Saccharine Irony

This site is a compilation of fluid thoughts, a collection of poetry, random glimpses of humor and tragedy, spontaneous notions of an extremely sensitive mind.

Officially an Aunt… Almost January 14, 2011

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Anytime now, I’ll officially be an Auntie. In a few hours Rigaux/Rigo Matteo (I vote for Rigo, though my brother is all for the more complicated, French Rigaux), my younger brother’s firstborn will be greeting this world all pink-faced and slimy. Not that I’ll be around during the delivery, but you know how new born babies are when they gasp for air for the very first time: faces all crunched up, fists closed tightly, their toothless mouths a gaping hole. At least that’s how I see them on TV and in pictures and on YouTube.

But I bet Matteo is going to be really, really, handsome. And smart. And charming. And a future heart breaker. (See, I’m taking this “Auntie” role very, very seriously.) I can’t wait to read stories to him, show him his first constellation, or give him my first lecture on how to treat girls properly. And how to break their hearts ever so gently, smartly, so that they end up thanking him in the end.

For Matteo, my love, I have these wishes for you:

1. That you will be blessed with excellent health and grow up to be a smart, precocious little boy.

2. That you will choose a sport and strive to be good at it.

3. That you will be excellent both in Math and in English.

4. That you will love books.

5. That you will follow your heart and your dreams and your happiness.

6. That you will respect and love your Mom and Dad at all times.

7. That you will be a responsible, loving sibling, son, friend, boyfriend, husband, citizen, colleague, team player.

8. That you will allow your Auntie Ai and Auntie Tics to spoil you, without making you rotten.

9. That you will know God and understand your faith and discover that in the end, only love and kindness really matter.

I love you, Matteo. I hope WordPress will still be around 18 or 20 years from now so you can read this post, written on the eve of your birthday.


Happy birthday, sweetie.



My brother has decided on Rigaux. Oh, well. The parent always gets to have the last say. :-p


Proud of her Faith, Proud to be a Christian December 22, 2010

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On that note, Merry Christmas everyone!

May we always remember the child who was born in a manger in Bethlehem, who grew up to preach us about love, peace and forgiveness, and gave the world salvation.


May your Holidays be filled with love, laughter, and peace of heart. 🙂


Oktoberfest, Honeymoon Babies, and Gratitude! October 20, 2010

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So, October is really my month! September was all about hibernation and domesticity- baking, reading, DVD marathons, and other slow-paced stuffs- but for this month, the chaos is back! Girlfriends have been ringing me left and right, am back to my old shopaholic self (yeah, but smarter this time. :p), and there’s a birthday  party by the last weekend that need a little bit of planning. *wink*

It’s a good thing I have a weekend of respite for this month, which I will be devoting entirely to my spirituality and faith, and this will be on the weekend before my birthday weekend. I could not ask for more; this has got to be one of the best birthdays ever. Well, except that my heart is still lonely in some places. But we’ll get to that later. For now, life has been looking up, and my heart could definitely burst out in gratitude. It’s definitely far from a perfect story – the protagonist can be klutzy and emotional sometimes and the happy ending is not anywhere visible on the horizon, yet- but the story is moving forward, and that’s all that matters. For now.


An interesting trivia: Honeymoon babies are real. My parents married on the 30th of January and exactly nine months later, on the 30th of October, 28 years ago, this honeymoon baby greeted the world in small piercing screams. Yeah, just saying. 😀


Carrot Pineapple Muffins and Some Lovin’ September 21, 2010

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So today I gave in to some baking frenzy and hit the kitchen just after lunch. The recipe on the agenda: carrot pineapple muffins. I baked a carrot pineapple loaf cake as well, but I just couldn’t resist using those yummy-colored muffin liners I have sitting inside some drawer, so I decided to bake some muffins too. Well, they came out perfect, in all their orange-tinged glory, with the pineapple giving them a palpable sweetness that’s full to the bite.

muffins! now, some coffee please!

Got this recipe from my baking class last year, which essentially just consists of flour, sugar, eggs, butter, shredded carrots, crushed pineapple, baking soda and baking powder. And I added a dash of salt as well, a teaspoon of vanilla, and then lots of love. The last ingredient I think is very, very important. You can’t make a cookie, a cupcake, or a muffin come out perfect without some lovin’. 🙂

Next on the baking frenzy list, perhaps a week from now, are some sweet rolls, which I’ll be making with one-part all purpose flour and one part cake flour, mixed in with generous amounts of milk and topped with pats of butter and lotsa cheese. I can almost smell the rolls just by talking about them! I cannot wait for breakfast tomorrow. And some muffins and coffee and conversations with family.

It’s just Tuesday but why do I feel like it’s already the weekend? 🙂


One of the Toughest Jobs on the Planet September 14, 2010

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Angel Lavigne at 6 months. Those chubby arms!

Here with Snowglobe, which she fondly calls Bear-Bear 🙂


is babysitting a one-year-old!

Especially a headstrong one-year-old who likes to rearrange furniture, play with porcelain, and linger in the kitchen wanting to pry the fridge open and play with the gas range oven! Angel Lavigne, who is my first cousin’s baby, and her Mom will be staying with us for a while, at least until they find an apartment to rent within the city. My cousin is currently working overseas and won’t be home until November.

The little rascal is cute as a button, but she has a temper, and a ferocious one at that! I don’t know where she got the idea, but when she doesn’t get her way, she throws a fit and grabs her Mama’s hair as a sign of defiance. It exasperates me to no end, the fact that she’s learned to pull hair at the age of one, but well maybe, some kids are brats, just because.

However, however, she can be the sweetest toddler when in the mood. She loves to smile and giggle, and she has these dimpled cheeks, soft as a dough, which you’d want to knead in your hands over and over again. She loves to sing with me and play with oil pastels, doodling at the back of the pages of an old calendar. She’s a pretty smart kid, too, and she finds it easy to remember names – babble, slurred speech, and all.

Still, babysitting is a royal pain in the a$$. I love kids, but really, what are you supposed to do when they start climbing tables and then throw a wailing fit when you scoop them down? Or when they like to play with the expensive vase on the center table or wreck your article because they mistake the PC keyboard for a piano keyboard? I can only hope that by the time I have my own little rascal, I will have known what to do. 🙂

But really, how do all the moms and babysitters in the world seem to do it all so effortlessly?

Bless them, bless them. :p


Stressful Week! Get Well Soon Mama! August 26, 2010

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Kristin Hansen Lagattuta/UC Davis drawing

Just when I thought this week would involve nothing but work and celebrations, I ended up spending a better part of it at the Capitol University Medical Center, after Mom got confined last Wednesday for hypertension. Now that was some scare. The jokes life sometimes plays on us are anything but hilarious. Staying at the ER for hours because her blood pressure would not stabilize was  like being trapped in a loony bin for days. Screaming here and screaming there. One patient was writhing in pain due to gall stones and another one was screaming his lungs out for heaven-knows-what. And the ambulance transport was one of the most hellish rides ever, both figuratively and literally, as they did not have air-conditioning. So much for rising blood pressures!

I was off work for two days now, and probably will be off work tomorrow as well, which is a Friday, and here’s me hoping and praying that we’ll be home by then. I still cannot stand hospitals and emergency room dramas, even one as luxurious as the CUMC, and I absolutely hate coming home to an empty house during the evenings, when my sister would sit in for me at the hospital so I could get a good night’s rest for an entire daughterly duty the day after.

Today I spent the entire day at the hospital, watching television, reading, assisting Mom with her meals and other personal stuff, running errands, receiving visitors, and gazing out the window where I could see an expanse of blue sky and clouds, later turning gray, wishing I were someplace else. Then it occurred to me that not all days turn out to be sunny, no matter how much we want them to be all dappled in sunlight and smelling of roses, so I guess I should not complain.

I just wish we were back home. I wish I’ll never see Mom in that hospital bed ever again, at least not for a very long time, and I wish I could see her busying herself in the garden again or tinkering with anything in the kitchen. And these days, of all days, I wish I had someone who would hold my hand and give me tight hugs, assuring me everything was going to be alright, someone who would crack jokes just when my eyes would begin to glaze over with tears, and tell me that I don’t look exactly pretty when I cry.

Today of all days, I missed being someone’s princess. But hey, princesses often get spoiled, and I don’t want to be a rotten fruit ever again. If I could find someone who can tame me without spoiling me then I’d gladly hand my independence over. Sometimes I wish it was anywhere between 2004 to 2008 all over again, those four years when I had everything I could have ever wanted, only I was too foolish and too arrogant not to choose what really mattered. And yeah, I allowed myself to get really rotten, that’s how stupid I was. 🙂

The one thing I hate about getting a really good scare is that it’s easy to turn mushy and sentimental all of a sudden, realizing how flimsy life can be, and for all its fleeting glory, sometimes, it’s not always about what you do with life that matters. “Sometimes, it’s also about who you’re with when you’re doing it.”

Not that I hate being independent and all. It’s just that it’s nice to let your guard down for once, and show the world how soft and small and vulnerable your heart really is, most sunless days.


Of Wedding Hopes and Dreams August 20, 2010

Filed under: Events,Love,Saccharine thoughts — Aimee @ 7:44 am
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photo credits to Armand Ansaldo and Marty Bryan of Ansaldo Photography

This is a bird’s eye view on the breathtaking ornate altar of the Sts. Peter and Paul Church in Ormoc City the morning of June 25, 2010 when my brother got hitched to his long-time girlfriend, Carla. The long church aisle was dotted with yellow and red flowers – red roses, yellow mums and daisies, green ferns. There were also lighted candles hanging from gold-painted iron flower stands. The choir was lovely, and even lovelier was the fact that they were able to perform an amazing rendition of Chantal Kreviazuk’s Feels Like Home for the bridal march.

Someday I would love to have my own beautiful wedding, but I want more than just a picture-perfect one. More than anything, I hope to have a happy celebration, where there is laughter from beginning to end, and a few tears that signify happiness, nothing else.

Here are more wedding pictures. Enjoy! 🙂

that's me! 🙂

i love you, guys!