Fare thee well

My dear readers, I believe my own personal form of tragedy struck last Saturday.

A classmate from grad school turned out to be one of those few people who fancy basically the same literary options as I do.  He kept mentioning this book that I just must read.  He insisted so much that he was willing to part with his copy temporarily.

I decided to end my curiosity last Saturday when I headed over to National Bookstore Mall of Asia on my way home to Las Piñas.  I walked in, two-strapping my backpack, my phone and wallet in one hand, a bag of cotton buds for my mother in the other.

I walked to Customer Service and had them look for that book.  Tea Obreht’s The Tiger’s Wife.  Personnel immediately radioed another staffer to look for a copy around the store.  In an effort to not look like a prick, I wandered around fiction and literary winners section for another book to add to my list.

I think I need to reread Jane Austen’s something.  Oooh, George Orwell.  I don’t get the buzz for Jessica Zafra.  IT’S MY FAVORITE BOOK!  Yay for Arlene Chai!  I wonder if they have Fight Club here…

Random thoughts kept spilling in and out of my head, and I didn’t notice the time.  The service personnel gave me The Tiger’s Wife and as I grabbed a copy of Persuasion, I noticed I only had my phone in my hand.  No wallet.

The next 40 minutes consisted of me peering over CCTV footage, filing complaints in Uniqlo, Forever21, Zara and National Bookstore, but as time droned by I had to accept the inevitable:  my wallet is never coming back to me.

I had to return the books I had in my hand.  It was the last copy of The Tiger’s Wife.  My father was waiting for me outside; at least I didn’t have to worry about my ride home.  And I was drowning in an overwhelming sense of calmness.

That sense has finally subsided when I woke up to get to work this morning.

Farewell, my safari printed Liz Claiborne wallet.  I know I’ve constantly complained about replacing you, but really you were precious.  You housed my photos, government IDs and cash and credit cards.  You housed my identity.  Never did I think that I’d lose you in a sea of books.  But then, that’s really the best way to lose any material possession.  However far away, I know for a fact that you will always be with me.

Because no bitch or whore would ever dare to steal my name.  If they know what’s good for them.

I miss you already. </3


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. :)

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. 

Day 13: Yourself with 13 things

It was a really busy day in the office and in my head, there is no way I will be able to pull off this day’s challenge.  But then I noticed I have so many shit on my desk, it’s impossible for me to not pass this challenge!

When I first started working here, I noticed that there is no way I can put a corkboard.  Everything was cubed and all we had to hold up our most important notes and reminders were magnets.  So, in short, I went on a magnet craze.  I think it was a good month too.  Each time I had free time, I’d drag Anj or Ranna to the nearest National Bookstore and buy magnets.  Anj eventually grew tired of it that when I start to check out magnets, she’ll scream my name.  Like really.  Like a mom saying put that down.  Hahahaha.

So there.  My thirteen magnets.  Actually they’re about 20, but the challenge just asked for 13 so…