I was craving for pancit yesterday so I decided to cook, opened my fridge and ready all the ingredients then I realized we don't have cabbage. I searched for something that could replace it instead seen bokchoy in the vegetable crisper so that would be the option. I cooked too much and when hubby arrived at home I asked him if he wants to have a plate of pancit which he declined. My God this food will last for three days for my son would rather have instant chicken noodles instead. I don't know why they hate pancit so much thinking I cooked pancit almost every month or every two weeks and they are already "sawa na." They lost their appetite for this delicious food, the food that every Filipino crave for even if it's not their birthday.
Birthday. Oh yes it was my niece's birthday last December 8 . I should call her and give her a platter or bowl of pancit. She just woke up when I called her to get the food. I also give her my birthday gift which I promised that I will give my presents to her on Christmas day. Anyway me being fickle minded I gave the corningware bowl filled with pancit and the gift at the same time. That's it. I hope she likes what I have given her and hope the blouse and skirt fits her. It's hard to find a gift for her, just like me she is fuzzy and choosy about almost anything. It seems like nothing is perfect. Nobody's perfect.
If you'll notice I keep changing the style, design, color and format template of my blogs because of one reason alone - I am not satisfied with the over all format of my blogs. Madali akong magsawa sa nakikita ko. My mood swings affect the changes too. Just like the good old weather of so much unpredicatbilities. Just like the stock market that keep changing its tide or ebb.
Life's misery...misery hmmm---happened to have watch that old movie of Bates. Her obssession with the writer who was taken hostage in her house to finish the novel that she loves. Thinking I have a story that needs to continue, re-write and my mood is affecting me and my way of thinking is somewhat disturbed due to the recent dream that I had. My two former classmates in HS. Two women who were best of friends : S. and J. Both of the two women approached me smiling in my dream. S kissed me on my face followed by a dog, then J kissed my cheeks too. I don't know why they are so affectionate because in reality they are not that close to me nor we talked much in HS. Also from what I've learned S. already passed away. She died of diabetes. From what I have learned from another classmate that she was diagnosed with severe depression and the cause of that malady was being sick of diabetes for so many years. Anybody who are sick and oppressed can depress anyone. It's like a chain reaction. What the dog meant in the dream is ---dunno. Maybe just to make the story a little funny-er or God wants it that way. Yeah I want to have a GOD that is humorous in tackling adversity.
