Facebook Newbie Forever

I have an account in FB.  I actually have three (I think) because it took a while for me to understand how the social monster works. To date, I am still having a hard time using it.

My difficulties as a Facebook veteran-newbie explains the mysterious activity/inactivity of my account. Here are some unsolicited explanations.

  1. Applications/Games – I have more than 50 invites for games and apps. Sorry, I just really don’t know how to use them. I am also not motivated to learn how to use them because I’m not crazy about FB.
  2. Wall Messages – I’m still a bit confused with this function so I have  not been religiously responding to messages.
  3. Notes/Blog-Like Entries/Tags – for quizzes, questions, etc. As with apps and games, I also don’t know how to use them. I’ve been reading your entries, but I cannot figure out how to respond to the questions myself.
  4. Invitations – I know that FB should not be taken seriously but my network is not a social climbing/career advancement/diplomacy haven. I have several pending invites and these are the possible reasons for why I have yet to accept your invite:
  • I haven’t been checking my account
  • I don’t know you
  • I know you, but I don’t like you
  • I know you by NAME but it’s not enough

So there… do you actually care?

😛

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Birthday Bash and Updates

I turned 28 last Sunday. I am still pregnant. I miss blogging.

After the gelatinously-giddy entry, I had to make a decision: share or keep story from my OBGYN. My first choice was to not let her know about it. My OBGYN is extremely dedicated to the safety and well-being of her patients. This means that every irregularity that I reporty to her almost always brings me to the Emergency Room of a hospital that’s a 120-peso cab fare away from home. It also means no less than PhP 1,500 worth of emergency room and lab fees plus meds. She doesn’t charge for the visit – how can one hate her for being so caring? She just wants to make sure ALL THE TIME that the baby and the mother-to-be are safe. Anyways, at the end of the day, I decided to tell her that I think I’ve lost the magic plug. Her follow-up question was – any contractions? Oh no… Yes. Why can’t I lie?

With that, I was ordered to visit the wonderful place that is the ER. On the afternoon of my peaceful 28th birthday. On our way out of the house, I was greeted by… S U  R  P  R  I  S  E!!! The shouting was silenced by my declaration. Sorry family, we’re on our way to the hospital. I still feel guilty for not having the (social) presence of mind to invite my parents, sisters and uncle to come in for at least a glass of water. They ended up taking me and husband to the hospital.

I was hoping I’d give birth that day, kinda bad because Potling was just 34 weeks old then. It’s becoming more and more difficult to live life like a watermelon with legs. But it wasn’t time yet. Although… once again, just to be sure, I was ordered to go on bed rest.

I haven’t written anything since that fateful day. Mulai (our laptop) is always accessible but it just didn’t make sense to wirte and not publish right away. Naks. As if, I actually have readers. But seeing that my mental notepad is running out of space due to the things I’ve been wanting to write about, I’m giving in. I’m writing in notepad and leave the date of publishing to fate (that also means to the kindness of my husband’s heart – he is my link to the world).

As for Birthday Bash? My dear friends from work prepared a special dinner/snack for me and Mother D. Ninang Q was the mastermind and Josie Pussy was the accomplice. Everybody was thoughtful, sweet and kind that day. Hope I can give back the favor of contributing to surprise lunches/snacks/dinners for ALL of them when their birthdays come. One day, I’ll write about the special people in the event. For now, I’d end this entry with Josie Pussy’s public announcement during the event.

“We are the three mothers. I am Mother Josie. He’s Mother Domeng and she is the motherfucker.”

I love it when Pussy says that. It makes me feel great about myself. Don’t ask.

Wishlist (Selfish)

Assuming that you are a friend/relative/colleague/fan (wow!) and you are having a hard time finding a gift for me… here are some ideas.

Category 1: Essentials – I am not difficult (nor expensive) to please. These are the things I regularly buy. If you get me these items, aside from their utilitarian value, you’re also giving me the gift of extra time to do other things with my life. That’s priceless.

  • Cetaphil Gentle Skin Cleanser – for the face
  • Jergens Shea Butter Enriching Moisturizer – not the gold one that supposedly gives your skin extra shimmer… I’m after the lotion.  I finished a 1.45 L bottle in less than three months. Preggy women are itchy and scratchy. This has been my best friend. No, I don’t want the ridiculously priced Palmer’s. Though known to take care of itchiness and stretchmarks, I don’t like the creases it leaves on the wallet.
  • Petroleum Jelly – explained here
  • Pantene – purple on black, for hairfall
  • Cream Silk – white or blue
  • Ivory – this is my pregnancy soap
  • Olay (shea butter) – will be reunited with Olay after I give birth (tentative)

Category 2: Not-So Essentials – repeat description from category 1, just change frequency of purchase from “regularly” to “sometimes.” I buy these things in celebration of very little joys and triumphs… Or when the consumerist bug bites. Some of the items here have been on the “I will buy” list for years. Sometimes it just feels extra great when things you’ve been coveting for the longest time land on your lap as gifts. Heheh!

  • Cologne – Angel’s Breath, Nenuco, Denenes, Calgon, Victoria’s Secret (I like the “subtle” and fruity ones… with subtle, I mean that it will take a really intimate sniff before you can tell I’m wearing it)
  • Scholl Foot Care Products 
  • Spray-on Sunblock  – I really want to go back to swimming after I give birth. I need this.
  • Socks – ankle socks; different colors, different ooohs and aaahs from me; anything below PhP 50.00 each

Category 3:  Kikay – simple reminders. I am not brand-conscious. I want them cheap. I will not be happy with expensive choices.

  • Dangling Earrings – bohemian and simple designs please; no post-it colors
  • Bracelets – same; anything below PhP 100.00 (that’s required for the guilt)
  • Necklaces – same; anything below PhP 100.00 (that’s required for the guilt)
  • Wrist Watch – like the ones with black leather straps and square faces; anything below PhP 200.00 (that’s required for the guilt)
  • Doll Shoes – no ribbons; love earth colors; anything below PhP 300.00; max 2-inches for heels; flats are preferred
  • Bags – anything less than PhP 300.00; made of canvas; don’t like leather bags; body bags and knapsacks preferred
  • Chucks – hmm… nevermind. Not from a friend. Masyadong mahal.

Category 4: Luxury – at least for me; more of wants, not needs

  • Notebooks
  • Office Supplies (pens, pencils, post-it)
  • Special sharpener – the one with the lever that needs to be turned for the thing to work
  • Arts and crafts supplies
  • Cash for ukay ukay shopping!

Category 5: c/o Wish ko Lang (for now)

  • Laptop
  • Digital Camera
  • Books by Malcolm Gladwell
  • Kepner – Tregoe recommended books
  • Books by Daniel Goleman
  • “7 Habits” and “8th Habit” by Covey
  • “If Only He Knew” and “If Only She Knew” by Gary Smalley
  • Books on: Leadership Development Training, Organizational Development, Culture Management, Mergers and Acquisitions, Project Management, etc.

To be continued…narcissism is so tiring.

PJ’s Promise


This is about Petroleum Jelly. No, the well is far from dry. It’s about my new-found faith, hope and love in PJ.

It was Mimay that introduced the wonders of PJ to me. She used it as lip balm when it got way too cold in the office. That was a couple of years ago. Never really tried it until I found out that I’m pregnant and the fear of almost everything – including the use of lip balm/gloss – kicked in.

For PhP 70.50, I was able to get me 100 grams of Apollo Pure Petroleum Jelly. I love/am loving/loved/it will continue to love what it does/it’s doing/it did/will continue to do for my lips. More importantly, I love/am loving/loved/will continue to love what it does/it’s doing/it did/it will continue to do for my toes. I have ballerina toes now. Pink, soft. The painful memories of chapped skin around the toenails are gone. I have yet to experience the wonders of “foot spa” but I have seen feet that went through it. My feet looks exactly like those.

For only PhP 70.50… for at least six more months.

PJ. Bakit ngayon ka lang?