I’m thinking I should be extra sweeter this coming February. I know the whole Valentines Holiday is a bit over rated and cheesy and preposterously consumeristic but I’d like to indulge and celebrate my love for the guy in my life on a day where its allowed and encouraged to be overly sweet & romantic to the point where its squeamishly cheesy. I understand that you don’t need a holiday to remind you to appreciate your loved ones. Showing you love your special someone should be a whenever everyday thing.
I’ve already ordered the first part of the surprise and I’m currently stuck with the dilemma of claiming it when its finally available. It has to be picked up in Manila, and with my genius commuting skills (which is pretty much zilch) I have no idea how to get there without my boyfriend. Obviously I couldn’t ask him to accompany me ‘coz that would ruin the surprise and the place is too far to cab it ‘coz that would cost me a fortune and I’m trying to save up more money for the rest of the surprise. I’ve decided to just go ahead and yield to my adventurous side and commute to Manila on my own. If it doesn’t work out, welllll…there will always be cabs =))
I’m hoping he appreciates the leaps and lengths I’ll be needing to go through to make this extra special for him. Hayyyy…the things you do for love… =))
I have developed another annoying habit which is waking up early on weekends. I know you’re supposed to enjoy staying in bed longer as a reward for dragging your lazy butt off from bed during ungodly hours on weekdays just so you can get to work on time, but I guess when your 5 day routine involves waking up at a certain time it carries over to your weekend. Today, I was up at 6am. I was the only one up, and since I was the only one attending Sunday Mass this morning I decided to get ready for church early. I gathered my showering gear and as I stepped out from the bedroom into the foyer I saw how beautiful the Christmas tree looked with the morning light shining in from our windows. I figured I’d share pictures of our Christmas tree to show how they finished decorating it beautifully last night. I was at the top of our staircase ‘coz it had a better view of the tree. With me at the top of the stairs lying flat on the rectangular coffee table was a Santa doll, I figured they weren’t completely done with putting up the Christmas decorations ‘coz I thought he was a little out of place just lying there among the regular junk. After selecting and sharing a satisfactory photo I sluggishly dragged my still sleepy feet into the downstairs bathroom to take a shower. I usually spend 30 minutes to an hour in the bathroom…today, it was a little over an hour (heehee). After my usual cleansing rituals I spent a few minutes on my cousins laptop synching the Ipod, opened the French doors to our dining area so our house companions could enter and start their daily chores. As soon as I did a time check I headed back up to the bedroom to start getting dressed. When I reached the top of the staircase I was a bit petrified by what I saw. The Santa doll that was on the coffee table was no longer lying there but instead was skillfully made to sit on the ledge of our staircase. I didn’t want to panic over something that could have a simple logical explanation to it so I just dismissed the observation and calmly made my way back into the bedroom (but I was definitely panicking on the inside). While I was getting dressed I was mentally trying to process all possible theories to explain what I saw. It couldn’t have been our house companions ‘coz I didn’t see anyone of them enter the house, It couldn’t have been my Aunt ‘coz her bedroom door was still shut, it couldn’t have been my cousin ‘coz she was still tucked in cozily in her bed, and it couldn’t have been me daydreaming ‘coz I wasn’t half asleep when I left my bed. I had to find a logical explanation to this for MY PEACE OF MIND! When I was fully dressed and waiting for my hair to dry my cousin finally wakes up, I asked if she woke up earlier to finish up decorating & went back to bed…she said no. When I went back down into the dining area for breakfast I asked both our “Manangs” if they fixed the Santa doll at the top of the staircase, after a few puzzled looks, I explained why I was asking and they both said no. Now, by process of elimination this leaves my Aunt as the culprit to the mysterious moving Santa doll. Although I’ve been receiving spooky experiences about our home from some “gifted” friends whom I’ve invited over to the house in the past this has never really “fully” spooked me out ‘coz I haven’t had any actual ghostly encounters…up until today. I’ve yet to confirm with my Aunt if she managed to get out of bed early in the morning just to sit that Santa doll up. Until I do, for the meantime, this was a good pre-Halloween scare, dontcha think?
***Photo of the Santa doll this morning…
A Consortium of Randomness Part 1 (May 11 Post)
I’ve both enjoyed and detested almost half a year of being a bum. I’m almost approaching my 6th month of bum hood and aside from broadening my movie data bank I honestly haven’t done anything astoundingly productive. Since I’ve yet to motivate myself into taking another dead end job just so I could pay my bills on time I have decided at this very moment to start a blog series bullet pointing random facts and trivia that I have managed to gather within the day through the internet, TV, DVD’s, Books, Magazines or whatever “aha!” moment I’ve managed to slip into my consciousness. And here it goes…so be it & doggawnit here’s to the start of my productivity, God help humanity! =pRead more…
REBLOG IF YOU’RE A BEAUTIFUL SOUL FOR A VIRTUAL HUG ^__^
HAPPY FATHERS DAY!!!
This was my Dad, in his younger years. I found this photo while going through the “old treasure chest.” I have no idea on how old he was here.
One of the fondest memories I have of my Dad is of him playing his guitar. He played a lot of Elvis’ songs but what I would always beg for him to play would be Puff the Magic Dragon. Being a little girl who’s head was all caught up in fairy tales, Puff the Magic Dragon had that fantasy appeal to me. Every time my dad played this song my imagination would start drifting off to a place that had knights, dragons and damsels in distress. I considered my Dad to be a rock star in his own right…but I guess when you’re a little girl your Dad will always be a rock star and a super hero in your eyes ^__^.
I can’t personally greet my Dad Happy Father’s Day, so this is my way of shouting out into the heavens to let him know I’m thinking about him, I miss him, and that I love him.
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO ALL THE DADS OUT THERE! ^__^
June 6th. Today is supposedly my Grandmothers birthday (although my family’s been debating about this since we’re all not sure if it is indeed the 6th or 7th), she’s been living with The Creator for about nine years now. Today, me and my clan La Familia David put to rest the remains of my Aunt Christine, she was 51 years old. She is now reunited with my Grandparents, my Aunt Len, and my Dad. Although it is sad and with no question, very difficult to be saying farewell to family members you love and care about, what I’ve realized is that we’re all still very lucky and immensely blessed to HAVE family. We are a very tightly knit clan, and I believe this is all thanks to my Grandmother. She has trained and reared her children (and grandchildren) to be helpful, generous, kind, and supportive with one another. Through years of observation and living with them I have observed how everyone tries to share in each others burden to try and lighten the load of grief or sorrow. We support each other in any way we can (the size of the gesture does not matter, whatever support is given will always be appreciated). We rejoice and celebrate in each others joy and achievements. It is my Grandmothers legacy that we are indeed a very loving family.
I belong to a family similar to a pack of pachyderms. Elephants, to be more specific. Elephants are very protective and caring of each of the members in their pack, especially their young. If you’ve heard the phrase “it takes a village to raise a child”, this very much applies to Elephants and to my family. When I was 9 and lost my Dad to cancer, I may have been orphaned of a father but I actually gained extra mothers & fathers. From then on, my Aunts and Uncles helped bring me and my brother up, contributed a great deal to our education, and raised me into the person I am now. It is certainly true that God will never leave you empty handed. When you lose something, He replaces it with something greater.
On this rainy afternoon, I’m sad only because I will be missing my Aunt. No more conversations and bonding while wrapping Christmas gifts, no more coffee dates with the “Tres Marias”, no more gushing over kikay stuff. What I am optimistic about are the many miracles God has in store for my Uncle & cousins. I believe and trust that God has something very beautiful planned for this family. For now, I miss my “Lola” and I’ll be missing my Aunt…but I’m happy that they are where they need to be, and I’m pretty sure we’ll eventually have a grand La Familia David reunion where there is limitless joy and peace.
(BTW: This is another reason why I love Elephants, they remind me of my family)
I would love to do this!
As a means of de-stressing my life, I am going to take a personal day from work and spend an entire day in an aquarium. I’ll do absolutely nothing at all but stare at the fishies. I would also love to have company…so who wants to come with????
For the past three Fridays me and my work peeps have been planning themed food menus. Each Friday of the week we decide a country or a theme and prepare recipes around that theme. Two weeks ago we had Thai Food Friday, MJ made Pad Thai but failed w/ properly cooking the noodles which wasn’t a biggie ‘coz the taste wasn’t sacrificed (I’ll give two thumbs up for it ^__^ ) and I made Kow Pad Nam Leab (fried rice), as for Popo…he supplied the cucumber to go w/ my Kow Pad o.O!
It wasn’t intentional, but it seems to be catching on as some sort of tradition now. Last week was Mexican, I forgot what dish MJ prepared, but I heard it tasted absolutely great (I didn’t get to eat w/ them ‘coz I had a thing), and I left them w/ my Quesadillas, which had great reviews from them the first time I prepared it. And as for Popo???…I think it was store bought salsa & nachos! lolz! At least he’s been putting in a lil’ more effort into contributing :p.
This week we picked Spanish recipes. At first it was a bit daunting ‘coz we couldn’t think of anything that would embody a genuine Spanish dish (coz’ I was thinking Spanish foods required lots of ingredients and prep time ‘coz what was stuck in my head that was definitely Spanish was Paella…prounounced PA-E-YA ; atn: Popo, if you get to read this :p), but w/ research (thank you google!) the recipes were actually very simple and familiar probably because Filipino dishes are highly influenced by Spanish cooking (well duh! oh yeah, that colonization thing!).
So here I am, just off the kitchen, smelling like lard with war wounds from the frying pan, all spent out from cooking. I just remembered why I hated cooking. I know I’ve been cooking a lot lately but I’ve never really liked battling the kitchen. I prefer baking over cooking ‘coz it can be therapeutic for me sometimes and I’ve always used to avoid or tried to get out of cooking responsibilities. I guess I’ve only really discovered cooking ‘coz of my love for food. If i’m craving for some particular dish and am unable to find it I’ll go ahead & just look for the recipe, decide if it’s doable and make it myself! The thing I hate most about cooking is frying. I don’t think I can fry for my life! I hate it when the hot oil starts threatening you w/ its crackling & sizzling sounds, ahk! and having that hot oil splatter on you…3rd degree burns, hello! So, from now on…i’ll be leaving the frying to the Ate’s & the guys :D I’ll just focus on the mixing part ,-p
My contribution for tomorrows fiesta will be Churros Con Chocolate (I would love to duplicate the Las Paellas recipe…this again may require more research and a lot of trial & error), MJ will be bringing in some sort of Churrizo Omellette, Karl will be surprising us, and Popo originally wanted to contribute Spanish Sardines in Spanish Bread (sooo creative right!???) but I suggested Arroz Pescado Ahumado which is something like Tinapa Fried rice in the Philippines. Now if only he could prepare it himself! :p …
I’m excited for the mini fiesta tomorrow! Excited to discover new flavors & dishes, also kinda excited to have the guinea pigs try out my experiment :D :D :D Just blogging my kitchen challenges while waiting for my turn in the bathroom.
Ahk! I had a bit of fun playing around in the kitchen all aftie & evening but I din’t get to accomplish some of my pending PC tasks =(( …