L♥ve is a Mutt

Two days ago, I splurged. And I felt a little less guilty because they were all worth it. I never knew there were discounts until I handed them over to the cashier for payment. And this was one of life's simple surprises. Discounts were at a little less than 50%. Good deal, huh? So, these are what I bought. Yes, this is my idea of shopping. No fancy clothes because for the next weeks, I am going to be so busy at work. And yes, more books. Books that lay on the floor beside my air bed. Books which I don't get to read. Yet. I'm just too busy with work now. :( I don't have time for my passions. The Dame's Shopping made her room a little crowded because of: The Darwin Awards Next Evolution, Chlorinating the Gene Pool. This sounds like a boring book, but me wants it. Now, I am not fond of novels and classics and chic flicks anymore. I am now more inclined to anything goes, diary-type, life documentary type of books. That is, if you know what I mean.

I love day offs ! Technically, it's not my day off. I just had the day for myself since my night will be allotted for work. I'm gonna do the graveyard shift tonight because I need to get things going and it is not possible during the day. I woke up at 12. On a Friday. Yay. Just like my weekend morning routine. And I go online. A co-worker video called me. And I plugged in my yellow webcam , proud for them to see my messed up morning face and unruly hair. Haha. They were eating and my stomach lurched. My last meal was my 8pm dinner. They said we'll meet up at a nearby mall to go grab some lunch. Lunch was a good kind of different. We ate at this cafe called Altimira's Place, which was situated in the center of the mall. They have lighted candles on a black holder as center tables. They have magazines, which I instantly grabbed even before we made our orders. I am a sucker for magazines. Their meals were a little more expensive than I thought and as I looked at t

Sundays are rest days, but I haven't gotten enough sleep. I still have plenty of things to do. Weekends. Tsk. You need sleep and you need to clean the house. Anyway, after waking up at 12.30 pm, I bathed and hit my laptop. I haven't finished, or let alone started any article for my writing gigs. Tsk, too bad. I just browsed some blogs and shared some of my previously published articles. I remembered I have to get my laundry, which was ready for pick up since last week. No, I am not that lazy to go get them, I just didn't have the time. I work on a 12-hour schedule for my day job. For 4 days. And it can turn to 5 if I need to finish something. So, I picked up my floral dress from my stroller (because my closet is already full of clothes. Dresses go into the stroller.). I wore my blue jacket over it since the dress has spaghetti straps. At least, I want to look  be conservative when I hear mass. Off I went to the laundry shop, three blocks from my apartment. The woma

I missed this feeling -- raindrops kissing my bare hands and falling to the exposed surface of my feet. My black doll shoes and the bottom part of my jeans were soaking wet. A part of my hair had her share. But I didn't mind. A downpour of a heavy rain always gets me. To set the mood, click this first: I love it when rain droplets trickle down my face. Rainy nights + Me in pajamas + Unlimited internet access = Me in a blissful state So, during adorned moments like this, I usually caught myself: in dreamland dreaming about my dreams giving in to my creative fluids scribbling a journal entry thinking of my dogs wanting to be surrounded by soft, oversized pillows tracing the marshmallows in my late chocolate drink with my eyes curling up with a good read scribbling/doodling lots in my blue diary (with a fine corrugated-cover) inspired to make more out of my life reading the bible or my daily manna just listening to the raindrops on the GI corrugated ro

Heya, everyone. My Saturday plan of staying at home was completely destroyed after J posted on my fb wall to watch Xmen First class with her and the others. So, yeah, I ditched my Saturday with my lappies for Wendy's mushroom burger melt, Xmen movie and Shakey's Chicken, Pizza and Salad. Fast food has ruined my eating habits. I want to be thin, yet I eat these. via Xmen was an A-okay movie. Loved the effects, how Beast's hand-like foot changed into a normal one and how the chemical enhanced his mutated form. Story was also good (though I'm not very knowledgeable of the whole Xmen comic story). Didn't know Magneto and Professor X were friends. I liked Angel's powers though; she's like an evil Tinkerbell. I like the sound from her flapping wings and her ability to fire fireballs from her mouth. I'm also glad the Alex didn't die, he is cute. And I like it the relieved look on the faces of the Americans and Russians when the missiles exploded i

via My job is not the-glitz-and-the-glamor  type. I don't get to wear wedges. My hair has to be inside a cap for some time. Make-up is not a requirement and inappropriate (if heavy) and close to impossible at times. I hear a lot of boy talk most of the time. I have to use my brain cells everyday, or squeeze more juice from them all the time. I always have to do it right the first time. Appraisals are under my expectations. Career growth seems so far away. Time has been unfair. I spend half of the day at the office, an hour on the shuttle ride (to and from work). I spend all the days without my dogs. My mom. And the boyfriend. Saturday mornings are consumed for sleeping. Fridays are OT days. Some weekends are for travelling to my aunt's place. Cleaning up takes a portion of my home time. Writing has been a privilege. Technicalities have engulfed the creative me. I'm drained when I arrive at home and weekends make me crave for rest, thus creativity loses its