how could it be eleven in the evening already?

before i went to sleep yesterday, i had a plan: go to work and work till i just have enough energy to get home and crash. of course i got home really late, but who cared. i was thinking positive thoughts and in my heart, positive thoughts were sufficient to get the job done.

and then i woke up at 9 am. what's worse, while that was late already, i said, a couple more minutes and i ended waking up at 11. then i turned on the tv and ended up watching showtime. and then it was pilipinas win na win and i wanted to see the new show (i'm a closet krissie fan, shhhh.) so i stayed in bed ... and i stayed there until it was elive and i was able to peel myself away.

for the record, can i just say that robin padilla, for all intents and purposes, is a vampire? he doesn't age, he's hotter than ever, and he positively sparkles. oh, mariel, i so do not blame you for falling for him. he's as rough as zanjoe, but infinitely more gwapo, more suave, and a definite a-lister. go, girl, go!

moving on -- hoping i could make the most out of the rest of my day, i sat on my (clean) desk and made a list of the stuff i had to do: have tire vulcanized, withdraw money, buy baon stuff for trip, go to sun. and then i left.

errand 1 went okay -- i was lucky enough to arrive when there were zero customers (soon after i arrived a whole slew of people needing vulcanizing jobs arrived) and was done in fifteen minutes.

errand 2 went okay too. atm was working, withdrew the money i needed, and left. two minutes, tops.

and then i arrived at robinson's bf. remember how i went there once to buy light and came home with a television? well, it happened again, sort of.

so there i was, going up the escalator, to go to the sun shop on the second floor when i spied a home sale. so i checked it out. nothing to lose, right?

wrong. money was lost ... on a whole lot of stuff.

so at first i spied this nice lumbar pillow. 100 pesos. i likey. so i asked the guy, are there others? so he went to get some and while i was waiting i saw a round red pillow. perfect. i had been searching for a round pillow for a while.

then he came back and uttered the words that led to my "downfall" -- ma'am madami pa po doon sa loob.

loob? loob where? turns out they were occupying the space beside handyman.

so i went and golly golly golly. it was a treasure trove of home stuff, almost all on 50% off. and, if they weren't on 50% off, they were priced so low that you wouldn't really mind that they weren't on sale. the only problem was that if you wanted something, you had to dig, and dig deep.

and that's exactly what i did. i don't know exactly how long it took, but before i knew it, i had two covers sized for a lumbar pillow, three sparkly throw pillow covers, and two natural-fiber-looking throw pillow covers. add to that the two earlier lumbar pillows (i dumped the round pillow by then) and i had two giant bags of stuff. crazy, i know.

after that i resumed "normal programming" and did the rest of my errands. but then, i couldn't, for the life of me, go home without buying pillows to go inside my pillow cases (the stuff they had at robinson's were all the "decorated" stuff -- no simple fillers) so i made a not-so-side trip to SM southmall.

henry sy -- you truly call out to me all the time.

let's just say it was 8 by the time i got home. add to that the time stuffing pillowcases, figuring out where stuff should go, and sewing shut a throw pillow cover (i had bought one with a broken zipper -- but it was the one i loved the most and at 40pesos, i didn't exactly mind just sewing it shut) and, surprise, surprise, it's almost midnight.

and all i've got to show for it are a whole lot of throw pillows.

sigh.

hello, world, this is rosa, the new home addict, signing off for now. i am using positive thoughts to bring me to the office tomorrow (i really need to work, boo me) and if i know what's good for me, i will haul my jiggly ass there, bright and early.

normal life

for the longest time -- i think beginning may 4 after i finalized the disney booking -- my calendar was on this page.

forget the fact that i had stuff a lot of stuff on my plate last may. my eyes were set on june 4, when my mom would finally be home for vacation after almost 8 years away, and june 13, when we'd be off to our disney vacation.

then june 4 came ... and after that june 13 ... and all too soon, it was june 21 and i had to bring my mom to the airport to say goodbye, and once more my life was, needless to say, back to normal.

next week it'll be july and i can't believe that june is just six days away from being done and over with. and what have i done with it, really? for one, i've stopped injections since may so forget about the red boxes marking june 8 and 22 -- nothing much really happened on those days unless you consider important the fact that on june 8 i brought my mom with me to S&R to taste my favorite pizza and she said it tasted exactly like costco (something which, from the tone of her voice, she doesn't exactly enjoy) and that on june 22 -- just a couple of days ago -- i was mad rushing to finish a pleading i didn't exactly have 100% faith in.

oh, for things bright and exciting to once more happen in my life.

on a totally unrelated note -- don't you just hate scheduling conflicts? see, june 26 would've been my first weekend "free" in the sense that mama would have returned to the US by then ... so i scheduled a dinner with ua&p friends only to find out later that the thing i had said yes to -- going with a friend to cabanatuan -- was happening on the exact same day. two days ago, someone invited me to a leadership training on the same date, and yesterday, i received a text message asking me if i wanted to join tuloy's version of amazing race on, guess what, june 26.

same thing with july -- my raket asked if i'd be free to do lectures on the 24th and 31st of july, but i said, can we move it to the 7th of august since lingkod alabang has an activity on the 24th. they asked again if i could reconsider as something was scheduled for the 7th and it was only then that i *stupidly* realized i'd be out of the country that saturday. boo.

come to think of it, maybe it still isn't normal life for me.