Birthday Reflections

It’s my birthday today! And it’s my biggest “celebration” in a while. We’re not really big on birthdays, you see. In previous years, we just have dinner, just our little family of three; sometimes, we are joined by a handful of friends. It was always small, cozy, intimate, nothing grand.

This time, our family’s spending it in sunny Cebu. ๐Ÿ˜Ž This is my first time to be out of town for my birthday. Though technically, it’s not a vacation coz we’re here for a conference. But any break from my usual routine is very much welcome. ๐Ÿ™‚ At the least, I don’t have to worry about making the bed. ๐Ÿ˜›

bday pic
This was at the breakfast buffet. My friends’ told the servers that it was my birthday, so I got subjected to the customary “flash mob” singing. Quite embarrassing really. ^_^;;
elmo bday cake
It was actually the little boy who enjoyed himself more while the staff were singing. ๐Ÿ˜›

While in Cebu, we met up with Terci’s relatives who are now based here. Also met up with one of my longest friends from high school, Rita. We never really lost touch thanks to technology, but it’s still different and much much better to catch up in person. ๐Ÿ™‚

On the whole, it was a wonderful day. And a better year even. There are still the little things I am wishing for, and the bigger things I AM PRAYING FOR. But it’s been a better year thus far (compared to 2016 which was very tiring and discouraging! @_@). I feel that I have got a renewed sense of Faith and purpose and gratitude. I hope things continue feeling being this way for a very long time.





BAGgiedala atbp.

Ah July! My favorite month, my birth month. A valid time for me to unabashedly ask for things I want. ๐Ÿ˜›ย So here it is, my 2017 Birthday Wishlist! Thank you very much in advance. ๐Ÿ˜‰

This Dagne Dover classic tote. ๐Ÿ’ผย My daily tote’s handles are fraying along the edges, so I’m scouting for a new bag to replace it. I need a roomy bag, but without the little things drowning and getting lost in the mess. I like how the Dagne Dover tote has many compartments to keep things in place and organized. The design is clean and classy. I want one in bleecker blush or onyx.


And while we’re at it, this matching Dagne Dover walletย and pouch.

I’d also like a fruit infusion water bottle. ๐Ÿ˜‰


A rash guard and legsuit, to cover up my unsightly parts for when I decide to join my little penguin.

A pair of white Keds sneakers. I think leather would be less dumihin and easier to clean. Whatchatink?

Muji storage drawers!

That’s it for the material things.ย The real birthday wishlist is WEIGHT LOSS! ๐Ÿ˜›

Post-Birthday Reflection

Another year older, another year wiser. Or so they say. I am a year older, but I feel none the wiser. ๐Ÿ˜› I look at my parents and other people older than me and imagine how they were when they *were* my age now. In my memory, they seemed to have it all put together: they were wise about a lot of things, they were strong and energetic, they were confident and sure, and strong and brave. Whereas I–at this age–am so tired and anxious and fearful. Maybe they were just good at faking it. Or perhaps they just seemed like that to an impressionable youngster. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

Birthday Musings

And I just like that, our birthdays have come and gone. My husband and I both have our birthdays in July, only 9 days apart. We are not really big on parties–the preps before and the cleaning up after stress me out! ๐Ÿ˜› We prefer just “quiet” intimate dinners with family and close friends. ๐Ÿ˜‰

For this month, we celebrated our birthdays with dinner at a favorite restaurant. ๐Ÿ™‚ We didn’t bother giving each other presents coz we’reย channeling the money towards some major expenses. And how can you keep purchases hidden from each other when you have joint accounts anyway. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ

Why, I even failed to update my Birthday Wishlist (save for Jose Mari Chan’s Christmas album which I have since purchased, it is essentially the same ๐Ÿ˜‰ ). But if there are a few things I badly NEED this year, they would be rest and strength and time. I have been exceptionally tired these past few weeks. The Little One got sick–first with gastroenteritis, then a febrile illness of some viral etiology, then colds, followed by cough afterwards. He was extra clingy, wanting to be carried and held most of the time. It’s nice and cozy, but I can only hold up for so long. As much as my love for my son knows no bounds, my physical strength and time are finite. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ He’s better now; it is *I* who is sick. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ And I have yet to recover from all the lost sleep and fatigue. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ