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  “Spendthrift” is my mom’s mantra for how she handles money. As soon as she started giving me monetary money when I was in 6th grade, she would tell me not to spend everything, especially on the things that I do not need. Thanks to my mom, I learned how to save in a piggy bank early on. But as I grow up, things change. I learned that to live a decent life, we need to work hard for the life that we want. But being a nurse in my country, the salary is not enough to feed our family let alone live a comfortable life. I have three children and pets at home. To sustain all our needs, I need to find ways how to earn in addition to what my husband is earning. I started to find ways how to earn passive income and a steady stream of income. Growing up, I know that once you graduate from college and earn a degree, you can earn a living. But there was a shift of mindset when I was exposed to the power of social media. Admittedly, it helped me open doors to many opportunities including learning di

Labor Day Mishaps

It's May already and it's mother's day month! Last labor day I went to meet a friend at MOA with my little boy. I'm glad that he wasn't that cranky to come with me to meet his godmother.

First day of the month isn't so good because J and I had a fight. I was giving him cold shoulders because I was really disappointed. To cut it short, we argued like we were high school kids. When there was already silence in the room and I was crying, LJ went out of the CR after finishing his bath and saw me sad. He immediately asked, "Mama, sad?" I couldn't lie to the little boy and I said yes. Tears were welling my eyes and falling from my cheeks again. He wasn't even dressed up, sat beside me and was trying to calm me and kept telling me to stop crying. He was busy looking for my cellphone thinking that it would make me a little relieved and happy. He went to his dad and told him, "Papa, talk." He meant to talk to me and somehow change my mood. He went back and forth to me and his papa and he stroked my face and my head and was trying to calm me. I felt so loved that time by my son. I can feel the sincerity of how he wanted me to be happy that time. That made me cry even more. 


After moments of our silence and my crying, I remembered what Mommy Fleur said here, "ang pride parang panty lang yan, pag di mo binaba walang mangyayari." Then, I tried to calm J and was doting him. My point in my argument was not be right but for him to know what made me feel disappointed and somehow not to have the same conversation again. A mature person is the one who faces all the consequences of his actions not walking away from it. "What you don't know won't hurt you" doesn't apply to me. 

Good that we slept the night off setting aside the arguments and we were both laughing of what happend. We get to see the soft side of our son and was really surprised of his love for his parents at a young age. 

Let me share with you these wonderful thoughts.

There is nothing wrong in accepting your faults and saying sorry. It helps to unburden yourself from too much pain in your heart. 



Well said. Sometimes pride is always the culprit in destroying relationships. 


A couple should work on having a better relationship rather than walking away from it.

How was your Labor Day?






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