Crazy Times

Days are passing by so quickly that I feel that I have been robbed of the right to enjoy each and every day of my life.

My youth is something that will never come by again and I intend to savor in it... hardships and fun.

There are days when I feel that I am the goddess in my own world. I feel more beautiful than ever. As if nothing and nobody can stop me.

And then there are days when I feel like I am the least valued person in the world. I turn ugly and I remember the times when I feel most vulnerable.

I hate those days. And yet, it is in those days when I feel most human.

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Our days in our little and humble apartment in Makati are numbered. That is why we always indulge in its facilities and the nearness to the malls. Sadly, my work prevents me from coming home early and go to the malls and *window* shop.

I will gladly miss the days I would wake up earlier than my siblings and *cook* breakfast...and then wash the dishes when they are done. Sometimes, I am thinking that I am not yet prepared to be "domesticated". I'd rather wake up in my own pace, have junkfood for breakfast, take a bath and then go to work. Before going home, I would shop a little, buy take-out and then go home. On weekends, I'd gym out the calories I munched on when I was depressed (enter the chocolate bar). I'd watch TVs or go DVD-marathoning and then hang out with my friends.

Enter the bachelorette's phase!

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Early this week, I went to the mall with my sister and went *necessity*-shopping and the ocassional indulgence of arcading. It was a good stress reliever. It was also a nice way of bonding and spending time with her.

My dad is here for the week and he has been happy with the progress of the house. At least may nangyayari na! My new room is very nice and I also have a customized stage! Ha!

We have gone accustomed to our new home in Makati but nothing beats your roots. I would still like to go back home, despite it's distance to the mall, to the office... it's where I grew up. It's where I lived all my life and I'm not yet ready to accept the fact that in a few years time, I would move out and have my own family.

Car vs Commute

It's a wonderful Friday the 13th morning! The sun can barely penetrate the thick, ominous clouds of carbon dioxide, smog and other artificial by-products. I arrived in the office a little under 30 minutes from the apartment we're renting in Makati.

Of course, commuting is waaay cheaper than bringing a car to the office. And there is no hassle of looking for a parking lot. One thing about commuting is avoiding the rush hour so I have to leave either early or late from the office. There's the need to wear comfy clothes and shoes so no high heels and short skirts for a while. Dress down ika nga. But I get to exercise by walking to and fro the station.

Commuting Essentials:

MRT Stored value card --> no need to line up!
Handkerchief --> to cover nose and mouth from smoke belching cars
Sunblock --> of course!
Sneakers/Flats --> so you can run to catch the MRT and avoid slipping down the stairs
Fan--> from the heat
Tissue/ Wet Ones--> wipe sweat away, clean hands from public handrails, etc.
Coins, Smaller bills--> don't expect the bus conductor to have change for five hundred pesos!

New Apartment

The typhoon caught up with the construction of the house. Thankfully, the roof was done so at least we weren't flooded inside the house.

After the typhoon, we were crippled with the loss of electricity and water. My sister and I ended up taking a bath and charging our cellphones in Fitness First. We had to check in a hotel because our house was inhabitable. There was dust everywhere, it was very hot inside and we can't even take a bath.

At Holiday Inn, I thanked God for running water and aircon and cable TV. Also, it was near my office so I dropped off Pat and Anne at Shaw Station before heading off to the office. In the afternoon, I picked them up from the station and went back to the hotel.

By Monday (Oct2), Dad wanted us to move to an apartment, at least until most of the renovations are done. That time, there was still no water and electricity at home. I felt bad for mom because she was very sick that time and she was unable to leave the house.

By Tuesday, we moved to an old apartment in Makati. It was right at CBD and very accessible to MRT and the malls (yey!). It was like moving to a condo once again with roommates. The apartment is like a time machine. The furniture is old...like late 80s and early 90s... kinda nostalgic really. Nevertheless, I was very glad we have aircon, running water (with heater, o ha!) and cable tv.

That evening, I sat down with Pat and Anne and stated houserules (welcome, housemates!)
And that same evening, electricity was restored in Paranaque.

Good grief!