Over the last half of the month, after my last post, things went rather awry for me. I do not understand why, but things just simply went askew… But, oh yes, I’m still alive. Breathing, at least. But barely hanging on...
Thursday, 28 June 2007
Thursday, 7 June 2007
I have finally got my apartment windows new sheets of curtain. Thanks to my mother for going with me to Panching's in San Pablo to buy the cloth and for asking her friend to sew it for me.I just love the way the sunlight going through the windows seem to illuminate the whole room because of the curtains' color and texture. Don't you? I took this photo yesterday morning as soon as the sun shone a little brighter so I can capture the 'brightness' through the sheer.
Now I can return the curtains I borrowed from my mother. Ehehe.
And...
The bench I had custom-made for me by a local furniture maker in Calauan has been delivered yesterday...
It feels so good to sit, lie down, or to simply stare lovingly at this bench. I love the fact that it is made of tangile wood, which according to my father is next to narra in quality. I am thinking of adding a thin cushion to it, covered in cheesecloth, and also decorate it with small and medium pillows in ecru and blue. Hay. Sarap ng feeling. In the first photo above, I placed one of my two Batibot stools next to the bench. The stools are my fist furniture purchase way back in 2005. I bought the two for a thousand pesos only. It's a bargain! Now they are classic pieces that my mother wants to steal. Hahaha!!!
"Bigti" Songs? Hahaha!!! You had me laughing so hard I almost feel off my chair while figuring out why a lot of people from South Africa share just one email address.
Thanks to my friend Inez, and her blog entry called "Bigti Songs" which she dedicated to me.
Hay, Nez. I really miss the old days when you and Biboy were still here.
When we'd hang out in his apartment and watch the evening news.
When the three of us would go to JJ and just drink all the alcohol we wanted.
When we'd laugh so hard at private jokes and read all those gay Star Wars script (remember?).
Those days we spent together as friends (more than mere officemates) are great, if not the best. Miss you guys!
Thanks to my friend Inez, and her blog entry called "Bigti Songs" which she dedicated to me.
Hay, Nez. I really miss the old days when you and Biboy were still here.
When we'd hang out in his apartment and watch the evening news.
When the three of us would go to JJ and just drink all the alcohol we wanted.
When we'd laugh so hard at private jokes and read all those gay Star Wars script (remember?).
Those days we spent together as friends (more than mere officemates) are great, if not the best. Miss you guys!
Monday, 4 June 2007
"C" is for Carolina. And it will be the name carrier for a product line I have been conceptualizing for a long time now. For starters, I'll do personalized, one-of-a-kind, hand-painted tee-shirts. Hah. A friend suggested I try doing bags and pouches. Will do. Ehehe. And just now, as I was tidying up my bag, I saw my plain blue folded umbrella. Hmmm...
I will create a new blog/site for the products and announce it here. Watch out for the shirts!
Sunday, 3 June 2007
SATURDAY
Breakfast: A mug of cold Milo and Skyflakes.
Lunch: Lucky Me Instant Noodles (Bulalo flavor)
Dinner: 2 slices of Buko Pie from El-Mare
(No snacks. Yup. No snacks for me.)
SUNDAY
Breakfast: a slice of cold Buko Pie
Lunch: 2 slices of cold Buko Pie and a bag of garlic and onion flavored Brean Pan
Dinner: Steamed Jasmine Rice and Tuyo flakes dipped in a mix of vinegar, sweet onions and lots and lots of siling labuyo!!!
And it all started with Friday night's dinner of Purefood's canned sisig...
Breakfast: A mug of cold Milo and Skyflakes.
Lunch: Lucky Me Instant Noodles (Bulalo flavor)
Dinner: 2 slices of Buko Pie from El-Mare
(No snacks. Yup. No snacks for me.)
SUNDAY
Breakfast: a slice of cold Buko Pie
Lunch: 2 slices of cold Buko Pie and a bag of garlic and onion flavored Brean Pan
Dinner: Steamed Jasmine Rice and Tuyo flakes dipped in a mix of vinegar, sweet onions and lots and lots of siling labuyo!!!
And it all started with Friday night's dinner of Purefood's canned sisig...
Saturday, 2 June 2007
It is quite obvious that the last two months of my life is far from blissful. I really do not know for sure how I get by. People may shun me for being too emotional, and some even think that I am just over-reacting. Hell, no. I guess no human being would want to go through the pain I go through, and it is my deepest prayer that everyone is spared from this emotional torture.
This dilemma has led me to consider an idea that has long been haunting me. Well, let us also include the fact that watching more “L Word” episodes lately has also influenced my current outlook. And that elders in the family have been constantly nagging me about my “solitary” life.
It all started with Season I’s pilot episode, where Bette and Tina decided to have a baby and began to search for a sperm donor. And so I said, why can’t I? Have a baby, I mean. For a start, I thought of adoption. I then sought the ideas and opinion of my closest friends, whose unanimous response is negative. They all want me to have a baby, yes. But they want me to have my own baby. Uh-oh. Then it became a very complicated idea.
Complicated because I do not know if I can handle it. I understand that it’s a wild idea and it entails a lot of careful planning and drastic adjustments on my part. Should I decide to pursue it.
And the biggest, most nagging, scariest question is HOW do I do it? Who would be the genetic donor in the first place? And granted that some kind soul agrees to be the donor, how do I proceed with the whole process of pregnancy? How would I deal with it living alone? How would it affect my work and career? Would I be able to keep my job if the office learns that I am pregnant and do not have a husband? (Sigh…) And later on, how do I deal with motherhood as a single parent?
Oh, hell. Why did I ever consider this idea in the first place?
See? It’s truly only a wild idea, after all. And finally, the verdict for me is to simply scrap it. Yup. Scrap the idea. Then again, the words of my godmother linger in my mind, when she told me that I am not getting any younger, and that I must do something about my life while I still can so I will not regret not having done it later on in life.
But still, it will always remain that--an idea. A scrapped idea.
This dilemma has led me to consider an idea that has long been haunting me. Well, let us also include the fact that watching more “L Word” episodes lately has also influenced my current outlook. And that elders in the family have been constantly nagging me about my “solitary” life.
It all started with Season I’s pilot episode, where Bette and Tina decided to have a baby and began to search for a sperm donor. And so I said, why can’t I? Have a baby, I mean. For a start, I thought of adoption. I then sought the ideas and opinion of my closest friends, whose unanimous response is negative. They all want me to have a baby, yes. But they want me to have my own baby. Uh-oh. Then it became a very complicated idea.
Complicated because I do not know if I can handle it. I understand that it’s a wild idea and it entails a lot of careful planning and drastic adjustments on my part. Should I decide to pursue it.
And the biggest, most nagging, scariest question is HOW do I do it? Who would be the genetic donor in the first place? And granted that some kind soul agrees to be the donor, how do I proceed with the whole process of pregnancy? How would I deal with it living alone? How would it affect my work and career? Would I be able to keep my job if the office learns that I am pregnant and do not have a husband? (Sigh…) And later on, how do I deal with motherhood as a single parent?
Oh, hell. Why did I ever consider this idea in the first place?
See? It’s truly only a wild idea, after all. And finally, the verdict for me is to simply scrap it. Yup. Scrap the idea. Then again, the words of my godmother linger in my mind, when she told me that I am not getting any younger, and that I must do something about my life while I still can so I will not regret not having done it later on in life.
But still, it will always remain that--an idea. A scrapped idea.
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