Rain, rain, come again for another day

It's raining. I love the rain. I love smell of rain and the feel of it on my skin. I love the sound of the rain falling through the leaves and the way light reflects and refracts on every drop. I love how the rain gives me a legitimate reason to stay indoors and become a hermit.

It's raining. I hate the rain. I hate how the cold makes my neck muscles tighten and knot up. I hate how it makes my arm heavy, my wrist hurt, my ankles twinge, and my back ache. I hate how it makes my knees pop when I turn, and I hate how the rain makes me sleepy and lazy. I hate how the rain traps me indoors with people I don't like, doing things I'd rather not be doing, and keeping me from going out to see my friends.

It's raining. I love and hate the rain in equal measures, and this is one of those times when I would really like for it to rain through the night and all through the rest of tomorrow, because if it does, I have a legitimate reason not to go to Rose Hills. I loved my Great-grandmother, I really did. I did not stop loving her just because she died, but I don't exactly believe that her spirit is watching over us from the afterlife. Death is death. Everything ends and everything dies, and THE END. I went and lit incense for her and burned paper for her at her funeral because it was her funeral and who am I to argue with tradition? Afterward, I did all that because it's what my family does but as far as I'm concerned, it's all a bunch of mumble-jumbo. What do the dead care about the living? They're dead! I see no benefit psychologically or emotionally to laying offerings and burning incense to what is literally a patch of decorated stone laid on top of grave dirt under which is rotten wood, the remnants of clothing fibers, and calcium structure.

Call me disrespectful. Call me unfilial. I really don't care. I do not see why I should waste time, effort, and money, traveling to Rose Hills just to pay obeisance to a patch of grave dirt. What is it going to do if I don't go? Form a dirt monster and eat me? Please.

With This Ring...

Ok, intellectually, I've known that my friends have been getting married left and right since the lot of us graduated from High School. I myself was engaged since I started High School, and he and I had been slated to be married in April this year, not that's happening since Allan and I broke it off last year. Arranged marriages, Hah!

But what happened was that my ex-fiancee FINALLY, after four years, bought and sent to me the RING. That's right, the Ring that should have been on my finger since sophomore year in college, was finally bought, and he sent it to me. I too a picture of it, and stuck it in an album. Then, just for the hell of it, I started going through said album. I made after High School and I periodically snatched pictures off social medias like Facebook, where and whenever my friends posted a photo. That's when I realized, "Holy Stars, my friends have been getting hitched left and right!"

And I just felt so lonely. They are my friends, and I'm happy for them. It's just that I haven't been in a really serious relationship since Allan and I got engaged, and even after we broke it off, I wasn't inclined to date. No matter what Kenny and YuYing say about my relationship with Kendrick. It's all entirely platonic! But with so many friends getting married left and right, I am entirely justified in saying I feel lonely, right?


So, just to make myself feel better-or worse, depending on your opinion-I made this:

I call it: With This Ring....

Ohmnomnomnom

Rice flour cakes sautéed with veggies, jalapeno, and pork.

Ohmnomnomnomnomnom

Needlework ahoy!

right... So I Decided it might be an interesting idea to take up needlework again, but it's been so long, so I decided to start with something simple. No chain stitches, no running stitch, no satin stitch. The most complicated stitch I used here was the feather stitch for the leaves. So... What do you think?

FYI: if anyone is interested, here's a challenge: I had to free hand one of the roses since the pattern didn't apply properly. Can anyone tell me which of the three was done without following a pattern?

Day Point

It's the last day of finals, so I finally got started on my resolution to improve my needlework. It takes time.

So I dug out the embroidery hoop and got started on a few basic stitches. Didn't come out quite as I had hoped. Kept practicing for a few hours, but then I got bored and tired, so I dug out some cloth scraps and started working on a Temari Ball. In terms of needle work, a Temari Ball is complicated in how detail intensive it is. Tightly winding strips of cloth, then yarn, then thread, and then the needlework begins. I have a ball about the size of my fist now, but I need white yarn, and I just don't have any, so it's back to the embroidery.

UG... What a day...

So, second day of finals. What. A. Drag.

So have you ever had one of those days where you are so tired and disoriented, and you're surfing the net and clicking, and then click something you didn't mean to? Like say, a follow button? Because, Oopsies! I did exactly that, and the site in question does not have a "Unfollow" Button, which, logically, all sites have! --facepalm--

Well, actually, the help center said that every page on the site in question has a "Unfollow" Button, but thus far, I've only seen three. And the Page I accidentally followed? Yeah.... Not one of the three.

Set Date and Time

So my friends and I have been planning to get together and have dinner and drinks for a while. I just found out that the number of guests will be at least six, edging toward eight, which makes me just a little but worried, so I'm going to make an addition to the menu. I'd already planned on Potato Soup with Shrimp, Sicilian Style Cauliflower with Whole Wheat Pasta, Mashed Potatoes au Gratin with Onions and Cheese, and a Pineapple Citrus Salad with Coconut. I'm trying to decide if I should make a Meatloaf or cheat with Bread Sticks.

All of this will be taking place on March 28, at K.Lim's House on Crest Vista Drive, and Prep Time starts at 9-10AM. Or at Least Shopping Time starts then. Afterward, we're quite likely to start cooking. If things go as planned, we'll finish by 1-2PM, and we'll be able to have a late lunch.

The Guest List is as follows: Joyce, Kendrick, Kenny, Michelle, Pansy, Priscilla, Sanchi, and Sanna.

We wil not have dancing, but we will have dinner and drinks.

A Sincere Lack of Common Sense

Common Sense dictates that if you are aware that you are being followed, you don't stop the car, you don't get out of the car, you don't drop off your passengers, and most importantly, you don't go home or to the home of your family members.

Which is exactly what my Uncle Robert did NOT do.

He knew he was being followed, all the way from his home in Montebello, and did he turn into the parking lot at City Hall, which was right ACROSS THE STREET? No. He stops the car in front of Grandmom's house, and let the kids come in. And what happened? The guy who followed him, sat in HIS car, in front of Grandmom's house, for half an hour. Pretending to talk on the phone. Adjusting mirrors to watch the house. His face alternately turned toward the Gym across the street or covered by his hand when he turned to look directly at the house.

No, we don't have the license plate number, because 1)  No one who has been raised by my Grandparents are stupid enough to go outside when something like this happens, and 2) Uncle Robert came back. Parked the car, and came inside. WHILE THE STALKER WAS STILL THERE.

Facepalm.

I know Grandmom and Grandfather will NOT be sleeping well tonight if at all after this latest in a very long string of shows of stupidity by my erstwhile Uncle Robert. All I can say is "Thank the Stars that Uncle Robert is only my Uncle by marriage, because if I had his blood, I'd have slit my wrists in frustration a long time ago.

Something that happened today

Puppy the perv walking through the house in only his underwear while I'm in the computer room. FYI, Pervy-Pup, I can still see you from the corner of my eyes and I wasn't even looking. FYI2: Picking up your slippers for you is tantamount to an invitation you know. XD