Yogurt Invasion

Yogurt Stations are sprouting like mushrooms here in Cebu.So before it conquers each and every corner of the city,we have to invade it first--one yogurt tub at a time. :)



YO-GO BOY
BTC,Banilad

YUMMY-YO
near GrandCon

TUTTI FRUTTI
SM

YOGO
Coffee Cat,E-Bloc Bldg. IT Park

RED MANGO
Ayala Center

All I Want For Christmas

Generally,I do not ask for gifts on Christmas or on any general occasion because:1. I hate to ask and not have it and 2. I hate receiving it from someone I secretly don't like.Also, I do not like receiving gifts because:1. It might be something I don't like and 2. I'm not good in hiding displeasure.Besides,I have this weird feeling that if I'm getting what any random person on the same occasion is getting,that means I'm not special enough that the gift was not thought of.

This Christmas though will be different. I will not just ask for a gift, but anyone who is willing to give me what I want will be assured that I will love it with all my heart whether or not I like you. No need to fret, for I will not be asking for a high-end gadget nor a house or a car! I'd still appreciate it if you'd give me those but those are not what I want! I want nothing but to receive a letter and/or postcard on Christmas. It doesn't need to be fancy,I just want it to be handwritten! :)

A lot of you may be asking,why do I want a letter and/or postcard for Christmas? Why can't I ask for something that doesn't need a lot of effort? Please read paragraph one again to refresh your memory.Haha! Seriously, with almost everything shared on Facebook,Twitter and all the other social networking sites, I can not help but wonder, what else is there that wasn't shared? Well,because I wanna be iba, I want to have an update from you that's not shared with the 'public', those that you call friends on Facebook and followers on Twitter. And,it's been ages since the last time I received a letter and a postcard. I don't trust my memory with this but I think the last letter that I received was from UP which informed me that I didn't pass the UPCAT.I didn't even get to open the envelope at first,I just peeked through the window and saw that common rejection statement "we regret to inform you" blahblahblah. That was heartbreaking! (In retrospect, I would not have met those strangers I now call friends if I passed the exam.) And for the postcard, I only have two,both of which I got in 2002 from my Ninong Lalo. I thought I was gonna get a lot more from him but it stopped.Also,I'm thinking of continuing my mother's post stamp collection. So receiving a letter and/or postcard would also mean I'd get a stamp.It's like hitting two birds with one stone.

I still have a lot to say about letters but I will have to end this now lest I bore you.Haha! So please,please,please be my Santa this Christmas and give me what I want! A handwritten letter and/or a postcard and you'll make me the happiest kid on earth! Thank you!

P.S. I'll love it more if you write in cursive. :)

Quit Smoking Attempt,Failed.

It has been three months since I gave 'quit smoking' a try.I must say that I didn't have a hard time in trying to quit because smoking isn't an indispensable part of my every waking day.As what I always answer whenever someone asks me whether I smoke or not,I can live with it,I can live without it.So quitting or giving it a try is just a walk in the park for me.

The first two months were smooth sailing.I was able to live my life not lighting a stick or more.Even if there were a lot of opportunities,chances or urge to smoke, still my willingness to quit was just so much that I was able to control it.I was 'clean' for two months! I felt extremely happy that I was able to take smoking out of my system.I started telling my friends about it.Some were happy for the decision while others said they'll wait for the day when I'll tell them I didn't make it.

But,as I was on my third month of 'being clean' the willingness started to wear off. Every thing I do to quit the habit seemed like a huge effort to make.It didn't help either that I revisited the places I have most memories of my smoker days.I don't know about you,but I think I jinx myself the moment I started telling people that I'm quitting.I don't know,I just feel that way.

Until one day, I caught myself giving in to the temptation.I lit a stick and,not long after that,I cursed myself for doing so.I FAILED.YET.AGAIN.It's the end of my if-I-get-through-three-months-without-lighting-a-stick-I-swear-I-will-never-smoke-in-this-lifetime-again-ever.Booo.I guess I'm still not destined to quit.I guess it's not yet time.But I want it to happen sooner,like next year perhaps.HAHA!

Seriously,I want to stop smoking.It's doing me no good,I know that from the very start.I know that I'll get tons of health issues later if I don't stop.I know that it's bad for my skin,will cause me wrinkles and will make me age faster but . . . .

I just hope and fervently pray that I get to stop before it's too late.

Doodles.

Today,I miss doodle and the guy who did these doodles.

Yo Yos

Any idea what these are?

These are what you call Yo Yos. I don't know why it's called such.In fact I only knew about its name just recently when I told my Lola that I have this little project going on. According to Lola,Yo Yos or Yo Yo Quilts were popular during the 1950s or 1960s. I'm not really sure though as that detail escapes me now.But I did remember Lola saying that she first saw Yaya, her mother-in-law, making Yo Yos and she just followed suit. There was a surplus of fabrics that time so that Yaya bought fabrics in bulk and made lots of Yo Yos. Lola thought that it would be a good pastime to be making Yo Yos.

So this is what I've been doing lately. Lola was right. It makes for a good pastime esp. for the unemployed me. HAHA.

I have a lot of clothes that I have not been using because they are now too small for me or is already damaged from frequent use.That's where I got my fabric.Most of them either have plain colors or floral prints. One of those is that green pants that you see in the picture.Practical tip: To save you money and (future)space for your cabinet, I think it's best if you rummage through your clothes and see what are those that you can't even remember the last time you wore it or if you ever got the chance to wear them at all.Time to let it go, pack rat! HAHA.

Here's How to Make Yo Yos


Materials Needed:

fabric/old clothes
scissors
seam ripper or blade
pen
mini-cd
thread
needle

1. For old clothes: You need to rip the seams first so you will have an easy time drawing circles on the fabric.

2. You need to decide how big you want your yo yo so that you can decide what round object you'll use to trace the circle. In my case,since I want it small,I used a mini-cd. (Finished products are only a bit bigger than a Php 1 coin.Get the idea?)

3. Trace as much circle on the fabric. It is best if you start at the seam side so that much of the fabric is utilize. This is the easiest part.

4.Once done, cut the fabric.

5. Knot the thread and sew.Run a stitch round the fabric. Once you have done that,pull the thread slowly so that you pull together the fabric to its center. Knot the thread.

That's how yo yos are made.So easy,right? :) This project is time-consuming though. I only make an average of 30 yo yos in 2 hours. I still have a lot of yo yos to make for my quilt! HAHA Now, excuse me as I go back to my little project. :)

Take Note

It makes a LOT of difference if you write something that needs to be remembered all the time in a paper rather than just taking note of it mentally. More so if you post it in your wall,where you get to see it everyday. :)

Champorado at 2

It's 2 A.M. from where I'm at.Aside from the nagging sound of the fan,the barks of the neighbor's dog and the faint sound of the cars passing by, the place is so quiet.It is way past my bed time but I don't think I'll be sleeping until I see the light of day later. I'm keeping myself busy by visiting the blogs that I follow.I'm not hungry but I'm eating champorado right now.I'm afraid that if I don't eat what's left of what I cooked this afternoon it will be put to waste in the morning.If my sister is still awake at this time she'd probably be dragging me to sleep with her nag.I miss home and eating my comfort food adds up to the somber mood.I miss my friends from way back.I miss the life that I lived.I miss not having to worry about anything but the prospect of being grounded again for the next week.I miss dreaming big.I miss living my life. . . . . . . .

TUMBLEBUGS CRAZE

Wohoo! I've defeated the evil black bugs! I've saved the tumblebugs! I've toppled the black bug empire! I'm the happiest person on earth today! HAHAHA (shallow happiness :p)

No more nights of roundhouse kicking in my bed (?), twisting my arm, pinching my hand and pulling my hair out of frustration.Victory is mine. HAHAHAHA.

From High Sea with Love :)

Months ago....

This was the photo posted in Facebook.

And these were the comments.










And after months of HAGGLING ( Ako paliton amehga,please.),HARASSING (Ako nalang ni amehga oi,daghan nakay ka shoes! Di gihapon ni magamit! Bantayi jud na kay makalingi ra ka mawala jud na.) ,PA-CUTE-ING (Mang,sige na please {insert pa-cute smiles/puppy eyes>}, GIVING OUT ENCOURAGING LINES (Mang,mas nindot tong sa Janilyn.Nindot pud ang sa SoFab! Kadto nalang sa SoFab! para pareha jud mo ni Rosanna A. imong idol.),GIVING OUT DISCOURAGING LINES AND SHOWING DISTASTE (Bati kaayo siya amehga,nindot ra diay sa picture. Di man ni nimo magamit oi,naa ra ghapon nas salog,tig dawat sa mga abog.Di nimo ni magamit pirmi,mura kag Spice Girls.)and I don't remember what else I said or did just to have this shoes, Hi-C finally said YES!

OH YES! THE SHOES IS MINE NOW! She GAVE it to me. I don't care if it was not given wholeheartedly. All I care for is that the shoes is mine now. HAHAHAHAHAHA.

Thank you so much Mang! What a nice souvenir to give before leaving Cebu,right? You made me the happiest amehga that day! Dahhhhh I love you and I miss you!

<3 <3 <3

Flower Power

Last weekend I took all my clothes out of the EZ box and checked all of the items. I was trying to sort out my clothes based on what I often use and those that I barely use now. Thought you should know that back in 2008 I hoard on long sleeve shirts and office-appropriate blouses so I have something to wear during corporate attire days (law school is cool).In 2009 I shifted to dresses and in late 2010 I made a deal with myself that once I reach 26 (24Mar2011) it'd be the start of my life with dresses,skirts and everything ladylike :p (This dress,skirt and everything ladylike will have a separate post. :p)

I had a hard time sorting the clothes as I'm not that good with categorizing stuff. I stared on my clothes for a long time and it was when I noticed that most of my clothes are either stripes or floral and either blue or green. That's when it hit me that THAT should be what I'll use to sort the big pile of clothes on my bed.

I started with the florals first and took a photo of my flowery items.

I started sorting really,really late since I stared on my clothes for a long time and rolled over it a number of times.I ran out of time. Alas,I soon felt sleepy and I needed to free my bed of the clutter so I just put all of it back to the boxes and failed with the sorting and de-cluttering.

So you will ask me,what's the bottom point of this post? The answer, I don't know either. HAHA. Bitaw, that weekend activity had me thinking that I may have a number of florals in my arsenal but I don't think I will ever have enough of it.I love florals more than stripes or dots! And one more thing, should I be doing the same activity again,which I'm pretty sure I'll be doing again because the last time was a failure, I'll make sure that I know what I'm doing.

P.S. Ignore the first photo.I just wanted to show the world that as early as that I already had my fascination with florals. :)

Poor Man's Spaghetti

My sister E and I had poor man's spaghetti for dinner. Haven't had this for a long time. Gaaaaahhh, I missed this although I have to say that this poor man's spaghetti is one of the items on my long laundry list of food.Poor man's spag is palatable,best served with hot steam rice,but I rarely crave for it---because first I don't like the strong smell of canned sardines,second it leaves a strong smell to the cutlery and especially to your mouth that you want to brush your teeth forever and third it reminds me of days when we used to always eat it because we're poor. FYI we are still poor but we now have a lot of options since my siblings and I appreciate veggies now. LOL.

Living away from home is quite stressful for a number of things. One,and I will only be talking about this item since I think this post is getting a lot of side stories,is deciding what to eat or what to cook.So when I asked my sister what she wants to eat, since we always eat what she wants to eat lest I deal with Little Miss Grumpy again, she answered "Sardinas na may Odong!" followed with a big smile. Yes you read it right. Poor man's spaghetti is only sardinas na may odong! I just made it a bit classy. HAHAHA. Gotcha!

By the way, I first heard about the term Poor Man's Spaghetti from my Boy Scouts of the Philippines friends when in 1998,during the peak of our boy scout and girl scout days, I asked them what they prepared and cooked during their training camps. I thought how great their troop masters were because they were allowed to prepare such and how unlucky for us girl scouts because we had vegetable overload.Then came the aka sardinas na may odong.HAHAHAHA.Jukir (Another side story :p)

So as the name suggests, poor man's spaghetti is very affordable and easy to prepare. Here's my sister's recipe:

1 can(155 g) of Seňorita Sardines in Tomato Sauce
2 small packs of El Seňorito Odong Noodle Soup
1 medium size onion
3 cloves of garlic
2 tablespoons of oil

Cut the onion and garlic in whatever you like,we had it in dice.Sauté onion and garlic.Put in the sardines,let it simmer.Throw in the odong and make sure you don't overcook it.You can always throw in up to 5 small packs of odong.

See,easy as 1,2,3. :) And we only spent less than Php 30.00!

We had the perfect dinner,perfect for the windy & rainy night,perfect for the budget. HAHA.

And here's the bonus.

Buyad and Chokolate



P.S. Did you notice the brand names? Laysho!

Find X

Hours ago I received a message from my landlady which I thought I'd share with you. Although the message was anything but funny it still made me laugh.
The message goes like this:

Gud pm Belinda.Nakasway nakag tutor?Nterested ka mo tutor ug 3rd yr Geometry n 4th yr Algebra?

The message had me laughing for seconds.HAHAHA. Honestly,for the first time after such a long time someone actually asked me about Math---Geometry and Algebra at that. What made it even more uncommon is that not a friend or someone younger than me was asking for my assistance or whatever you call it but a mother, a mother who only want whats good for her children. Not that the offer of the mother was a laughing matter to me but seriously if you have known me since forever you would know that I'm not the person to ask to when it comes to Math. Math is my weakness and if you ask me where to find x I can only give you my sheepish smile or a blank face,whichever comes first.hehe.

Seriously, hours ago I could have gotten myself a new source of income.I could have been more proud of myself that I got me a 'job' because I'm so good at Math. But I am not. Sayang.

This made my day and I'd like to thank my landlady for her message boosted my morale just when I needed it the most. :)

Say What?!

Heads up! This post will only be dealing with the name I am most known with.

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I'm one of those who make a big deal about names,how it is spelled and how it is pronounced.
So you can just imagine my horror every time my name is misspelled and more so if it's mispronounced which by the way happens every so often! I have no inkling on why some people don't get it.I mean how could they not spell it right? I provided them the spelling in the first place. And how could they not pronounce it right either when my name's not complicated,it's even a one-syllable name! Tsk.

My name is LENG and you just have to pronounce it the same way it is spelled. No silent consonants as that of J,H or what have you,no umlaut,just plain and simple Leng. I don't know why you don't get it! I think about my name scribbled on coffee cups,printed in receipts and I can only shake my head. I think about my name pronounced as Lyn,Ling,Len,Li,Le and all the variations from L-E-N-G that you could think of and I can only cringe.

Photo Credit: Drea Torres


I don't know how this will stop.I don't think this will ever stop. I still have the rest of the world to meet and greet I am definitely sure someone else will commit the same mistake again.

That is why no matter how big a deal this is for me I just don't make a fuss out of it. Big deal na dili May sense ba? HAHA. Seriously, as much as I want to have it spelled and pronounced correctly some people just can't do it. So I'll just have to deal with it nicely.I can even joke about it.You know what they always say, don't sweat the small stuff.I will just have to make sure that I don't do the same thing to other people because I know how it feels.It sucks.

The complimentary cupcake I got from Bigby's on my 24th birthday. :p

Insomniac's Dream

To wake up to the sight of this
Rather than still be awake.

And they call this CHEESE bread.

LOL

S.H.O.E.S.

Meet the newest member.

And the rest of the family. :)

<3 <3 <3

Shadows on my Wall

Cebu has been experiencing power outages as of late. If it has something to do with the weather (as it has been raining a lot lately too!) I wouldn't really know. I haven't read the local dailies. :)

And what better things to do during outages? "Making friends with shadows on my wall"

Meet my serious(shadow 1),clumsy(shadow 2) and sarcastic(shadow 3) friends :)

Unfinished Business

2002---the year I graduated in high school. That was nine years ago.Ten years ago or in 2001 I had a special project.The goal was I'd give my girl friends a little something before we all part ways,go to different schools(which was already obvious then) and head to college.I would give each of them a cross stitch embroidery with patterns/design that,for me, best describe them so that they will not forget about me even if we get to meet new friends. So high school. HAHA.

But I never got to finish the project. I never got to have it framed. Hence, I was not able to give it to my friends.Sayang.

But....I'm not going to let my effort,time and money from this project put to waste. I decided to revive it and finish the project.And along with that decision I have also decided not to give these to my friends anymore since the goal and purpose has expired a decade ago. hehe. I just have to finish everything and have it framed and hang it on our wall so that I'll always be reminded that a decade ago I had a project and not after a decade did I decide to finish it. =P

Take a look at the unfinished business.

Clothes line Clip x S hook

Reuse.Recycle.

Reasons why I never let go of the clothes line clip/hanger that we've been using for three years now. But it has served its purpose, apparent on the broken hardware that connects the rectangular base where the clips are hanging and the hook. I know I can still do something about it.I know that I can still make use of the plastic base and the clips.

This is how the clothes line clip/hanger looks like.

I took the clips out from the base since all of those are still in good condition. Clips are now being used as really clothes line clips as supposed to its previous hanging clothes line clips life. Not making sense here.:p And by the way, is there a plural form for clip? Because I am not sure if there is. Enlighten me! LOL

Anyways,so I had so many ideas on how to make use of the rectangular base but I deemed it wise to just stick with its basic purpose.

This is the outcome of the clothes line clip x S hook project

I've utilized the hardware and just covered it with fabric. I'm not good in braid so just bear with the mess. All I ever wanted was to hide the hardware or if not, make it less visible. I think I made a pretty good job. *wink*

S hooks are also covered by fabric. I used double-sided tape as adhesive here.I have to cover the S hooks since its fancy black cover is starting to peel off.

And what is its new function? Tsaran! An organizer where I could hang some of my accessories.

Clothes line clip hanger and S hooks are all pre-loved items. I have not been using them for quite some time now since both have lost its beauty and so both have been kept in a storage box.The fabric is also a retaso, small portions left from cut designs :) Sakto ba? :)

Reuse.Recycle.For the love of Mother Earth.

The Bucket

I had a little project last week. I changed the cover of the bucket that serves as a catchall of our daily essentials such as the deodorant,powder,lotion and some first aid solutions. Its previous cover was a blue geometric pattern paper and a dark blue corrugated cardboard.I wanted to change the cover since I got bored with it and the corrugated part was already falling off. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to take a picture of the previous cover since I was too eager to change it. It was more of the spur-of-the-moment decision.

These are the materials:
bucket (from KFC!)
gift wrapper
corrugated cardboard
scissors
double-sided tape

I had a hard time covering the bucket because of its shape. I have to cut small portions of the paper to make sure that everything is covered since the circumference of the upper part of the bucket is bigger than that of the bottom part.The folds of the wrapper are visible and that is where the corrugated cardboard comes in to rescue. The corrugated cardboard is used not just to give accent to the predominantly blue wrapper but more importantly to cover the visible and unflattering folds.
This is now the new bucket

Done in less than an hour....And the best thing about this project? I didn't spend a single centavo! The bucket had been with me since 2008 and the paper and cardboard used are leftovers from the previous project,the very first published entry of this blog. :)

Child's Play

Because for now,playing Scrabble means she'll spell her name using the letter tile. :)

My Take on Father’s Day Celebration

I’ts Father’s Day again! Happy Father’s Day to all the fathers, would be fathers and those that play the role of fathers. And of course let me not forget those that did not live long enough to celebrate this.

Below is a short entry I wrote in 2008. The same entry appears in my Multiply site. This is probably one of my most heartfelt and truest in the deepest sense entry as this is about my father and my take on father’s day celebration. Read on and be inspired. :)


Weeks and days after we celebrated Mother's Day and right after stores in malls stripped their Happy Mother's Day banners and décor, the world gets ready again to celebrate Father's Day. That happens exactly a month after Mother's Day. When I sensed it getting nearer I declared that I will never celebrate it. Why should I? My father died seven years ago. There is no sense in celebrating it with a father who has been gone for years now. Every day for weeks I always remind myself not to buy the Sunday newspaper on June 15 because I know articles there are almost all about fathers.

But my decision changed yesterday when I woke up to a dream so surreal that I literally jumped from my bed. I couldn't remember the entire dream, only that part where I wondered why I got a text message from Papa that says "nak,musta na?-papa" It felt so real that I really checked my phone for many times to see if there really was one from Papa. But I know it would never happen. There's no line in heaven, remember. I pondered on it for hours until I realized that maybe it was just a reminder....something to remind me that before I became bitter with father's day celebration it was one of the events I looked forward to every year... when I'll have the excuse to be mushy and say I love you and really mean it to people I care and love so much. Maybe it was a reminder from Papa that even if he can't be with us physically he's just somewhere only he knows....looking at us and watching over us like what a guardian angel does.

So I would like to dedicate this to my Papa. He will never get to read this but I hope my prayer does.

Happy Father's Day, Pa. I love you so much. Miss you big time.

ICED-GEM CHOCO BISCUITS

Familiar? Not familiar?

This is the biscuit of our time. This is what reminds me so much of my childhood---happy childhood.

I remember this as the biscuit that my siblings and I loved to have--- what with the combination of biscuit and icing. There is just something so delightful about having a plain biscuit with an icing. And a colorful icing at that! Every time my older sister and I reminisce about the old days we always include the Iced Gem Biscuits as one of the things that made us happy. It was not only a favorite but a biscuit we all loved to have during typhoons.

Typhoons frequently visit Surigao at the time when we were still in kindergarten. It was during those times that our roof was still made of nipa shingles. So whenever weather advisory would say that a typhoon is coming and is going to hit our province, Mama would make sure that we’d be able to survive the ordeal should it last for days. She’d list down the items that we all need to have and made sure we had it even before the typhoon hits our province----sort of an emergency or survival kit. So alongside dry cell, candle, matchstick, instant noodles and what have you she’d also buy this iced gem biscuits. Call it unadulterated innocence but typhoons are one of the things we looked forward to during those days. Typhoons meant abundant supply of the said biscuit. I think about it now and I can only shake my head.

Anyways, I don’t know what happened but we lost track of the biscuit when we reached grade school. We never looked for it maybe because we were introduced to other existing biscuits, say Jolly Sandwich or Rebisco Strawberry Biscuits or Presto Creams. We simply forgot about the biscuit we only loved. If it did stop making and distributing at that time, we wouldn’t really know.It was only in the later years when my older sister and I thought about it. We searched for it in every store in the province but we couldn’t find a single pack. We conceded. We thought that maybe the company lost revenue and decided to just stop.

I was in Cagayan de Oro City from 2002-2007 for my college education. I no longer remember the exact date or year as that detail already escapes me now, but one day while I was walking and passing through each aisle in a supermarket (which by the way is one of the things I love doing!)I saw a familiar pack of biscuits---a pack of biscuits that had me make a second look. Lo and behold, it was the Iced Gem Biscuits! I couldn’t contain my happiness that day that I immediately grabbed two packs and went straight to the cashier. Right after I paid the items I opened it and devour on the biscuit that I missed so much. I felt like I just reunited with an old pal! I gave some of it to my dorm mates and classmates but not without a background story and a wide grin. And it was the start of my frequent visits to that supermarket.

I did not tell my siblings about it because I wanted it to be a surprise. During the school break that followed after the ‘reunion’ I brought home packs of the iced gem biscuits. When I showed it to them I saw in my sister the delight of having seen the biscuit again. She can only say, ’Hala Leng, paborito man ini nato! Haman nimo nakita?’ (Leng, this is our favorite! Where did you find this?) Mama can only smile at the thought. I realized then that it was only me and my sister A who had a vivid memory of the biscuit. My brother barely remembers it, D does not remember and neither does E because she was still unborn at the peak of our love affair with the biscuit. But my siblings C,D and E love the biscuit anyways.

And that was the start of the rekindling love affair.

I am now in a different city but I must have been this good to be able to find the biscuits here. HAHA. I still buy a pack or two from time to time whenever my feet leads me to the store. And at times I buy more of it to bring home for my siblings, nieces and nephew.

JUST BECAUSE

I miss wearing this.

Unemployment.

I've been unemployed for months now. It wasn't that bad at first because my last employment was actually the first after I graduated in college. I have to say first as the first ever company that hired me was only for a short period of time,a month to be exact,and my skills were not put to test so I don't count that in. The unemployment for me was a breather. It meant a chance for me to visit home,which I haven't visited during the holidays, and stay there for a long time.No thanks to guaranteed double pay on holidays, it wasn't worth not spending Christmas and New Year with family at all. Unemployment meant cutting any relationship with the company I never felt welcome,important and taken care with.It meant having extended ME time. It meant sleeping, eating and doing any other daily essentials any time of the day at my most convenient time. It meant I get to see my friends any day I want to see them. It meant having no routines and schedules to follow. It meant having weekends on days that really fall on weekends and no days off on week days and split days off at that! It meant being able to do the things I failed to do or finish because I was either too busy with work or I was TOO tired. THIS unemployment was pure bliss to me. That time.

(PJs as uniform)


That's no longer the case now. I now hate my being unemployed. Yes I did get to visit home and stayed there for a long time. Yes I do get to sleep, eat and do every little things at my most convenient time. Weekends are really weekends. I follow no schedule. Everyday is a rest day. I am neither too busy nor too tired.

But I've developed a routine, a routine I've hated the moment I realized it was happening, and I can't get out of it. Not that I didn't love the extended ME time but it's a waste of my precious time. I didn't even get to accomplished unfinished business from way back when I was still too busy with work or too tired. I didn't even get to see my friends that often. BOO.

And the most pathetic is, at my present state and age,I call on my mother for help.Yes, I ask for my allowance and for even the smallest things from her.That is so pathetic because I'm not the only mouth she's feeding.BIG SIGH.

Do I look pathetic to you? Do I look like I'm the worst person/daughter to you?

Imagine what I'm feeling.

CASE DIGEST. ( man's best friend way)

This is how dogs digest cases. Simple eh? :p

Good Riddance. . .

...to the place I never felt at home with. :p

Stained Glass (Butuan City)

I have a fascination in stained glass.Every time I see one,I can't help but be amazed and awed by its beauty.

Xavier University's Immaculate Conception Chapel

That is why I was so happy when a friend told me that their upcoming wedding would be in Sto. Niño Shrine in Libertad,Butuan City. I have been wanting to visit this church for years now but I never had the chance. I only get to see the facade and the sides of the church every time the PUB passed by the area from Cagayan de Oro.

So in 5 March 2011,during the wedding, I took lotsa pictures of the shrine's stained glass windows.

Lantawa.....

ALTAR


Nice,noh?