It was Ca's treat. So I sorta splurged on my free dinner tonight. We did a little window shopping, and serious shopping, too. I got Nathaniel's (Ca's son) dinosaur as a post-birthday gift. I enjoyed Toys R' Us. I got my sweet quacks. Am getting addicted to rubber duckies ... sobra. I left Trinoma with a pair of denim wedge and a bargain switch cover from Saizen ;). We had fun, Ca and I, even when our window to all the things we wanted, dine, shop, chat, shop, shop :) was limited to 3 hours.
May be i needed a break, just thinking about my next two days make me feel so tired already. My sked is craZy. I think am doomed :(
Pick-up a note from HR from ol' office's for my GSIS retirement cheques :)
which I hope I can deposit to Sophie's bank account in Dasma later same day,
and hopefully check-out the CPU package so i can have a decent PC by weekend.
And ofcourse, I must first Fly to MOA with maweng Gigi to finally get that baby stroller for Von D _ _ _ _ _ n,
and honey glazed, too ;) hummmm
I have to get back to Cavite early to catch the bank and Asianic :(
I brought home paperworks, and I hate it!
Not to mention, I have to strictly watch my 13-hour fasting ...
... my 2nd blood test is due Wednesday morning.
Just after my Parent Teacher Conference at the Montessori.
Pay that unknown vintage furniture shop a visit, me craving for a home work station without looking like one hush hush
and the marker, too :(
I can pick all my results, blood text and 2D echo just before my
late afternoon date with Dr. Jason again :)
then back to paperworks again.
Am sure Id be dead tired before sundown :(
Button and ... the other side of the bed, two days overdue :( arrrgghhh
Thank God at Ramadan sa Friday. I'll have a much needed breather. Am about to lose my weekend next weekend. EMD's off to another far flung festival :(
So what's left to do ... but enjoy my new 10" rain shower, a glass of cold milk, a slice of pear and why not ... some home-cooked photography ;)
I like to remember things my own way. how i remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. My DeLicioUs ambiguity.
... my other garden ;)
About Me
- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
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