I hate packing. While I believe everyone has an OC DNA in their system one way or another, I am unfortunate not to be OC when it comes to fitting my life in a suitcase.
I have learned how to pack lightly though. Mainly because some of my trips now involve packing for an infant whose stuff takes up more space than my own. I have to cut back on my essentials just so I can still manage to walk around, with the bags, baby and all.
My office will be sending me to Cebu. For 48 hours. I am excited, really. I'll get to try authentic Cebu lechon anyway. What depresses me is the weather forecast. Says all over the internet it's either rainy or cloudy with scattered rain. Ugh. Not a fan of rain when travelling. Do you have any idea how bulky footwear is for rain weather? Another disappointment is missing Sinulog. I secretly wish they'd push me back 1 week but we're on a schedule.
Ugh.
This ranting should be enough. I have to start packing before Javier notices it.
Happy new year!
Let's say you're actually reading this now. I've long buried this blog due to laziness and for lack of things to write (or maybe, I really am just lazy to stop and jot down everything I want to say out loud). So if you've managed to drag yourself here (prolly because I sent you a link or forced you to read this because I want you to really read this), thank you for wasting time to read the ramblings you're about to see. This will be quick. I promise.
In my x years of writing, a new year post was a must. Well, it's still the same for this year but with remnants from a few bottles of liquor still flowing in my system. I usually just ramble about things I want to do for the rest of the year but not today - screw that. 2013 has been a good year, save for one heart ache, but all is well.
2013 was the year Patricia learned she can do it. 2014 will be the year she'll do it.
Sa lahat ng nagtyaga, nakasama at nananatili sa tabi ko, maraming salamat. Sa mga nawala at nangiwan, salamat na rin sa pagpapaalala na kaya ko kahit wala kayo. Sa suporta at walang sawang pagmamahal, maraming salamat at sana masuklian ko lahat ng kabaitan na naibahagi nyo. Sa mga bagong nakilala at naging bahagi ng buhay ko, sana magtagal ang kwento ng pagsasama natin. Sa mga nakalimot, nawa'y maging masaya kayo kung ano man ang dumarating sa buhay nyo ngayon, salamat sa panahon at sana ay magkita muli tayo. Sa mga taong nagpasaya, naggabay, at nagbahagi, pagpalain sana kayo. Sa mga taong nasakatan, salamat sa pagunawa at sa pagintindi at patawad sa mga taong hindi nabigyan ng halaga. Maraming salamat sa mga naging bahagi ng buhay ko, 2013 man o noon pa.
To the mistakes I made and the lessons I learned. To the love I got and to the battles I fought. To the wonders of firsts and the bittersweet endings of things I've held on to. To my Javier. To a better, wiser and happier 2014.
Cheers!
Patricia :)
Today I woke up past 1pm. The last time this happened was about 2 years ago, back when I still didn't have a son. Motherhood does change a lot about a woman.
Back then, I would sleep through half the day because I was either lurking on the internet trying to bore myself to sleep or I'm intoxicated. Oh to be young... Last night, I went out for choir practice (tagging along Javier), and then did some business stuff.
I finally got around to starting a small one. Haven't thought of a name yet (ugh, just like when I was thinking of a name for Javier!) but I have a list of ones that I like. Nica chipped in too. We're just waiting for JR to come back from Thailand then we're rolling. This should be good in time for the Christmas season. :D
I never realized that making desserts and baking would take up a lot of time. So here I am, tired and sleepy, but I have to do this. After all, I do need the extra income and now is probably a good time to start saving up for Javier's future needs and other expenses.
It's almost 1am and I still have to clean up my things. Javier has been sound asleep for the past 3 hours but I think he had another nightmare or something, hence me being the multi-tasking human being that most mothers are known to do.
