MOVED OUT

Hey everyone, I’ve put up a new blog here on WordPress and I’d appreciate it so much if you guys would move there with me. 🙂

I’ve been posting on this blog for years now, and somehow, I’ve gained followers that like the things I write. So, just in case you’d still want to see my posts… I’ve moved out to this url:

http://xdaniellej.wordpress.com 

http://xdaniellej.wordpress.com 

http://xdaniellej.wordpress.com 

http://xdaniellej.wordpress.com 

http://xdaniellej.wordpress.com 

http://xdaniellej.wordpress.com 

http://xdaniellej.wordpress.com

Just click on one of those and you’ll be brought to my new blog. I will be deleting this old one on November 1, 2014, and as of today, I will only be updating that one. 🙂

So, if you still want updates from my sporatic mind, please click on those links & follow! Thanks!

xx, Danielle

CHANGES EVERYWHERE

Somehow, its that time of year again where I feel so unsure of all the things I posted on my blog ever.

So.. I will be found on a new domain starting tonight. I will be posting it here, and I’m hoping that my followers here would carry on to that one as well. 🙂

Nothing feels better than a fresh, clean slate.

Pisgetti

One of the wonders of being a mom at a young age is being able to relate and have fun with your kid.

My grandma bought Klaud Play Doh yesterday. And Klaud loves them. He’s been asking me to make food out of the clay for him. And today, he wanted me to make PISGETTI.

Pis-what? Its spaghetti. He keeps on saying pisgetti even if I correct him.

Such a cutie.

Waiting

Rest day, the most awaited day of my every week.

But the wait isnt that exciting anymore. I never get to spend time with him anymore. Its either I fall asleep, or he does. Never awake at the same time. And its getting really depressing.

I miss him so much, sometimes, it hurts worse than when we fight.

This is annoying.

Adjustment

The computer is back. I brought it back from the dead. Just kidding. It was almost dead though.

So, now it’s back and I’m back to the usual blogging again. Staying up in the wee hours of the night, with soup and cigarettes.

Today, I went out with a bunch of my teammates to celebrate a birthday. It started out fun, honestly. But as all parties go, something or someone will always be the vibe-killer. This time tho, the vibe-killer wasn’t drunk, nor was he high. He was just some gay guy in denial that just couldn’t keep his insecurities to himself.

This guy, he used to be very fun. Used to be. Now he’s that one office mate that’s a bigger ass than that of a donkey’s.

He started out picking on me, in a funny manner. Making inside jokes to teasing me to calling me names to judging my entire being. We were with seniors, and they were very attentive to what happened. I broke down because of the mix of alcohol, lack of sleep, stress and pressure that I was feeling at the time. And it seemed to have made me the bad person in the situation. The problem was personal, but he insisted that it was somehow work-related or that it was affecting my performance at work.

Honestly, I didn’t really get why he kept on telling me that it was affecting my performance that bad. I mean, I was actually doing better than he was. 

Anyway, I wasn’t really drunk, so I have perfect recollection of everything he said. And its too annoying that he speaks like a know-it-all because he’s had years of experience in the BPO Industry, and as per my achievements, I was the “underdog”. 

It was offensive. It was obnoxiously said. It was insensitively spoken.

Adjustment

The computer is back. I brought it back from the dead. Just kidding. It was almost dead though.

So, now it’s back and I’m back to the usual blogging again. Staying up in the wee hours of the night, with soup and cigarettes.

Today, I went out with a bunch of my teammates to celebrate a birthday. It started out fun, honestly. But as all parties go, something or someone will always be the vibe-killer. This time tho, the vibe-killer wasn’t drunk, nor was he high. He was just some gay guy in denial that just couldn’t keep his insecurities to himself.

This guy, he used to be very fun. Used to be. Now he’s that one office mate that’s a bigger ass than that of a donkey’s.

He started out picking on me, in a funny manner. Making inside jokes to teasing me to calling me names to judging my entire being. We were with seniors, and they were very attentive to what happened. I broke down because of the mix of alcohol, lack of sleep, stress and pressure that I was feeling at the time. And it seemed to have made me the bad person in the situation. The problem was personal, but he insisted that it was somehow work-related or that it was affecting my performance at work.

Honestly, I didn’t really get why he kept on telling me that it was affecting my performance that bad. I mean, I was actually doing better than he was. 

Anyway, I wasn’t really drunk, so I have perfect recollection of everything he said. And its too annoying that he speaks like a know-it-all because he’s had years of experience in the BPO Industry, and as per my achievements, I was the “underdog”. 

It was offensive. It was obnoxiously said. It was insensitively spoken.

Adjustment

The computer is back. I brought it back from the dead. Just kidding. It was almost dead though.

So, now it’s back and I’m back to the usual blogging again. Staying up in the wee hours of the night, with soup and cigarettes.

Today, I went out with a bunch of my teammates to celebrate a birthday. It started out fun, honestly. But as all parties go, something or someone will always be the vibe-killer. This time tho, the vibe-killer wasn’t drunk, nor was he high. He was just some gay guy in denial that just couldn’t keep his insecurities to himself.

This guy, he used to be very fun. Used to be. Now he’s that one office mate that’s a bigger ass than that of a donkey’s.

He started out picking on me, in a funny manner. Making inside jokes to teasing me to calling me names to judging my entire being. We were with seniors, and they were very attentive to what happened. I broke down because of the mix of alcohol, lack of sleep, stress and pressure that I was feeling at the time. And it seemed to have made me the bad person in the situation. The problem was personal, but he insisted that it was somehow work-related or that it was affecting my performance at work.

Honestly, I didn’t really get why he kept on telling me that it was affecting my performance that bad. I mean, I was actually doing better than he was. 

Anyway, I wasn’t really drunk, so I have perfect recollection of everything he said. And its too annoying that he speaks like a know-it-all because he’s had years of experience in the BPO Industry, and as per my achievements, I was the “underdog”. 

It was offensive. It was obnoxiously said. It was insensitively spoken.

Annual Hospital Stay-cation

So, this is really disturbing. This isn’t a coincidental event anymore, it happens annually, and its bothering me.

From when Klaud was born, the year never ended without us spending a week or two in the hospital. This time, it was a bit serious tho. Klaud almost tested positive for Primary Complex.

On July 28 (Monday), the hubby sent me a message while I was at work regarding Klaud’s condition, as he was already slightly feverish before I left. That was around 9pm. He told me that the baby was vomiting everywhere, and didn’t want to eat/drink milk anymore.

We thought it was the normal cough x cold combo he gets every now and then- which usually go away after he discharges all the phlegm in his system. But last week it wasn’t like that. Tuesday came, and so did Wednesday, he had fever that spiked up to 39 degrees ++ every now and then, plus the occasional vomiting and lesser intake of both milk and food. That didn’t bother me much tho. He never really ate food. He was more dependent on milk.

I went home early on Thursday morning to check on him, because I was too nervous, as he already had a convulsion episode when he was about 8 months old, and I, as a mother, do not want that to happen again. He was okay when I got home. So we spent the morning and rested altogether.

 

Thursday went by fast. And by that afternoon, he was vomiting again. So then, we decided to rush him over to the hospital.

We knew it. He was to be admitted, because of dehydration – AGAIN.

His fever was gone in no time, but the appetite wasn’t back.

Now we’re still here at the hospital, although he’s already okay, I decided to stay a few more nights until the medication is done. One, because I don’t have the time and patience to give him the meds myself. And two, because my son needs rest from the very stressful environment at home.

A lot of people have been visiting and wishing my son well while we are here. And everything’s so heartwarming, I couldn’t thank everybody enough.. Specially those who sent me these 🙂

 

 

 

Klaud’s classmates wishing him well

An old friend, wishing for Klaud’s speedy recovery.

And here are two photos that show his speedy recovery. Thanks to all the prayers, and all the doctors and nurses who attended to him. We know he’s a handful, but thanks for the patience.

 

 

 

 

Now we just got a discharge order for tomorrow afternoon. Klaud will be home, and he will be the same cheerful, active kid everybody loves.

 

Thank you, God.

For never failing us, for always being there for us, for always guiding us, and for always taking care of us. I may never be the best mother Klaud could have, but I know you made me his mom for a reason. I may fail most of the time in being the mom that he needs, but I know he would never ask for more. 

I’m still learning a lot, and I appreciate the guidance you give us. 

Thank you, God. Thank you for loving us.

Happy 2nd year to my lame blog!!

Its actually very surprising! Today’s the 2nd year anniversary of this blog. *cue confetti*

Thank you to everybody who patronizes and take a little time to read my blog. Very appreciated, I swear 🙂

On the other hand, I took the big boy out last night. And it rained. And we had an accident. But the kid’s okay, no worries. I just got wounded and bruised all over. But of course, I wouldn’t post the gruesome photos of my wounds and bruises from last night, cause that might prevent people from visiting my blog ever again – or even mistake my blog for a gore-themed one.

We went out to get the boyf’s phone from the service center. We took it in a few months ago for repair. The kid saw tons of stuff, and I know that it made him happy, considering the fact that we don’t take him out that much anymore. And that made me more than happy.

Aside from that, the boyf gave me a laptop, not brand new, but its better than my rusty old computer. He said its a late birthday gift. Thanks, babe!

And… Tomorrow’s my first day at work. I’m still very enthusiastic despite the fact that I’m sorta injured. And I’m actually having ‘visions’ of how my work days in the future would be. That’s normal, right?

Oh well. Wish me luck! I need to rest my body as it hasn’t even recovered from last night’s trauma yet, and I need all the energy I could have for the commute and the work load I’ll be assigned to tomorrow. Ciao!

 

Enrollment Dilemma

Since almost being an instructor at ATI-Phils, I’ve been having this annoying dilemma for days now.

To enroll or not to?

This being my first job, I’m gonna have to have time to focus and adjust, of course, as I’m not yet used to the environment of being employed. Also, I figured, with all the dreams and goals (both short and long term) that I’ve set for myself, I’m gonna have to start pursuing them early, and this could be a pretty good start. Aaaand, that’s what’s bringing me to the side of skipping this semester and starting fresh on October.

On the other hand…

I’ve been itching to finish the remaining 2 years I have in college in order for me to be able to go full time on this job some time in the future. Aside from that, I am 500% sure that the mother wouldn’t approve of me stopping school for a while too. I’ve been studying so long, this would cause a very huge fight between us.

So what should I do now? I have less than a month to decide. This is confusing.

xx,
D♡