The Time Traveler's Wife...

I got to see The Time Traveler's Wife the other day. Although beforehand, I must admit I wasn't really bent on watching it. Then Sweetie insisted I watch it with him and so I did.  I thought it was again another one of those movies involving a machine or a gadget that could make you travel back and forth into time. But I learned that this movie is not at all like that. It's about this girl, Claire, who loves this guy, Henry, who has a rare genetic disorder wherein he has this uncontrollable ability to travel through different time periods in his life. In fact, they first met each other when she was only 6 years old and he was maybe in his 20's during one of his travels through time.  That meeting started the very special bond between the two of them which will last for a long time. Eventually after many years, they met in the present time and fell in love and got married.  One time when he got back from his travel they won the lottery because he already knew  the winning numbers. Which made me think, that is one thing I would definitely do if I was a able to travel through time. Basically, the story revolved around their life together, Henry's capability to travel thorugh time and how they both tried to cope with its repurcussions and most importantly their great love for each other which transcends through time. The movie made me wonder what it would feel like to have a disorder such as what Henry has. It would be amazing to be able to travel through time and re-live some moments in my life, good or bad and I could see what the future is as well. But then it seems that this ability is a bit futile since I am not able to change anything at all. In a way, it may be a gift but at the same time it is also a curse. This movie has a lot of interesting and heart-warming scenes and I could say I really enjoyed it and I recommend it to someone who hasn't watched it yet. It's also nice to see with that special someone in your life. Thank you for sharing this movie with me Sweetie.

Proud Momma...

Everyday I find something in my kids to be proud of. I am so blessed and it feels so good to be their mom. Today, we went to their school.  This is because my son who has been sick for two weeks of chicken pox had to take a special test for the five subjects he missed for their fourth quarterly exams(the last exams before summer vacation). He was able to finish all five in just four hours. Some of his teachers were already able to check four of his five papers right after and gave it back to us right away. Out of the four which were checked  he got one mistake in the two subjects. The other one has four mistakes, last one eight mistakes. His adviser was really impressed with his performance because he knows that my son just got out of sickbay and he has not fully recovered and yet he told us that his scores is one of the highest among all 3rd graders in the whole school.
On the otherhand, last night my daughter's adviser gave us a call to inform us that my daughter is included in the recognition day slated on  March 25, Thursday. She is going to be awarded Best in English.  Some of her teachers whom we bumped into in school this morning were congratulating her and I can't help but feel elated.
Having such good and beautiful children like them is already a blessing, all these accolades they are getting in school is just an added bonus for me. And I am glad because even after all these, my kids have remained humble and simple.  It brings a smile to my heart and it definitely makes me one proud momma!

Collector's Item...

A Collector is someone who collects anything and I am one. Ever since I can remember I have been collecting things(all sorts of 'em). Until now I still don't know what it is about collecting stuff that I like. All I know is that it makes me happy and I have fun doing it. Maybe I got it from my Mom because as a child I would watch her and her collections of keychains, crystal figurines, blue and white china. So you can say it's in my veins. For my part I have collected a lot(and i mean a lot!) of stuff as well. To name just a few of my collections, i have angels, butterflies, sunflowers, birdhouses, dream catchers, baby figurines, anything and everything purple, bags, dangling earrings, bracelets, watches, shoes, sunglasses, wallets. My husband doesn't understand why I have to have so much of these things. I guess he never will. He probably thinks more of me as a clutterbug. Other people who donot have a passion for collecting things won't be able to fathom as well. They will never know the pleasure or the satisfaction that I have when I add another object to my collection. It's feels like being a kid again and tasing ice cream for the first time.  All that I can say is just that, I love and enjoy being one.

Schoolyear 2009-2010 is over?!

Whew!Time flies so fast. Academic year 2009-2010 is already finished. Well, at least in my kids school(PISQ) it is!  That's one schoolyear that went by so fast in my books. It only seems yesterday that my daughter, Angel had her graduation from 6th grade and I was having mixed feelings regarding her journey into high school. You know, thinking of the what if's that a mother may have with regards to her daughter finally entering the teen age world. It was the same with my son, Gabe who was gabbing(a little bit of pun there) how excited he was to be in 3rd grade. He was really raring to go on that memorable 1st day of school way back June 2009.And then, I just woke up the other morning and realized it was their last school week of this year and in a few months they will again begin another year in school.  Where did the days go?! 

My Treasures...

My Children are my treasures. They are my angels on earth.God gave them to me so that together with their father(my husband, of course) finally my life is complete. They give me so much joy and happiness. One girl and one boy, two kids, its just the perfect number for me. We always play and goof around. These moments we share is pure bliss. Somebody told me that my kids are growing like weeds and she was right. As days go by they are growing, maturing. I am glad to see that they are not babies anymore and they already have minds of their own. But at the same time also sad, for I know that time will come when they will live their own lives. Apart from me but still with me. There's special bond between us that no one could ever sever.  But then I guess that will still be years from now. As of the moment I will savor every minute, every second I spend with them. Making beautiful, wonderful memories together that I shall bring with me till the end of time...


Mothers and fathers hold their children's hands for just a little while...and their hearts forever...

Why Women Cry?

Why Women Cry




A little boy asked his mother, 'Why are you crying?' 'Because I'm a woman,' she told him.


'I don't understand,' he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, 'And you never will.'


Later the little boy asked his father, 'Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?'


'All women cry for no reason,' was all his dad could say.


The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.


Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, 'God, why do women cry so easily?'


God said:


'When I made the woman she had to be special.


I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,


yet gentle enough to give comfort.


I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.


I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.


I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.


I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.'

'You see my son,' said God, 'the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.


The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.'