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Nymeria: The Sweetest Puppy in the World

A few days ago, we finally got a puppy at my parents' house after eons of being dog-less. My sister and I grew up with a menagerie of animals in and outside the house. We always had several dogs. We even had two sheep. There was a flock of pigeons and several hutches filled with rabbits. There was a point when we even had some giant Kabir chickens. I think we had a humongous wild lizard one time. With my dad's love for animals, we never lacked for pets - conventional or otherwise. As we grew older, though, the number of pets slowly dwindled. After the break in two months ago, though, I thought it was best to get a dog or two again. Finally, we have a puppy! We have named her Nymeria, from the direwolf that belongs to Arya Stark in the fantasy series "A Song of Ice and Fire". More people would know her from the HBO TV series "Game of Thrones", which is based on the novels by George R.R. Martin. Our goal was to get a dog that would be a great playmat

Anticipating Dream Cup 2011

Anticipating PLUS dreading. It's a mix, really. I am looking forward to seeing the Azkals live, not to mention David Beckham. Who wouldn't want to see him? Then again, there is the fact that the travel and the crowds will make the day irritating. I am overlooking that fact, though, as watching this game is, more than anything, a Christmas gift to my little brother. I have been wracking my brains about what to give Silas for Christmas. Having played soccer for a while now, he has really been into everything football-related. From the Azkals to Manchester United to playing FIFA 2011 - he has caught the football fever, and I am glad about it. At least he has a worthy hobby which allows him to release all his energy. Even his teachers are happy about it! He has been dropping hints about toys such as Electric Airsoft Guns , steel pellet guns, and crossbows (I think it's the Walking Dead that can be blamed for the last), but upon seeing his face when I told him I got the tick

Sam in Therapy

Yesterday, I went with my nephew Sam for his therapy session for the first time. It was clear from the get go that he loved school. He was excited even when he was still getting ready. I loved it that my sister put on a shirt that I got him a while back. The race driver printed on the shirt is not supposed to be anyone, but I just like to think it's Mark Webber, with the number 2 label. When we got to the school, his excitement was even more uncontrolled. I am glad as it is a sign that he like learning - and his teacher, too! He also was very cooperative, moving around in his walker. This boy deserves trophies , don't you think? Seeing him like that made me appreciate things even more. He may have the need for a lot of help, but he just keeps going in his innocence. Of course, his little brother Elijah did not want to be left out. Even though he couldn't enter the therapy room, he did his own exercises outside. In the meantime, the yayas (that includes me

Movember PI: A Cause for the Fight Against Prostate Cancer

You might have been seeing and hearing about guys and mustaches more than usual this month. Even if you have a thing against facial hair (I don't know why anyone would, unless it were on a woman), this month's trend is something you ought to know about. It's called Movember, an initiative which was born out of the need to raise awareness about prostate cancer. Movember started back in 1999 when a group of guys from Adelaide, Australia thought of growing mustaches for charity. Since then, the Movember movement has spread across the world, and even the Philippines has joined in. From the group's web site: [Movember PI is] a moustache growing charity event held during November each year to raise funds and awareness for a good cause. Movember is a portmanteau of the words ‘moustache’ and ‘November‘. At the start of November guys register with a clean shaven face. The participants, known locally as Mo Barkadas, have the remainder of the month to grow and groom their M

Coffee Shop Blues - Boston Cafe

Quick cup of brewed coffee at Boston Cafe Friday, I went my Dad to pick up my little brother from school. We made a quick stop at Robinson's Mall for shoes for the babies, and I decided to sit down at Boston Cafe, the only feasible place to work. Of course, their router kept kicking me out! I was still able to get a bit of work done, though, and a quick cup of coffee. Sad to say, the coffee was very poor. Poorer than 711 coffee, would you believe that! This means one thing: I will not be sitting down at this coffee shop any time soon. I'll stick to my home brewed coffee.

Getting Organized

Again. These past days have been difficult and enlightening at the same time. Reflection has been the name of the game, and I expect it to continue for a while yet. On the one hand, I don't like it. It's difficult. On the other hand, I am feeling optimistic about the results of this period. I think I'll actually be better off for it. Organization is my theme for today (and the upcoming days). Google Calendar has always been a tool I use daily. It's being used even more. Now I am going back to budgeting, believe it or not! I am actually planning Christmas gifts as early as now, and I have been racking my brains for Mens Gift Ideas for Dad and Silas. Why is it always easier to get gifts for women? I do have a plan for Silas - a very early gift, if circumstances allow me.  Another thing I am doing in terms of getting organized is doing things outside of work. Last year, I started a personal project, which I dropped at some point. Today, I picked it up again. I paid a

Balancing Act

As a child, I just loved how Dr. Seuss played with words to delight anyone with the least bit of sense. I also loved the quirky characters - how they were drawn and described. Decades later, I go back to Dr. Seuss, not just for the quirkiness, not for the play on words. Surprisingly, I go back again and again for some semblance of ... sanity? I do not know if that is the right word, but one passage that I can't get enough of these days is this excerpt from "Oh The Places You Will Go". On and on you will hike and I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are. You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. I can go on and on and on about how I should have stepped with great care and great tact. How I should have been more mature. But there really is no point in beating one's se

Is Retail Therapy a Good Idea?

The other night, I was out with friends, and the conversation inevitably turned to retail therapy. There is this prevalent notion that retail therapy can help you deal with stress. Whether you are undergoing stress on a personal or professional level, for some people, spending on themselves is something that always helps. Buying that new bag or pair of shoes; getting a facial; paying for eyelash growth treatment; getting a haircut...these activities seem to ease the level of stress for some. I go back to around two years ago when I was in dire need of retail therapy, at least according to my friends. I resisted at first, but once I started, I kinda got hooked. And so did my credit card. Today, I find myself thinking about whether or not retail therapy does any good. Maybe it does make one feel better for a time, as the new things do serve as a distraction. After the newness wears off, though, where does retail therapy get you? Is it just me, or is retail therapy a slippery slope?

Counting Blessings

Today, my sister shared this photo on my Facebook wall. It doesn't really need much explanation (just don't mind the typos). I am reminded of how many blessings there are in life, and that I personally tend to overlook them. I take them for granted until they are remarkably absent. Every now and then, these reminders are good. Today, I am most thankful for the blessings that are my friends and my sister. I am thankful for the people in my life who have contributed to the lessons I have learned; for their strength to do what they believe is right even when I do not agree, and for lending me their strength when I am short on it.