Showing posts with label Kristan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kristan. Show all posts

Friday, March 7, 2014

We Turned Three!

March 07, 2014

I was awakened at 5:30 AM because Khaleid needed a diaper change. After the task, I remembered what date it was today. I moved Zohan beside Khaleid to go near my husband and greeted him a Happy Anniversary. 

"Mahal, anong ginawa natin sa loob ng three years?", I asked. "Gumawa ng dalawang bata.", he chuckled. I laughed and thought to myself, well, these days, our marriage is actually defined by our kids.

Today, we celebrate our third year of marriage. To be candid, all thoughts of romance had been pushed over by other grown-up concerns. It's so hard to think of love for your husband when you are sleep-deprived, reeking of poop and breastmilk, clad in milk-stained lousy shirt, and with hair last combed since God-knows-when.

So I thought, today's post would only be a you-tube video of Coca-Cola's advertisement - which best described our household situation as of late.



So anyway, I went on with my daily routine - took care of Khaleid's morning rituals, struggled with Zohan to eat his breakfast, cleaned up last night's mess, and sent Zohan to the playground so that I could cook lunch. Kristan left early for work.

Then I heard a knock from the door and I thought to myself, Zohan went up early, I have not yet finished cooking lunch.

I was stunned when I opened the door and was greeted by a bouquet of flowers handed by a delivery guy. It took me a few minutes to process the fact that my husband, (yes the same husband I talked about here) sent me flowers. I was in utter disbelief. But also, grinning from ear to ear.

I was thinking what made him a different man. Until I realized that the night before, (hold your breath!) I served him the meanest sweet and sour meatballs for dinner. So yes people, men - they're all the same. If you want to get to their hearts, you must go through their stomach.

Happy Third Anniversary, Mahal. Ang landi landi mo. Mwah!

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

Happiness is in the Struggle

I am currently hooked to Gretchen Rubin's book entitled The Happiness Project. Don't get me wrong, I am already happy with my life as it is now. But I guess I just want to be happier, or perhaps, a little more optimistic, that's why I started reading it. 

Halfway into the book and I am already in awe. This woman makes a lot of sense and I tend to agree with a lot of her ideas! The fact that she's a lawyer who left law practice to write a book adds to my already mounting interest. 

Among the many ways that she embarked on in her quest for a happier life, there is one particular concept that struck me most. She said that to eke out the most happiness from an experience, we must anticipate it, savor it as it unfolds, express happiness, and recall a happy memory. In relation to "anticipation", she narrated a short story about how she patiently helped her daughter choose the best cake for the latter's birthday. According to Gretchen Rubin,

"Before the happiness project, I would have resisted, but now I understand that this birthday errand isn't birthday ineffeciency, but the very fun itself. It's my Sixth Commandment: Enjoy the process. Eliza will enjoy eating the cake for only five minutes, but she can have hours of enjoyment from planning the cake. In fact, in what's known as the "rosy prospection," anticipation of happiness is sometimes greater than the happiness actually experienced. All the more reason to revel in anticipation."

Now, I know it's a little boring to dissect her brilliant lines further, so let me indulge you in a little chismis instead.

One of the petty issues I have with my husband is my fervent desire to have our condo renovated. Being the practical one, my husband always dismiss the thought, with the resolve that it is something at the very far end of our list of priorities. (Well, I get that, and frankly, I don't mind waiting for months, years even, until we are financially ready for it.) 

However, my husband's approach has brushed off with me that I have also voluntarily stopped looking at interior design magazines, websites and Instagram photos of anything related to home designs. In the process, it makes me sad and wanting, despite my understanding of where he's coming from. (With another baby on the way, and a long list of other financial responsibilities, the last thing that we actually need is a drop-down ceiling or an artistic corner chair.)

But after reading the line I quoted above, I realize that I really don't have to feel bum about it. In fact, I can turn this whole "struggling" part into a one big happiness project. 

I recall a time in a not-so-distant past when Kristan and I were constantly struggling to come up with our downpayment for our condo, which was spread in a 12-month period. We were still single then, but we embraced maturity way too early. For each month that we were able to fund our check, we'd happily bring out our statement of account and goofily cross out the month paid with a bright-colored highlighter. We'd color it together to symbolize how we both tried to make both ends meet. It was a happy time because we felt so accomplished, and at the same time, there was still something bigger and better that we were looking forward to.


It was a happy and defining moment when we finally moved in. But the happiness was, well, fleeting. It lasted for only a good one week or so, for by then, more grown-up problems already came in. And frankly, coloring our statement of account was a much, much happier time for me. I guess it was the combined struggle, the planning, and the dreaming that really mattered. 

Now, I feel like I am allowing my "wanting more" to strip me of the opportunity to feel happy. Instead of focusing on what we can't afford yet, the Happiness Project has helped me ask myself, why not make the struggle, the planning and the dreaming once again a happy time?

Thanks to Gretchen Rubin, I intend to do just that from now on. I have compiled photos of my design pegs and started following interior designers on Instagram. I don't look the other way anymore when I pass by furniture shops in mall; and I plan to buy back issues of home magazines. I don't care if it will take us years before we can execute our plans. That only means we will have more years of opportunity to be happy, right?

My husband has also started his little projects at home. He changed the grout of our tiles in the bathroom, and cleaned up the grouts in the sala. (Tip: The best cleaning agent is to combine baking soda with zonrox and zim!) His next project is a better clothesline for our tiny utility area. 

I just have one reassurance to tell him though -  that even if I keep on planning and yakking about the renovation, he doesn't have to feel pressured to provide it at once, or to provide it at all. (Check out Chinie Diaz's fabulous blogpost about why "admiring but not acquiring" is also a good thing over at her blog www.fabafter40.tumblr.com.)

Seriously husband, I CAN wait. I'm chill. I'm all zen. And if the time comes and we really cannot make it happen, I'll always remember that "happiness is in the struggle." At least, it's another happy journey in our books.

As for the rest of you who are also in a challenging phase of your life to reach for a goal, let's just keep going. There's something better waiting for us at the end, but our struggle towards it-- well, that's where real happiness is.



Sunday, October 20, 2013

My husband's 30th birthday

Just a quick post, for posterity's sake.

My husband turned thirty last October 8. I didn't have anything grandiose for his birthday, but I wanted to celebrate it, no matter how simple, because I believed turning thirty was something big.

I had thought of a few surprises, but my husband would not really buy those sort of things. He discovered my mom's gift to him a few days too early. And he was so close to guessing everything I planned for his birthday had I not gone berserk.

So for our itinerary for his birthday, I decided to just let go of the surprise factor and wrote everything down on a simple birthday card. He woke up to this:

          

The plan was to have a light breakfast at home, then head off to Trinoma and SM North to look for my birthday gift to him. (He asked for a TV console/entertainment table that would not exceed P4,000. You could tell he was the practical one.) Then, we would have our buffet lunch at Vikings in SM North, scour Mandaue Foam in QC, and be back in Makati for a special dinner reservation at 6pm.

But before starting our day, I insisted on taking our family picture - something that would remind us how we looked like when he turned thirty. (I intend to take more pictures of us from now on.)

     

Zohan knew it was his Tatay's birthday. He said he'd give his Tatay cake, burger, and getti. But those were all Zohan's favorite foods, so I doubted if the little boy fully grasped that it wasn't supposed to be about him that day.

Anyway, Kristan and I did everything by the book. We had a really sumptuous lunch at Vikings, and paid only P700 thereabouts. The birthday celebrant's meal was free! He just needed to present a government ID with his birthday information. (I researched this in advance, coz you know, I could be practical, too!)

My biggest discovery was the block of stores in SM North which got everything home-related like furnitures, tiles, lightings, wall papers, paints, a whole lot more. Definitely my happy place! I remembered having been there before, but it wasn't something that caught my fancy at that time. Our visit proved I had truly become a homemaker. Unfortunately though, we weren't able to get anything with our tight budget. It was enough feast for my eyes.

Then we went to Mandaue Foam, which turned out to be a little disappointing. So, we decided to head back and check out the malls in Makati. Ironically, the birthday boy got what he wanted at Landmark. Lumayo pa kami di ba?!

For dinner, he had no clue that I had requested his entire family to go to Manila for a surprise birthday dinner. This little bugoy greeted him for dinner at Yakimix in Greenbelt.


Family picture.


Birthday cake from his Cristobal Family.


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Happy birthday mahal. I'll skip the cheesy part because this post should be about you, and you're anything but cheesy. Instead, I'll try to remember my take-aways from your birthday, because squeezing a learning from the passage of time pretty much sums up your idea of birthdays: 

1. No matter how difficult it is to forego of anything grand for a big day such as your 30th birthday, it will always have to be about what you want. And I have to do just that, even if it is opposed to what I personally want.

2. A ruined plan or surprise doesn't take the joy of out you because you're not a fan of it anyway. It takes the joy out of me. And I don't have to raise hell when that happens.

3. I still consider us the same carefree kids wandering about the streets of Gastambide some 8 years ago, only now with children to raise and bills to pay. And I owe the attitude of keeping it light and easy to you - the one person who knows how to make fun out of the biggest trials and responsibilities. 

4. My professor was right when he said that the worst person one can marry is a philosopher. But I'll take the worst at any given day, if it means spending a lifetime with you. Well, there goes the cheesy part. I just can't help it!

Happy 30th birthday mahal! 

Monday, July 8, 2013

Independence Day

On June 12, 2013, aside from staying at home because it was a holiday, something enormous happened to us.

We celebrated freedom from not knowing that the delay of my monthly visitor was not just a mere physiological mess-up.


We're expecting again!

Once more, my husband and I opened up ourselves to a life-long vulnerability - to pain, to worries, to financial woes, to emotional wreckage.

But likewise, and this is more important, we opened up ourselves to loving unconditionally, with only the hope of being loved the same way in return. And that is probably one of the best things in this world. So we both think it's all okay. And we can't wait for the vulnerability to begin..

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Are you raising a mama's boy?

On election day, while the rest of you were probably feeling all nationalistic as your index finger gets inked, I was stationed at a far-flung area in Bulacan to render legal support for a candidate. I am not proud of what I did, having forgone my opportunity to make a change for this country. But as Nicole Kidman sang it in Moulin Rouge, "A girl has got to eat." (And so is her family!)
 
So in between attending to election protests, I was reading "For One More Day" by Mitch Albom, to ease my boredom and sadness (from sorely missing Zohan, who was left with the in-laws in the meantime).   
Halfway into the book and I came across this line: 
"You can be a mama's boy or a daddy's boy, but you can't be both. So you cling to the one you think you might lose." 
And the inspiration for this blogpost was born.
I'd like to think Zohan is a mama's boy. First thing he says when he opens his eyes is "Nana". When his Tatay comes home from work without me, Zohan will open the door and look for me. As soon as he realizes I'm not hiding somewhere, he's most likely to cry. And he clings to me like a baby kangaroo, especially since he's nursing from me.
 
I tagged him along to my very first shooting for a TV appearance!
But he's every inch a daddy's boy, too. He plays games enthusiastically with his Tatay and he erupts into contagious laughter every time. He prefers to do the silly things with his father, mimics the latter's every move, insists on wearing his Tatay's big office shoes. When he cries, no one cracks him up more than his father. At this early, Zohan is showing signs of looking up to his father, which is not bad. Not bad at all.
 
When Zohan was much younger
So you see, there's no certainty whether Zohan is a mama's boy or a daddy's boy. To be totally honest, I'd prefer him to be both, if that is even possible.
 
But being a daddy's boy does not create as much ripples as being a mama's boy. Perhaps because as a boy, his natural tendency is to cling to his mother (as it is with little girls who usually cling to their fathers). Opposites do attract.
 
This is probably the reason why if a man turns out to be good, the credit goes to the mother. As they say, if your man treats you like a princess, it is proof that he has been raised by a queen. (Pardon the cliche.) I take it to mean that men who have so much love and respect for their mothers will most likely turn out to be responsible and loving husbands and fathers as well. That makes it mama's boys the species to look for, right?
 
But some species of mama's boys aren't exactly the creme dela creme. I can bet my ass there's also those who aren't capable of standing up for their own family, heck even for their own selves, unless the beloved mama grants her elusive approval. This makes mama's boys look weak and coward. 

So where is Zohan headed to? I guess I go back to my theory that as parents, we can only love them and guide them, but in the end, they'll grow up to be their own person. We can only try to do the best we can. At the end of the day, our kid is bound to leave us to have a life of his own. And whether he became a mama's boy or a daddy's boy wouldn't matter as much; what's more important is whether he can look back at the way he was raised with fondness, gratitude and pride.
 
Taken during his first birthday party
For now, the better of me is convinced I should tuck away my bribes in the meantime.

Saturday, April 6, 2013

Mr. Pogi

If there's one thing that I try as much as I can to be good at in this whole parenting duties,  it's my adamant attempt to equip my son with simplicity and humility.

But at this day and age, imposing simplicity and humility is perhaps as difficult as parenting itself. It's a good thing that Zohan's Tatay knows the virtues by heart, so much so that he takes charge whenever I'm manifesting signs of going astray.

In our attempt not to raise an egoistic son, we have been trying several methods of discipline which may probably be so out of the box for some. In the book Discipline without Shouting or Spanking by Jerry Wyckoff and Barbara Unell, one of my go-to guides, they stressed the importance of separating a child from his behavior. 

Source
For instance, the book says,

"Don't praise your child, but rather praise what she is doing. For example, instead of saying "You're a good girl for sitting quietly," say, "It's good you're sitting quietly." Focus your praise or disapproval on your child's behavior, because that is what you're interested in managing."

It echoed our preferred parenting philosophy in the sense that we will not be giving our son the mistaken idea that his personality is a cut above the rest, without however, depriving him of praises when he deserves it.

Everything is going along well and good, until my brother-in-law taught Zohan this cute antic that goes, Sinong pogi?


As you can probably guess, the question Sinong pogi? is being repeatedly asked in our house now, just to be graced with this cute response. That includes me, the behavorial-parent-police. 

So I guess this is what they say about loosing a certain level of control on things the minute one becomes a parent. But what the heck, I guess I just have to pray, and show our kid good examples of more substantial behaviors. For now, a little praise of how cute he really is probably won't hurt. Don't you think?

Saturday, March 16, 2013

Where to eat in Binondo

I haven't done my Where to Eat portion in a while because obviously, I have not gone outside the metro for so long! My new job has put in obscurity all my junkets, but I was okay with it since in exchange, I've been spending a lot of time with my boys.

Anyway, for our second wedding anniversary,  we opted a do-it-yourself food trail in Binondo. This was a more adventurous celebration compared to our first wedding anniversary, when we just had lunch at Chocolate Kiss in UP and then a heavy-movie date right after. Think Incredibly Close and Extremely Loud, where I cried buckets of tears. 

Anyway, here's what you can eat (and expect) at a Binondo Food Trail:

How to get there:
I would not recommend bringing your car for lack of a good parking space. And besides, the trail would require a lot of walking since most of the nooks and crannies were difficult to reach by car. If you have no qualms taking public transportation, that would be better. Just make sure to wear comfortable clothes, take care of your belongings, and ready your parasol. Majinet!

From Makati, take a bus/jeep going to LRT Buendia Station. Take the train and alight at Carriedo Station. Walk a few blocks, don't be afraid to ask around. If you see the Plaza Sta. Cruz with the Carriedo Fountain in the middle, you're on the right track. Enter through the Filipino-Chinese Friendship Arch (or Arch of Goodwill), and let the foodfest begin!

1. Shanghai Friend Siopao
This was the first on the list- a yummy siopao that's fried! The place was unassuming, so make sure to carefully look for every signage so that you wouldn't miss it. It was located along Ongpin corner Bahama Streets. Each siopao costs P16.00 each, we shared three siopaos. How was that for a cheap date? Kristan said the siopao was good, and I agreed very passionately! Eating it removed my weird fear everytime I would bite any siopao that I was actually ingesting a cat! This one tasted very "veggie", although it wasn't really made out of pure vegetables.


Shanghai Fried Siopao
This is how it's done

2. Dong Bei Dumplings
This was a small stall located at almost the tail end of Yuchengco St. (from the main road, turn to the side where a grocery stall was located). 

Their specialty was kutsay-filled steamed dumplings, which was a healthy and yummy concoction that came cheap at P100 for 8 pieces.

Kutsay-filled steamed dumplings
 Kristan found it a little overrated though. We brought some as pasalubong, but it didn't taste as good when cooked at home. Joyce said their xiao long bao was also good, but we weren't able to try it. Tip: No matter how tempting, do not order softdrinks! I finished these dumplings off with a good old coke, and that sealed the end of the food trail for me!


While we were still full from Dong Bei's dumplings, we walked around and chanced upon this little grocery store called Bee Tin. It's a haven of Chinese products that we would not normally see in a regular grocery store. Kristan brought some fresh dates, while I tried this milk tea. 


This was a little pricey so I was crossing my fingers that they would taste like my favorite Toastbox's cold teh. It was a good thing that they did not disappoint.

3. Wai Ying Restaurant

This was where we had lunch. We ordered Beef Wanton (P100)
Pardon the mess! Not really a good photoblogger, eh?

Beef Chong Fan (P65)

This was a flat dumpling with soysauce. I wasn't able to try this since I made the dumbest mistake of stuffing myself with coke. My husband said they were just okay.
  

Hakaw (P70)

They were good, one of my husband's favorites!
 
 
Siomai (P65, four pieces), which I forgot to take a photo of. 

Milk Tea (at P50 each)

I'm an ultimate milk tea fan! Even before they became a craze, I was already in love with Chowking's Nai Cha. That was why I expected a lot from the authentic ones. They were patiently made through the contraptions shown in the photo below..
Nai cha love!
 And I was so happy with the result! Their milk tea was the bomb.

There were other food stops which we opted to try some other time. The Kainan sa Estero located in an alley beside the estero was known for their crispy fried frog legs. We thought family life was adventure enough for us, so we passed up on the frogs!

Another famous food stop is the Cafe Mezzanine (located above Eng Bee Tin) known for their Soup #5, made out of bull's testicles. The proceeds from the said restaurant were said to go to the volunteer firefighters of Binondo. So if you weren't really a fan of exotic dishes, perhaps these firemen will be reason enough for you to try it out. 

There you go! We had fun doing this food trail. You should try it, too! 'Til the next anniversary =)

Wednesday, March 6, 2013

TWO.



"Hindi ko maipapangakong hindi ako titingin sa ibang babae.. Pero lagi mong tatandaan na ikaw lang ang iniisip ko.. kaya kung makita mo kong may kasamang ibang babae, wag kang magagalit..dahil para sa kin, ikaw un.. At kung hindi mo pa din maintindihan, isisi na lang natin lahat sa peer pressure!" -                              
                                  Kristan to Khaye, March 7, 2011

It's been two years since my husband announced the above informal vow during the reception of our civil wedding. And I must say, he must have thought so highly of me because I've caught him very frequently looking at girls who, in all honesty, are waaay out of my league. In that sense, he is very romantic.

My husband never gives me flowers. Not even once. And perhaps he never will. But he always makes me laugh. A lot. The other day at breakfast, I was restless and tensed about something work-related, when I saw him step out of the bedroom in boxer shorts.

Me: bat lumabas ka nakaganyan??
H: because I'm free.. And sixeh..
In short.. I'm ... FRIXEH!

Syet dba. Ganyan ang eksena sa bahay namin sa umaga.

Yesterday, (a day before our anniversary) he messaged me through BBM:

H: Mahal may pagkain ka ba?
Me: wala, bibili sa canteen later sa lunch. (But in my head, I was all OMG OMG OMG! Himala! Papadeliveran nya ba ako ng food? Nandyan ba sya sa labas with food and all? May surprise lunch reservation sa hotel? Eto naaa!! Dininig ng Dyos ang aking panalangin!)

H: Tanungin mo ako bakit..
Me: Bakit?
H: kasi..gusto ko may pagkain ka.

(Cue in political ad)

Lecheeeee.

Yes, he's corny like that. Too corny in fact that he makes me laugh against my better judgment. But when you're with a guy who makes you feel you can just laugh through anything, you will be comforted that at the end of the day, everything's gonna be alright. And that's exactly how he makes me feel, the corny jokes notwithstanding.

My husband never takes me out to romantic dinners. He shivers at the thought of romance, so if we're eating out, which is not often, we are just "eating out". Nothing really fancy, oftentimes hurried and anxious to go home to our little boy. But he takes me out of the rut- to see the world in a different light. To be kinder, reserved in judgment, and more loving. I tell you, these three adjectives, when applied on a daily basis, consumes a lot of energy. That's why I don't do it a lot! Haha. But my husband walks me through it - every single chance of every single day. So yes, we may not have candle-lit dinners, but he enlightens my soul in more ways than I can ever imagine. And life has been better for me since.

My husband never "babied" me. I am not a pampered wife who gets passes at salons or spa or treated with delicate tenderness that has to be "sundo't hatid" all the time. But he encourages me to be better - practices with me the night of my big hearings (and he plays the adversary counsel so damn good I pray to God I never encounter him in court!), tells me which dress looks more flattering in me while we are inside a girl's dressing room, lets me have the last tiny piece of chicken at mealtimes, patiently waits for me during my dental appointments, and lets me go out at my heart's content. He indulges me with freedom and independence, because he knows I am not one to be caged. I am not really pampered, but that is not to say I am not loved.

My husband is not a big fan of surprises. He despises the idea of "kilig" because for him, love is a decision, not an emotion. And I will be a hypocrite if I tell you I buy that crap of his all the time. Oftentimes, it leaves me wanting to jump at my computer and start typing Cristobal vs. Cristobal, For declaration of nullity of marriage. (Of course I'm kidding. Or not. Well, you'll never really know.) He's not a man of praises, he hardly tells me when I look beautiful or sexy. But he is a man of gratefulness - never forgets to thank me for my efforts at keeping the house, or fixing his things, or for the sheer decision to stay with him. 

The other day, I was telling him, "Mahal, thank you ha.."
H: bakit?
Me: because hindi issue sa yo kung tumataba ako or ang dami dami ko ng pimples. (Ah, girls!)
H: Oo naman. Ganun talaga..
Me: Bakit?
H: I didn't marry your body. I married your soul..

Those were his exact words. I was stunned. And right there and then, I wanted to leave his sight and delete my draft-petition for annulment. #chos

I know that some relationships, wittingly or unwittingly, has become too commercialized these days. And I commiserate with the girls who don't have flowers to post or places to check in to. I totally get you when you look at your friend's post with 50 percent happiness, and 50 percent envy. But I commiserate more with the husbands (or boyfriends) who are thought of having loved "less" just because they don't have the personality (or the money) to join the bandwagon.

Love is not only about big deeds announced everywhere - but it is also about the everyday, small stuff that happens in the confines of your private relationship. It is the silly, the mundane, the love-hate, the annoyance, and the commitment despite of it all. Love is not expecting and demanding to be treated a certain way- but finding the gratefulness to appreciate how you are treated. Love is demanding less - and giving more.

Love is two years of laughter, friendship and spiritual growth. Thank you Kristan, for giving me all of that. I look forward to more!


Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Basketball

My husband is definitely a fan of basketball. Given a choice, he would want to play in a professional league, but fate had other plans. Inasmuch as I love him to the nines, honesty has always been the rule and ego-pampering the exception in our relationship. Although he can play ball (even better when he was younger and uhm, well, thinner), he lacks the much-needed height to rule the game.

The “vertical challenge” notwithstanding, he loves the sport so much as a player and spectator. In fact, he is an avid watcher of games on TV to my ultimate detriment and annoyance. (Seriously, where is the fun in watching full-grown men fighting over a ball? Can somebody just give each player a ball and let them shoot as much as they want? How can there be so many conferences/seasons when the activity is all the same? What difference does it all make?)

But being the understanding wife that I am, I indulge my husband by sitting down with him in front of the tv during the last game of the PBA every conference. You can even hear me frantically yelling, “YOOOONN!!! CAGUIOA!!!!!!” Yeah, what a pretentious little bitch I am, because if you look at me close enough, you will notice that the hint of happiness in my eyes flows from knowing that the conference has just ended and I will hear not another buzzer again. 

But the happiness is doomed to end as I soon learn that with the end of PBA, the NBA season begins.

More than a year into the marriage and this has been practically a vicious cycle in our house. For the life of me, I just cannot learn how to appreciate basketball. I’d much rather switch the channel of the TV to Bloomberg and strain my eyes on the graphic movements of the stock market.

Then, Zohan happened to me – and he didn’t spare my feelings towards basketball from the things he planned on changing in my life.

He is actually nagtatampo in this photo. Pardon our slippers.
Looking at those images, you can already tell what he is into. But to give you a clearer picture of how much he adores basketball, try switching the channel to Basketball TV and boom! He will dance his head and motion his hands in the act of shooting a ball. How cute is that?

 Literally, basketball.


He couldn’t leave the darn ball even in his sleep.




Of course, this is no assurance that he will end up to be a good basketball player. (But I really wouldn’t mind if he does!) But with the way things are going, it seems that I will be the only bummer in the house who doesn’t get giddy every time PBA or NBA is showing. Do I want that? I don’t think so. So yes, sorry I have to go. Ginebra is on tonight.

Monday, November 5, 2012

An UPDATE! (plus some heavy thoughts)

Yep, I'm still here! I'm drowning in the sea of reflection and contemplation, but I'm glad I still managed to squeeze in two timely posts (for Halloween and for my anniversary with Kristan) after a very long hiatus. 

I've been through a rollercoaster of emotions and a series of events, hence the lack of post. I also contemplated on deleting this blog altogether, but I hung on to my mantra of late that "Nothing just happens". So okay, I started this blog for a reason - which may not be clear to me now, but it will have to unfold sooner or later. In the meantime, I just have to keep swimming (or in this case, writing). 

I also failed to keep you posted about what happened to my two golden weeks. Perhaps because aside from the lack of time, there was also a lack of face, so to speak. Obviously, things didn't pan out as planned. As said golden weeks drew near, I listed down the pre-employment requirements of my new work, my errands which had been archived in my To-Do List under "can wait", and some other personal stuff. I tried to narrow it down, but the list still filled up two pages!  

It turned out, in two weeks, I only managed to stay at home for three full days, which made me came up with this thought - that working mothers should be given an extra holiday and just call it "errand day". (Seriously, weekends are never enough to do all the errands because it's supposedly time for family! Now, if we could only find a kind-hearted sponsor in the Senate.)

Anyway, despite the long list that I had to tick off, I was still able to spend time with Zohan. We went home to my province and his Tatay's during the two weekends. 


at our home in the province
Here in Manila, I would whip up something in the kitchen every now and then:


pancakes (in the afternoon!) and Nanay's version of Jamba Juice's choco moo'd
Of course, we played (a lot!), I accompanied him to swim, we would sleep in the afternoon, I would read him books at night, I even tagged him along to do the groceries. I made sure that what I lacked in quantity, I made up for quality. 

Also, while I was on a break, I had the chance to distance myself a little from the chaos of the world. While I was at it, I finally did my husband a favor and bought myself the book The Road Less Travelled by M. Scott Peck. 

There was a little background story about that purchase. I had been bugging him for as long as I can remember that I wanted to enroll in a yoga class. When he asked me what for, I gave a straight-from-the-gut response that I wanted to loose weight. Apparently, that was the wrong answer, as I was accused of stripping yoga of its true meaning. So the next chance I got, I said I wanted to do yoga to find my center. (clever, yes?) He said okay but not without a condition: I must first steep myself in "spiritual literature" so that I can do yoga with a proper frame of mind.  Well, what do you expect? I conceded and bought the darn book from a plethora of his suggested titles. 

The Road Less Travelled was about a new psychology of love, traditional values and spiritual growth. Kristan read it when he was in college. When we went home to his province, he eagerly looked for his copy and showed it to me. As I browsed through it, a certain page immediately caught my attention. I grabbed my own copy of the book and looked for the same page.


We both highlight our books when we read

Read several years apart, and we highlighted the exact same lines!
"To willingly confront a problem early, before we are forced to confront it by circumstances, means to put aside something pleasant or less painful for something more painful. It is choosing to suffer now in the hope of future gratification rather than choosing to continue present gratification in the hope that future suffering will not be necessary."
Still on the mantra that "Nothing Just Happens", I took it to mean that delaying gratification should help me cope with the pressing issues I had at the moment. Truth be told, I have not finished reading the book yet. I wanted to digest each and every letter of it, and then take it to heart. True enough, the book helped me put things back in perspective  and "find my center", in a manner of speaking. While I'm still a work in progress, I could fairly say that it has been a real sanity saver. 

So that's what my golden weeks had been about. Quite tedious in the beginning, but I was glad I found something to slow me down towards the end. How about you? What has been saving your sanity lately? :)
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