vetlongwalks home & pf

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...