Aizek Von Romero

que sera... sera

what ever will be will be... who would have thought i would be what i am today. life indeed is super unpredictable. well, i must say i had simple dreams:

• i have always wanted to be kata enocensio (the tv reporter) - so i became alice cadao (the tv reporter) once,
• i adored the life lived by the late eddie mercado- so my voice was heard over the radio as an anchor once,
• i wished to become a mother before i reached 30, so it happened,
• i desired to have a baby boy, now i have a little bugoy,
• i wanted to have an intimate and simple wedding, so i had one,
• i longed to have...

this list can go on and on but i was interrupted by the thought of the things that were on my wishlist and remained. hahaha! i must remind myself to count my blessings. i love my life more if i think of mine and my family's good health. i love the strength of my heart, thank you my Lord! all glory be to you!

it took me too long to decide to write again. yes, decide because i was too afraid to express my thoughts. i might hurt some people. the people who are supposedly closest to my heart. here i am, wanting to write about me, about my life then and now. it was a month ago when i thought of the big difference between "then" and "now".

happiness!!!!!!!

why happiness? and why not? i am writing about happiness simply because i want to be reminded of that feeling. i totally forgotten the feeling. i mean, please don't get me wrong. i am not living a miserable life. it's just that life didn't turn out to be what i expected it to be. my dear friend says, "happiness is not what happens to you but how you respond to what happens to you". "Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow." be happy and be grateful.

my skyride adventure!

little things that matter

i was facing the laptop earlier... was ready to jot down my thoughts when i heard the sound of coughing from where my nephew is playing PS2, it was so irritating so i looked, then i realized it was my nephew, alden coughing, coughing very hard... as if he was choking to death then he started rubbing his eyes. when i got up and approached him, he was scratching all over his body. alden is asthmatic. he was having an asthma attack. i then ran to papang's bedroom. i told them alden is having difficulty breathing. the next thing i remember, my husband kim, alden and i were off to a taxi going to the hospital. in the ER, he was given a shot of anti-histamine. then we waited for about 15 minutes until his pale lips turned pink again. when he oppened his eyes... he smiled and asked for a jollibee meal. in moments like this... i get to thank the Lord for the little things that matter.

one fine day with my family

hancock

we are back in davao! here are the pics

continue...

A tour, a site visit… Been five months now since I started working for PNOC. I was not included in the list of employees to get to visit the site. I never had the chance to visit the pads, wells, rigs, etc… way up to the mountains of Southern Negros because I am known to go home for lunch (not to mention to breastfeed my little Aizek). I am always in the office not until last Wednesday. What an exhilarating experience when you get to discover things you never thought really exist. There are so many facts in life that we often take for granted. There, I was faced with all the huge pipes, turbine and tools everywhere, amazing how machines work and work well for civilization and vis-à-vis. Amidst the heap is a visible source of steam, a spring of power for those who can avail of it. I couldn’t begin to imagine how it all embarked on, who were the pioneers, who were the first engineers and how was the pacing then. So incredible that what must have been a simple plan yesterday turns out to be a master piece of today. With that, I have this word: continue. No matter what the trials are, no matter how immense the distractions are, no matter how excruciating some circumstances are… we just have to continue. By continuing, we are pedaling our way towards progress, thus, we succeed.

look young and thank God

At my workplace this afternoon, another funny and familiar episode happened. Raymund is an IT who works for the computer department in the company. While I was browsing some photos in my files, he was writing something on the table behind me so I asked him whether the child in the photo looks like me. He was a little surprised and asked me if the boy is my boy, followed by, “yes, he has your eyes, lice.” He shares that he also has a photo of his own child in his files so I asked how old he was. He answered, 24. I hid the shock in my face. How can he be just 24 when I really believed he looks older than I am? I was then reminded of my age. I’d be turning 30 this year. Many say I look younger than my age. I didn’t take those comments seriously of course but I realized there is so much to be thankful about it. Not everybody is blessed to boast an appearance younger than what is real. Please don’t get me wrong. Raymund doesn’t look old, he only doesn’t look 24.

being a mom and wanting to write

It’s night time and I feel like writing… again. I say again for I always have this feeling but don’t have the luxury of time. This time is my baby boy’s time to sleep. He’s almost consistent at that. Except for tonight; he’s sound asleep at eight. That’s early. So I have the chance to write (save for short interruptions). Only I and his papa can put our baby Kong-kong to sleep. There are moments when all I do is imagine and type the words in my mind of the things I want to jot down, of the feelings I want to convey, but no time. Even when I brush my teeth before going to bed, half of my senses are unto my little boy, whether he’s again calling out for his mom’s attention. I love it when I pass by him or when he hears my voice from afar and he would scream as if an insect bites him suddenly...he simply wants to be with mama. Any mom would agree with me. While the family was having dinner earlier, I couldn’t help but notice the picture framed on top of the TV set, it was a photo of Aizek taken when he arrived home from a two-night stay in the nursery room. Now my baby is 6-months old, where did time go? He now has three strong teeth… another one coming out soon. He’s a cerelac addict (wont stop asking for more. Hahaha!) that his granny (short for grand nanny) Ann warned me not to let Aizek get really big and heavy he might become overweight. What can I do? I am just a typical mother feeding her baby. Plus who says how much ounces of milk he consumes after a ten-minute sucking and biting, too. Aizek is beginning to show some attitude these days. I would know right away if he’s hungry, sleepy or uncomfortable through his actions and his pouts. He’s like his papa every time he pouts his cute lips. I wonder what would his dominant traits be… would they be from me or from Kim. Everyday is a new day for me and Kim. We look forward to what’s new of Aizek. He learns a thing or two a day. Today, he turns up his volume; he can laugh or cry out very loud that even the third house neighbor can hear.