in Alicante. i am committed to do just that ... in due time.

for now, i need the comfort of my own bed. being a sunday today, we get to do our own and individual thing: my hubby's tinkering in the garage with 101 small things (god knows what); my son missed his Wii-games and doing a marathon playtime; me? oh well, i think i'd go get back to bed for more sleep ... tomorrow is a brand new day!

Wednesday, 6 February 2008

reality bites - hard!

hello again! yes, we've been back from our 4-day London escapade last monday ... and i got myself a horrible cold to contend with. my voice was totally lost - horrendous indeed! however, i had to report back to work yesterday - to my colleagues horror. i had to put up a virus sign outside my door warning everyone that i am carrying an infectious cold - ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK! as of this writing, no amount of Bisolvon nor Strepsils could do the trick. i was chaufforred to and from work by my hubby yesterday as i am not in any good condition to travel on my own.

now, why did i have to go to work? well, i was in-charge of this week's Global Summit Meeting in our division and not showing up would mean disaster to everyone - talk about responsibilities! with my magic pen and paper, i was able to communicate my orders and instructions - i can't bark them, can i?

oh, jeepers ... reality truly bites! i'm no super human after all ... hmmmm, yes, i do think i am at one point or another.

more on our London trip on my next post ...

Wednesday, 30 January 2008

rushes ...

yup, there's quite a lot of things i have to organise in about 10 minutes ... bags to pack, gadgets to prepare (digital cameras, computer, mobile phones), fix the light timers, etc. it is always like this everytime we're going on a trip. i am always in-charge of these stuff ... but i don't really mind - i'd rather know what's packed and where to find the things that i need.

i look forward to going away on a trip again ... i do need a break from my daily routine once in a while. a lot of planned holidays for this year is already "in-the-can" ... believe it or not, we have to plan ahead since it's not easy to get away from our work. family time is precious to us, so we always try to do something together out of the ordinary when the opportunity presents itself. wouldn't you?

more update much later ... we have an early flight out to London tomorrow. catch you when i can ... take care of yourselves!

Tuesday, 29 January 2008

some going ons ...

... i felt good about myself when i was told that i did well at work today. my creative contribution to our upcoming Global Summit event earned some praises and appreciation from my colleagues - geez, i'm bursting with pride. i have been working so hard since last week brainstorming creative ideas with my group, doing the layout and graphic design of our story and presentation boards for the big meeting on week 6. setting my own deadlines can be frustrating, especially if you're depending on someone else's input to complete your own work - somehow i manage to put things together just in time. i'd say it's all about patience and perseverance. i'm glad to have been able to finish most of the work that needed to be done ... i expect to be involved in the other work activities after my weekend break.

... oh yes, my weekend break starts this thursday, 31 january until 4 february. my family's off to London for a much needed respite for 5 days. it was a holiday plan long overdue - a promise we have to fulfill for Alexander ... to visit the Thomas the Tank Engine wonderland.

... i heard there's trouble brewing from "home" - i hope things will eventually get better and settled for the good of everyone.

... i lost my favourite glove today (trivial, huh?)

... Alexander lost his two front teeth last New Year - he excitedly kept them under his pillow hoping for the "tooth fairy" to drop by and give him a present. when he woke up the following day, he found 3 pcs of 10 crowns under his pillow (you probably guessed who the "tooth fairy" are) ... but he was a bit disappointed and told me that he thinks the "tooth fairy" doesn't know how to count. so, i asked him why, and Alexander said: "i only lost my two front teeth, why did she gave me 3 pcs of 10 crowns?" ... i can't help but smile and justified his confusion: "well, maybe the "tooth fairy" gave you an extra 10 crowns for being a brave boy" ... Alexander seemed quite convinced with that explanation.

... tomorrow's going to be a busy day. i need to take care of some more work before i set off to my weekend break ... it will be long hours at work again. and i think i have a dinner date, too ... am not that sure if it's still on. well, it's Mommy Night tomorrow - the night i go out with other moms to have some time and fun for ourselves ... minus hubbies and kids. hmmm, we'll see ...

ok, i gotta sign off now. big day tomorrow ... until next time. i will try to write a longer post about something interesting .... ciao!

Sunday, 6 January 2008

sleepless night ... snowy night ...

it's now 2.05 am. i woke up around midnight because of the strong winds as it whistled outside our bedroom windows - it looked very light outside when i raised the drapes ... geez, it was snowing! the snow atop our neighbour's rooftop was a pleasant sight to see - i thought to myself: finally, winter has arrived!

sleep has somehow eluded me. it didn't help that i watched a late movie on TV for more than two hours - i got bored with that. i tried to read a book ... it didn't help either. so, here i am trying to write something sensible but my head is just blank - totally!

yup, here i am on another sleepless night trying to figure out what to do while the winds are banging heavily outside on a snowy wintry night. i feel so stucked here and now ... i envy my son as he sleeps heavily on his bed ... in his deep sleep off to the wonderland of dreams ... i love the snore he heaves now and then ...

hey, what about you? what's keeping you at this time of day?

Friday, 4 January 2008

Happy New Year!

here's a great toast for another year of great things ahead of us! i wish everyone all the best - may your success and happiness multiply a thousand fold! i'd love to chat some more, but i can't ... let's save it for later, ok? i have loads to share ... at the next opportunity, i promise!