I need a bit of a diversion. Been missing out on blogs lately. Gawd.
Today is Friday so hurrah! Don and I went to the grocery store to buy a big tub of chocolate ice cream with marshmallows together with two bags of V-cut and some yogurt in value pack. It saved us P10. I've been bugging Don to make me eat ice cream to my heart's content for the longest time ever --- this whole pregnancy thing can be a bitch especially if you've been craving for cold stuff like ice cream, yogurt (thank God for yogurt!), gulaman, coke, sundae and good ol' halo-halo. I'll be drowning in those in a little while. Have to finish half of my writing though. My boss will kill me.
Parentals are going out so the house is pretty much empty. We'll be hanging out by the store. I love Fridays...
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Friday, June 5, 2009
Moving Out!
Can't wait to be back in the city. Being far away from the noise is good, but I've been missing a lot of noise lately.
I have lived a very nomadic life since I was born. My parents who met in Manila (my mother's from Barotac and my pops roots from Guimaras) are not "settlers" and we've skipped through a series of apartments and houses for rent until I was 11. I was born in Paranaque, raised in Pasay, lived in Baclaran, Villamor Airbase and even as far as Trece Martirez City Cavite until my mom got pregnant with my little bro and decided to transfer to Iloilo. My father was a seaman and it's just me, my mom and my sister in this cute little subdivision called Capitol Hills. The "akyat bahay gangs" suddenly became a trend and it left us no choice but to move to the province so my aunts and uncles can assist my mom when she gives birth. She said we'll stay for a year. That was 12 years ago. And I now find myself in Oton.
And now, at 22, I'm moving out again. I really don't have a problem with it. But I'll miss my bed.
I have lived a very nomadic life since I was born. My parents who met in Manila (my mother's from Barotac and my pops roots from Guimaras) are not "settlers" and we've skipped through a series of apartments and houses for rent until I was 11. I was born in Paranaque, raised in Pasay, lived in Baclaran, Villamor Airbase and even as far as Trece Martirez City Cavite until my mom got pregnant with my little bro and decided to transfer to Iloilo. My father was a seaman and it's just me, my mom and my sister in this cute little subdivision called Capitol Hills. The "akyat bahay gangs" suddenly became a trend and it left us no choice but to move to the province so my aunts and uncles can assist my mom when she gives birth. She said we'll stay for a year. That was 12 years ago. And I now find myself in Oton.
And now, at 22, I'm moving out again. I really don't have a problem with it. But I'll miss my bed.
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