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meet the predator
call me jenie
born on 02/20/83 after my Dad & Mom drank beer and ate balut 9 months before
lives in Singapore, but always a Pinoy at heart
works as an advertising copywriter, but hates proofreading her blog entries
loves true friends, fake DVD's, alternative music, alcohol, sarcasm, boxing, hatha yoga, and House (the TV series,not the music genre)
loathes indifference, power trippers, narcissists, giant egos and bad breath
tries to live by the quote "Postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing." by Anais Nin
post-halloween blues
In a couple of hours, the 5-day break will be over. Sheesh. Time flies when you're just lounging around, chatting, surfing the Net, sleeping more than 8 hours a day, watching the 1st season of House, pigging out day-in and day-out, watching nonsensical shows on cable TV, and being in denial that the wonderful days are numbered. Nonetheless, I got no right to complain.
Tatoff and I were together from Saturday night 'til Monday morning. He sleptover at the Sta. Rosa house for the first time. Of course, my Mom and brother won't leave us in a room alone. Oh well, such is life. My angst rose once again and I kept thinking how unfair it is that couples with rocky marriages are allowed to sleep beside each other every night, while unwed ones, no matter how much they love each other, aren't. Yes, yes, marriage is a requirement. But come on, sometimes it's just all about norms and culture. Talk about hypocrisy. Sheesh.
Anyway, my brother's family also stayed over. I got to spend time with my nephew, who's grwoing up to be a well-mannered boy despite being an only child and his parent's history. This is also the longest time I got to be in the same house as my sister-in-law. It's all good though. I'm sure my Mom was elated for the company no matter how many mouths she had to feed. It's also our first time to visit my Dad and brother's grave together. It became some sort of a bonding thing, and I'm sure our dearly departed folks are happy. I actually feel a sense of warmth and security when I'm there. I should visit more than once a year, I guess. Though I pray and talk to them every night, it still feels good to pay them a visit.
Tomorrow, it's back to reality. But I'm really grateful I took a break and spent time with my family. Though we barely talk to each other, being under one roof is enough. Well, in my Dad and brother's case, sitting on the same ground.
2:11 PM
Wednesday, November 01, 2006
