When we were younger, my sister and I have this late night "tea party" ritual; hot chocolate instead of tea, using our mom's fine china. It was a nice sister bonding ritual. Wish I could do one with her right now. So near yet so far...

Tears

...of laughter

...of sadness

it cleanses
it purifies
it rejuvenates

it has a mind of its own, sometimes you cannot control it...it just...flows...

Jumbled thoughts on this snowy day

So, it's been roughly six years since I updated this blog. Was'nt planning to but I've been feeling a bit down lately. Free flow writing. Just putting into paper whatever comes to mind. Tears on my eyes, thoughts jumbled, music in the background. The world is round. I knew it. All good things usually come to an end. Torn between two close friends. Toxic workplace. Noone to really talk to. Faith on one's self and faith in God keeping me standing. If the world becomes unbearable and you're tired of keeping yourself upright, kneel they said. Might just do that. Why did it become so complicated? Adulting is hard. Self-realizations. I need the beach. I need to see a beautiful sunset. I need to feel that everything will be ok. It will, won't it?

i therefore name thee DONKEY

'coz you're a certified ASS!
asshole

The equivalent term of bitch for a man. 

An inconsiderate, arrogant, uncaring, selfish, borderline sadistic, apathetic, mean, spiteful, dishonorable, bastard of a man who could tempt the Pope into a fight.

shiver

“They took to silence. They touched each other without comment and without progression. A hand on a hand, a clothed arm, resting on an arm. An ankle overlapping an ankle, as they sat on a beach, and not removed. One night they fell asleep, side by side...He slept curled against her back, a dark comma against her pale elegant phrase.”

 ― A.S. Byatt, Possession

postsecret postcard of the week

i'm glad i'm not the only one who feels the same way...

oh adele....

it's perfect how you string the words together. such honest emotions.

hello, 2011!

Finally! I got a job after four years from graduation and almost 2 years of hospital volunteer service (that's a nurse's reality in the Philippines today).

I'm a little overwhelmed with the work and responsibilities involved, but i kinda like it. Research, database management, encoding, following-up cases, coordinating with youth orgs are just some of the things I will be involved in. It's a new "side" of nursing....more on advocacy and research on birth defects (babies+genetics).

I guess my background in a science high school and my other college degree won't go to waste after all ;p

*happy dance*

and then there was light!

must.cut.umbilical.cord.

white crayon

My mind flashed back to a time we were fighting over my crayons. I wouldn't let her have any of them, and she went and tattled to Mom. Mom said I had to give her at least one so I gave her white.

I waited for her to figure out what I had done while I silently busted a gut and applauded my evil genius. But she had walked off contentedly and sat down at her white piece of paper to draw me a picture of sugar, salt, and snow.

Harley Altmeyer, BACK ROADS

I'd like to think I'm this little girl whenever someone gives me a "white crayon".

I've read The Cement Garden before reading this book. Sad and kinda sick. I was more entertained by this book, though.

Makes me appreciate my family more so than before.

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Dexter season 5 has started in the US. I can't wait until Fox Crime Asia airs it here in the Philippines! And and Julia Stiles joining the show, double yey!

cuteness

miky in her lil tub

Anouk - Love

powerful voice, powerful song:

rant

You do all the things you're supposed to do, follow the rules, make all the adjustments, for what??

Sometimes things just doesn't work the way you like/plan it.

Universe, please cooperate.

daba-daba

What a way to start the morning.

I woke up due to the (lo)commotion outside the street. When I looked over the window, people were running and shouting and there was black smoke everywhere. At first I thought it was just my mom's backyard fire gone wild! She usually piles up dry leaves and trash in the backyard then burn them (tigul-it na, indi gd magpati nga indi na pwede gnahimo nya). But no, she was downstairs shouting and asking my niece to find her anti-hypertensive meds. In short, ga sala-sala. My father, in true blue ususero mode, was out in the street asking the what/where/why of the commotion.

I, on the other hand, am frantically trying to find the contact number for the police/fire station. FAIL! I discovered 166 does not work. It's supposed to be the local emergency hotline. Next, I tried Lapaz PD but the line was busy. The telephone directory cover where the emergency numbers are listed was torn. *shrug* I'm sure one of the neighbors have called the fire department by now. *cue fire alarm*

Going back to my mom. If she had the power to be in two places at once, she would have used that power earlier. One to find her meds and the other gathering her important documents, jewelries and maybe the oven and refrigerator, too. But since she needed a little help, I found her meds IN HER BAG, calmed her down a bit, and almost tripped on the pile of folders/envelopes on the floor. At least she achieved one of her goals hehe

Anyhoo, the fire was two houses away from us. The usual faulty electrical wiring was the culprit. The fire was contained after about 30 minutes.

The upside to all these was when I saw two chinoy volunteer firemen park beside our house and gear up in their uniform. HOT! I'm one of those women who find men in uniform sexy ;p

So after all the hoolala, I'm trying to find the emergency numbers that actually work, save them in my phone and thanking God (and the firemen) for our safety.

Update:

117 is the current 3-digit hotline for criminal reports and local government agencies in Iloilo City. It's working, I tried.

3-0

I should be happy, but i'm not.

I don't want to celebrate. I don't feel like it.

nega.

turtles

I'm fascinated by turtles.

1999 was the year I bought my very own pet. A red-eared slider, 3 inches long. Cost me 150 bucks. I named him after my favorite musician, Ludwig (never knowing the turtle's sex at that time). Good thing it's a HE.

You can't go wrong with having a pet turtle. Provide some space, a little water, food, interaction and that's it.

I always thought turtles were herbivores. Well, they're not. Ludwig ate the tails of 75% of his aquarium-mates, the angel fishes, during his growing years.

He was a year old when our helper gave me two more turtles(local ones, brown and ordinary). I named them "daku" and "gamay".

So there they were. Three turtles imprisoned in a small aquarium. For three years I kept them there, playing(turtle marathon) with them once in a while. Most of the time forgetting about them.

Then one morning I decided to set them free. Free to roam the backyard, that is. They were everywhere. Near the well, under the "dapug", all over the grass, floating when the backyard is flooded. It's quite fun to watch them crawl and snap at the dogs during mealtimes. One time, Ludwig (he's the more adventurous of the three) crawled out and crossed the street. Good thing our neighbor saw him and gave him back to us. He was quite grumpy after that (Ludwig, not our neighbor).

Turtles are useful too. I brought Ludwig during our zoology class' show-and-tell as our group project. He was quite large after 4 years, about the size of my palm. Everybody was gushing on how cute he is (second only to the other group's baby goat, but i digress). He responded by nipping and cutting my classmate's finger. The class then learned that turtles do not carry RABIES. The discussion was funny actually. Stupid but funny. My classmates never forgot Ludwig.

Last month, I bought another turtle. It was an unplanned purchase. We were on our way down from Mambukal resort's "7 Falls" when this child came up to me asking if I wanted a turtle. I asked the child what he'd do to the turtle if it wasn't sold. He answered in a matter-of-fact way "I-adobohon kag kan-on magdaku sya e." *gulp* So that's how I went home with another turtle. A small, malnourished turtle worth P20. I keep telling myself the deal was a steal plus I "saved" a turtle's life. His name's Mambu, btw.

So what's the point to all these stories? Nothing. I just felt like writing about my growing pet turtle collection.

Here's a photo of Ludwig taken last year when he graced me with his presence. He needed a bath.

return of the comeback

Oh blogspot, how i missed you so!

I was browsing my previous blog entries and I kinda missed writing again. Too many things have happened but it felt too little in the grand scheme of things. ah basta

Plus, I felt disappointed with my posts. Maybe because I felt self-conscious about every post in the latter years(since more people knew about it. more = greater than 2 persons) that my writing style became awkward and became more of a will-this-please-them blog entry.

So, I'll just write. Write what I feel. Write whatever idea comes to mind. Right? Right.

In other news:

Rafa won the Wimbledon and all clay court championships.
La Furia Roja won the 2010 World Cup.
What a year for Spain.
What a year for all fan girls all over the world.

I know, the 2010 World Cup deserves a separate post. *giggle giggle*

oh no!

since my sister gave birth last month, my mom has been asking me to teach her how to use the computer and log-in to skype so she could video chat with my sis and new niece. big uh-oh!

it's only a matter of time before she discovers the wonders of facebook, youtube, etc. *cringe*

what happens when you're facebook "friends" with your mom/dad/tita?? i mean, my sis, BIL, and i are friends in FB, but parents??

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i can totally see my mom doing this but in hiligaynon LOL

yay for the internet!