Nevergirl's

So, I’m in bed running really high fever and coughing like mad. I don’t know where I got this from. I was perfectly okay 24 hours ago. But now, I can’t even get up without feeling wobbly. My arms and legs feel like they’ve turned to noodles. I want to get up and watch the boys playing ping pong downstairs, but the hub won’t let me. I’m to stay in bed til the fever lets up. Gah!

In other idle news, I turned 27 last week. I don’t know how we managed it but while the party was in full swing, Kiss, Kaith, and I sneaked into my room where we discussed makeup and skin. I’d love to start a skin care regimen. While I’ve been lucky so far and haven’t had to worry about pimples or look for an acne solution, I don’t have as dewy a skin as, say, Kaith. Kaith has great skin; she looks like she’s lit up from within. Not me. So anyway, my resolution next month is to come up with a skin care routine I can stick to. Wish me luck! Annnnd wish me well. The only thing that’s worse than being sick is being made to stay in bed, where I can only turn on two things – my lappy and the tv. Ack!

I met Enzo the same day I saw a Persian cat. Kara and I never got to throw a baby shower for Enzo because E had a difficult pregnancy and had to spend most of it resting. But we were there to welcome him the day E brought him home from the hospital.

Enzo is incredibly cute; the Persian cat is unbelievably expensive. I know it’s weird to remember the cat along with the baby, but I found it shocking a cat could cost so much. None of lola’s cats back home cost a thing, and she had way too many of them. I’m sure if E were any less outgoing, she just may turn into that little old lazy who lives in a quaint little house with her Persian cats and spends her day knitting. But because E is E, she most likely will spend her time Facebooking or making fasyon necklaces like the one she gave me on my birthday instead.

I’m sure you’ll never make your way here, E, but just in case you do, thanks for the necklace.

This, folks, was taken during Barbie’s 50th at Philippine Fashion week.

That necklace the model is wearing was designed and made by E. It’s mine to wear now. Thank you, E, for this present.

ne good thing about living with a guy who likes fixing things is that things get fixed almost as soon as they break. Our bath faucet broke – most likely during my birthday party – but we only noticed it in the morning, when the yaya was about to give Charlie a bath. The hub got a replacement bath faucet that same day. I like that he got it fast but I wish I’d thought of asking him to get creative with the purchase. I saw these pretty faucets online – they would have made a whimsical addition to what little we have by way of bathroom aesthetics.

This one is called Whirlpool, but it reminds me of a rainbow rather than a whirlpool.



This one is called a bidet and it looks like something out of a period movie. It wouldn’t be hard to pretend I’m washing my hands in Tara if I have to see and twist this every day!

And doesn’t this one just look like the letter R?


If I didn’t know myself any better, I might suspect I’m looking forward to the next faucet mishap. Heh!

In second grade, I had the best penmanship. Today, I see what I write and I despair. This may sound crazy to you because we live in a world run by touchpads and keyboards, but I love to write by hand; and I’d rather do all my writing in a penmanship I’d love to look at in years to come.

And so, every month, I make lists. I do it to fill the notebooks I love to collect and at the same time, give these good ‘ol fingers some practice. This is the list of things I REFUSE to do, which I wrote on one of my notebooks. I think I wrote it a year ago; the list amuses me now.

1. Give up hoping the hub and I can go on European cruises one day.
2. Stop my singing the moment I hit a wrong note.
3. Replay conversations in my head and wish they could have ended differently.
4. Cave into the urge to buy pretty shoes I won’t ever get to wear because they’re too big.
5. Stub a toe.
6. Obsess over the idea that I’m getting dumber every year.
7. Stand on our weighing scale and shaking my fists at the sky.

I’d like to do that now – shake my fist at the sky. I just stood on the scale and what I saw made me want to howl, “Whyyyyyyyy?”