The Home Alone Project
One Day, I’ll Be Bullet-Proof and Nothing Will Hurt
Slowly, Manila tries to be home. I am adjusting, I think. I have gotten used to the noise and the smoke, I think. I am even making friends, I think. Which makes the next sentence all kinds of ridiculous: but
One Day, I’ll Be Bullet-Proof and Nothing Will Hurt
Slowly, Manila tries to be home. I am adjusting, I think. I have gotten used to the noise and the smoke, I think. I am even making friends, I think. Which makes the next sentence all kinds of ridiculous: but
Burn-Friendly, Sadly
I burned myself four times this week. Go ahead and snicker–I can’t explain how that happened either. One was a frying accident; the other three were just me being stove-dumb. I suppose it doesn’t help that I put off cooking
Burn-Friendly, Sadly
I burned myself four times this week. Go ahead and snicker–I can’t explain how that happened either. One was a frying accident; the other three were just me being stove-dumb. I suppose it doesn’t help that I put off cooking
Spaghetti Sunday
For someone who knows her way around ftps and WordPress, I am awfully lazy. I know I should give this blog’s appearance an overhaul—it’s ugly, and this gets to me every time I post an entry. But then I open
Spaghetti Sunday
For someone who knows her way around ftps and WordPress, I am awfully lazy. I know I should give this blog’s appearance an overhaul—it’s ugly, and this gets to me every time I post an entry. But then I open
Happy Solitude
“You sure you’ll be fine sleeping alone?” she looks at me as if she thinks I’d start bawling the moment she closes the door. I like that she mothers me, insisting I eat on time and drink milk, but the
Happy Solitude
“You sure you’ll be fine sleeping alone?” she looks at me as if she thinks I’d start bawling the moment she closes the door. I like that she mothers me, insisting I eat on time and drink milk, but the
Dear Miss Sarton, My Laundry Saves
I know I’m well and truly sad when, out of all the things in the world that one can keep busy with, I choose to do the laundry. It isn’t such a bad coping mechanism—I come home to clean, great-smelling
Dear Miss Sarton, My Laundry Saves
I know I’m well and truly sad when, out of all the things in the world that one can keep busy with, I choose to do the laundry. It isn’t such a bad coping mechanism—I come home to clean, great-smelling
The Salad That Wasn’t
I’ve eaten nothing but canned fare for three months running, and so while doing the grocery today, I tossed in a few newcomers to my cart: radish, cucumber, and lettuce. I thought I’d make salad for dinner. I also thought
The Salad That Wasn’t
I’ve eaten nothing but canned fare for three months running, and so while doing the grocery today, I tossed in a few newcomers to my cart: radish, cucumber, and lettuce. I thought I’d make salad for dinner. I also thought
(Updated!) Maybe a Travel Blog?
I decided against making another blog. I need another blog like I need gas springs. I don’t have the time to make it and the energy to run it. I’ll just post fun-sized guides here. Check out the upper right
(Updated!) Maybe a Travel Blog?
I decided against making another blog. I need another blog like I need gas springs. I don’t have the time to make it and the energy to run it. I’ll just post fun-sized guides here. Check out the upper right
Once a Bookworm…
I have been reading a lot—by choice, though you could go all sour and dour on me and say it’s not like I have other options where I live. I’m staying in this old apartment which, though far from tiny,
Once a Bookworm…
I have been reading a lot—by choice, though you could go all sour and dour on me and say it’s not like I have other options where I live. I’m staying in this old apartment which, though far from tiny,
Finally, Carbonara
Where do I begin? The past few weeks have been so hectic and trying I can count in one hand the number of days I got to roll about in bed for more than five hours. I kid not. I
Finally, Carbonara
Where do I begin? The past few weeks have been so hectic and trying I can count in one hand the number of days I got to roll about in bed for more than five hours. I kid not. I
Chin, You Pudding Head
Yesterday, I announced to a friend I need to go away and do some soul-searching. Roni found the idea laughable—when, where, and how did I manage to lose my soul? But now that I’ve thought of it, it really is
Chin, You Pudding Head
Yesterday, I announced to a friend I need to go away and do some soul-searching. Roni found the idea laughable—when, where, and how did I manage to lose my soul? But now that I’ve thought of it, it really is
The Hours Go A’Bumping
It’s strange how days pass by quickly, the hours seemingly bumping into each other, even when I’m not really doing anything. Does this mean 2012 would end even before I have completely wrapped my head around the idea of this
The Hours Go A’Bumping
It’s strange how days pass by quickly, the hours seemingly bumping into each other, even when I’m not really doing anything. Does this mean 2012 would end even before I have completely wrapped my head around the idea of this
One Love, One Bob
This will sound cynical of me, and I’m sorry, but if there’s anything I’ve learned repeatedly, it’s that relationships have the knack for using up everything that we are and by the time we finally realize this, we’re either in
One Love, One Bob
This will sound cynical of me, and I’m sorry, but if there’s anything I’ve learned repeatedly, it’s that relationships have the knack for using up everything that we are and by the time we finally realize this, we’re either in
I Want Me Some Cable Turtles!
If there’s anything that living alone has made me, it’s a little more useful. I’ve been lucky these past 11 years in that I’ve always had someone do things for me. I get driven around when I need to be
I Want Me Some Cable Turtles!
If there’s anything that living alone has made me, it’s a little more useful. I’ve been lucky these past 11 years in that I’ve always had someone do things for me. I get driven around when I need to be