God! why does guilt come almost as a dessert in every meal that I finish?
How can I still be eating this much when I just came from a Goldilocks tea presscon at Shang yesterday, and will be coming to a catering launch tomorrow? Regrets. Regrets.
Okay, now on to the subject.
Though I should be one with my Mom, essentially with the concept of finally being able to buy our own house. I'm feeling a twinge of dejection knowing that tonight's the last night that we get to spend in our present home. In 12th avenue. Particularly, where I spent the better part of my existence (as of my last birthday) and my mom starting from her grade school days.
We've had the craziest neighbors. That I can categorically say.
Our home has been a gateway to witnessing so many outlandish sometimes hilarious encounters.
Spying on two neighbors throw a nasty word war through my room window, closing ourselves in to our disturbingly fun-cum-nightlife-loving neighbors from the first door, not to mention my equally freaky personal encounters that ideally merits a line in this blog entry, but I've chosen to keep to myself for reputations' sake.
The list could go on and on. Too many ridiculous memories to recall, yet I would forever fondly remember.
I haven't got a clue if moving has to be this, how do I put it, emotional. Since the last move we made was from our original compound to the next one beside ours. You can actually understand that I shed a little, if no emotion at all during that event. But now that we're bound to move from one city (Quezon City) to another (Marikina City), my thoughts have gone from adamant to ambivalent.
For one, apart from the need to change my usual work-to-office groove, i've come to realize that spontaneous night-outs completed by coming home during wee hours of the morning would soon be difficult due to the "remoteness" of our home.
Or perhaps it could be due to something more profound.
For the longest time, I've been used to being a street or two away from the vital areas in an 'ideal' neighborhood. Two streets away from the renowned Ali Mall and SM Cubao for my shopping needs, one street away from our church (OLPH) for spiritual needs, three streets away from the wet market and roughly 7-8 streets or one tricycle ride to a main highway called EDSA. An MRT ride away from Trinoma, SM Megamall, Shangrila and Glorietta and an LRT away from Recto and everywhere else. Basically, everything is at out fingertips.
If only my folks chose to look for a house here, that way, I could've saved all of you from my melodramatic moments.
However, there were other "pressing" nubs that just came about in the lively and now flamboyant vicinity of Cubao.
1.White hat gateway is 'bout to open real soon. Maaaannn! That just made my determination to leave crumble. *sobs*
2.And, another thing. A hainanese chicken rice joint just opened along the corner of Shopwise, it's known as Singapore Chicken Rice.I will try that one of these days.
While I do recognize the fact that regardless of my incessant ranting here, it can hardly change our scheduled move tomorrow. Nevertheless, thank you for this blessing, dear Lord. But I hope you guide all of us through this new leap that we made.
AMDG. +
Add-on:
While looking for photos of our finished house, I stumbled upon these and it made me utter: "What the hell have I done to myself?!
Though I should be one with my Mom, essentially with the concept of finally being able to buy our own house. I'm feeling a twinge of dejection knowing that tonight's the last night that we get to spend in our present home. In 12th avenue. Particularly, where I spent the better part of my existence (as of my last birthday) and my mom starting from her grade school days.
We've had the craziest neighbors. That I can categorically say.
Our home has been a gateway to witnessing so many outlandish sometimes hilarious encounters.
Spying on two neighbors throw a nasty word war through my room window, closing ourselves in to our disturbingly fun-cum-nightlife-loving neighbors from the first door, not to mention my equally freaky personal encounters that ideally merits a line in this blog entry, but I've chosen to keep to myself for reputations' sake.
The list could go on and on. Too many ridiculous memories to recall, yet I would forever fondly remember.
I haven't got a clue if moving has to be this, how do I put it, emotional. Since the last move we made was from our original compound to the next one beside ours. You can actually understand that I shed a little, if no emotion at all during that event. But now that we're bound to move from one city (Quezon City) to another (Marikina City), my thoughts have gone from adamant to ambivalent.
For one, apart from the need to change my usual work-to-office groove, i've come to realize that spontaneous night-outs completed by coming home during wee hours of the morning would soon be difficult due to the "remoteness" of our home.
Or perhaps it could be due to something more profound.
For the longest time, I've been used to being a street or two away from the vital areas in an 'ideal' neighborhood. Two streets away from the renowned Ali Mall and SM Cubao for my shopping needs, one street away from our church (OLPH) for spiritual needs, three streets away from the wet market and roughly 7-8 streets or one tricycle ride to a main highway called EDSA. An MRT ride away from Trinoma, SM Megamall, Shangrila and Glorietta and an LRT away from Recto and everywhere else. Basically, everything is at out fingertips.
If only my folks chose to look for a house here, that way, I could've saved all of you from my melodramatic moments.
However, there were other "pressing" nubs that just came about in the lively and now flamboyant vicinity of Cubao.
1.White hat gateway is 'bout to open real soon. Maaaannn! That just made my determination to leave crumble. *sobs*
2.And, another thing. A hainanese chicken rice joint just opened along the corner of Shopwise, it's known as Singapore Chicken Rice.I will try that one of these days.
While I do recognize the fact that regardless of my incessant ranting here, it can hardly change our scheduled move tomorrow. Nevertheless, thank you for this blessing, dear Lord. But I hope you guide all of us through this new leap that we made.
AMDG. +
Add-on:
While looking for photos of our finished house, I stumbled upon these and it made me utter: "What the hell have I done to myself?!
Two years ago in Baguio and Puerto Galera.
I missed being that "kinda slim," go away white rice!!!
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