Some people wonder why I am still with the company I am working for. Except for the work from home benefit, I have nothing else I could think of to brag about working there. Haha. But if I were to leave, I will still prefer a multinational company. Maybe because I trust big companies to abide by the law, and send their employees’ contributions to SSS, HDMF, etc.

This is probably because I’ve heard too much sad stories over the news (usually while riding a cab on the way to work) complaining the denial of their social security disability claim. Sometimes, it would be because the previous employer didn’t remit the contribution. And you guess it right, most of these companies are small to medium businesses.

Well, another thing that I also consider is the medical coverage provided by a company. Being married and having a child, it would rattle me to have unexpected medical expenses. It’s comforting to know that the company you’re working for got you covered.

The husband’s family has been in the printing business for some time now. So if I ask them what a xerox phaser 8560 is, they’d probably know.

Aside from the usual photo printing, they are also printing photo mugs, photo shirts and all other souvenir items that one can print on. I wouldn’t be surprised if they decide to expand and have a photobook printing and binding service, or a photobooth service for parties. That would be awesome.

They say that your choice of your car is inversely proportional to your size. Could be true as I always wanted to drive 4 wheel drive SUV. And I remember someone in college, a Civil Eng’g student, a very big guy, driving a Z3. Woohoo!

Still, men prefer atv over all other vehicles. It could be that it makes them more masculine looking. Or they could trek almost any place that they love going to. No idea. Because I’d always prefer a spic and span car instead of those muddy ones. And it would be just wrong to keep an atv clean all the time.

Some families are lucky enough to have a rich knowledge base of their history. For early-generation Americans, they need look no further than parents or grandparents to locate their foreign roots in other countries. But for families who settled in America several generations ago, tracing their ancestry can be complicated and daunting. The process may even lead to several dead ends – much like playing games at an online casino. As frustrating as it might be at times, discovering your family history can be a fulfilling and rewarding experience, no matter where you are from.

Long ago, solving the mystery of ancestry was a tricky tangled web. People only had family member’s stories handed down for generation to help piece the puzzle together. Often, stories were either misconstrued or completely fabricated, which led to a lot of misinformation about family legacies.

Now, we are lucky to have technological advances and web resources like ancestry.com to lead the way. Furthermore, social media sites like Facebook make finding distant relatives of the same surname as simple as typing into a search bar. Now, instead of immediate family regaling stories, we can locate the source of our families from across the world.

If your family history lies in a non-English speaking country, web resources like freetranslation.com can help decipher newspaper articles, family crests and books and poems written by far removed relatives. Now, it is easier than ever to find and understand family members, no matter where they live. Planning a trip overseas has also never been easier or more affordable, if you are interested in visiting the country where your legacy originated.

With the help of modern technology and knowledgeable historians and family members to help you along your way, tracing your legacy might just be the missing piece to your family. Discovering where you came from can be a wonderful and enlightening experience.

My mom asked me and my cousin to accompany her to the mall to pick up a formal blouse but instead got a very flattering pair of slacks. Not only that it accentuates her features and hides her flaws (hehe), it was on sale! I told her to buy all the colors that she could see but after checking, all the other slacks were size 14 and bigger. Tsk tsk.

While walking on our way to the parking area, I saw that GIngersnaps is on sale! So I grabbed Mikee a pair of pants which she badly needs because her school does not have a uniform. The fabric is good almost like jeans, it looks so nice and only costs 280 pesos, which a pair of leggings would cost.

Consequently, I grabbed two blouses (that weren’t on sale) to match and a pair of cute sandals. But as soon as the cashier swiped the barcode scanner on the tag, I realized I shouldn’t get the sandals as my daughter’s feet are wide, and the sandals might be too big in length but too small in width.

Anyway, when I got home, my daughter was too happy to see her new clothes. That’s my girl!

I have dreamt of the same dream twice. It wasn’t the same house, my parents’, but the same scenario. But the second one was worse than the first. I looked it up for an interpretation and was surprised to read someone’s dream shared in the site to be almost same with mine.

I guess I was just worried for my parents’ security. My mother jokingly told me that my father does not keep his bullions at home. Not that he has one. He collects gold coins but not bullions. Plus, he trusts the bank too much as storage for the more precious ones rather than have them at home.

I have been posting status on Facebook that I should be blogging about. First, not all of my relatives have Facebook accounts, some just read this blog. Second, I do get most of my journaling for my scrapbooks here.

So ok just let me share my FB status exactly a week ago, August 5th, when I was almost over with my work.

“…was working in another room when Mikee approached me with a bread pack “mommy, please open” which I absentmindedly opened.
Five minutes later, she came back saying “mommy sa ‘yo na lang!” handing me a wheat bread sandwich. Palaman? Chocolate ice cream!

Gotta love how her mind works! Amazing! Truly scrapbook-worthy!”

Anyway, I found a way to get all my past FB status but I lost the script that I ran. Tsk tsk. I remember running it just for the sake of knowing when I first took notice of Facebook. It took a year though before I start trusting it and upload some photos. Come to think of it, I still don’t fully trust the site. It’s just that I want to share the photos to relatives abroad, and it’s the easiest way there is.

I’ve been reading headphone reviews as I’m planning to buy one. You see, I figure facing the laptop for a mean 8 hours (an hour for lunch/dinner) could really strip one’s energy, not to mention mentally draining. It would be nice to have headphones at work to listen to some music. I’m not really a fan of the earbuds type. Like my bangles, I prefer the chunky full size headphones. Hmmm Skullcandy or CrystalRoc Sennheiser?

A friend asked if she can borrow my wedding gown. I agreed but was curious who needs it and why. Her cousin will be using it for her creative shot of her grad pictorial. Not bad. She better makes sure though that the boyfriend doesn’t sees her in that, or she might scare him off. Hahaha.

So earlier this week, I checked my gown’s condition. I was surprised to see 13 gold coins in the box. They were our unity coins, which I never got to remember I left it there supposedly for the mean time. Surprisingly, the coins are still clean and shiny. But the gown isn’t. U-oh.

I am reading about Blue Cross Blue Shield NC trying to figure out which plan would fit our needs and budget. But I realize I’m not even sure why I was planning a life in NC when our family lifestyle may be a match to that of in NJ.

Well, only because the husband has relatives in NJ. But if I care much about cleaner air and the seasons (oh I love countries with four seasons because there’s so much to take pictures of! hahaha), I’d pick North Carolina.

Ok, fine, let’s settle with NY.

I’m not sure if it was just the kitchen lighting but our daughter seems to look a bit fairer in the morning. Not that it’s important. In fact, I’m excited to migrate to a country where tan is hot. Still, I prefer to take pictures of her in the morning. I’m a no-flash-please type of person.

Honestly, when I was younger I like to have fairer skin but I think just 6 years ago (talk about late bloomer) that I realized I like my skin tone. I even want to have a little more tan, except for my face which is oddly darker than my arms and legs. But of course, I still wish for smaller pores.

That’s the huge difference between me and my daughter. Her face is much fairer than the rest of her body. Again, not that it’s important. I just want her to accept herself as she is… early in life.