Random thoughts: Lola post
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I'm still trying to recover from that 10day whirlwind F reunion schedule last week. What a blast. I thought I'd be a bit more relaxed this week but so much went on in Urban Zone and at home. I kinda miss those days I'd blog long entries with photos and all. But now even my photos are in disarray. I've got two iPhotos running in two computers. I need to centralize my storage. And everytime I want to upload to Flickr, my internet connection starts acting up. Sleepiness creeps in, Stella falls asleep on my chest then I fall asleep with one eye open.
So before I lose these ideas, I'll just ramble on here.
Breastfeeding We're doing well. I've got enough in storage for when I leave the house and I feed directly the rest of the time. It's easy now. I knew I'd get to this point as this is my third round to breastfeed. What boggles my mind is my driver's wife. She's a stay at home mom. She gave birth to her 4th(!!!) child a few months before I did. They don't really have enough to go around so of course we help (but try not to let them rely too much). I was hoping she'd breastfeed. Last night the driver asked for an advance. They needed money for milk. I don't get it. Breastfeeding is free.
Smoky places Last night I had to attend a function for Culte Femme in Members Only. Hindy Tantoco is the sweetest and I couldn't say no. The day before I texted her "Hinds, stupid question. But where is Members Only?" She replied: "It's not stupid. I had to ask myself." Turns out that was her first time to be there too. So I'm not THAT square after all. I thought I could be in and out of the event but everything started late. And I came alone. Is anyone as crazy as I am to attend a function at Members Only alone??? Good thing I saw Rockwell's Malou Pineda and her friends. They adopted me. Such nice people. And it turns out... it was also Malou's first time. We were all starting to show our age. I had fun. Except that I have to say... whoa! smoking is still allowed inside enclosed spaces in Taguig. I had forgotten that. I think I shortened my life by 20 years inhaling all that second hand smoke. I hate smoke, second-hand smoke, smoke belchers, burning of garbage etc. When I got home I washed my hair. This morning, it still reeked of smoke. I'm such a lola. But I really hate smoke.
Shock of my life At last night's event a pretty business acquaintance approached me. We exchanged pleasantries. This is how our conversation went:
Girl: Hi Daphne, long time no see. You look great.
Me: Thanks. You too. How are you?
Girl: Fine. Hey may I introduce you to some fine gentlemen?
Me: (I thought I didn't hear her right. I look behind her and see two older foreign guys). Pardon?
Girl: May I introduce you to some fine gentlemen?
Me: Oh... I don't do that. I'm a happily married woman. For what?
Girl: For fun.
Me: Oh (forcing a half smile). I... I... I just gave birth you know. I don't think it's appropriate.
Girl: Okay....
I couldn't believe it. There was so much I wanted to say. I know I may be over reacting but really now... a) I know I look unapproachable, so why bother? b) she works in publishing, I would assume she'd know that I'm a wife and mother and c) I really am unapproachable to strangers, so why bother? But she looked like she was having fun. I didn't want to spoil her night. I just couldn't believe it.
EDIT: It turns out, I'm the freak. I totally misconstrued the whole situation last night. My acquaintance read this blog and contacted me. Those men were not at all like what I was scared they would be. They were also her business acquaintances. Now I'm embarrassed. Like I said, I'm such a lola. My apologies to ___. Whew.
Copycats I am aware that a talkshow in another network is trying to do house features. Fine. But they are trying to weasel out information from our staff (pretending to be viewers) to get in touch with those we've featured - from architects, designers to home owners. Like right after we air an episode of Urban Zone, they're already phoning whoever to try to get the homeowner to agree to a feature. Really now... Different audience, different market, different show. Why bother? Is imitation really the greatest form of flattery? Because I'm not amused nor am I flattered.
Karaoke How do you stop a neighbour from singing karaoke late into the night? I once called security. But they still don't get it.
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I'm still trying to recover from that 10day whirlwind F reunion schedule last week. What a blast. I thought I'd be a bit more relaxed this week but so much went on in Urban Zone and at home. I kinda miss those days I'd blog long entries with photos and all. But now even my photos are in disarray. I've got two iPhotos running in two computers. I need to centralize my storage. And everytime I want to upload to Flickr, my internet connection starts acting up. Sleepiness creeps in, Stella falls asleep on my chest then I fall asleep with one eye open.
So before I lose these ideas, I'll just ramble on here.
Breastfeeding We're doing well. I've got enough in storage for when I leave the house and I feed directly the rest of the time. It's easy now. I knew I'd get to this point as this is my third round to breastfeed. What boggles my mind is my driver's wife. She's a stay at home mom. She gave birth to her 4th(!!!) child a few months before I did. They don't really have enough to go around so of course we help (but try not to let them rely too much). I was hoping she'd breastfeed. Last night the driver asked for an advance. They needed money for milk. I don't get it. Breastfeeding is free.
Smoky places Last night I had to attend a function for Culte Femme in Members Only. Hindy Tantoco is the sweetest and I couldn't say no. The day before I texted her "Hinds, stupid question. But where is Members Only?" She replied: "It's not stupid. I had to ask myself." Turns out that was her first time to be there too. So I'm not THAT square after all. I thought I could be in and out of the event but everything started late. And I came alone. Is anyone as crazy as I am to attend a function at Members Only alone??? Good thing I saw Rockwell's Malou Pineda and her friends. They adopted me. Such nice people. And it turns out... it was also Malou's first time. We were all starting to show our age. I had fun. Except that I have to say... whoa! smoking is still allowed inside enclosed spaces in Taguig. I had forgotten that. I think I shortened my life by 20 years inhaling all that second hand smoke. I hate smoke, second-hand smoke, smoke belchers, burning of garbage etc. When I got home I washed my hair. This morning, it still reeked of smoke. I'm such a lola. But I really hate smoke.
Shock of my life At last night's event a pretty business acquaintance approached me. We exchanged pleasantries. This is how our conversation went:
Girl: Hi Daphne, long time no see. You look great.
Me: Thanks. You too. How are you?
Girl: Fine. Hey may I introduce you to some fine gentlemen?
Me: (I thought I didn't hear her right. I look behind her and see two older foreign guys). Pardon?
Girl: May I introduce you to some fine gentlemen?
Me: Oh... I don't do that. I'm a happily married woman. For what?
Girl: For fun.
Me: Oh (forcing a half smile). I... I... I just gave birth you know. I don't think it's appropriate.
Girl: Okay....
I couldn't believe it. There was so much I wanted to say. I know I may be over reacting but really now... a) I know I look unapproachable, so why bother? b) she works in publishing, I would assume she'd know that I'm a wife and mother and c) I really am unapproachable to strangers, so why bother? But she looked like she was having fun. I didn't want to spoil her night. I just couldn't believe it.
EDIT: It turns out, I'm the freak. I totally misconstrued the whole situation last night. My acquaintance read this blog and contacted me. Those men were not at all like what I was scared they would be. They were also her business acquaintances. Now I'm embarrassed. Like I said, I'm such a lola. My apologies to ___. Whew.
Copycats I am aware that a talkshow in another network is trying to do house features. Fine. But they are trying to weasel out information from our staff (pretending to be viewers) to get in touch with those we've featured - from architects, designers to home owners. Like right after we air an episode of Urban Zone, they're already phoning whoever to try to get the homeowner to agree to a feature. Really now... Different audience, different market, different show. Why bother? Is imitation really the greatest form of flattery? Because I'm not amused nor am I flattered.
Karaoke How do you stop a neighbour from singing karaoke late into the night? I once called security. But they still don't get it.
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