Resolution 1: Make trips to the palengke a weekly or bimonthly habit. (Make it weekly, which leads to...)

Resolution 2: Include more greens, other veggies, and fruits in my diet.

Resolution 3: Get more creative with cooking. (And when I say get more creative, I mean using what I already have in the pantry or refrigerator and whipping up something tasty and healthy.)

Resolution 4: Save money.

See where this is going?

If you do, good for you, because I can't. What I just know is these are good things to do in themselves, and don't necessarily have to be a means to an end.

If the above four resolutions lead to others, then well and good. Eating fast food less? Well and good. Getting better kitchen mastery? sounds good to me. Eating healthier, and potentially losing weight? Cool; who wouldn't want that?

Right now, it seems my weekly menu staples are homemade daing na bangus, at least one crockpot dish, and a flavor-of-the-week custard. (last week was cheese, this week is hand-squeezed mango. Show those fruits no mercy!)

I downed an entire head of boiled broccolli with a couple pats of butter for dinner last night. Ye gods, half a pound of broccolli for P50. I guess you could say I practically stuffed myself with greenery, and ate the equivalent of a tiny shrub.  (Next time, I better curb my enthusiasm.) 

Right now, I'm aiming to make Resolution #2 my priority.  It's just a matter of elbow grease, resourcefulness, and imagination -- and a good eye for fresh produce, I think.

 Bakit kamo? Because of this, and this, and this. 

Sana sa birthday ko, may maka-face-to-face akong ganito: ( Read more... )

 Sleep does wonders. the last post was my Before, and perhaps (I hope) this is the After. 

Sunday went rather well, really. Adequate sleep does that to you. Saturday was a little bit paranoid, but sleep and a conversation with eclair was the Universe's way of saying "come one, little one, it's alright, no one's out to get you". 

Cue turning my mind off for a few minutes at 6:00am for no apparent purpose and writing out affirmations. The worries and anxiety of the day before felt like a volume dial turned down to zero. That felt good. Very good.
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 They say you tend to forget your dream within the first ten minutes of waking up. This is probably true. The idea of my dream won't quit, however. It feels like he's still watching.  

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Many thanks tolaulan for the video. This totally made my Monday. 

Can also be seen here!

my problems are piddling right now.

My laundrywoman left me. and refused to tell me why.

My phone is busted.
which is why I was late for work.
And now my boss wants to talk to me because of IP phone technicalities.
And I discover my phone will need professional help, because the stall technicians have given up hope on it.


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my problems are piddling.
my problems are piddling.

This day and this week will end ok. Maybe (hopefully) better than expected, but I'll be glad to be ok.

Lessons all given, reports and homework sent. Still here at the office, my fingertips are freezing. the sensation on my eyelids say so.

So! What business do I still have here on a blog I so rarely update?

Er... To be honest, I don't know. It feels alien to me now, writing about my own life apart from my hobbies. I'm not entirely sure how I can fit all the events that have come and gone into a single post without my Friends list calling down fire and brimstone on me. (How terrible! they're not so mean, Jonette. Shame on you.)

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My latest adventure was doing the groceries in a different supermarket. And my next one will most likely be an overnight trip to Enchanted Kingdom with James for his birthday.

If you found the last statement funny, well good for you.

I really haven't been having that many real-life adventures lately. It's been a quiet, domestic-corporate drumbeat for me -- home,work,work, home, sew a tiny bit, work, home,anime,home, work.

Despite what others might call evidence, I refuse to believe my life is boring.

Work brings its own gripes from time to time -- the watchful eyes, the expectations, hanging like the Sword of Damocles over your head. Let it hang for all I care. I enjoy talking to the people I teach, telling them to mind their p's and q's, and watching them learn and discover things for themselves bit by bit -- or not. All in a day's work. I like watching the hours flow by in the hubbub of lesson chatter and keyboards.

Home is my cave. I surround myself with my creature comforts to remind me that I am still human and I have the ability to create to make me happy. My sewing machine, the big toolbox of odds and ends, the pattern drafts plastered on the wall are now synonymous to indie music, graffiti, tattoos, I Love You the way The Cure would sing it.

I can make skirts.
I can make a dress.
I've learned how to draft a pattern using measurements.
I can make a corset, and damn, I will wear it.
I can recycle old things, and I prefer experimenting with my own things first.

Oh, and I can knit.

I have orders lined up, waiting for me, and dammit, I gotta find time for all of them! I am eternally grateful for good friends who have been so supportive every step of the way -- and for bearing with the occasional insanity.

My mother asked me to make her a dress as my birthday gift to her, and I gladly said yes. White crisp cotton in a cherry print, ruched and gartered all 'round the torso, something that falls to her knees, ties at the shoulders. I want her to feel like Doris Day. she will turn a few years shy of 50, but I know her better. Those years can't fool me.

eclair has commissioned me to make her a couple of skirts and knitted scarves. These make me happy on so many levels.

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I've been plurking and tumbling more often now, really. The craft blog is really there for crafting documentation... I've been doing a poor job of it, considering that I've been creating faster than I can write about it. ( Read more... )

This is probably the only place where I will be able to post this without creeping the beejeezus out of most people.

Last night, I first watched Coraline, then I Stumbledupon a web page that had a healthy mish-mash of funny ads, funky bags and kitchen items, CG art, and this video.

Don't let the title short-change you. It's actually quite good.

A voodoo doll, one among many, manages to escape from the meat hook he was hung on. He must use his wits and courage to save his friends from a grisly fate. But how?

This morning was a welcome surprise, and a most welcome break from the sultry, humid heat of summer. It's a very rainy day today, and I honestly love it.

On the way to work, I spotted a Piaggio scooter -- made out to mini-pick-up truck. ^__^* It was pretty amazing, really. I think the compartment at the back could have held three to four giant tuna fish, or two very woolly sheep comfortably. I was laughing and smiling to myself on the jeep, and the other passengers wondered what the hell was so special about the Piaggio. Oh well.

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James and I have never been better, and I am so thankful and I love my life right now. it's a quiet thrill deep down inside me when I see our plans are slowly growing piece by tiny piece. something big and grand is waiting to happen, and can't wait for all that beauty to explode!

I wish you, dear reader, beauty and love in your life too. Tell me what make Life beautiful for you today.