It's Just Not Enough
Last Friday, I hung out with Stephy. We shopped for the necessary groceries for tomorrow and even loitered around the Milford Mall. It was also the night the Stargate SG-1 series ended. Not a lot of bells and whistles to the finale but I think it did very good job at tying it up. Mom was still in pain but that didn't stop her from trying whenever possible to walk without her cane.
Saturday Kuya and dad headed out and I stayed with mom. I basically did the chores which isn't exactly a stretch from what I normally do. I did offer mom a piece of leche flan that I had made (her recipe of course). Now mind you, it was the first time that I have ever attempted to make one and I was nervous like whoa that I screwed up b/c her flan is a signature piece at parties. My teachers loved it and requested it whenever they saw me in the halls (throwback to HCHS), Filipinos would always order it when mom had her catering business (and even when she didn't), and then family who would always demand that this dish be made, hell with anything else. So yeah, there's a standard. I gave mom a piece and, to my surprise, she said it was perfect.
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No, seriously.
She said that it was terrific. So, phew on that. *phew* We were actually going to watch a Filipino movie for a bit and then nap until someone repeatedly rung the doorbell. Who was it? Why it was Lola and Mila. What would a relaxing Saturday be without the woman who makes life a little more unbearable...and friend. Actually I like Mila. Go Mila Go. Lola came by with groceries (that we didn't need) and ended up dropping a lot of the fruit she bought us onto the floor. They also saw our leftover breakfast and decided to eat . Lola kept yelling at mom to tell her how she was. I ended up answering any of the medical questions and praying that she would just leave. For some odd reason, Lola was under the impression that mom was a lot more hurt than she let on, despite me telling her that mom is a little unresponsive because she's sleepy. ^_^; They stayed and talked to mom for over an hour about how it's her own fault she got this way(I'm sorry, how exactly was this supposed to make mom feel better?). I was able to text Kuya a message saying "lola and mila are here, code red". *giggle* I also called them when they finally left. I gave mom lunch and then headed for my nap. I woke up all groggy and went downstairs to see mom still sleeping. Dad and Kuya had arrived home a bit ago and came bearing gifts from Ikea. We have a new rug (black with brown borders), a new basket shelf, a new shelf, a new mirror, and new green light bulbs. I have no idea why dad thought I wanted green light bulbs but they're here. Also, I have a new fan which they bought from BJs. It's actually pretty coolio.
Sunday was Tita Nenette's birthday so dad and I were up early for mass and headed straight to their place. No one answered the bell, so dad broke through their already broken screen and stuffed the gift bag between the doors. Yeah, that didn't look suspicious. We actually went out for breakfast which is weird. We went to IHOP in Milford, and believe me, that's no small feat. We sat in a stupid corner table but it was better than nothing. My only gripe with the place was that my pancakes weren't chocolate chip like I had ordered but it was crowded so I let it go. We returned home where dad and Kuya rearranged my room in order to place the shelf and the fan. Kuya and I were then dropped off at the Trumbull Mall to give mom and dad time together. It also gave me a chance to buy waterguns and a birthday card...although I'm pretty sure she already received the same kind of card which makes me do this ^_^;. Ah well. When dad picked Kuya and me up, he said that we should make sure that the guns weren't damaged. Just because they were on sale doesn't mean they were broken. To my astonishment, dad filled up one of the guns and started shooting me inside the house and then he ran outside.
That's right folks, it's war.
So I filled up the other one and dad just stood in front of the door shooting me. We tested out how far the water would fly and then we just shot each other until we ran out of water. Mom and Kuya were shocked to see how soaked we were, well that kinda happens when they're preoccupied with their respective computers.
I can't really recall too much about Monday. Mom decided to head back to work and she complained about a twitching in her knee. Marianne came back for her couple hours of work during her vacay. It was fun. Felt like an idiot because Pat was helping me count my drawer, even though I told her not to, and Ramona inquired as to why it took two peeps to do the job. Oh! I had done a lot of the preparation work for the food.
Tuesday was just humid. My room was just bleh. At work, Rob and I worked on verifying a large shipment of books.
Wednesday, Rob, Jabu, and Alicea were helping me place books in the RS 101 sections and in the Physics sections. Ugh, it was just an embarrassing day because Lee (textbook manager) made this big deal about how Jabu is wrong and how I was doing my job. Did she not want me to have friends at work? After the books were all set, I was put in the back to organize hangers, fold shorts, and restock clothing and school supplies. Also, I was the only one that remembered that Lee and Ramona usually had their conference call.
Yesterday was fun in the fact that I did only one job the entire time and with a friendly face. Jenna and I had to go over the shelves and make sure there was a "used" sticker, a "999" barcode sticker, no price tags, and that all the used books were up front, not behind the new books. The greatest part was when the Business Statistics book attacked Jenna. Oh, and all this week we've had little kids running around from computer and sports camp. This one kid came into the store and praised our pocket protectors...we didn't even know we had them. I also bought a couple of things as last minute additions for Stephy's gift and a little something-something for me. I need to stop this habit of buying stuff when I receive my paycheck. My dad is actually the most concerned of my spending "when you don't even make that much". He's only saying that because every weekend of this month, there was always an event that required a gift or some kind of preparation. Other than my parents, I'm the only other person who can help out. *shrugs* Not like I'm spending the entire paycheck.
Today is more prep work for the party tomorrow. Because of the cake, I won't be able to help Stephy set up deco. Mom has been able to drive and walk a bit better so she wanted to go out to the grocery and the post office today. She asked me if I needed anything.
-_-
Yeah, like I'm going to stay home and bear grief from dad and Lola for letting you go out alone. Nuh-uh. So I'm heading out today with her when she returns from work.
Mom had her biopsy yesterday. Dad was the one that went with he, and ew, it's gross and kinda coolio how they do it. They gave mom novacaine and then inserted a needle tube thingy into the side of her boob where the growth is and sucked a piece of it out. They were watching it on a monitor. We're going to find out the results next week. Mom told me that she hopes I never have to go through it, and being the ray sunshine I am, I asked her "isn't breast cancer hereditary?" She said that Lola said that there wasn't one person in our family that had it so we have that going for us.
You know what's been bothering me the most lately? Feelings. Feeling numb is a feeling, right? I'm not sure if I'm okay with it or not, but I am used to it. My feelings have been not right and other people have been too much. People are dealing with losses, others are dealing with joyous success, and others are just fighting. Fighting everyone, anyone, and themselves. Guess I'm a little depressed. If I survive tomorrow, I'll let y'all know one big secret about me. Of course, it would have to stay between us. :-P
I think I'm fine for now.
Happiness is that state of consciousness which proceeds from the achievement of one's values. ~Ayn Rand
Saturday Kuya and dad headed out and I stayed with mom. I basically did the chores which isn't exactly a stretch from what I normally do. I did offer mom a piece of leche flan that I had made (her recipe of course). Now mind you, it was the first time that I have ever attempted to make one and I was nervous like whoa that I screwed up b/c her flan is a signature piece at parties. My teachers loved it and requested it whenever they saw me in the halls (throwback to HCHS), Filipinos would always order it when mom had her catering business (and even when she didn't), and then family who would always demand that this dish be made, hell with anything else. So yeah, there's a standard. I gave mom a piece and, to my surprise, she said it was perfect.
0_0
No, seriously.
She said that it was terrific. So, phew on that. *phew* We were actually going to watch a Filipino movie for a bit and then nap until someone repeatedly rung the doorbell. Who was it? Why it was Lola and Mila. What would a relaxing Saturday be without the woman who makes life a little more unbearable...and friend. Actually I like Mila. Go Mila Go. Lola came by with groceries (that we didn't need) and ended up dropping a lot of the fruit she bought us onto the floor. They also saw our leftover breakfast and decided to eat . Lola kept yelling at mom to tell her how she was. I ended up answering any of the medical questions and praying that she would just leave. For some odd reason, Lola was under the impression that mom was a lot more hurt than she let on, despite me telling her that mom is a little unresponsive because she's sleepy. ^_^; They stayed and talked to mom for over an hour about how it's her own fault she got this way(I'm sorry, how exactly was this supposed to make mom feel better?). I was able to text Kuya a message saying "lola and mila are here, code red". *giggle* I also called them when they finally left. I gave mom lunch and then headed for my nap. I woke up all groggy and went downstairs to see mom still sleeping. Dad and Kuya had arrived home a bit ago and came bearing gifts from Ikea. We have a new rug (black with brown borders), a new basket shelf, a new shelf, a new mirror, and new green light bulbs. I have no idea why dad thought I wanted green light bulbs but they're here. Also, I have a new fan which they bought from BJs. It's actually pretty coolio.
Sunday was Tita Nenette's birthday so dad and I were up early for mass and headed straight to their place. No one answered the bell, so dad broke through their already broken screen and stuffed the gift bag between the doors. Yeah, that didn't look suspicious. We actually went out for breakfast which is weird. We went to IHOP in Milford, and believe me, that's no small feat. We sat in a stupid corner table but it was better than nothing. My only gripe with the place was that my pancakes weren't chocolate chip like I had ordered but it was crowded so I let it go. We returned home where dad and Kuya rearranged my room in order to place the shelf and the fan. Kuya and I were then dropped off at the Trumbull Mall to give mom and dad time together. It also gave me a chance to buy waterguns and a birthday card...although I'm pretty sure she already received the same kind of card which makes me do this ^_^;. Ah well. When dad picked Kuya and me up, he said that we should make sure that the guns weren't damaged. Just because they were on sale doesn't mean they were broken. To my astonishment, dad filled up one of the guns and started shooting me inside the house and then he ran outside.
That's right folks, it's war.
So I filled up the other one and dad just stood in front of the door shooting me. We tested out how far the water would fly and then we just shot each other until we ran out of water. Mom and Kuya were shocked to see how soaked we were, well that kinda happens when they're preoccupied with their respective computers.
I can't really recall too much about Monday. Mom decided to head back to work and she complained about a twitching in her knee. Marianne came back for her couple hours of work during her vacay. It was fun. Felt like an idiot because Pat was helping me count my drawer, even though I told her not to, and Ramona inquired as to why it took two peeps to do the job. Oh! I had done a lot of the preparation work for the food.
Tuesday was just humid. My room was just bleh. At work, Rob and I worked on verifying a large shipment of books.
Wednesday, Rob, Jabu, and Alicea were helping me place books in the RS 101 sections and in the Physics sections. Ugh, it was just an embarrassing day because Lee (textbook manager) made this big deal about how Jabu is wrong and how I was doing my job. Did she not want me to have friends at work? After the books were all set, I was put in the back to organize hangers, fold shorts, and restock clothing and school supplies. Also, I was the only one that remembered that Lee and Ramona usually had their conference call.
Yesterday was fun in the fact that I did only one job the entire time and with a friendly face. Jenna and I had to go over the shelves and make sure there was a "used" sticker, a "999" barcode sticker, no price tags, and that all the used books were up front, not behind the new books. The greatest part was when the Business Statistics book attacked Jenna. Oh, and all this week we've had little kids running around from computer and sports camp. This one kid came into the store and praised our pocket protectors...we didn't even know we had them. I also bought a couple of things as last minute additions for Stephy's gift and a little something-something for me. I need to stop this habit of buying stuff when I receive my paycheck. My dad is actually the most concerned of my spending "when you don't even make that much". He's only saying that because every weekend of this month, there was always an event that required a gift or some kind of preparation. Other than my parents, I'm the only other person who can help out. *shrugs* Not like I'm spending the entire paycheck.
Today is more prep work for the party tomorrow. Because of the cake, I won't be able to help Stephy set up deco. Mom has been able to drive and walk a bit better so she wanted to go out to the grocery and the post office today. She asked me if I needed anything.
-_-
Yeah, like I'm going to stay home and bear grief from dad and Lola for letting you go out alone. Nuh-uh. So I'm heading out today with her when she returns from work.
Mom had her biopsy yesterday. Dad was the one that went with he, and ew, it's gross and kinda coolio how they do it. They gave mom novacaine and then inserted a needle tube thingy into the side of her boob where the growth is and sucked a piece of it out. They were watching it on a monitor. We're going to find out the results next week. Mom told me that she hopes I never have to go through it, and being the ray sunshine I am, I asked her "isn't breast cancer hereditary?" She said that Lola said that there wasn't one person in our family that had it so we have that going for us.
You know what's been bothering me the most lately? Feelings. Feeling numb is a feeling, right? I'm not sure if I'm okay with it or not, but I am used to it. My feelings have been not right and other people have been too much. People are dealing with losses, others are dealing with joyous success, and others are just fighting. Fighting everyone, anyone, and themselves. Guess I'm a little depressed. If I survive tomorrow, I'll let y'all know one big secret about me. Of course, it would have to stay between us. :-P
I think I'm fine for now.
Happiness is that state of consciousness which proceeds from the achievement of one's values. ~Ayn Rand