super presents

presents of our
dearest daughter, on camera.
from us, family and friends.
happy new year!

simply saccharine

The year swift through like the fastest of hurricane,

and my baby transformed into a little lady right before my eyes.



Our lives revolve around our tiny highness ; our schedule, the chores, our utter joy. It has been exhausting. I have to pause and ponder about how she makes our existence much more meaningful, much more fun.

I would have preferred to write more, read more, cook more perhaps but the routine with the high chair and when the weather is brighter and sunnier, the pram, takes precedence over blogging concerns. I'm not much into social media. I don't share much pictures on Facebook. I'm not in Instagram. I don't moan on Twitter. As I have written before on these very pages, family and friends can always text or email me for communication purposes.

The toddler years do not take long. They're such sweet years, especially after spending time with our resident sweetness.

Christmas Tree

Merry Christmas!

punishment of the season

My cough had been bad, in addition to running high temperatures several times since September. Waking up in the middle of the night pyrexic and knowing you have a running toddler to soothe and nurture for hours and hours on end despite your rough state of health, is heartbreaking. I blew my few days off being ill. The cough debilitated my existence.

I don't like going out. The highlight of my days is usually commuting to work and back. It's sad I know. I blame the weather and the microbes that proliferate when the environment is moist. There are also encounters with people who have been out and about in the winter gloom in close proximity of the population. So here I am, just needing some rest, needing a bit of reprieve from the stress. How to accomplish that is still very much a mystery.

social media highs (and lows?)

Some people tweet or uses Facebook and Instagram a lot. But I like words in paragraphs. Photographs may speak a thousand words. But they're easily reproduced even by our chosen clique.

In my school days, there was no Internet. I had to join the school paper to quench the thirst to write. There was also the opportunity to pick the minds of authentic thinkers. To discuss pages contents of our paper with the editorial staff during meetings was pretty cool. It was fascinating to converse with the student writers. Although I haven't seen most of them maintain a blog now. Or I'm just unaware of their many ventures.

Maybe Facebook is great. It's convenient for emails. Instagram, I like lurking on celebrity pages. Although it eternally leaves me gasping for more profound thoughts and half of the slebs followers are bashers. On Twitter, people tend to over tweet. If tweeting can replenish their souls every five seconds, that's fine. I can follow sports in real time on Twitter or the Miss Universe pageant. For my entire opinion about Twitter though, you can easily text/ email me if we're friends.

Facebook, Instagram, Twitter in essence, provide opportunities for friends to comment. There would be more folks who maintain account in either of the three social media platforms than Blogging. And we like it when there's a response to our postings. As if we're essential to their lives. We're Sally Field winning our second Oscar. Our mission in this world is to be liked.

winter, dec

It has been dark, wet, stormy, nippy. I've been sick, my little girl's, the hubby. It's definitely not a charm coughing my way to a weakened, debilitating existence. I cannot do any chores. I was merely lying in bed and get siphoned into a snarky feeling of discontent. I should do more, save more, read and write more, iron the pile of clothing that's taunting the very basic core.

If only the cold, overbearing autumn, then winter, doesn't let me down, I would cross stitch or learn to crochet or decipher the code to comfort.