vetlongwalks home & pf

it's been a while since i visited this li'l place. haha, i guess i'm being my lazy self thus the no updates. nah, this is a flat out LIE...hehe a few weeks back, achinette called my attention for failing to write anything. when she did, i reasoned that i opted to stay away from the blogosphere for my thoughts the past few months were anything but happy thoughts. i was consumed with too much negativity that i didn't want to put the negativity in writing. more than the negativity, i was overwhelmed with fear of being alone in the coming years. i guess, you can say that i was a bit depressed the past few months and i hated to admit it to the world. although, my psych background, tells me that i don't have the symptoms of clinical depression. everyday activity wasn't hampered, i continue to make future plans, evident hygienic behavior [haha, i still get out of bed - shower, brush etc], NO suicidal ideation... so yay - VERY SAFE from being committed to the god-forsak

two weekends passed. on both weekends i was away from my pet house. august 21-24 long holiday was spent in the island of camiguin down south of the country. meanwhile, august 29-september 1 long holiday was spent out of the country - singapore, woohoo!!! there's so much to write about my trips, unfortunately - it's only now that i got my internet back. it's only this morning that globe finally visited my place to replace my defective modem...

this was where i spent my childhood years. the house wasn't ours. we rented it until we were forced out when the landlord decided to sell the land where this house stood. if my memory serves me, we were the second to the last family to vacate the place [or where we the last??]as the house owned by my other's aunt was still occupied by another renter. see, it took a while for 'nay lilia's [+] tenant to find another place to move to and my mother [i think, at my 'nay lilia's insistence]didn't want to be separated from good 'ole punta princesa [she's lived here since she was 15!] and aunt, who provided food and shelter for her when she left her hometown of balamban. thus, we had to wait for the tenant before we could transfer to my mother's aunt's house. the above picture was taken right after typhoon ruping ravished cebu. incidentally, this was a few days after my younger brother celebrated his 7th birthday [see the balloon?]. although the str

i've no special reason, except that i've this nagging urge to post whatever it is that I had for breakfast during the day. these breakfast posts, however, will not be on a daily basis as i'm always running late and thus have to take my breakfast elsewhere [sa kilid.kilid na karenderia sa office, sa burp, or skip breakfast altogether]. the ones i'll post here are just the ones i myself prepare and eat at my pethouse. omelette, and leftover fried chicken with rice and coffee

by august 16, i would have lived at my pethouse for a year. despite that length of time, i still don't know how to cook, [LOL!!!] saved for frying egg and whipping up macaroni in spaghetti sauce. so it's no surprise that my breakfast meal isn't as grand as i would love it to be. i can't help but be reminded of the best breakfast i've had in the long time. this was last july 11 at flapjacks, glorietta in makati. the pix above was actually taken at flapjacks, greenhills last june 7 when my college friends and i went to manila to attend lily's blessing/christening. i ordered garden omelette with hash brown and toast i had this again because i so loved it when i first had a taste of it back in greenhills. interestingly, i had this in the middle of noon, a little past lunch time. see? OR perhaps because it's the one breakfast where i didn't have to eat alone. armando ordered chicken tocino with well done sunny side up and java rice OK, enough with my midnig

hmmm.... a serving of potato salad with tuna and toasted bread [not made from a toaster, hehe]

i'm usually excited to greet my birthday, but not this year. no special reason except that i just don't feel like celebrating. it's probably because this year is the year i turn the big THREE - ZERO. anyhow, i still ended up celebrating - not just in the way of parties or the like. woke up sometime eight in the morning and read up message greetings from a few friends. then i hit my pink room to do twenty minutes of cardio and forty-five minutes of yoga. famished from the workout, i heated the macaroni in spaghetti sauce i made the night before and toasted some bread to go with the pasta. watched a couple of episodes of Avatar. after the late breakfast, i hit the shower to go to my parents house in labangon. apparently, my father cooked my favorite "pochero" dish, while my mother made me pancit canton..hehe, i can easily be lured by these two dishes anytime. so off i went to labangon. on my way there, i dropped by SM to buy some small cake over at Leonas, then to

i had an early appointment with my o.b. last saturday. thus, i had to leave mactan and set aside the chore of doing my laundry. i could very well do my laundry in the afternoon, but weird me has this thing against returning to mactan when the sun is still up. thus, instead of heading back to my pet house, i headed to our office to get some work done [yeah, very interesting and fun alternative [roll eyes!!]. sunday wasn't any ideal day either for doing my laundry and ironing of clothes. see, at sometime noon, the power went off and along with it, the water. guilty. i woke up really late as i had to make up for lost sleep due to that long friday night. it wasn't until sometime 6 o'clock in the evening that the water came back and the power to be back up. since, my plan had been botched up already - i decided to spend the rest of the night watching episodes of the Legend of the Seeker, Book 1 of Avatar: The Last Airbender cartoon. since both tasks were at the back of my mind t

had a really late friday. we had this little basketball tourney in the office and the game lasted sometime eleven o'clock [i, think]. after the games, i didn't immediately go home because my stomach protested of hunger. see, i skipped dinner as we had this friday ritual of eating pancit canton and bread in the pm prior to the games. so, it was kinda expected that hunger pangs would come calling after six hours or so. although, line and some others from the office invited me to go to the larsian with them, i opted to eat some other place, hehe... i've nothing against the company, love them all except that my little crazy brain kept shouting "daghan ra kaayo sila, vet for you to handle.." i don't know what's wrong with me, but too many people sets off an alarm bell in my head. so instead of joining the throng, i dragged arn.arn and john to some other barbecue place. we had dinner of grilled pork belly [mine], bangus [john's], barbecue, and dried squid [a

it's 12:06 A.M., yet the neighbors' little party and drunken session are still in full swing. i don't mind this kind of noise if done early in the morning or at least if the sun is still up - or if one would really stretch my patience at least 10 PM. it's freakin'past midnight already and they're still at it - roaring with drunken laughter. i guess, this is the price of not being able to afford those fancy subdivisions where neighbors keep to their little selves and party within the confines of their own homes. ---- next day. interestingly, i managed to doze off sometime past one o'clock amidst the irritating conversations i could hear from my bedroom. [yeah, they're drinking just right outside my front doors.]

i like the peace and quiet of my weekend. although by four o'clock in the afternoon, the neighborhood's quietness is now disrupted by the noise of the kids' playing outside. i don't mind this type of noise as i kind of like kids. hopefully, this noise won't be added by adult noise brought by afternoon drunken session. like any other weekends, my day starts past twelve noon. if i'm not hungry by the time i wake up, either i hit my pink room for an hour of yoga or i directly turn faith on to do some surfing on the net. if my stomach grumbles, then i'm forced to whip up something from my little kitchen and then face faith again to watch either a downloaded movie or a tv series. the past weeks, it's mostly an episode of Mental, True Blood, Legend of the Seeker, and recently the animation series Avatar. by a couple of hours or more, i debate whether i continue watching tv series or gather my dirty clothes and do my laundry. as of writing, i just folded my la

my apologies as this is another repost from my defunct friendster blog. i'm still attempting to build my li'l history here. "a different week" aug. 16, 2008 nope. i didn’t find a boyfriend. it was far from that [LOL!!!] i describe the week past as different because i spent the entire week, well, almost a week at my pet house in mactan. eh? what’s so special about that? nothing really except that it was something that i never imagine would happen. me, moving out of our house and trying to make it on my own. although i’m already 29, my experience in household management is next to zero. unbelievable as it is, i’m a 29-year old piece of humanity who is still waited on by an entity we call "mother." at home, i’m served my food each meal, including a mug of milk each morning. i don’t do my own laundry, wash the dishes, or do some house cleaning. i’m a non-contributing member of the household as all i do is sleep, eat, go to work. well, the sleep-eat-go to work ro

the early part of 2007, january, is still very clear in my head. it's during this time that talks about getting myself a house first started. it's the first time that a concrete action was taken leading to accomplishing one of the items in my high school list. well, read on my uncertainties regarding house ownership. generally, take a peek at the reason why getting a house is foremost in my mind. jan. 27, 2007 mission focus in my earlier blog, i mentioned about a mission. up until now, even with a slight fever and headache… i’m still ramming my head over it. geez, i don’t know what’s scaring me. i find the mission i’ve placed on my shoulder really daunting. my instinct is yelling to back out of it, before i get too involved and be suck under in the quicksand fast. yet, my ever reliable little brain is yelling with equal force "don’t be a moron, vet. you can do this." ha. truthfully i’m scared as hell. i’ve never been scared in my life. i wasn’t even that scared when i

when i decided to go for mission mactan and get myself one li'l row unit, i only thought of the PhP5700++ amortization. i told myself that i could do this since i could actually spare this amount on a monthly basis and still get a few extra from my pay. then i soon realized i had been foolhardy for not thinking that there'd be other expenses to consider. to know what i mean, do read on the following post. august 6, 2007: update on the mission earlier this year, i deluded myself into thinking that i could achieve what i’ve always dreamed as far back as high school: getting a house and living on my own. though i’ve wanted to have a house of my own, or even a room at least - i never dared act on it for the reason that i just couldn’t afford it. not if i’ve only my salary to depend on. the thought of being in debt for the next 25 years scares the hell out of me. i just couldn’t face the fact that in the next 25 years, a bigger part of my payroll will go to a certain government age

taking out a loan to get myself a house proved to be a bit "--something--". it's not stressful - stressful is just too strong a word for it. anyway, here's another post lifted from my defunct friendster blog [i call it defunct because i could no longer access it to manage it, though one can still access it if one searches for decrechoice] pardon the reposts as i'm trying to chronicle anything and everything that's related to my pet house. well, this is an effect of deleting my friendster account. i realized that i want to be able to go back to my little history. as i can't do that now with friendster, i'm trying to rebuild the history here. so again, pardon the reposts for now. dec. 15, 2007 mission mactan vs. thirst for travel hayyyy… since high school i’ve always dreamed of living on my own. i’m close to hitting three decades on this earth, in two years in fact, and yet i’ve never been truly independent. independent in its truest sense, at least. cu

jan. 26, 2008; on this day, my beautiful u acted up giving me some reservations on whether i should attend the orientation concerning my little row unit [a.k.a pet house]. it was probably due to stress. i could remember being preoccupied and having second thoughts on whether i could successfully embark and finish my mission mactan. the paragraph below is lifted from my now inaccessible friendster blog. it was written last jan. 28, 2008. i'm posting it here to remind me of my initial reservations of doing project mactan. orientation proceeded just fine. had my keys, but my beautiful u was persistent. had to go back again and change ammu. when i got to my little unit, it was then that things hit me big time. all right, what do i check? darn, their keys couldn’t get the doors open easily. ay ka gubot sa sulod. didn’t they even clean the house before turning over the unit to the homeowner? patay ka, vet. unsa imo buhaton? check the bathroom? how could i when i couldn’t even open it. i’

let me get the ball rolling by first acknowledging the three people who truly prompted me to embark on mission mactan. if not for these three people i would not have taken the first step in accomplishing my mission. they were the ones who encouraged me without their really knowing it. except for one, i've never really thanked them for pushing me to take on mission mactan. the genius. if not for your inquisitive nature, you would not have had the talk with khali's owner. in one of her forays at knowing the people in the office closely, she learned of project mactan. incidentally, khali's owner's "cousin" had plans of purchasing a unit then. she pried about the project and once she learned enough - she told me to talk to khali's owner. according to her, i'd better talk to khali's owner myself as he knew the project better than what her brain retained out of their talk. khali's owner. i've thanked him already but let me just say it again. had

sometime in 2006, i kept on telling the genius that one of my goals is to secure a place for myself. yes - a home for my old age. at 27 then, i've slowly prepared myself to be living the rest of my life without a family of my own - to live on my own. nope, i'm not averse to having a man in my life. truthfully, the current mode is very welcoming only that the elusive one just hasn't existed in my sphere yet [LOL!]. i thought it prudent to just be prepared whether that xy comes or not. moreover, i've always wanted to have my own place primarily because it's something i vowed i'll get as far back as senior year in high school [read my high school yearbook {iskolar '96}, it's there]. in all my 27 years, i've never had a room of my own. i slept on a folding bed in our living room in good ole' punta princesa. early january of 2007, the genius had a talk with khali's owner informing her that there's a new subdivision in mactan being developed. t