sunday currently | 03

weekends are for Flamie

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My weekends, specially Sundays, lately are spent with my daughter. I’m in Manila on weekdays then I travel to Pangasinan every Friday or early morning (as in wee hours) on Saturday so I can be with my daughter on my rest days. If you think a couple’s LDR is hard, triple the feeling and that is how difficult to be far from your child. I’m lucky I still have my weekends and holidays to be with her but what about those who work overseas?

Kudos to all moms who make every kind of sacrifices for their kids. We all deserve a good Sunday.

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Reading Rebel of the Sands by Alwyn Hamilton. I started reading this a few days ago after I read A Court of Mist and Ruin by Sarah J. Maas. I got sidetracked reading it this weekend because I’m on babysitting duty which is expected because Flamie only wants mommy and mommy and mommy.

Writing whatever comes to my mind these days. I need to write.

Listening to Adele’s All I Ask and Ariana Grande’s Almost is Never Enough and a whole lot more. Check and follow my playlist on Spotify here.

Watching  Goblin, a Korean drama starring Gong Yoo from the series Coffee Prince years ago and he hasn’t aged a bit. I am actually so late in watching Korean dramas again since I couldn’t find the time to do it before. Of course, I watch this in between seeing Baby TV shows, Masha and the Bear and Baby Jake episodes and the occasional nursery rhymes. I wonder when will I add Pippa Pig on this list. Probably, never.

Thinking of where the hell can we find a nanny who will last. Ugh. Will this be my problem for the rest of the year? We had 3 nannies (going on 4) since January and it’s not half the year yet!

Smelling the little girl who smells like baby powder.

Wishing I could spend more time with my daughter, live with her again if I could.

Hoping for a job opening on the site where I want to transfer soon or start a home based job which will allow me to be with my daughter all day.

Wearing a mommy get up, if there is one.

Needing more patience and hope and peace of mind.

Feeling tired yet okay, not overjoyed but fine. I’m okay even if sometimes it doesn’t.

Hay. The day is almost over. Back to my reality tomorrow.

-wl, a.

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it’s /ˈflāmi/

i repeat “fley•mi”

If you can’t still say it right, here’s how you should read/pronounce it:

FLEY • MI

All clear?

It irritates me to no end whenever someone mispronounce my daughter’s name. I often hear people say it as FLA • MI, sounds as the “fla” in flower. I know her name is unusual but if you can’t read it correctly, you can always just ask me, right? *makes face*

There was even a time when I was talking with an agent over the phone for her health card, I already said the name as “fley • mi” only to hear her read it back as “fla • mi”. If I were the agent’s QA, she’ll surely get a mark off on active listening. I know there are people who would ask how I say it first but there are others who will not. This rant may sound absurd to you, but believe me you’ll understand me if you have a difficult name to pronounce or you are a mom.

-wl, a

Here’s the latest picture of the little girl at ten months in pigtails, telling you how to say her name correctly:


what God’s perfect timing really means

when your perfect timing is not His perfect timing

One day I was reading my emails in the office when I happen to see the monthly email the corporate recruitment is sending for job openings across all sites. I saw the same position I have now in the site I was considering transferring to two years ago. The only time I was seriously looking for a lateral transfer was in January 2015 when everything that had happened for the past 16 months never crossed my mind. Well, it did though I wasn’t giving it much thought because I didn’t think of it as a possibility. Then again we all know how fate could be funny and mean at the same time, right?

As what I was saying, I wanted to move to Baguio early of 2015 for reasons my closest friends and my readers from Off the Wall knows. I was physically and emotionally drained living in the busy, crazy, fast paced life in Metro Manila for seven years. I was waiting for the right time to move somewhere else, away from the life I built here in the city. That time I wanted so much to just pack my bags and leave but for some reason, I always held back. I would talk myself out of the crazy idea of leaving a secure job and would have a thousand and one reasons of why I should not make hasty decisions. Maybe it’s not what God had intended to happen yet. Maybe in God’s perfect timing, it will.

Continue reading “what God’s perfect timing really means”

with love, –A.

life and my love for writing

As I’ve mentioned on my old blog, Off the Wall, I’m taking a break from writing and I wouldn’t be using Off the Wall anymore when I get back. After months of my self-imposed semi-online hiatus, I feel like I’m ready to go back to the online world—though maybe not very much.

I wasn’t really totally gone from the net. I’d been a lurker in various social media sites. I know what’s going on around me, whatever viral post is up there, new movies, new books, current events. I wasn’t a total hermit. I still have the occasional Facebook status update, tweets and Instagram post. I just don’t have the energy to engage with anyone online. I was, in some way, offline most of the time. Reachable but unresponsive.

What changed then? A little of everything. Continue reading “with love, –A.”