Okay, this is really a belated greeting since it happened yesterday.  But nevertheless, I wanted to greet hubby and yes, we celebrated it though not really as happy as we could muster since in our attempt to make it somehow special, we went downtown and attended mass in the cathedral (the new cathedral, which by the way is with centralized aircon and beautiful sounding choir singing in the background, and ate in a chinese buffet restaurant in WestHeimer.  It would have been so good to eat out once in a while but if you really got some really pesky and not-so-adorable-at-that-time kids, you'll know what I mean.

Aside from wailing and shouting his heart out, Ouri made messes not only around and all over the table but the nearby tables as well (his quick tiny hands grabbed the table napkin we used to gather all the shells from seafood and just so toss it rather unconventionally away from the table with such speed from a toddler).  And Obing made such irritating pleads why he should not be eating (when I made sure he doesn't have his merienda so that he would eat dinner a lot) and why he should drink soda. 

To top it all, we went home a little too late and kids at this time must have

I had a talk with Kuya Rudy and he said that school system here especially in elementary thru high school is not that good unless you belong to the pre-AP classes (I have no idea what pre-AP means).  I would want my kids to study here to improve their English (spoken). 

Okay, tagalugin ko nga para di maintindihan.  Ang mga bata daw dito sa Tate, tamad.  Tumuntong na lang sa high school, di pa rin marunong.  Kaya nga raw, ang mga Asian (atbp), nag-eexcel pagdating sa academic activities.  Oo nga naman.  Sa tin pa, maski di masipag mag-aral, dahil laging sinasabihan ng magulang, compelled mag-aral.  Dito daw kasi, wala silang motivation na mag-aral kasi nga alam nila na tutulungan sila ng gobyerno, kaya nga di ba, ang iba dito, choice na nilang maging homeless?

Nung isang araw nga, narinig ko tinatanong ng isang babae yung kasama niya kung ano ang spelling ng squeaking.  Eeek!

I'm quite tired today from all the hustle and bustle of being a stay-at-home mom.  I woke up early today (ok, quarter to 9am was quite early for me here since most of the time I woke up around 10am and the kids a quarter after) so I was able to finish all the laundry (the nice thing about laundry here is that you just have to put all in the washing machine, and put them in the dryer after - no more ironing since if it's still hot from the dryer, hang it and presto, it's pressed!), did some cleaning (it's more of picking up the the mess the kids left) and went out.

We went to Greenspoint Mall where they have this playground for kids that's free minus the heat of the sun.  We were hanging around there for hours and then I roam around and got myself some undies from Victoria Secret (hey, it's SALE which is worth around 3.99 each, hahah).  Then we went home.

So, tired me but still I'm up and blogging and listening to my cp's instrumental.  Don't you just love instrumental music, so comforting to the soul and makes me go emo. Makes you get acquainted with the lost you, hoping to get back on track amidst the busy world. 

While you're listening you heave a really heavy sigh to let out stress accumulated in your muscles and veins,  and then breathe out tension.  Good exercise.

As I was listening and trying to relax, I really think that I only get to relax at this time, when the kids are all in bed.  It made me feel all the other feeling deep inside me I was not able to think of when I was busy doing other things.  It made me forget how vulnerable our body is from stress, it makes physical symptoms that makes you go worrying.   But this time, I'm not allowing it to stress me.

Sigh.  Don't you just love hearing instrumental?  (I'm repeating how good it is because I keep hearing good background music and I can't stop appreciating it).  I especially love Korean music, the instrumental ones, soooo beautiful.  Hearing it makes you find emo.

Tissue please...

Ahhh...This is exactly whatever.

I was thinking of studying nursing but the thought of returning the kids back home is kind of a no-no.  My second told me already there's no way they would go back home and me return here, with a firm statement: Because you are our mother'.  Simply said.  Direct to the point.  Who can argue with that?

Just because we were opting to better our lives does not mean we should sacrifice not giving the kids the affection they need from us.  So, nursing at this time is not an option for me.  But since I am wanting to harness whatever skills I have, I need to study something or boredom will kill me (I'm a SAHM).

So, hubby suggested that why not pursue my dream to become a CFA and enroll in the program?  Yeah, I guess I kind of forgot the idea of becoming the CFA I wanted to be (hey, recession time in the financial industry) but that doesn't mean that firms don't need some sort of expertise.

So here I am again, looking forward to taking the Level 1 exam.  And I'm torn between December 09 or June 10...I've got six months to study for that on December and more in June.  Which is which?

Okay, health issues.

I'm kind of having an ear problem (my sinus builds up with fliud I think) and my throat keeps bugging me (I know it's not tonsilitis or strep throat since one most obvious fact on those things is that it's hard to swallow, and I don't have a hard time swallowing just yet).  I think it got irritated with my constant annoying habit of getting the stuffed mucus in my sinus which made the upper side of my throat irritated.

With my stomach, it's getting better now thanks to Nexium.  My chest pains lessened too.

With all of these things going on inside my body, one of the rules to follow is to always drink a lot of water...glug, glug, glug.

Now, I'm crossing my fingers as I bid for that set of CFA Level I books in Ebay.

A few weeks from now (exactly 2 weeks), we're finally joining hubby.  At this time, it's really a mixed feeling of worry and excitement.  I feel excited with the prospect of finally experiencing the land of milk and honey (as thy say), anxious and worried with what it offers me since I am in particular, been born with a silver spoon (hahahah).  Nah, not that we have a lot of money because we don't, but ever since, there's somebody to do chores for me.  Or it's just that my mom spoiled me.  I do know household chores to the letter, but with people around to do it for me, my hectic sked does not include house chores.  Now that I'm coming over to make my hubby's life a little less stressful (or a lot more!), I'm going to do just about everything!  My SIL is worried about me, my family friends cannot imagine me with the house stuff and they kept teasing me that I would be telling my mom to come over and help me!  Hah! 

With the determination I have, I believe I can really do it - I know it will not be easy, but I know, through constant practice and a lot of hardwork, I'm going to master the situation...^^v

I'm not feeling very well right now since I have this colds that do not seem to wanna get out of my system, my voice sounds stuffy, but my colds is just inside me. What made it discomforting is the fact that i feel a little pressure just below my right neck that made me go hypochondriac again. Why?

Well, I went to this bookstore and go through the discount books and out of nowhere, I picked up the one book I avoided earlier, the Brain Tumor book. And to think I'm having these head pressures which I feel is because of my colds and yes, I think I have to rest my eyes since this is the major factor why I'm having headaches (I'm astigmatic). Then again, I am lifting all my troubles to the Almighty, make better use of my time that think of these worries that do not help me at all in any way.

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