This Saturday

I went to bed at 3 AM after working non-stop since 6 PM on Friday, and at 6 AM my brother already woke me up because we were leaving soon to the cemetery to visit our mummy’s grave. We haven’t been there for nearly two months and I was really missing her. For some odd reasons, visiting her grave makes me miss her a tiny bit less.

At the cemetery, there was a signpost with the rules and regulations of the cemetery written on it. The last point really amused me. It says that the cemetery is only intended for skeletons and dead bodies, not for living human beings. I thought it was funny. I’m sure mum would’ve found it funny, too. It was probably her who made me look towards that direction because I’d never noticed that signpost before. She and I had similar sense of humour.

On my mother’s grave, there was a plant and it was blooming with a lot of purple flowers. None of us knew what the plant was called. My mother was a self-taught botanist. I’m sure she would know what the plant was called. So I simply told the others, “Don’t worry. She knows.”

Then we went to an aunt’s place and our aunt fed us, the hungry, motherless kids, well and we got to get some stuff off our chest about the whole depressing home situation. Good stuff. It doesn’t and won’t solve the problem, but just sharing it helps a great deal. We are all stressed out about it. Losing a mother is not easy at all.

When I got home, there was a package from for me. In the package was a book, “A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius” by Dave Eggers, courtesy Greg (thank you!). It was the first book anyone ever bought me off of my Amazon wishlist. It really made my day.

Today is indeed the best Saturday I’ve had in a very, very long time.

Happy New Year

It is the new year already for us futurists a.k.a. the southern hemisphereans. I was crying when I entered the year 2003 because I just knew bad things were going to happen to me, and I was right. I actually feel happyish this time of year, though. I really hope that it means good things are going to happen to me this year. I’m not too optimistic about it, but you’ll never know.

Anyway, here’s the first thing I ate this year:

Dadar Gulung

It’s called Kue Dadar. The only Kue Dadar recipe I could find is rather poorly written. When they say desiccated coconut, it should be just plain, grated coconut, really. It’s basically just a pancake with a filling made of grated coconut mixed with palm sugar. It’s really yummy, and you just have to take my words for it.

Wanna know my goals for 2004?

I won’t call them resolutions. I don’t make new year’s resolutions. I call them goals. Goals are made to be achieved but sometimes you fail to achieve it and it’s okay because such is life. Anyway, here’s my goals:

  1. to get Book of Styles up and running;
  2. to get my tiny, little template shop/business site up and running;
  3. to celebrate my birthday anywhere but here and far, far away from my dad because I don’t think I could take any more “you’ve been bad” birthday lecture from him (he ruined my birthday that way every year);
  4. to make enough money to buy a nice digital camera so I could stop torturing you with crappy pictures taken with my cheap webcam.

Um, I think that’s all. And please, stop whining to me about Book of Styles because it really, really, really annoys me. I’ll get it up when it’s ready, ‘kay? ‘Kay.

Now let’s start the ride into the new year and let’s hope the road will be less bumpy than it was last year!