Two, six, zero, one The peaceful niche that I love Our strawberry fields -fritz
It’s my hometown’s Strawberry Festival! I am inviting everyone to come to La Trinidad and celebrate our town festival happening this March 18 to March 31, 2014. There’s gonna be lots of strawberry products like jams, cakes, smoothies, ice creams, cakes, yogurts and maybe shawarma. And please come and enjoy our semi-temperate vegetables and flowers among others. Be part of this exciting event and let’s celebrate our culture!
Usually, when I hear the word “chore”, the adjective “dull” immediately pops out of my mind. What’s worse is that they are repeatedly done. I repeat, repeatedly done. I admit I am a slacker and as a classic slacker, chores irk me. But since I need to live on, I must do these things to be functional.
I am currently home-based so it goes that the tasks I usually do are household chores (hold out that Duh! expression.) Aside from the occasional sketching and image editing that I do, I spend the rest of my days watching TV and reading books. Sure, I cook or bake sometimes but culinary tasks don’t bother me that much because it’s warding somehow. I also do floor cleaning but for only like twice a week. I’m thankful that I have housemates that could handle the rest of maintaining our house. But what I think is the least favorable task is doing the laundry. We all do each of our laundry so I can’t actually pass them to my housemates. That leaves me doing it on my own. I don’t want to bring them to the laundry shop because I have to drive them to get there and I also hate driving due to some accident incident in the past. I also don’t like picking up stuff on the way. Plus, I don’t like the smell of the detergent they use. Well, you can say I’m a prima donna.
It’s not that I hate it but doing the laundry is very tedious. I change my clothes like everyday and they go straight to the hamper. The only article I wash right away are my underwear. I’ve got a roomful of clothes so I don’t worry much about running out of something to wear. I think the longest time I did not do my laundry was three months. My mom would complain about my overflowing hamper and there was this time when she called for temps to do it for me. I admit I was not proud of that.
As time passed, I think I’ve learned a lesson. I now do my laundry twice or thrice a month. And we have this super cool Samsung washing machine which makes it easier. Haha!
It’s been a while since I picked up my pen and wrote a manuscript for my blog. The last time I have written a whole blog post was almost a year ago. I have experienced a lot of adventure and lost and gained but due to some reasons I cannot pinpoint, I was not able to transcribe them. Maybe I was preoccupied with my photography gigs and other chores back then. Maybe I was overwhelmed with the ideas in my head that I forgot to write them. I have neglected my pen and pad for over a year. I have even lost my favorite pen during my dormancy.
Then earlier this year, I remembered to check my WordPress account. I was glad to delighted to learn that there were still some who view and read my posts and was more delighted to see new followers. I realized the that I should write and post again because I owe it to these readers and subscribers. I know that I’m not really a good writer and my posts are incoherent, a chop suey of fashion, narratives, poems and illustrations, but still, I should write this craziness in my head.
I now tweaked my blog— I added some buttons on the menu and changed my theme. As a preparation for my comeback, I have tried writing haikus which was like a baby step before constructing paragraphs in the future. I thought of posting these haikus together with some of my photos and illustrations.
I want to thank the readers who read my outdated posts and those who accidentally clicked the links that got them lost in my page (you upped my view stats!). I thank my co-writers and bloggers for posting. Reading your works have motivated me to write again. To whoever is reading this post, I would like to hear your inputs to challenge me more so that I could develop my writing skills
Let’s keep our fingers moving and our thought flowing. Happy blogging!
I’ve actually done this during the holiday season out of boredom. I was looking for some old clothes in the attic with nice a fabric to be recycled but unfortunately, I found none. Instead, I saw my nephew and niece’s old cloth diapers or lampin as we call them here in the Philippines. They’re made out of 100% cotton and the thickness was just right which was perfect for the project I intended to do. Don’t worry, they were clean and poop-free!
MATERIALS (makes 1 scarf):
– 2 cloth diapers
1. Cut the cloth in half lengthwise. (I used three of the cutouts but you can use all four pieces if you want a longer scarf.)
2. Sew the entire long edge of the wrong side from tip to end. Now you have a long tube of cloth.
3. Put your arm through the middle of your long tube and grab the end of the other side. Then pull the far side back through the middle of the tube, flipping it right side out as you gou.
14 seconds introduction in a 2 hours birthday party 30 minutes of funny life-story sharing before you asked my number 1 month and 18 days of exchanging friendly messages before you confessed your feelings 6 months of courtship before becoming officially on 10 to 15 minutes of phone calls daily Twice a month dinner dates 7 monthsaries celebrated 1 week of you becoming cold, 6 days before our 8th monthsary 18 minutes confession of a friend who knew about your 2-month infidelity 6 minutes for me to tell you about what I heard and to ask you “Is is true?” 6 seconds of silence before you said “yes” 7 minutes, i guess, took you to explain that you are sorry that you fell out of love and you just can’t spit it out to my face 7 seconds, I stood still and 18 seconds for me to run away while you are in the middle of your story of cheating 27 minutes of my dramatic walking under the rain 7 nights being sleepless, i still love you Half a month, I haven’t heard about you, still expecting for rekindling of the old flames 2 months, 3 weeks, 2 days after the confrontation, a friend told me You are getting married to that 3 month pregnant girl you were seeing behind my back Another month of sleepless nights, so lonely Dozens of friends telling me to let it go One me waiting for you One me denying the truth One me, still thinking there is still love One stupid me, saying that this love will be forever …