I did not go anywhere but I am back from the ‘ruins’ of the old abubots and more-or-less have fixed my new place to a decent, liveable state. Not a very easy task to do if you have a 22-month old who thinks that he’s helping by scattering his toys all over the place; and two 16-year old boys (my brothers) posing as nannies, who are running on a ‘push-button’ system.(in short, walang kusa…kelangan specific to the last detail and utos mo). So, before I turn out into a nagger-lunatic sis and mom…I’ve decided to do things by myself as long as they keep Raine out of my way. And promised myself: this is going to be the last move…the next one will be in my own house already. Pweh! Maloloka ako sa stress.

In the middle of it all: I was able to attend a dear old friend’s wedding and catch up (kahit bitin) with old time (all time) amigas A and G. For awhile, over bottles of cold (good-old) San Mig Super Dry in a (i-forgot-the-name) bar/restaurant in Timog Ave. QC in the middle of a hot afternoon; I forgot that I have a son waiting for me back home down in (i still don’t know the house number and street) Brgy. Maahas, Los Baños, Laguna.

Back here in the office/lab: it’s a different kind of rush. Not the holiday rush. Deadlines rush. Sigh…I should have taken the MRT!