getting there

almost done,
getting there.

holiday

rushing to pack for the holidays.
time with and for the kids.
time for self.
time for rest.
more to do's.

yey!

miggy had his basketball tournament today. he showed talent. with guidance and training, he may become a great basketball player.

happiness day by day

happiness is in flux.
it comes, in small sporadic doses.
jam and anzo swimming in the pool.
miggy humming while playing with his toys by my side.
happiness is elusive.
but when it comes, it suffuses,
obliterates everything else.
take it as it comes.
store away the memories.
for the future when the darkness engulfs
and the pain comes again
in torrents.
happiness is today.
love. my kids.
by the poolside.

study.

exams are here again

the kids are done with their exams. but mine are now looming. as they say in the 90's, it's hammer time. well, i really have to study really hard as i am still enjoying my rep as the class dunce. now that miggy is off chemo, then maybe i can concentrate more on my studies. i just wish i had more time, more hands and more bodies and a whole lot more of brain. so much for wishful thinking. i have to keep reminding myself that i have to do this. i can do this. far less mortals have done it and so can i. if all those crooks in government have hurdled this. so can i. i can do more amount of good. ok, good luck, melissa. you go girl.

kids have an immense capacity to find the bright side of anything. 

my little babies are the center of my universe.

today they spend a rare time with their father, just playing chess.

these are rare moments.

today, the sun is out.

there hasn't been a day this sunny in weeks because of the tropical rains and a couple of fortunately harmless typhoons.

my sons miggy and anzo are enjoying the sun outside the garden.

happy day.

today i start work on the looming midterms.

and then on to some business about me.

for once, i will dedicate a whole day for myself and my needs.

while checking in on jam who is not yet done with her first quarter exams.

love.

live.

light.

anzo.

my beautiful

adorable

little angel.

the little twister

is quite a handful.

but there cannot be 

a cuter little bundle of joy.

i love you, baby.

you are indeed

heaven-sent.

saturday

this is the first time in four years

that my saturdays are free.

free- meaning it is not confined to cramming for class or going to the hospital for the kids' check-ups. well, technically, the check-ups are still there. but it is no longer the kind that is marred by mindless hassling to cram all those cases, provisions and annotations. especially not with those professors that do not inspire but merely wield terror.

now, my two-year old, anzo, is turning the already topsy-turvy room upside down.

and he is peeling off the lime-green blanket of his older brother so he can hide under it. and he's shrieking like a banshee again. such a lovable adorable kid. a handful yes, but still so adorable. the higher force still loves me after all. why else would he give me three beautiful angels to give me purpose, to drive me crazy with and to love all my heart with. thank you. where my three angels are fine, all is well in misty's universe.

harried life.

always hurrying.

hustling and bustling.

then why don't i lose 

the excess pounds 

in all these comings and goings.

the answer lies

in the solace

that is

in the palate.

food!

glorious food.

sure to quell 

the hunger pangs

and the void

in the pit 

where the soul

and the stomach

merge,

collide,

converge,

intertwine,

are one,

and the same.

love.

light.

food.

taste.

light.

dark.

sad. 

delectable.

empty.

delicious.

glorious.

sad.

happy.

ecstatic.

freedom

yay!

another month.

not that my angels are a burden.

it's just that the responsibility

is too heavy to carry on my own

with yet another one on the way.

so then

another cycle of freedom

from future repression

and/or oppression.

ah such sweet bondage.

i love my babies.

but life is 

one unfair load of crap.

emotional vampire

getting a hug

from you

is like 

hankering

for that

quarter piece

of anchovy

or yummy

gourmet tuyo...