My Oatmeal

A cup of raw oats + two tablespoons of Milo + two teaspoons of sugar + hot water = My snack in-between meals.

Oatmeal has been my comfort food every time I was sick. I remember my mom cooking a batch on my favorite glass casserole. She’d add evaporated milk and sugar, stir, cool it up, and then let’s me have a taste if I liked it. I would nod. Then she’d get a ladle, and place it in a bowl, I move to the table and sit down. She’d put the bowl and a glass of water (or Milo) on a tray, and serve it to me like a king. I can’t recall if she’d give me a kiss on the forehead, but I know the oats were cooked with love.

Nowadays, during my office hours, I’d take my time preparing my oatmeal. Remembering how my mom used to do it; minus the casserole, the evaporated milk, and the peck on the forehead.

Aww.. I miss you, ma. T__T

Miss you

Hi.

It’s been a while. I just wanna tell you I miss you.

I miss you, and our Saturday meetings. I wake up early thinking that I’d see you, though 1 out of 7 days ain’t really fair. But it’s been a while, I should admit, and I am sorry for skipping my meetings with you on Saturdays for more sleep. I want to explain the reason to you, but how would you understand? You’re always there, and the effort to meet up with you is mine.

I miss listening to the squeaking shoes and the heavy steps. The loud laughter, the sudden release of frustration, the barking of commands, I long to hear them again. The muffled bounces, the crisp smashes, the bone-hits, they’re a distant memory to me now. 

Yes.

I miss you, badminton.

hehe! I wanna play again!

(You lost me there, doi.)

Been Busy

(Yeah..? So what?!)

Like anyone would care huh..? How’s everyone hangin’?

Me..? I’m doing okay. (Did anyone actually ask..?)

I was asked to sing a serenade for a mini-pageant in BNP.  I planned to sing “God Must Have Spent A Little More Time On You,” but they suggested I not sing it because it’s R&B.  The audience would, or might prefer a ballad, the types that would really fit to be for serenading. Well, I’m not really sure, if I were to serenade with their songs, well, they’ll be the ones serenading.. not me.. Right?

Oh…! BNP? It stands for Banal Na Pag-aaral. It’s the religious organization I joined in. We have tuesday meetings, retreats, and lots of fund-raising events. This Sunday, we’ll be having a Staff On Stage (SOS) dinner show to raise funds for our Ms. BNP competition. 

Anyway! So I’ve been busy, both with work and with BNP. My sleep these past few days have gone around the range of 3-6 hours, and I still have enough strength to work overtimes. And I’m not complaining. I’m happy I’m doing something that’s making my life seem worth living. ^^ We just had a release today, and I’ve just been given the task to perform random testing to catch them stupid bugs. While I’m taking a short break (like 30 minutes……) I was reminded by.. someone.. let’s just call him.. “Mr. H,” when he asked me that drumad had no updates yet.

Sorry, Mr. H. Hehehe

Anyway, I’ll go on ahead. My personal time will end in about 2 seconds.

So this is farew