My Little Penguin

Oh Hello Blog! We meet again. It’s been a while, I know. Been trying to sleep early and cut back on idle Internet surfing. @_@

Enrolled Elmo in swim class. Classes are at 3 PM, every Tuesdays and Thursdays. Both Terci and I have got work, so we had to make major adjustments to our schedules to accommodate Elmo’s lessons (Terci more than me. Being the swimmer between the two of us, he is the one who joins his son in the water! ๐Ÿ˜› ย Frustration nya actually na hindi ako marunong lumangoy. ๐Ÿ˜› He tried teaching me and then later on, gave up had me enrolled in formal swimming lessons. I never completed the course! I only lasted til the 5th or 6th session. ๐Ÿ˜› Kaya naman career si Terci na matuto si Elmo. ๐Ÿ˜‰ )



Elmo was initially afraid of the water. I was looking at photos and videos of him when he was younger, and he would really cling as if for dear life whenever his Dad brings him to the water. On the first day of swim classes, he cried during the most part, and didn’t want to leave the pool’s edge. After much persuasion and encouragement, he finally went down into the water… just as the session was wrapping up and his classmates were already getting out of the pool. His teacher was kind enough to allow him to sit in the next class. ๐Ÿ˜‰

But now, they always go on overtime in the pool. Formal classes are only 30 minutes, but they extend even an hour beyond.ย To date, Elmo can already hold his breath underwater and propel himself. But he still has to learn how to rise above the water and breathe. He also has to build up on his upper body strength.

I meet with them afterwards and we all have ice cream together. I hope someday to be able to pick up from where I left off, and be able to join my boys in the water too. ๐Ÿ˜Ž


Being Truly Rich

Was chatting with a friend the other day. Our conversations usually revolve around money, careers and retirement, savings and investments. No, he does not sell insurance! But he is business savvy and enterprising; I am amazed at how he is brave to embark on various moneymaking ventures… which turn out to be lucrative, mind you. And these are all perfectly legal, btw. ๐Ÿ˜›

Lately though he’s been feeling overwhelmed and is contemplating on retiring early.

“What is the measure of being rich?” he asked. I am amused at how our conversation suddenly took a philosophical turn.

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Ever Ever After at 5!

Can’t believe it’s been 5 years since I walked down the aisle, to marry the man of my dreams, or prayers rather! ๐Ÿ™‚

I’m having trouble uploading our wedding SDE, so I’ll just post the link.

Shot on the same day, 5 years ago. The exact same day of the week even–a Saturday. ๐Ÿ˜‰ I was up at 3 (!!!!) in the morning, for our 9 AM wedding. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ (We opted for a morning wedding coz we had several old people guests. ๐Ÿ˜€ ) I remember trying to sleep at 9 PM the night before (with great difficulty, as I am more a night owl than a morning lark!), and being awakened by a text from our wedding OTD coordinator that she was already at the door. ๐Ÿ˜› I don’t recall feeling rested, I can’t even remember falling asleep. But the adrenaline rush was more than enough to sustain me throughout the day. ๐Ÿ˜‰

I so luv our SDE! Took my cue from Ate Grace who also chose an upbeat song for her wedding SDE. Hindi tuloy nakakasawa panoorin kahit paulit-ulit! ๐Ÿ™‚ The first time I watched “Enchanted”, I already mentally bookmarked this song for future reference. ย I was still single at that time, but I already had a vision for my wedding. ๐Ÿ˜‰ย (“Balang araw, pag kinasal ako, gagamitin ko itong kantang ito…” ๐Ÿ˜›ย )ย It was also a good idea that Terci brought the Lego bride & groom minifigs ๐Ÿ‘ฐ ๐ŸŽฉ coz it injected some fun and personality to our video. ๐Ÿ˜‰

Buti pa itong youtube video ng kanta, pwedeng ma-embed sa post. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ Our wedding SDE is here.


Attended last Sunday’s service and was pleasantly surprised to find that a former schoolmate is now a pastor of one of our Church’s “branches.” He was smiling at me before the start of the service, but I thought he was just being courteous. Even when our pastor introduced him onstage, I didn’t recognize him immediately, as he now goes by the name “Ptr. Sky.” Only when he started talking did I realize that I know this guy! He used to be a scrawny little kid, with hair ala Jose Rizal, and I know him as Kuya E. He was already a good boy back then, an altar boy even, I thought he’d become a priest.

His message comes at a most opportune time. Lately, I’ve been feeling… I don’t know, hollow? The feeling’s akin to being tired and bored. It seems like things are just routine and meaningless. ๐Ÿ˜ฎ If there is a book in the Bible that describes the rut I am in, it would be Ecclesiastes. “Meaningless! Meaningless! Everything is meaningless!” That would be Solomon, the wisest man on earth, waxing poetic and philosophical about it. In my current pilosopo-ical state, I am wont to ask “Anong point?”

Anong point kumayod, kung yung mga bagay na ipinupundar mo naman eh hindi mo madadala sa hukay?
Anong point magshopping ng damit, wala namang bagay o kasya? ๐Ÿ˜ฎ
Anong point magsuncreen, kukulubot den naman ang balat mo?
Anong point magpakabuti, kung maraming gumagawa ng masama?
And sometimes they are even more prosperous and powerful because of their bad deeds.
Anong point mag-invest sa relationships, umaalis den naman ang mga tao? Whether by choice or circumstance.
Anong point ng buhay sa mundo?ย What is the meaning of life?

I am neither sad nor suicidal, so I don’t think this is depression… at least, as per DSM IV criteria. Could be Seasonal Affective Disorder coz it’s been raining the past several days and I am in dire need of some sunshine… Or a vacation. Or perhaps I just have too much “thinking” time on my hands to mull over things.

Anyway, listening to the message sure jumpstarted my mood. I hope things continue looking better and brighter soon.

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

Of Secrets and Confessions

Freud once said, “No mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his fingertips. Betrayal oozes out of every pore.” I think old Sigmund might’ve been on to something. Although we may be desperate to keep our secrets, the harder we try to bury them, the more they’ll arise to the surface. We are neurologically compelled to confess. And that’s a good thing, because confession is good for the body. It’s good for the brain. Might even be good for the soul, if you believe in that sort of thing.

– Dr. Daniel Pierce, Perception (“Blindness”, Season 2)

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