My Everyday

It’s nice to live in our house. As I am writing this entry, everyone is already busy starting the day. We have just finished sharing breakfast. My son is now enjoying his morning Disney program, my titas are tending the garden and are now fussing over what’s the menu for lunch. My side-kick, Lani, is now doing the dishes and I am in front of my laptop blabbing about what everyone has been doing.

I am living in a traditional suburban house that has survived typhoons and volcanic eruptions. Here, I have grown from a child to a rebel teenager carrying all the hate in this world. However, all that phase has passed and I have learned to appreciate that my life is more fulfilling here in the province. I am surrounded by the people who love me and care for me as I do to them, that’s why.

Every time I forgot taking my vitamins, my Tita Rose will sure remind me to take the pill before I go out for school. If I am staying up late ‘till dawn working and typing on my laptop, there is my Tita Vicky to recite all the possible health effects of what I am doing to myself. And there is my Tita Lyd to ask me to get her pension every month, offering to shoulder my transpo fee and snack for the day in doing so (although I am not taking advantage of the offer). Of course, there is Papa. Every time I have a broken window, broken umbrella and broken everything even if it means tinkering all day clueless of what the damage could be, he just always try to do what he can to fix my things, fix NJ's toys and fix everything in the house.

As you can see, every one of us is interdependent. We have our different roles and these roles complement one another. We get along well as most families do. We may not share the same beliefs about religion, celebrities or national issues, but that’s what makes us love one another. Some may say I have a dysfunctional family, but I say “it’s the only family I got and will ever love”. How can I possibly have survived life without these people? We may not be the rich one, the religious one or the popular one but we are the one who never leaves anyone of us behind. We are the one family that lives everyday serving our own masters than serving what others expect of us. That’s how I become a no-nonsense gal.

I just wanted to start the week saying I love my family and that every day, I am getting more convinced that even if I failed to give my son the family I have been dreaming for him, I know that the family we have will suffice. The family we have love us dearly, so what am I to worry about? It may not be ideal but it can give him the perfect environment to understand the world in a wider perspective. I want to raise him as a person who thinks, reasons and battles with life…someone who is not used to perfection so he can see beauty and love under any circumstance…as I am with my life right now.

My little Boy is growing too Fast in my eyes

Four years ago, I was preparing for the coming of a son that I never wanted at first. Admittedly, I was reluctant to face the responsibilities of being a parent, fearing that I would become the worst parent that ever lived in this world...the pressure is there to make everything right because as a parent, you will mold your child's personality, education...basically everything that he will ever become...so just imagine an unprepared messed up mother-to-be facing that...Crazy!!!


fast forward to three years later, I realized that being a parent isn't so bad at all. You just continue doing great things for your child and you will be alright...After all, there's no better parent for your child or your child-to-be but you. It is a gift of life that will teach so many things...inexplicable things that in the long run, will make you whole...Just imagine the power you have, being responsible in creating a child that you yourself would want to be.










At a late breakfast yesterday, I have taken this photo...it just reminded me what Sundays are supposed to be, bonding with family...He is my only family, a family I am nurturing single-handedly. It's just so peaceful to see simple joys in those eyes...makes me wonder of more years looking through those eyes, being happy staying with the parent or mother that he made me become.



I am leaving you with a candid picture of my son and my father...this would be surely be a nice memory lane photo in the future...

Hello Again

It’s been so long…I realized I haven't posted anything in ages...so ergoes...

Lately, I have been too lazy doing anything but keeping track of my academic standing…since midterm exam week has passed. The thing is, I am quite surprised that it did pull through all the exams, waving high scores to my surprise. Alright, alright…I did study, to the point that I have missed my article submissions and other deadlines (emphasis on OTHER deadlines), which means I haven’t earned a cent for a week. But all the trouble is worth it!!! I feel ecstatic coming to class this week because of the great news…

I am really quite surprised with everything that happens. I feel so in control with my life right now. I hope that this will continue on, I will work hard for these great things to go on. I am quite enjoying my new course, it fits me right, which is perhaps one of the reasons that I seem to be doing so well.

I will just remind my self to kneel and come to church on Sunday. I have so much to thank HIM for. NJ’s coughing troubles due to the cold weather have passed…and now this…I am quite thankful.

After all the angst that I had in the past, I never thought that all I needed was a different perspective in life. at this point, I don’t dwell on expectations, I don’t dwell on what I am supposed to be accomplishing at my age if I did good in my first attempt to college, and I try to avoid giving in to the pressures in life. This way, I feel better contented with my life. I cease wishing, hoping and asking for things to happen because I know that everything I wanted will come with hard work…yes people, HARD WORK!! Life is not supposed to be easy anyway. And so the trouble continues, but I bet that I can still charge towards my goals. Troubles, pressure and expectations become problems only when they are recognized as problems. To me, they are challenges, a sign that I still got room to grow and be better. And boy did I get better!!!

Thank God!