It was a good day after all.

So the past few days, I’ve been complaining a lot about being sick.  It was actually the second worst new year’s welcome that I had (the worst was when a firecracker hit my leg, leaving a scar forever in my life).  Coughing and sniffling and wheezing and then nauseous, it wasn’t a party.

Imagine how much worse I felt when I still didn’t have a planner for the year!  It’s not that I’m an organized person; I just included being organized on my resolutions and then the one thing to aid me in doing so is nonexistent!  I went and called practically all bookstores in the area just to get my much wanted Moleskine Weekly Planner with a horizontal layout.  Nada.

My heart was breaking.  In my head, I just might feel better if I went to church.  So I did.  Right after the service, I walked to Powerplant Mall to cool down and look around (everything was on sale).  I went to National Bookstore, approached the Moleskine rack and voila.

As if I were so lucky, this one was right in the middle of the display rack.  I didn’t even think about it.  If there weren’t so many people in the store, I would have done a happy dance.  I marched up the cashier and rang the bell for some fantastic customer service.  Also, because of some promo, I also got to take home a small storage box.  How about that!? :)

I thought it was best to celebrate it with a meal of my choice, so I went up one floor, and my favorite coffee spot was there, Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf.  I ordered comfort food right away.

I can’t help it; I looooove their Greek Salad.  I honestly believe their serving sizes went waaaay up since last year.  It wasn’t always filled to the brim, but since around May 2010, there seems to be more of everything!  I love it.  And I paired it with my favorite brewed tea of theirs, Southern Blend Iced Tea.

After fifteen minutes, my plate looked like this.

PG na PG ang peg!  Hahahaha.  I love their stuff, I’m not kidding at all!

Anyway, Ted was quick to pick me up, and we got to talking about Daniel, our youngest brother.  Right now, since he’s almost like a freelancer, he has no jobs lined up yet, so I gave him a challenge last night.  If he can clean my room — closets, shoes and books included — I will give him PhP1,000.  We were just talking about it, and according to Ted, Daniel was thinking about doing it.

Now I don’t mind paying him for that kind of service.  My room… leaves a lot to be desired.  It used to have a big floor, but when Chuchi visited last week, there was a good enough space for her to talk five steps forward and backward, side to side.  Hahahaha.

When we got home, I saw this on my door.

And when I opened it, I saw what I have not seen for the past 6 months (not a joke or an exaggeration):  THE FLOOR.

I never really thought I had that much space!  I couldn’t really get a good shot without everyone in it, because they were just all so excited to see that I have a clean room!  My brother was not even shy to show his exhaustion in cleaning it up.  And also, he arranged most of my shoes on the new shoe rack.  He obviously crammed it — and I later on rearranged it to my liking — but what the heck.  It looks great!

Then there’s a ribbon on my closet door.  I untied it and it showed this.

I know it doesn’t seem too organized from the photo but he recognized my system.  I put the clothes I most recently wore at the extreme right, and the ones folded underneath them are the clothes that I barely wear.

I pulled out my lingerie drawer and even that is neatly arranged in rows!  Hahahaha.  I believe I have forever scarred my brother by making him fix my knickers. :)

All this for a price of PhP1,000.  I added PhP200 more for tip, because you can LITERALLY eat off the floor.  Sobrang linis, nakakaloka.

First thing I did?  Curled up in my bed and took out this book, in hopes of it lulling me to sleep.

Of course that failed and I ended up reading about 45 pages of it, but then again, it was a good way to turn the day around.  So filled with surprises.

I could get used to this. :)

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This was supposed to be posted last night, but PLDT once again failed to provide the Internet connection that comes with a PhP2,000 monthly bill.  WHAT THE FUCK PLDT?!  Globe, Sun, and Sky Broadband, please do something to improve your coverage in Las Pinas City.  There is more than one household itching to transfer service providers.  Thank you very much. 

Flashback 2 dance recital

I successfully passed my product training.  We start with our nesting period next week.  My shift sucks, as usual.  Call center shifts are not always favorable.  But nonetheless it’s workable.  I start at 12mn till 9am.  I hope all goes well.  It’s my first time in collections, and I normally hate collectors, but now that I am one of them, I might as well change my opinion somehow.

 

Dylan was here earlier.  We (us and my folks) went to Daniel’s recital.  It was a blast.  We really had fun.  It was my first time to see my brother perform.  It was funny though, coz the emcee kept on mispronouncing words.  Honestly, I was half stark raving mad.  Unless you are a communications major, you won’t understand my anger.

 

He introduced his girlfriend to the family.  She looks like Juliana Palermo.  I prolly shot about 23 videos and I will try to upload them to YouTube.  They’re quite a lot and judging the fact that we only have dial-up, it might take ages before it finishes.  I guess I hafto ease it bit by bit.

 

If ever I won’t be able to hit it with YouTube, you can count on my Multiply account.

 

Right now, my mother is recalling every single detail of the day I got mugged to my grandmother.  Ugh.  The pain – it’s all coming back to me now.

 

Dylan said he tried to recall if he ever went to his brother’s affairs.  I felt bad when he said he can’t seem to recall any.  Ever since he moved out, he has missed out on a lot with his family.  A part of me felt a tad guilty about it, because I know I hardly missed any event in my family (and now it seems to me like I am rubbing it in his face), but I know that wasn’t his intention.

 

My guy has to let air out.  He can only hold his breath for so long.

 

He asked me if he needs a counselor, prolly to assist him in setting his priorities, the “things to straighten out” part of his life.  But then again, I don’t have a stupid partner.  He already knows what to do.  He’s just taking another deep breath, and to some, deep breaths can be quite a while.

 

I am now getting a clearer picture of what I want in my life.  There are things that I can never really solve, and I don’t have to bother myself with that.  I think that’s a good thing for me to remember.  It’s a good wake up call so I can now stop beating myself up for every problem in the world I cannot solve.

 

The lines became finer at this point in our relationship.  I can now say that when I have a family of my own, I will not miss an event in their lives.

 

My brother rocks!  ;P