Don’t Ask About The Gap…

Look it has been 5 years since I last posted a blog here! It’s so amazing I discovered this blog while internet surfing.  Why didn’t I go on?  I did, in another blog…and then another blog…don’t ask my why. It’s just it.  Shame, shame , shame…look at all the boys’ pictures 5 years ago…then I stopped.  Many, many life changing events took place in between. All events are life changing of course. What isn’t?

I used to think that people will enjoy my entries. But this will change. I am continuing so that my kids will enjoy reading on.  My goal audience…my children. All of them. So let’s begin again.

It’s April 9, 2015. It’s Thursday and it is a holiday.  Topper and I spent a part of this morning in a coffee shop in Shangri-La.  He studied while I agonised over passwords i couldn’t remember. I am such a klutz with passwords. Who needs passwords?  Why can’t  computers  give up the passwords when it senses the owner struggling with guesses?  Thank God we had a popular shop upstairs that fixed my dilemma.  Next disaster, our wifi stick had a password I also could not remember. Topper couldn’t log in, couldn’t access his bilingual dictionary.   Lesson learned , use very easy passwords. Stop imagining that access is so precious  that sharing is not allowed. Just put very easy passwords.

At home, all is quiet. There are no passwords at home. What’s my next challenge?


Here’s The Inevitable…or so they say…we can fight this! NO TO ALZHEIMER!


This is not to scare any of us. This is to warn us! It is really happening. Daddy has a sister who has it…clear as day…she does not know us anymore! Hindi si Aunt Fido ok! Aunt Fido keeps herself busy… Aunt Estring, does she have it? Medically , it has to be declared before we conclude. But we ALL have the symptoms! Go to the link first before reading on.

When I was small and younger, because I am still small but older, I remember relatives calling elderly names like ‘ulyanin’ ‘nagbabata’ na. In English, ulyanin is simply forgetting what is supposed to be the unforgettable daily things of life. Nagbabata is second childhood. That is regression towards infantile behavior, characteristic of bed bound, really old folks. It is a behavior, but not a medical condition. We do not become infants again. He He!

From the list of the 10 symptoms of creeping alz, which one have you experienced often? I am guilty of 3 symptoms already! #1,5,7 No sh……..!  So what will I do? List down those 3, and be proactive. The nature is described, so do what you need to to contradict its’ onset. In one of the three, about colors, I am not sure if it’s a symptom or I have color difficulty. Up to now, i confuse pink with orange,et al…I do not like other colors but black…Chris says I have color blindness,mild lang…black is easy to tell…but other colors, we argue.

This makes it very very hard when buying make up. It has always been ate Bu who has bought for me because I always choose wrong. Ate Sandy gives me too, but I find that the colors do not agree with me, and it’s because I do not see the colors right. Ha ha ha ha!

So, when I buy lipstick,  for example, I choose the wrong one, ALWAYS! To my sight, it is right. But Chris is ever so honest to tell me , it is not right!

How about you?

Check out the symptoms and see how you can fight it. Walang ulyanin sa probinsya noon kasi lahat sila nagtratrabaho sa bukid. Busy ang mga isip nila, busy sila. Huwag tayo magpapakulong sa malungkot na mundo ng ‘Alzheimer.’

Homeschool in a Reunion…

    Family reunions are priceless occasions to reconnect, meet new relatives, revive memories, remember departed ones, see what’s up ahead for the new generations. What reunion is thought of as useless anyway? But I think what normally goes on is that people are told about reunions, given dates to save, given costs or fees to pay and then are expected to just pop us and contribute fun.   It takes quite a planner to organize a precious event, put people together, propose a program, keep people informed. It is a monumental task indeed. If you want to put more depth into one. It can be done. But you need time, lots of heads thinking and contributing, lots of people involved. The recent reunions we had were very precious ones…yet it can always grow better.

     Perhaps in the next year/s to follow, I shall oblige my homeschooler to help organize the proposed reunion to happen again. Let’s see how things will swing! But for sure, it will happen, IF, a reunion is contemplated on. After all, people do save up, go on leave of absences, and travel all the way back to the country. It is quite an effort for those living outside the mother country. So now, for those already in the venue country, perk up and do the leg work. Let’s see. Let us make it more than just special.

     Don’t ever forget, in our last reunion, despite the cheery atmosphere of reuniting with one another, there’s the air of sadness where the elderly are progressing into their condition called ‘alz.’ It’s sad to not be recognized anymore. It’s sad to not be able to hear their contribution to stories. It’s sad to see the younger, newer members of families not be able to connect to what older members know. It’s sad not to see family history in family reunions. All family reunions have priceless history to be told and retold. Don’t let it stop.

     I now remember when I was a little girl. I would occasionally meet elderly members of my mother’s of father’s family, watch them recall stories, hear them recall names I hardly know, see them laugh and even try to  include me in their laughter like I know what they are talking about! I just sit there, and stare with a fascinated daze, in my mind, “what are you people talking about?”   No I do not want my children to be like me, like that! 

     Each person has a story to tell. Each story has a relevant role into  the family’s total history. If any one  person goes unrecognized, unheard, then the facts of history, the story is not complete. And this thins out the family history. Who knows what substantial stories we do not know since our grandparents’ time? But they were born during Dr. Jose Rizal’s time period. They were there! And we do not know much! 

     If we exert a little more effort towards garnishing family reunions, perhaps our homeschoolers would appreciate their Social Studies subjects more.  This is not an imposition. These are just my thoughts. There’s a lot of Civics in family reunions. We might as well discover things in depth.