To Deactivate on Facebook or Not

Last week, I privately warned my Mum, MIL, and some other close pals that they may not be able to see my updates on Facebook anymore once I get my account deactivated.

I didn’t mean to sound melodramatic but I have my solid reasons. They were probably unhappy; but when they learned of the primary reason why I planned of temporarily quitting Facebook, I was relieved that they clearly understood where I was coming from.

However, my husband strongly disagreed and did his best to convince me to reconsider.

“You can’t cut off your ties from people just like that.”

He knew how I love going on Facebook; he’s been very supportive especially when I share stuff about Jamie. He wants my family back home to keep track of Jamie’s progress by posting regular updates. He didn’t want them to miss out on anything about Jamie.

He further quipped that I can well manage or curtail my Facebook usage by doing the following:

1. Log-out from my Facebook account when I feel the need to be productive;
2. Do things according to my schedule;
3. Do not be tempted to log back in until I am done with my “tasks”;
4. Facebook in moderation; Facebooking during my most idle moments, i.e on the train (Read: I am actually on the train while drafting this post).
5. Do NOT deactivate.

I was surprised how he strongly feels about me shunning off my Facebook presence. He is on Facebook alright but he isn’t a Facebooker like I am, if you know what I mean.

When he threw in these inputs altogether for me to seriously reconsider my options, it made me struggle all the more on whether or not to completely deactivate Facebook. Knowing myself being too hooked on FB, it’s going to be too difficult in practice and execution. Facebook has become too accessible and made things at its easiest so it became an easy addiction; it is habit-forming. And yes! I can do Facebook anytime, anywhere!

Last night, I posted my dilemma on my Facebook wall, where else? Lol!

My Facebook shout
My Facebook shout

One of them may not have taken it seriously thus the laugh icon. But it came as no surprise to me at all when virtual pals echoed similar thoughts as that of my husband.

From one of the most respected blogger I look up to.
From one of the most respected blogger I look up to.
Honestly, it made me rethink my options
Honestly, it made me rethink my options
From my girlfriends 😘
From my girlfriends 😘
One more girlfriend ❀️
One more girlfriend ❀️

I am with most of you, if not all. There are a lot of great and amazing things on Facebook; it has become a phenomenon. As a matter of fact, the 16th President of the Philippine Republic attributed its overwhelming landslide victory to the social media platforms. I find it brilliant that his campaign strategists were able to employ and maximize social media to his advantage.

But this is not all about His Excellency. This is just about me- an ordinary wife and a working Mummy who’d like to juggle things in between. My intent is to basically experiment if I am capable of doing greater things if most of my time is spent away from Facebook. This is going to be a huge challenge.

So Why Am I still on Facebook?

Honestly, I still wrestle with this question as of this writing. Without a shadow of a doubt, Facebook has served me well and good for the last couple years especially when I migrated to Australia almost four years ago. It is extremely useful and has exceptionally done wonders in keeping me connected with family and friends; making me feel like I haven’t been away at all for that amount of time.

I am awkwardly aware that about a quarter in my contacts I have yet to meet in person. I have befriended them from the blogs and the relationship has evolved and blossomed over the years. We get to interact at Facebook on a regular basis regardless how irregular we publish updates on our blogs. I may not get the chance to meet them face-to-face and that is alright but who knows? I am not shutting my doors for any “eyeball” possibilities.

My Personal Take

After a much longer and deeper contemplation, I decided to keep my account for the time being. It is a given that Facebook is a “necessary evil” in the digital world and I am more encouraged to use it to my advantage. It is an engagement tool and I will make it work for me and NOT me working for Facebook. I am going to challenge myself to utilise it wisely and be more fruitful with my time. I won’t allow Facebook to steal and waste it when I need to do bigger and more important things. Thus, less time spent in posting statuses, uploading photos, etc.

Don’t get me wrong. Facebook is NOT the end-all and be-all platform. Please do away from this mentality:

“If something happens and you don’t put it on Facebook, did it ever happen?”

For my friends and family who’s interested to know some updates about me, I am hoping you’d take time to visit the links to my blogs as I will be publishing extensive updates from here at least once a week.

Just like the old blogging days.

I hope to win and get back with a pretty much organised and arranged schedule doing many things better than going with silly unimportant stuff on my Facebook Newsfeed.

Why I Chose to Take the High Road Even When I Want to be Nasty

align boxBlog Owner and Post Author: Lainy

I remember my immature self who would easily succumb to emotions. I tend to lash out easily; I would almost immediately express my anger in haste especially when I am intentionally provoked or when a person has been a complete a**hole or a bit*ch. The swift response would be to seek revenge and wish for retribution to the other party.

However, as time passed me by, I can say that I have learned to pick my battles wisely. Taking the high road by walking away is not at all times cowardice.

I could cite a few examples if only to clearly emphasize my point.

After giving birth to my son, I was under observation in the hospital. Because of some issues, which I would later relate in my birth story, I was given a private room and my husband was allowed to stay the night. However, there was one midwife in Blacktown Hospital who did not exercise prudence and tact; and they wonder why a lot of women hurdle postnatal depression.

In her line of profession, she was expected to deliver care, support, and comfort. Boy, was I wrong! I was raising my expectations too high.

Recalling what transpired that night, she sent my husband home. She harshly said that if the hospital would catch fire, he will add up to the number of people who will need rescuing. To make things clear, my husband was given clearance and approval by hospital administrators and doctors to be with me to assist in speeding up my recovery emotionally. He was meant to stay the night the entire duration of my confinement in the hospital.

To make the long story brief, I tearfully confronted her and emphasized that my husband was allowed to be with me for a solid reason and because of what she did, she was not helping me at all. She confessed that she failed to read the notes in my medical chart. She never apologised.

The next day, the hospital Manager came in to see me and I discussed with her what took place the previous night. She encouraged me to lodge a complaint. Apparently, the midwife was technically on the wrong. By impulse, I would like to raise hell and I wanted to gratify myself by proving that she did me wrong.

However, I never got the chance to write an extensive complaint on the issue. For one thing, I was thinking ahead that she might lose her job had I pursued the matter. What if she has children? What’s going to happen to them? I am now a mother and I could certainly walk in her shoes. For another, my resolve changed each time I look at my son and nurse him. I do not need all these kind of crap because I never want to agitate my son. I always tried my best to be calm and collected around him. Pursuing the matter would have brought out the worst in me. I chose not to for my son’s sake. It was not easy to walk away without a fight but I chose to totally drop the issue.

If only to add more value on this post, some may feel unhappy with other people’s happiness. My husband and I’s happiness to be precise. To be eaten up by so much insecurity and bitterness is pathetic. To spread ugly lies and gossips about me and screwing me over behind my back is sheer evil. There could be valid reasons that prompted a person to act in such silly, inappropriate, and bitchy ways but there is never an excuse for such despicable acts. It is beyond me how I found the heart to initiate the move to break the ice after all the misleading and false accusations that were hurled at me. My dignity was better served by turning the other cheek.

I could have shared a whole lot more in grotesque detail but I will spare you with the ugliness of it all.

Ultimately, I realized that taking the high road is worth my personal happiness and peace of mind:

1. Revenge is clearly a waste of time and energy. To be consumed by getting even to someone who wronged me is not worth it. I can’t be obsessed by getting back at a person because life is too beautiful to be wasted on crap.

2. I won’t humiliate myself by stooping down to the level of others. I want to preserve my sense of pride and dignity by not allowing my life to be wrapped up in complete misery, anger, hatred, and grudges.

3. I have far more better and important things to worry about. I can’t focus on the trivial issues. I have an awesome husband and an adorable son- that’s all that matters to me.

4. In the long run, choosing not to lose my cool made the other party look awful. Being the ugly villain in this saga doesn’t sound nice, right? πŸ˜‰

5. Haters will always gonna hate. I can’t do anything about that. But I was given the opportunity to look down on them the minute I chose to take the high road. From my tower of maturity, I saw what kind of people they truly are.

I must admit that walking away with grace is not an easy path to take. I am not that innocent with all the wicked thoughts that’s going on in my head. I am still a work in progress everyday.

I have to give due credit to my husband who helped me pacify my emotions by always reminding me:

“If you retaliate, then you will be just like them.”

He has not failed in reminding me to always try to ignore the taunts and provocations and not to sink to their level.

Now as I look back, I am glad I opted to take the high road.

Walk a Mile in my Shoes

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I have previously published A Commuter’s Lament to express the pros and cons of taking public transportation to and from work.

I once mentioned HERE that we moved to a new work location which ultimately is more accessible and convenient for me. There’s no more need for me to take a bus.

Sweet! :-)

The new office building is accessible by foot from the train station. It takes a nice 10-minute walk along a park.

This time, please permit me to invite you to literally walk a mile in my shoes. Be prepared to be inundated with pictures πŸ˜‰

Stairway to work
Stairway to work

I have formed a habit of counting each step I take on the staircase to and from work. I walk up and down a massive 100 steps- one way!

More steps my way
More steps my way

It is a fair bit of a consolation that I take in the lovely view of this park in between each walks.

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My work building
Finally, my work building

I was optimistic to lose some of the pregnancy weight in the initial weeks back at work. But unfortunately, it did not materialize. My mother spoiled me by preparing in between snacks and big meals for lunch.

I guess losing unwanted pounds will have to wait until she goes back to the Philippines. What a good excuse for bingeing. LOL!

I'm Officially Back to the Workforce

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I’m officially back to the workforce today. I had to be strong; hence it is imperative to implement basic mind control. It took a lot of will power and mind conditioning to be able to wipe out all uncertainties.

And why not? I have been on Parental Leave for nearly half a year.

After I gave birth, I have been the primary carer of my newborn. While it is true that I got massive help from my own mother, I made sure that my baby was primarily looked after by me. Time spent with my son was all too precious.

It’s understandable that I had a heavy heart going back to work. I did not just wake up and felt all too excited to go back to work. It was actually a mixture of conflicted emotions.

When I became a mother, I knew that there can never be a more challenging role than being a Mum. But like most Mums, I need to do what ought to be done. Going back to work is what’s best for our little family.

It hugely helped me that some friends remembered how this transition could be so important for me and our family. Ate J of Juliana’s Lair was thinking about me and remembered to send her goodluck wishes and some gentle nudge of support and encouragement.

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A very good friend of mine here in Sydney also remembered to ask how’s my first day back to work.

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My schedule had been hectic prior to today. I had to keep up with Doctors’ appointments, errands, and doing some paper works relating to my job. We merged into one big company and moved to a newer and bigger building, thus, the People and Culture Manager required me to sign some paper works.

We moved to this building while I was on Parental Leave
We moved to this building while I was on Parental Leave

I was reading carefully through each page. These are demanded of me at the work place:

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I personally never believed that I have met all these qualifications as I am still a work in progress everyday. I have to thank my Manager though for putting his trust in me and for believing in my potentials.

One of the co-worker’s daughter gave me this as a welcome present:

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Sweet!

I was only mostly getting my head around on my first day back to work. No stress.

As a matter of fact, I was still able to play with my son as soon as I arrived home, helped my Mum prepare dinner, fed my son, changed his nappy, took a shower, prepared our lunches for the next day, prepared my work clothes, and drafted this blogpost. It would be an entirely different story though when my Mum goes back to the Philippines but by then, we would have slowly adjusted to our daily new routines.

This transition to be a working mother is all about organization and creating a balance in our daily routines.

I shall update you with more of my progress later.

Thank you for sticking!

Drawing Blood Gone Wrong

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Apart from the feeding-nappy change-settling-bathing kind of day, I have been quite busy keeping up with Medical Doctors’ appointments for my little babe and I.

One of the important appointments I’ve had was the renal angiogram. I recalled going through this process while I was still in the Philippines so many years back. It is a very crucial test; I had to sign a waiver of consent to the procedure. This test was requested by my cardiologist. He wanted to make sure that my hypertension is primarily genetics and is not caused by a kidney malfunction. It made sense.

One of the initial procedures is to draw blood from my veins. This is a no-brainer for people in the medical field who has mastered the art of extracting blood with very tiny veins. That is the case for me. Most of them finds it too hard to do so. There were instances when I had to be poked twice- the worse was five times after I gave birth (Read: I was traumatised!), others opted to extract from my hand where the veins are more prominent (Read: double the pain for this), and worst of all was when I was referred to another pathology clinic because the lady was unsuccessful to extract the blood out of me.

It sucks, right?

It’s aplenty of unpleasant experiences but I had no other recourse but to submit to yet another one to have my kidneys checked.

It was painful! I lost count on how many times the lady stuck the needle straight on both my forearms! She ended up using the ultrasound to locate my veins. I knew it wasn’t gonna be easy.

I was aware something was wrong as soon as I walked out of the imaging centre. I felt the excruciating pain on my right arm. When I checked, I had never seen hematoma so bad from a blood draw!

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It’s horrible! It looked as though I was violently manhandled! The swelling was mostly gone after two weeks but it was still sore to the touch. It took more than a month for the bruises to completely heal. I had trouble carrying my son on my right arm the whole time! And I am right-handed!

I wish to never go through the same ordeal in the future.

A Time and Place for Everything

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I was having second thoughts on going public about my Pregnancy Journey and Birthing Story. I was in contemplation for quite some time. As a matter of fact, my firstborn is now nearly four months old!

I feel like it’s far too much information. While I sit and think hard about it, I rationalized to completely move forward.

I now bear a rather different stance when publicly sharing my affairs. While the internet is not the safest place to be, I still can go personal but I’d exercise prudence and tact. I’d be more cautious, too.

Besides, my blogs are now dead and nobody couldn’t even care less! LOL!

I am not going back on my word. I shall remain to be transparent. As I have once said and if I may just quote:

I realized that the more open and transparent I remained, the more I find true friends who truly supported me in my ordeal and who reassured me that I have their backs no matter what. I am now at a place where I chose to share some of my life’s struggles, downfalls, pains, joys, and blessings without feeling shame and fear of judgments because I have learned that our lives should be a living testimony and it is always for God’s greater glory.

By saying that, I shall resume documenting bits and pieces of my journey at my first blog, A Sojourner’s Saga.

Fret not.

I won’t inundate my blogs with everything personal. I should know when to make a pause or to completely call a halt to what is being said.

Indeed, there is a time and place for everything and it will remain that way.

Where Do I Begin?

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It does sound like a title of an oldie but goodie song. But it is not all about the song.

It is about me as a blogger and my slack countenance across my blogs. There has been a lot of things going on and I simply do not know where to start. This is not another lame excuse. It is a stated fact.

Gone were the days when all my thoughts and energy are supremely focused on my blogs. That was then.

This is the “now.” My priorities had a 360 degree turn.

Motherhood is such an overwhelming role. I took on that huge responsibility since I gave birth to my first born.

I am hoping that this post is a good sign that I could have my normal rhythm back in no time.

Why I Chose to Be Positive and Write Only About the Good Things

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It is quite baffling the things people feel they have a right to say. Free speech and right to an opinion are nifty and dandy. However, it has become a cheap commodity. But do people have to be so classless while exercising their rights?

Apparently so, at least on Social Media especially on Facebook and Twitter. There are some people who litter negativity around and wonder why they have got a trashy life.

My mantra had always been this:

I will never wash my dirty linen in public.

If you are a blogger and have known me since I started out to blog in 2007, you would have known by now that I speak without fear, bias, or inhibitions. I strongly speak out my mind on issues. As a matter of fact, a nemesis I am by those who can’t handle how I wielded my tongue.

However, I had slowly learned to filter out what I write on my blogs as things had considerably altered my perception on wearing my heart on my sleeves and giving too much information (TMI) to readers when I became the subject of insults and bashings in 2010. Two years later, the culprit sought my forgiveness and whether it was sincere or not, it did not really matter. I knew myself more than anyone else.

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When they dissected me like a laboratory specimen hurling false accusations and derogatory remarks against my person, they were hurting and degrading themselves even more rather than myself.

This ugly incident taught me a hard lesson. It occurred to me that you can never please everyone; by blogging honestly from the heart, you can either get genuine friends or mortal nemesis.

It is no different when blogging was on a wane with the rise of fame and glory of Facebook. This platform had made it so much easier and convenient for bloggers like me to get in touch with family and friends by posting short statuses instantly without having to log in to my blogs’ dashboards and blogging about things lengthily and comprehensively.

Presumably, my real friends and family would be interested to get updated with things about me. However, it is for a fact that NOT ALL in my friends’ list do care and bother about what I do- my little triumphs and painful struggles; how happy and excited I get on trivial, minute things; how my heart melts at the little sweet things that my husband does for me, and etc.

With the happy and positive things I get to share on my Facebook timeline or across my blogs, you might get the impression that I live a “perfect” life. Truth be told, just like anyone else’s, I also live a very flawed and imperfect life.

I lose my temper the same way my husband does, we experience trials and tribulations just like any other couple, we have our petty and not-so-petty arguments and fights, and we encounter almost everything that any other married couples face.

But you do not really need to know about all of these rubbish because I want to only imbibe positivity, love, and happiness.

Like you and everyone else, I have my own garbage but I chose to dwell on the good things rather than the bad. At the end of the day, I am still blessed in more ways than I ever deserved. I can only recount my blessings and never my failures, frustrations, and disappointments.

I do not want my angst and complaints about anything bad or gloomy in my life to be another piece of gossip to blabber about. My issues and dramas are my own to resolve; I’d rather spare you with the ugly details.

That is the primary reason why you will never get me to publish anything ugly on my Facebook or my blogs. I chose to be positive and happy despite all the negativities and toxicities that are happening around me.

My imperfections and flaws need not be dissected and judged by you. It is up between me and my Maker.

Of course, not everyone is going to agree with me- that is so fine. While we all value free speech and that we are all entitled to our own opinions, I believe with strong conviction that there is a time and place for everything. Once it’s out there in the world wide web, there is no taking it back. We may feel mighty and untouchable with the freedom to express behind our computers but more often than not, some things are better left unsaid.

Now tell me, does that make me a hypocrite and a fake?

God Has Blessed My Life More Than I Ever Deserved

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Three years ago, I wrote an attempt to chronicle my life just a few days before my 25th birthday – A Countdown to My “25th.” This time, while I was struggling to come up with a decent article, I was debating on whether or not it is appropriate to write down one as I felt I am again wearing my heart in my sleeves. However, I could not anymore be bothered.

I am not gonna lie.

It seems crazy how things had drastically changed for me in such short a time. In a sudden twist of fate, my perspectives towards life had altered accordingly.

As can be recalled, I was then a dreamy girl who knew nothing of a love greater than the love that a family can give.

Most women have this earth-shattering desire for independence in all aspects of their lives. I can only speak for myself as I walked that path when I moved out of my Mom’s home and tried to live on my own. I felt too grown up. Growing up is happening much too quickly. I asked: “Where did the time go?” I was more intrigued to have the world around my fingers and I couldn’t wait! Read: Because the Baby is Now a Lady

In the process, I broke my mother’s heart with the move. She had a hard time accepting the fact that after being sheltered for almost my entire life, I am all suddenly too grown up wanting to live on my own; in my own terms. Read: BREAKING NEWS: My Mom Finally Visited Me!

I painted a glorious picture of how incredibly cool it would be like to live independently. Admittedly, there were good and bad sides to it. Read: All By Myself and I am Loving It!

Our family gatherings became more frequent; it was a weekly affair. And how we so looked forward to it! I guess the cliche, “Absence makes the heart grow fonder” holds true.

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In many instances, my family would always bring me food at my apartment so I no longer had to cook.

On another side of the token, not one family member could instantly come to my rescue whenever I felt sick. It was hard to fend for myself.

I could not help but think of the future and I dearly remembered my Aunt (May God bless her soul) who had lost her battle to cancer in 2012.

My Tita after a surgery at my brother's wedding
My Tita after a surgery at my brother’s wedding

She shared to me that it was not easy sans a family of her own- no husband, no children. She had countless lonely days and nights. She died a spinster. She encouraged me to get married and bear children of my own. In her death bed, the wise sage that is my Aunt told me:

“Please do not forget helping out your younger brothers even when you are already married.”

I could only weep; I had grieved for the loss of a woman who was more than a sister to my own Mom and who was always willing to lend a helping hand to anyone in the clan.

At the burial of my Tita
At the burial of my Tita

I saw how my mother was shattered into pieces twice as much as I did.

My Mom while weeping at the funeral
My Mom while weeping at the funeral

As I write this, I am now a happy wife and an excited mother-to-be. Someone made me his world; he did not mind the scary responsibility of building a family with me and he willingly consented to my being mother to his future children. I still strive to be a better woman playing various roles and that includes being a β€œwife” and a future β€œmother.” I am still a work in progress everyday. Read: We Prayed, He Answered: We Are Pregnant!

That "someone" is now my loving husband
That “someone” is now my loving husband

As I am feeling the flutters and tingling sensation in my belly for our baby’s tiny movements, I can now vividly imagine being responsible for the future and well-being of a beautiful, innocent, all-love, trusting little child that is my own. I look forward for the future with so much hope and optimism that everything will be in place according to God’s plans.

Bump ahead!
Bump ahead!

I distinctly recalled that before getting hitched, I have lived a full and carefree life. I have traveled to different places, enjoyed the company of my lovely friends and beautiful family, and I got the chance to enhance my personal and professional skills.

How can I forget becoming an Aunt for the first time to my little darling Morning Dew?!

My little Darling Morning Dew
My little Darling Morning Dew

I grieved for the loss of my friends and relatives and rejoiced in their triumphs and achievements, too.

I have often cried in silence regarding anything minute and trivial- from lost money, phones, frustrations, disappointments, and “losing” a bestfriend.

There are still heaps of sob stories to tell that’s enough to make life horribly bleak but I shall spare you with the details.

God’s promises to His faithful children are real. Despite life’s storms and struggles, I felt victorious because I completely understand that God is working all things out for the good and His purpose for my life. He had always been aware of the painful trials that I had to go through. He walked side by side with me. When my heart is ready, I shall be writing more about it. He has a divine eternal reason for each and everything that I had to endure. He has a timing for it all and it is all part of the perfect plan.

With all humility and gratefulness, all the honor, glory, and praises is to God. He has blessed my life more than I ever deserved. There are moments when I feel I do not deserve one tiny bit of the wonderful things that I had been given- a new lease to life as I celebrate another birthday; a loving family in the Philippines and in Sydney; an awesome and wonderful husband; a baby on the way; wonderful friends, and so much more! I could only count each and every blessing that God is bestowing upon me and He is incessantly doing so.

Life is a gift and tomorrow is never promised. I vow to make the most out of this gift- 25 years old forever I will be! I am so ready to take on the new role that I am about to play in a few months time. There will be hills and hurdles along the way but God’s love and mercy will always pull me through.

Indeed, life is worth living!

New Toy, Renewed Joy

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So yeah, I have previously emphasized that I Am Still Here yet I am nowhere to be found. Again, pardon the millions of lame excuses. It’s just never-ending. It’s now almost my bed time- 30 minutes before I officially hit the sack to be specific. But because I just had to do what I ought to do, I took the time to sit in front of my desk and type away some crap.

Oh no! Not again! :roll:

I can’t help but let out a chuckle while trying to compose a decent article πŸ˜€ It has been a while since I blogged with so much ease and breeze. At least this time my laptop did not suddenly die on me. Mind you, it does not “literally” die on me. The battery is still working perfectly fine but the viruses that infested my precious toy is just too much for me to handle. And I refused to buy a trusty virus software. So why not just get a new toy instead? πŸ˜‰ What a way to validate that, right? LOL! πŸ˜†

The decision to buy a new one came rather easy. Well, it’s actually long overdue. The long-awaited delivery came almost a month after we placed the order. I must say it’s well worth the wait.

My work email is connected to my mobile phone. So even when I called in sick the other day when these Imacs were delivered, I instantly got the notification via my mobile.

Purchase Officer: 2 apples by your desk :-)

I knew then what he meant so I hurriedly informed my husband about it. However, he wanted to confirm those were indeed the Apples that we ordered and not just “apples”- the round forbidden fruit that Eve used to tempt Adam to damnation. πŸ˜† What a way to thwart our excitement!

So when I went back to work yesterday, I had it confirmed right away that “Apples” meant our Imacs.

Imacs delivered at work
Imacs delivered at work

Just so you know, this post is my first ever publication using my 15-inch MacBook Pro with retina display. It can never be sweeter than this! This is actually a present to myself for going to work and working exceptionally hard at that. Hahaha! πŸ˜†

My new precious toy
My new precious toy
Sweet and Sleek  ;-)
Sweet and Sleek 8)

I have got some story to tell about this gift. Let me begin by saying that my Prince initially wanted to buy it for me as a present last December. However, I stopped him and insisted that I don’t need one just yet. Apart from December being a very expensive month for us, I felt a back massager was all that I needed and indeed, it was more than enough.

It turned out that our end choice was our best choice. It was a good thing that we held off the purchase. It is a known fact that I work for a IT company that provides IT Procurement, Managed Services, Advanced Infrastructure, Networks and Security, Talent Management and Recruitment. Taking that into account, I told my Prince that if and when we decide to purchase a new gadget, it’s gonna be nowhere else but at my workplace. And when husbands listen to their wives, they will reap the benefits. Hahaha! πŸ˜† Seriously, we could never find anywhere else a far better deal than we ever got- 20% off on both items! That’s an extremely great deal for our iMacs! Unbeatable!

20% off for orders places before the end of May
20% off for orders placed before the end of May

For being a wonderful and amazing husband, my Prince deserves a 27-inch Imac. He actually deserves more than that but for the love of music and movies, this is simply the perfect present for him.

27-inch Imac
27-inch Imac

May these presents be the end of our ceaseless complaints and whining on the annoying virus and malware attacks.

I hope to regain some blogging inspiration and revive that passion, energy, and zest once more.

So help me God!