The Journey. It’s Mine. [Raine’s Mom, Problogger, Techie-wannabe, Wheelchair-Traveler]

Raine is tremendously enjoying school these days and I am getting positive feedbacks from his teacher. It seems that Raine is so attentive and obedient in school.

He insists though that he is a big guy now because he is “three” and goes to school. (as if three is a big number!) But still he is a baby in so many ways. “Dede” is what he asks for the moment he arrives home from three hours of school everyday.

Well I think he is changing in so many ways…the effects maybe of the social interaction he gets from school. I have no idea yet if he shows off in school but he really can grind like a macho dancer. He he.

Anyway, three or thirty-three: Raine will always be my baby!!

Qouting the famous Melanie Marquez’ line: Don’t judge my brother, he’s not a book: i still believe that one should not be judged by physical apperances and one’s way of dressing in particular.

You just never know, even the grease-man posing as mentally derailed beggar could even be a spy working for the intelligence group or something. So I never care much about how one should be dressed, although I always had to dress for the occasion. Nothing fancy but just right. So when I first came home 2 months ago, since I’m not going to report to any office but just need to sit in a net cafe in town, i didn’t bother dressing up.

So i just go daily in my shorts or old blue jeans, plain shirt and slippers. But then I noticed that people don’t bother taking a second look when I’m inquiring at bank or window shopping cellphones. Perhaps I look like I cannot afford a 3G phone or do not have enough money to open a new banck account so the salesperson or bank employee always looks short of shooing me out and calling the guards.

Anyway, I really don’t care but these people are taking this thing a little too far. So I’ve been dressing up lately, like I’m going to the office or something. Still plain though and not flashy like one OFW-japayuki looking woman i met in the jeepney yesterday. All 6 of her fingers each has a ring, her neck wearing a 3 inch thick necklace and her ears has three pierces therefore three pairs of earrings too.

It’s not that I don’t have jewelries. I just don’t wear them all at once but one at time depending on my mood. But then wearing them all doesn’t look good either, it doesn’t earn you the deserved respect. So I’m still plain old me, I might have colored my hair red recently but I can never be as flashy as that. He he.

This was taken two months ago but i want to show it off anyway.

I don’t know where Raine gets it but now he dances like a macho dancer!

he he.

Sorry, can’t help being a stage nanay!

It has been a very hectic three days. As much as I wanted to visit friends in LB, my busy schedule didn’t permit it. Anyway, so much has happened in the past couple of weeks. It’s not everyday I turn 33, so I treated my self to a comfortable travel and some shopping when I was in Manila these past days. My eyes popped with so many things to buy, BUT I only bought what was necessary. he he.

So I missed Raine a LOT for two nights so I was like calling for twice-thrice a day. This mother-son-separation-anxiety bug will never be cured I guess. While I always crave for a time alone. Mothers! Crazy.

So Raine is at school, learning new things and meeting new kids. Lola is taking him, because on his first day that I brought him, he cried the whole time and wouldn’t get inside the classroom. So the following day I told Lola to bring him there instead. Worked like a charm. So Lola is now our official school fetcher. He he.

On the job front, nothing yet, just the standard don’t call, we’ll call you. So I’ll just wait while I am just happy getting back to blogging.

Someone once told when that when your intentions are good in taking major turns in your life (like quitting a job), God will provide you with your needs. That has been proven true: I was once on the verge of quitting my previous job even without an alternative source of income. When you are parenting alone like me, I am always scared that my son will starve and will get sick when I have not a penny in my pocket. Those fears alone prevented me from quitting.

Blogging changed my life and helped me sail the right course.

TJ doesn’t have any idea but bagging that CW blogging gig (Straight From The Doc) gave me enough guts to drop the job in an instance. I was able to break away from that “bondage” because SFTD will place food on the table. It isn’t much but my son will not starve anymore and so I decided that it’s time to go home. Just food. But was enough at that moment.

So I signed my resignation letter and while I was having a hard time convincing my boss, my application at KMM was underway. Two days after I handed in my application, I landed that blogging gig at The PharmVoice and provided me with a fat secure monthly bonus to make life in the province a bit more than the necessity. I am not allowed to say how much but blogging at both KMM and CW placed me in the 4 figure problogging, if I am not lazy and keep the needed blogging pace.

It has been more than 2 months and I have paid all remaining debts (mine and the family’s) and when the storm came, I have moolah to resume the house construction that was started before my father died last year.

Now I am just at a steady-still enjoying a laid back life and the regular blogging when new job opportunities came. I mentioned in a previous post that I wasn’t even looking but they just came, because these are old applications that for some divine intervention, have been recently activated.

Last week I declined flat the college teaching job that I pursued last year. Declined it because I have an interview coming up on the 13th as lab manager/supervisor at an SGS lab in Albay. And then on the 14th, I am going to take a pre-employment examination at PNOC-EDC, as Lab Chemist in the BAC-MAN plant in Sorsogon. Yeah, I will be in the Makati/Manila area on those days.

My point really is that, for once in life that I am not thinking of my life and just wanted to go home and take care of my family: my recently-widowed mother and my 3-yr old son. I was ready to do all that even with just the meager separation pay that I got. Afterwards, bahala na. God knows that I terribly need money (who doesn’t?) because I need to take care of many things and put our lives back in good order, so that’s what he gave me and now hopefully, that security of a regular job that I could probably retire with.

For the nth time, I have proven that God provides you with what you need and not what you want.

Oh yeah I will still be blogging…I cannot let the fat bonus get away…not yet!