why it's called a PUBLIC car park

it's been almost 24 hours since, and i'm still seething over the incident that happened in the mall parking lot yesterday.

the sky was a bit overcast with the threat of rain, temperature was about 12 degrees, tristan and i were about to do our usual sunday afternoon grocery-shopping. as we were about to pull up into a parking space near the mall entrance, a lady in the parking slot next to 'ours' had her door open. tristan obviously had to wait for her to shut her door before we can park. and that, she didn't want to do.

when she finally did, i overheard her retort "can't you park somewhere else??" schwingg! that set off alarm bells in my head. i was in a rage.

i got off the car, slammed the door, peered into her window and remarked back "why, aren't we allowed to park here???," with as much incredulity i can muster. i wanted to say more (like "the last time i checked this was a public parking space, you don't own it, we can park anywhere we want to park so why don't you just go home to the slums, you bitch!"), and breathe fire down her throat, had i not caught a glimpse of a toddler in the backseat of her car. say yey for self-restraint.

but still, i had to do something. so i walked up in front of her parked car, took note of her registration plates (just in case she scratches our car or deflates our tires), and stared at her. if only looks could kill. to my sick satisfaction, woman-in-car cannot compete in a stare war against pregnant-fire-breathing-lady. it just irked me that she acted as if we were meek asians who wouldn't stand up against her white superiority notion. oh no. this mayumi descends from a long line of oppressed farmers from the ilocandia region, mixed with warrior ilonggo blood.

or maybe, she just caught me at a bad time, is all.

the month that was

there had been a time when i was taken to calling him barbs, short for barbiturate. good thing the name didn't get stuck. but although him being called barbs had long been dropped, my husband still remains to be my best sedative.

he turned a year older six days ago, and i wanted to give him the world. turned out i couldn't afford the world, so he had to be happy with a whole box of mtg shadowmoor cards and a seafood dinner in a bistro reminiscent of a restaurant gordon ramsay is trying to breathe some life into.

on turning a year older, i did too. and it was spent with family and a few friends over an extremely nice soulfood-laden lunch that my husband lovingly cooked. spending it that way was wonderful and simple, a good way to mark the end of the year that had been; suffice to say that the past year had been one of the most eventful years in my life.

got married twice, got knocked up, traveled to the philippines and back, sidetripped to singapore, supported my partner in his jobhunting endeavors, discovered new places, delighted in new cuisines, watched a lot of movies, took on more responsibilities. grew up. a bit wiser now.

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but still a kid in a lot of ways.

to my absolute delight, mars snackfood australia has released mint m&m's! and hopefully, it will be produced as a regular option, much like the dark, crispy, peanut and almond.

i remember purchasing bags of the stuff in the philippines, hoarding, as it is only available during christmas or in puregold clark. im stuffing my face with little gems exploding with minty freshness and chocolate goodness right now.

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im on my fifteenth week and i have started to warm up to the idea of eating food again. i think it's about to be over, the nausea and vomiting. im starting to feel flutters too. the nurse said it may be just gas, but heck, i know my body and i know what gas is.

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and oh, we celebrated our first wedding's first anniversary a couple of days ago. nothing grand or spectacular, coz we're dirt-poor and saving up for a house that we intend to purchase in a few months' time. we just spent 48 hours together --- no work interruptions, no phone calls, no other concerns. it's just him and me.

the way it's supposed to be.

baby steps: the journey to yummyhood. entry #4

the case of my missing waist has finally been cracked.

i saw my baby for the first time, and fell in love with her. so i really am pregnant, and not just putting on weight around my midsection. yey. tristan took the day off to witness the probing and he held my hand the whole time. there's three of us now.

i was a bit worried that something could be wrong as i was feeling very sick the past couple of months. but the doctor said everything looked to be ok with the baby's development.

baby


hands

the little bean was happily swimming in her warm cocoon when we did the scan. i couldn't help but be a wee bit emotional. a solitary teardrop glided down my right cheek but i was too embarrassed to let the doctor see. it's still too early to tell the gender though, but i feel it's a girl.

i hurdled the first trimester. now i can't wait for what they say is the best part of pregnancy.

*****

tristan might just have been overwhelmed with joy after the scan. so he decided to reward me with three items of sexy lace and silk lingerie.

or was that reward for himself?

really, wtf?

homebound again today. morning sickness has eased up a bit, and i find myself 'grazing' the whole day --- eating everything in sight, in minute quantities but.

spent most of the day in front of the pc, reading stuff about anything and everything. and i came across this:

wtf? this gives me goosebumps everytime i hear it. even if 'pretty-fied', i still find it hair-raising. ahrgh.

cook wins!

america voted david cook as the next ai.

simon told archuleta "it's a knockout."

eh? bleh.

everything

you are the sun, bursting in yellow joy
white heat, into a final fury
of crimson blaze

i am a memory of the moon
a distant remnant of the farthest star
blending into darkness

you are a majestic oak, sturdy
fists punching the white mists of the big sky
the central spectacle in an elaborate landscape

i am a dandelion, a tumbleweed
pirouetting up, down, round and about
blown by a breath, twirling

i dance to your words
bottled in lilting notes
taken in cups of luxuria by strangers

you wear my roughly sewn burlap
of random ideas and disorganized thoughts
read in the patches and stitches

you are who i want to be with,
if not who i want to be

i am the one who gives sense to you
i magnify you.

you are everything
and i---
i am everything else.

baby steps: the journey to yummyhood. entry #3

on my way to my ninth week now, and amidst the number of downsides in being pregnant, thankfully i have discovered that there are upsides too.

1. i constantly have very pink cheeks (due to the increased blood circulation, i reckon)
2. i always have my way (hubby spoils me a lot)
3. i have bigger boobs (yey!)
4. everyday is an exercise of patience (i can't wait!!!)
5. and that's about it.

the day before yesterday, my husband burst into song, and composed this for our little jellybean:

summer's gone
tell me
where'd you come from
but love
you are all we're waiting for

a space of bliss,
where is?
made from a single kiss
knock knock who's there
beneath this touch?

mommy's waiting for you
the sun is back
go pop the bag
mommy's waiting for you
go hug a thumb
and melt a dad

mommy's waiting for you
knock knock who's there
surprise, surprise...

he was singing me this song when i was about to rest, and i almost cried myself to sleep..