My Thursday didn’t start out all too well – woke up at 4am with a mild headache that progressed to a migraine. I couldn’t go back to sleep no matter how many times I changed from one sofa to another and then to my own bed. I twisted and turned, used a massager, closed my eyes, relaxed and tried to meditate. After three more hours of interrupted sleep and a lot of pain, I gave in to the call of the meds. It took an hour or two before I was pain-free – but far from comfortable, I could still feel it lurking.
I had given in and called Alfred too after 2 days of not talking. I was left alone at home by then, and I don’t do alone too well when I’m sick. I didn’t have to ask, he volunteered to come over and he even brought food – chicken curry that his mom cooked. What an angel!
And though I still wasn’t feeling a hundred percent this afternoon, I went back to work and spread the virus. Uhm-hmm, me and my runny nose were back in the office, and this time we actually spent the whole nine hours there, versus the previous day’s six.
So it wasn’t a bad day after all. Really, it’s not how it started, but how it ends.
On another note, seems that for this Scrapbook Saturday, I will actually be posting on time and with a new layout at that. I started working on a layout the other day and I just have some finishing touches and journalling to add to it. It’ll be very different from the two layouts I’ve already posted.
Anyway, I’m off to do some reading about Joomla because I’m thinking of using it for future projects.
My Thursday didn’t start out all too well – woke up at 4am with a mild headache that progressed to a migraine. I couldn’t go back to sleep no matter how many times I changed from one sofa to another and then to my own bed. I twisted and turned, used a massager, closed my eyes, relaxed and tried to meditate. After three more hours of interrupted sleep and a lot of pain, I gave in to the call of the meds. It took an hour or two before I was pain-free – but far from comfortable, I could still feel it lurking.
I had given in and called Alfred too after 2 days of not talking. I was left alone at home by then, and I don’t do alone too well when I’m sick. I didn’t have to ask, he volunteered to come over and he even brought food – chicken curry that his mom cooked. What an angel!
And though I still wasn’t feeling a hundred percent this afternoon, I went back to work and spread the virus. Uhm-hmm, me and my runny nose were back in the office, and this time we actually spent the whole nine hours there, versus the previous day’s six.
So it wasn’t a bad day after all. Really, it’s not how it started, but how it ends.
On another note, seems that for this Scrapbook Saturday, I will actually be posting on time and with a new layout at that. I started working on a layout the other day and I just have some finishing touches and journalling to add to it. It’ll be very different from the two layouts I’ve already posted.
Anyway, I’m off to do some reading about Joomla because I’m thinking of using it for future projects.
It’s the 29th. A workday. I am here at home though.
Last month, I had planned to take a one-day leave for July the 29th to see Daughtry live in concert at Eastwood City. They are here for a one-night show for their Filipino fans.
And I missed/am missing it.
Alfred wasn’t interested in seeing the band. He wasn’t really into American Idol so he isn’t a fan of AI graduates. He did see Daughtry several times when he was on the show. He referred to the rocker as Vin Diesel’s brother even then. I didn’t go about asking other friends if anyone was interested in seeing the concert. So here I am, trying not to think about it anymore. Nice try, huh?
So why am I home on a work night then? I’m sick.
Seriously, how much icky mucus can there be? Bleh.
When I left the office 20 minutes ago, I was not feeling well. Logic dictates that I go straight to bed upon getting home. Here I am, clicking away instead.
I just can’t stay away from my computer. I am drawn to it. And maybe it’s all mental, but I feel better already. No joke.
Anyhoo. My dad’s job takes him to Mindanao several times a month. He came home today from a three-day trip. He brought home yummy cheese bread sticks. Hmm, I can still smell them in my mind. They’re very similar to the cheese pies that the old SATS Women’s Cooperative Canteen served when I was a young girl. I can’t ever find those pies anywhere else in the Metro, but I did find them in Bohol when we were there last. These ‘stick’ version came from Cagayan de Oro.
This cheese pie isn’t a pie that has crust and filling. It’s more like a cheese pizza pie. Haha. It’s all cheese bread. I am not good at describing food in English. Basta, paper-plate sized sya, and you divide it like you do any other pizza. The smell is heavenly. Okay, the taste probably won’t take you to cloud nine and it’s not super special, but it’s one that I love. I’m not sure if it’s really the cheese pie, or the memories it brings back.
The thing is, anything that reminds me of the old Canteen automatically triggers memories of my Aunt Leesah too. She worked there as a cashier. In the rare times that she would let me go out at night when I was a kid, that’s where we’d usually head to just for an evening snack. I still miss her. Hey Auntie, if you have Internet in Heaven, send me an e-card! I turned a year older again!
Back to the Canteen. Each Coop member had a tab in the canteen and since all of the adult women in our family (along with most, if not all, adult females in the community) were members of the Coop, we could get anything with just a signature. Of course the cashiers knew all the kids’ parents too, so no one could really overcharge or eat on someone else’s tab. We called it, palista. Signalling the cashier to just add it to our mothers’ tab. There were even forms printed for that and we’d have to sign every time we got anything from the Canteen.
Aside from Cheese Pie, I always loved eating Guinataang Halo-halo. In fact, if it was available, they’d reserve one serving of the merienda dish just for me after I complained one time when they sold out everything before I arrived one afternoon. Hay, how can I describe ginataang bilo-bilo?
The Canteen closed down, reopened under new management, and closed again. Now, a cousin of mine rents the space and runs her own canteen. But it doesn’t give me quite the same homey feeling that it used to. It hasn’t been the Canteen I grew up in, not for a long time.
I don’t think that it was the change in management, or the change in cooks and other faces, that made the difference. Rather it’s the community itself that has changed in my eyes, and in my heart too. To be honest, nothing there really feels like home anymore. And I am sad to acknowledge that I feel this way.
Every person has to belong somewhere. Aside from my family, I thought the SATS community was where I belonged, where we all belonged. I consider it my hometown. But I just haven’t felt that way lately.
> I want a new phone. My old one is falling apart. (I did get a new one! Read about it here.) > We should have sold my iPaq PDA when we had the chance to break even. > Brendan Frasier has the body of a hottie! > Science can be fun! > My nephews and nieces make life sweeter. > What is the deal with the Reproductive Health Bill? Let’s give the people at least a chance to make their own informed choices! > I just have to use my PDA again, so at least it wouldn’t have been money wasted (refer to second thought). > I should scrap about my phone(s). > I really prefer Red Velvet Cake today 🙁
There were other things, for sure, but these are what I can still remember.
Oh well, tomorrow’s another workday (actually, it’s later).
Uhm-hmm, me and my runny nose were back in the office, and this time we actually spent the whole nine hours there, versus the previous day’s six.