waiting for the dough to set
i'm home from a boring overnight stay at the grand boulevard with family and church friends. i think i would have been happier to stay put. then again, it probably wouldn't have made much of a difference.
we made empanaditas today. i still have to work on the last batch and am quite tired. i hate working with dough; it's too damn messy. i'm just putting up with it the way i do with everything else. grin and bear it. and hope it doesn't kill you.
earlier, mom was watching this movie with demi moore and cher entitled 'if these walls could talk'. it's basically a documentary of sorts on abortion except it doesn't seem to make a clear point on anything. i felt sick when demi stuck a knitting needle into her uterus in an attempt to get rid of her unborn child. she couldn't go through with it and called this amateur abortionist instead. i couldn't stand to watch anymore and had to lie down to let the nausea pass.
i remembered this huge wall painting of a christ image javie, arkaye and i passed when we took ma'am marj home from the workshop. he held a baby in his hands and the caption read: this is a life, not a choice.
my pet egg has hatched into... what is it? reminds me of a candy that stains your tongue with pretty colors and horrifies your mother. i think i shall adopt a few more, out of sheer boredom and a tinge of curiosity. gack. i've totally flipped. i need a real pet.
did you know that people with pets have been observed to have longer and more fulfilling lives? and we're talking about cats and dogs and birds and fish and hamsters and what-have-you's here. naming inanimate objects (personal bad habit, right next to impulsive buying and junk collecting) doesn't count.
yes, i am quite a sad little girl.