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“Parent the child you have, and not the child you wish you had.”

A common joke from a lot of people says that mothers see their husbands as their youngest child in the family because of the amount of stress and anxiety they’re giving in the household, and I undeniably agreeing to that.

As a Nanay of a toddler, I know how tough it is battling with random tantrums of a 2 year old kid while taking good care of your husband at home. As a wife and a Nanay, I can give much of myself to my family. So much of their love, effort and time are given to the people I love. And most of the time, unsolicited advice and below the belt comments from family, relatives, friends and other people (though unintentionally or with good reason) would still won’t help to make me as what I am to be as a Nanay and wife.

And as a spouse, even if you have the funniest, sunniest, loveliest and most capable husband -- there will still be a time that your family life can be triggered to depression because of the conflicts you’ve been experiencing. You may feel alone yet unwilling to tell anyone there’s depression in your household, or you may simply wonder when the sparkle and joy, the humor and fun seeped out of your relationship. If there’s depression in your marriage, it’s time to act—for your partner and yourself. You have each other’s back for your family.

A new addition to spice up your married and family life are those people who would brag about their experiences as a mom and a wife. Even if you’ve never asked for their advice, but for some reason, they feel compelled to share it with you anyway.  Although you appreciate their insights and suggestions, you and your husband have determined what parenting style works best for the both of you.  You may find yourself saying the wrong thing and hurting their feelings. Or you may keep silent while your resentment grows and grows.

1. I’m not dumb and so are you with how will you feel if I would utter these words to you:”Isa pa lang anak mo, Nanay na Nanay ka na!” or “Bakit si ***** payat.” It’s not that I don’t care how big I am right now, but take into consideration to be aware of what we’re trying to convey and be sensitive enough. Commenting on a woman's weight, is considered bad manners.

2. Another unsolicited advice from an elder like: “Papunta ka pa lang, pabalik na ako.” But I always have this words in mind: “Follow your own instincts. If magtampo sila, lilipas rin naman yun”

3. While some relatives would comment on your child with: “Ang laki na niyan, Dumedede pa???”  I do not ever feel shamed, belittled, embarrassed or wrong for feeding with my child for a long span of time. As experts says, “Breasts were made to sustain your baby's life before they were made to bring pleasure to any other man, woman, partner or spouse. “Did you know that infants that are breastfed into their second and third year show more advanced cognitive and social development and have a lower risk of illness and death?” There is nothing weird about this and there's no difference in me feeding my baby with my breast than you feeding yourself with a spoon. I don’t think that I will make my child unhealthy if I am still feeding her.

No one said raising children would be easy, but when approached from the perspective of positive parenting, it will be worthwhile. And at the end of the day, we are the parents of our child and we know what’s best for her and for our future children.  More important than trying to be a perfect parent is to be a “good enough” parent , who takes care of their child and tries their best. Hard situations are part of life – situations from which we can learn and grow.

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You don’t gain anything from stressing. Remember that.

(via deeplifequotes)

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Disclaimer: Composed last 12th of September 2017 (As of this moment, I and my husband are already doing well, together. I just want to share this composition.)

Mga matang patuloy na lumuluha, sana'y punasan mo aking sinta. 

Inakalang sa laban na to tayo dapat dalawa, pero bakit ngayon naging talunan at kawawa.

Mga araw na ‘di nasisilayan, inaasam na wag nang maranasan.

Ngunit sadyang ganyan siguro ang tadhana, kapalaran sa atin ay nawala na.

Mahal ko, bakit tayo nagkaganito? Puso nati'y naging singtigas ng bato.

Dati'y kamay mo ang aking hinahawakan, ngayo'y pader na ang tanging sandalan.

Kinulang na ang pagmamahalan, na akala'y walang hangganan.

Nasaan na nga ba tayo Mahal?

Pag-iibigan na parang hingal na hingal.

Sa gitna ng matinding bangayan, ako ay iyong biglang iniwan.

Si Jhaz ang tanging naging lakas, kaya patuloy pang lumalaban.

Sa lakas ng sigawan, nagkamurahan.

Bakit ganun? Puso'y matinding nasugatan.

Nag-iisa at wala nang makapitan.

Wala na ding salitang mapanghawakan.

Maaring ikaw ang tama at ako ang mali, dahil sadyang mga bagay ay hindi ganun kadali.

Paano na nga ba tayo Mahal ko? Hangga’t dito na lang ba tayo’t susuko?

Susuko sa mga pangakong ginawa, dahil sa isa’t isa'y nagsawa.

Ganun na nga lang ba talaga tatapusin ang lahat? Wag na lang ipagpatuloy at itapon na lang dapat.

Maaaring ikaw ang mali o ako, di dapat nagkakasakitan nang ganito.

May kanya-kanyang bersyon ng kwento, kaya ako'y nagkukulong na lang sa kwarto.

Dahil dito baka sakaling wag nang humikbi, dahil may mga sakit na hindi maisantabi.

Ayoko nang ipilit pa ang sarili, dahil baka sa huli pa magsisi.

Kahit ipagpalaban ko pa 'to, mananatiling iba ang kwento

Ako na naman ang walang kwenta, Oo, ako na ang walang kwenta

Oo na, oo na. Ayoko nang ulit-ulitin pa.

Ako na naman ang mali, pati na din sa huli

Lagi na lang iniiwan, kaya patuloy na nasasaktan.

Mahal ko bakit nga ba tayo nagkanito? Inakalang tayo hanggang dulo.

Tinanong mo ako kung ako ay okay lang, Di ba sabi ko lagi: ito “cool lang”

Pero sa isip ko wala ka kaya kulang.

Ayoko nang maging “option”, kapag tayo'y walang direksyon.

Mas pinapanigan mo ang Nanay mo, hindi ba dapat ako na asawa mo?

Pakiramdam ko'y masyado nang mabigat, masakit at ayaw nang magpaawat.

Daig mo pa ang bagyo kung manalanta, sa sakit na dulot, 'di ba halata?

Mahal ko, kailangan na nating bumitaw, pagsuko din ang puso ko'y sinisigaw.

Hindi na tayo magkaintindihan, at laging nagkakasakitan.

Kaya kahit sa puso ko'y ikaw pa rin ang laman, baka kailangan na talagang bitawan.

Paalam na Mahal ko,

Ang tanging hangad ko, sa paghihiwalayan na ito, ay malaman kung saan nga ba tayo patungo.

Maaaring hindi na ituloy o bumalik ako, sana nga lang ay mahal mo pa ako, at ganun din ang nararamdaman ko.

Kakayanin natin sa isa’t isa ay lumayo,

Labis na iiyak ngunit muling tatayo.

Iwan muna ang isa’t isa at maglakbay, maglakbay muna nang magkahiwalay.

Maaaring sa aking pagbalik, mas kampante na ang mga titig, at matikman ang masasarap na halik.

Maaaring magiingat na ang bibig, sa mga salitang hindi ka ibig-ibig.

Maaaring makayakap na ang mga bisig, sa taong iniibig.

Maaaring mas kabisado na ang pag-ibig, na walang kabig.

Mas matagal na ang pagmamahalan.

At wala nang hangganan.

Kung magkikita man tayo. baka nakakain na ng repolyo.

Ika nga di ba ni Tonyo, ugaliing kumain nito, para sumaya tayo.

Sige na Mahal ko, paalam na.

Baka sa paglisan pagngiti ay malaman na.

Tandaan mo na mahal kita, at patuloy na mamahalin pa.

Yun nga lang pasikreto na, dahil di na ppwedeng ituloy pa.

Baka sigurong wag na lang muna tayo uli.

Ipagdadasal ko na lang, ako pa din sa huli.

Paalam na talaga Mahal ko.

Itatago muna ang pagmamahal ko.

Mahirap man itong pakinggan, pero mas maganda para wala ng sakitan.

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Dearest Jhaz Hailey,

I’ve realized that being a Nanay of a toddler is a tough job. I can’t believe it, you are now a toddler. This year has flown by so quickly like everyone told me it would. You’re running everywhere, climbing everything, and saying all you can.

Every time you cry, Nanay wants to cry too.

Every time you mess, Nanay gets depressed. 

We need to stop the two to three outfit changes a day because no matter what you wear, you will always look beautiful. 

You always tend to imitate how Nanay will put lipstick,  I know you are a little fashionista but trust me you look good without it. 

You bite when you want something and cry when you don’t. 

Like in the mornings when you ask me if you want eggs or soup. Soup sounds good, but when you see it, you know you definitely made the wrong choice and you cry out loud and say you just wanted eggs for breakfast.

Sometimes I’m not sure what to do or what to expect. I would really appreciate it if you could quit your breast milk intake because you’ve become too addicted. You get so high on milk that you forget to drink the milk formula your Tatay has bought and that’s starting to worry me. 

 I know you love writing on yourself but I’d prefer if you draw on paper so it doesn’t take Nanay that long to scrub your body bath and wash time. 

I know you pretend to brush your teeth in front of me. When I turn around, you suck all the toothpaste from the bristles and swallow it. 

 I love how you hug and kiss everyone at home before you stumble on your bed and get ready for night night. 

You won’t sleep without your favorite stuffed toy, you cry if Nanay and Tatay leaves for work without giving you a kiss.

It makes me jealous whenever you don’t follow me even if I am already shouting at the top of my lungs and you will just stop when your Tatay is already staring at you --JUST A STARE.

Your communication skills has widen and your sentences are longer that makes our conversation so interesting and undeniably amazing

It’s unbelievably cute watching you use the remote control as a telephone. I just wish you’d stop hiding it though. 

But despite everything I mentioned above, I know you love me. You’ve filled my days with laughter and anger. We created memories I will never forget. Even though I have sleepless nights, I love waking up to the loud shout of “Nanay” in the middle of the night.

Some moments it’s hard for me to picture how all those personality traits and talents will come together to form the woman you are becoming. I know you will be strong. I know you will be vulnerable. I know you will love passionately and possess a strong desire to be loved and accepted. I know that whatever choices you make, I will love you.  

You're becoming so naughty, yet nice.

Very talkative, yet witty and bubbly.

And every single day, I love you My Little Miss Jhaz Hailey!

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An open letter to the other woman

Just so you know, I’ve thought about this for so long and hard on what I’d say if I ever got to write to you and I think I’ve finally got it. I’ve had a lot of time to think and a lot of time to grieve. I still don’t have answers (even if he tried to confess everything about between the two of you)– I still found myself not contented at all. I know I don’t have all the answers to my questions, but still, I choose to continue living my life with him again. I choose him over and over again.. I’ve accepted the fact that I never will get all the details about what you two have shared from the start. 

Even if everyone thinks that our marriage was the most deteriorated thing in this world, it still doesn’t give you the guts to step into the midst of it. With infidelity, it is always about the person who is in the committed relationship then the other person is by no means just an innocent bystander of the situation. It takes one person to decide that cheating is worth the thrill of the moment and the other person to decide to get involved with a taken man or woman. For your sake, I won’t say your name, although it is one that lives in the forefront of my mind and I admit, it causes my breath to falter every time I hear it.

There are so many things I want to say to you, I still can remember the day when I found out about you. Undoubtedly, my imagination and insanity brought me to painful places–too painful. I hated you, at first, other woman. You, with your shiny black hair, nice big smile, a perfectly shaped and toned body and 3-years-younger face. As what my husband confessed to me that you were both happy exchanging text messages, talking over the phone, chatting through Facebook Messenger and tagging yourselves in the comment section about anything under the sun-posts, giving a remembrance shirt to my husband that he wears to wor, shadings lives and dislikes and having an awkward smile on your faces during lunch in the office – I knew it.  Although I don’t know everything, but as a wife, I can sense that there’s something between the two of you cause he even calls you a “FRIEND OF MINE” and said it was just a fling– JUST. A. FLING? He told me that you’re both looking for a “companion” in a span of two to three weeks, I guess? How can you call that a relationship– was just a “friendship” or “companion” if he even asks what you’re wearing on a random day? Call me insane or immature but I found everything hurtful because I know my husband very well. He’s not into social media commenting-thingy to other girls that he doesn’t like and he won’t reacted a “heart” or we always say; “pinusuan”, your profile pictures on Facebook if you don’t get his attention. I know him, I know him very well — and that’s what makes it more painful. It actually breaks my heart into bits to see that. The curiosity went down from jealousy to anger to bitterness, so I’ve opted to send you messages. It really hurts, it really hurts so baaaad that you made me the most clueless wife because you got me with no replies. A lot of folks encouraged me to do it and just so you know how much courage I have to give in to have those messages sent to you. It bothers me if I am doing the right thing or not, but there’s always this tiny voice in me to do so– since I am his wife, his legal wife actually, if ever you’ve forgotten. One friend told me that if you won’t message back then there’s something going on between the two of you but if none, you’ll have to stand up for yourself. So it’s up to me whether to believe or not. but still, I don’t get any response. Why you wouldn’t reply if you’re on the right track and not doing anything, you think, was wrong.

Maybe he approached you or maybe it just happened in the course of work, of being friendly, and so the attraction grew, but you still knew he wasn’t free; he wasn’t available. You have stolen the time, energy, attention, and protection of MY HUSBAND. 

I didn’t know why our situation has been taken for granted. Is it because you know we’re not doing fine as a couple so you just walked in that dark room and found your place to brighten up his day? Maybe he’s telling you that I am a bad wife, or that he’s not talking to me anymore, but let me assure you, that we are supposed to be in this marriage for better or worse, thick or thin, and even in the times when we may have problems. Or even perhaps he’ll say that I am crazy or immature or boring or selfish or that things that have happened to him in his life we’re really all my fault. Yeah, I admit it. Everything was because of all the mistakes I’ve committed in our relationship that caused so much burden, anger and hatred in his heart towards me. He’s running to you and it only hurts because what’s between us should have only between the two of us cause it makes a three-ring circle, instead of a two-vowed by love and honor marriage. 

A lot of questions were playing in my mind and I couldn’t stop asking myself. I know I have a lot of shortcomings as a wife–a looooot. But? But, why did it happen? Is it just because we’ve temporarily parted our ways as a couple? 

You don’t have any slightest idea that I have those hard times.. 

Those hard times crawling up to bed just to get a decent sleep while staring at my daughter at night with a wishful thinking that I’ll wake up again right next to him; while greeting each other a sweet morning with kisses on my forehead, on my cheek, on the other side, and on my lips with a little bit of a naughty bite from a husband. But I always find myself sharing stories with my friends over glasses of beer on a late night until dawn and going home with questions like: “Did he think about me when he was with you?”, “Did you make him happier than I made him?”, “Did you make him laugh the way I did?” There, I don’t care to ride a public vehicle with tears rolling down to my cheeks. I couldn’t help but blame myself why his attention is already owned by someone else. That someone’s making him happy after all the small arguments to big fights we had. 

You only know what he has told you of me. Or maybe he didn’t say anything about me which make you so interested to get to know my husband more and more each day. But you don’t know me. If you did, you would not violate me and trespass in my family. If you knew me you would know what the last 3 years have meant to me. If you knew me you would see the love I have for my family, the care and passion I share with my husband and the protection I exercise over my child. You would know I care deeply and I don’t hold grudges. That I forgive easily and carry the weight of our family on my back. That I have been to hell and back then survived so I don’t give up easily. 

You don’t know the depth of my soul, the audacity of my heart, my faith in God and the goals we’re making. You don’t know what I’ve been through and overcome and I will not tell you because you don’t belong here and you don’t deserve to have intimate knowledge of me. I have nothing to prove to you and obviously, if he has painted me in a negative light, I don’t care at all. Because he knows my worth that’s why he is still here. You, nor anyone else, will push me out of our married life. You will not steal what I have built for my child. You will not take what does not possess to you.

I am writing this to you not because I hate you a lot but because I hope, that in the future, if the moment presents where there is a taken man, no matter how happy or unhappy he is, how sober or intoxicated he is, you remember the power you have not to be a part of destroying someone’s life. What would make you do that? Was it a challenge? The thrill of the fling with a family man? Did you stop to think how you would feel if this was your father running around? How your mother would feel or even your siblings? I think you are a good person ‘cause I can sincerely feel how much your mother means to you and never had intentions of causing harm to anyone. But your decisions define you, I am sorry about that. I hope, for the sake of your mom, your sisters and other women and their families and your future family life, that you make a better move next time. 

Actually, the reason that I write to you is that I am trying to convey to you that we are saing our marriage, and because of you being in our lives, it is near-to-impossible to achieve. I don’t know what you’re thinking, and I don’t know where you’re coming from, but let me just tell you where I am coming from. I married this man and I have been with him for a very long time. We have a family and it may not be important to you, but it is to me.  

I can tell you, that when he’s with you, he might be in his own little “happiness” but it’s not real, somehow. It’s not real life because you don’t have to deal with the dirty clothes on the floor, bacon-like garter of his undies, what food to prepare, how to finish the laundry on a weekday, paying our bills, or deciding what’s right for our child. Although you might not care or understand, I still love this man and I want to be able to work out our differences between us WITHOUT you being in the way and that would only be fair.

Maybe, just maybe — you’re starting to fall in love with someone who is married to someone else having some butterflies on your stomach while receiving an SMS message from him or just by simply hearing his sweet and sexy voice over the phone. You created a fantasy bubble for yourselves without having to deal with the day to day drudgery of real issues. You may also have to deal with the fact that he suddenly wants to win back the affections of his wife and save the marriage that you believed was so terrible that he couldn’t make it work. The worst part is that there is no sympathy for you anywhere because people have judged you for being the home wrecker. 

You should not be a part of our story, and for your own sense of self, you should see that. You should have your own story. You should value yourself enough to want someone who is free because, make no mistake, even if my husband leaves me for you, he’s not free. I’m wrapped in his head, his mind, his thoughts and his spirit. I’ll always be a part of him, even if it’s a part he is trying to forget.

Lastly, I thank you because you’re a blessing in disguise in some way.  If I didn’t see the exchanging of comments you two have been doing, I and my husband wouldn’t decide to fix things and talk in such a while. Can’t thank you enough because I have my husband and our daughter’s Tatay back in our home. I want to say everything will be okay. Maybe not everything today and maybe not tomorrow, but eventually. In our own little way, we are trying to work things out for our FAMILY. The pain will subside and soon you will just be a distant memory. But until then, please remember your worth. Even if he couldn’t recognize your value, you must. 

I think if we’ve met in a different setting, we can get along but what happened was the other way around. How I wish we could have met under different circumstances but maybe our paths will cross again later in life.  

Good luck with all of your future endeavors cause I and my husband with my daughter are starting again. We’re saving not only our marriage but our FAMILY. We’re together and I hope that you’ll be happy with your own life (’cause I think that there’s more to life than having a special connection with a married man) You’re too young to be a homewrecker and don’t live your life to be one. I think there’s long way for you to go through. And deep down in my heart, I’ll tell you this; there will always be the right person for you–not my husband. 

I am still the woman who stands by his side. I am still the woman who loves him with all my heart. I am still the woman working hard to help him achieve his goals. I am still his wife who would kiss him goodbye when he leaves and get home from work. I’m still his wife who would wrap his arms around my body, who would prepare his food, clothes and his blanket before sleeping. And I am still the mom of his child and to our future children. I am still the one who reaches out for his love. 

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One sweet and gloomy morning of the 29th of March, last year

Every girl dreams of a "romantic" proposal from the man they want to be with for the rest of their lives. Some wouldn't just expect a romantic one but to have it done in a unique and special way. But mine was totally different.

I was sleeping that morning (since I work on a graveyard shift) while breastfeeding my daughter when Joni woke me up and told me that there's something with our baby's wiwi (last week we rushed her to the hospital, thinking that she has a urinary tract infection) So I have to get out from the bed hurriedly, then when I have to look for my baby's wet "lampin" I found this... Joni smiled, got the ring from the small box then knelt down while carrying our daughter. I was just staring at him 'cause he's the one who's crying.

I can't really remember the exact words he uttered. But the best part that he said was: "Kahit na muntik na tayong sumuko. Sa huli, pipiliin ko pa ding makasama ka." I couldn't say anything. I don't even know what to say and how would I react. So he said: "Totoo na 'to, sorry kung hindi naituloy nung bago pa lumabas si Jhaz 'cause I know na disappointed ka sa'kin at ang family mo." So that's it.

He has a lot of things to say that I have to make him stop so I could finally say "YES!" #ArtihNiAtih #JandH #LoveRiDiaries

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JHAZ HAILEY Labriaga Almonte

Nanay: Hazel Ann Labriaga Almonte          Tatay: Joni Pitargue Almonte

28 October 2015    10:06 AM

Trinity Woman & Child Hospital, Sta. Ana Manila

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JHAZ came from: J-oni         HAZ-el

HAILEY came from: HAI from /HEY-zel/         EY from joNI /joe-KNEE/

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T  H  A  N  K      Y  O  U

Who would have thought that this man who's been so makulit since the first day of our training would be mine ------ How could I even forget your smirk and the butterflies on my stomach whenever I am with you. 

Thank you for calling me Buddy and for teasing me every single day. 

 For making me feel excited to get up evey morn. 

 For always having my breakfast ready at work. 

 For always sharing your candies when I get bored during discussions. For having an unauthorized absent just to accompany me to the when I had a UTI. 

 For sharing the pineapples on your pizza. 

 For preparing "our" baon and have it shared with some of our team mates. 

 For taking me out to our favorite "tambayan" right after a stressful shift. 

 For giving me your glass of beer when you can no longer finish it. 

 For waiting me at the office's main entrance while holding some roses, hiding it at your back. 

 For not asking me what to eat when we go out, but rather make me the most "bundat" girlfriend. For being so silly when you're drunk. 

 For asking me to stay over, just to be with you on a late night. 

 For your random hugs and kisses. 

 For staring at me while telling me how much I mean to you. 

 For cheering me up when I doubt myself. For singing even if your tune and the lyrics of your song dissolve into yawns. For being extremely happy when we're together. 

 For you being so serious the day you told me that you want to be a "Tatay" 

 For you being so, so nervous while listening to our baby's heart beat. 

 For you being so excited to know the gender of our first born. 

 For making the nine month journey so easy 'cause I know you won't left me hanging. 

 For spoiling me and our daughter during the baby shower. 

 For asking me to marry you in such a weird way. 

 For allowing me to have your last name. For still being at my side, always. 

 For being such a wonderful, responsible, funny and strict Tatay to Jhaz Hailey. For having a lot of dreams and goals for our family. 

 For taking me out on a date even if it's just a quick one. 

 For setting up a "date" inside our room since I needed to feed our little one. 

 For your endless surprises. 

 For making me feel lovable and loved. 

 I love you, Baby. 

 I love you, BabyLoves. 

 I love you, Honey. 

 I love you, Mahal. 

 I love you, Joni Pitargue Almonte 

I owe you a lot. 😘

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Will you just keep it down low?

Too often, we keep our emotions in ourselves and sometimes we just wish we can just talk about things with someone. But there’s a little voice dictates you not to speak up just because you wouldn’t want the person who’ll listen to you to worry not to be sad about your feelings. But not here – we let our emotions run wild and free. ‘Cause through photographs and in written form, at the very least; it makes us feel a little bit less alone. Not thinking what will the readers would react and how many people will read your posts. There will always this freedom back in your mind that you will still write everything you want to 'cause you really can’t separate your self from what you are feeling and what your opinions are. There’s this feeling that you open up yourself to the entire possibilities of different points of view even if you get the worst judgement yet you still have the courage to write.

Just so you know how sad I am 'cause I’ve tried for almost an nth time to retrieve my old tumblr page but I really can’t. I’ve started writing since 2009 in my old account (hazelabri.tumblr.com) So here I am, starting a new one. Fingers crossed 'cause I don’t want to lost this new account and hope I could update it from time to time. 😊

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FAST FACTS

25 • MNL PHILS •

Hometown: MANDALUYONG but currently residing in MALABON CITY

Youngest Child of Bernardita Bismonte Salcedo & Isidro Romano Labriaga

Graduated from UE MNL with A.B. Broadcast Communication

Happily married to Joni Pitargue Almonte and a Nanay to Jhaz Hailey Labriaga Almonte

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Hazel Ann Salcedo Labriaga-Almonte is living her ass out happily.as a Nanay of #LittleMissJhazHailey and an annoying wife to Joni. She loves life, love, writing, speaking, colors, photographs, smiles, and people!

My friends usually call her Labri, and she’s very much comfortable with that.

A Paulinian at heart since Elementary, A True-Blue Dominican since High School and a Warrior with a pure red heart from UE-MNL.

She’s not a stereotype of girl.

A very sensitive and emotional fella. Tends to stay calm, quiet and reserved when she feel silly and whenever she get mad. Labri is a self-confessed online stalker, 'cause she got the skills during college; through investigative writing. She's nice and forgiving but if you attack her with your shits, expect that she'll rip the hell out of you. But she also thinks that she’s the most patient woman you will ever meet.

She knows how to stand up for herself and fight for her loved ones.