Tell Me Your Dreams

I've finished reading Sidney Sheldon's Tell Me Your Dreams yesterday. Would you believe it, it took me 4 days to finish a single book! It's a shame because I used to finish a book in just one sitting, and that's about 4-5 hours max. Tell Me Your Dreams is about a young beautiful woman who's suspected of committing a series of brutal murders. The police made an arrest that led to one of the most bizarre trials of the century. Bizarre because the suspect of the murders is not aware that she did all those brutal crimes, she was suffering from MPD or Multiple Personality Disorder. She has two alter egos in her, and the dominant one is the culprit of all the crimes where she, rather her body was involved. I wouldn't dig deep into the book because maybe some of you haven't read the book yet and would want to read it.

I've only read two of Sheldon's book and my favorite will always be If Tomorrow Comes. I just love Tracy Whitney, she is superb and ingenious! If you haven't read any of Sheldon's books, I suggest you read If Tomorrow Comes first.

On another note, when I was on my way to work last night I saw an accident. It was really heartbreaking! A car and a motorcycle collided along Ortigas Extension. I was so frightened when I saw what happened, the man/woman riding with the motorcycle driver fell off the motorcycle and almost hit his/her head on the concrete barrier. He/she wasn't able to get up, he was helped by the people near the accident scene. The car who crashed into the victims ran away. Unfortunately, nobody got the chance to get the plate number of the car who hit the motorcycle. I saw the car, it was a white corolla, I also saw the plate number but because of the accident I totally blanked out, and I can't remember the plate number of the car who just hit and ran. I feel so sorry for the victims, I wish I've put enough attention on the car's plate, I should have been able to help track the driver who got away from the accident leaving the victims crushed and wounded physically and emotionally.

Before I saw the accident, I was cheerful, my heart was filled with joy because of some reasons but after the accident I forgot all the happiness in me, I don't even remember why I was even happy on the first place. I really agree on what Maria wrote on her diary: "Life moves so fast; It rushes you from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds." --Maria, Eleven Minutes by Paulo Coelho. You really can't control nor predict what will happen in your life, one minute you're happy the other you're sad. One day you're living, the next you're already laying on a morgue bed... cold and lifeless... (God forbid) So, it only led me to one conclusion, dance like no one's watching, sing your heart out! We need to live each day like our last, coz we'll never know what the big guy up there has cooked up for us.

Enjoy life! Ciao.

Laundry Business and Nail Art

You all know how I loathed doing the laundry. I don't know the specific reason why I hate doing it, I just do and that's all you need to know.

Yesterday, when I was on my way home I thought of doing my laundry since the sun was brightly shining. If you don't know, the weather couldn't be gloomier since we arrived last Wednesday and yesterday was the first day the sun shone brightly on the east side of Manila. So, when I got home I made my thought a reality, I did my laundry. But while doing my laundry I realized something. I realized that people are like soiled or dirty clothes that needs to be cleaned. And if we just do our laundry often or as soon as our clothes get toiled and dirty we wouldn't take much time scrubbing it clean. Just like us humans, if we do mistakes we need to correct it right away, because if not we may have a hard time scrubbing off the dirt on us. Like the stained clothes, if we don't wash it right away, the stain hardens on the fabric and it would take too much time scrubbing the stain away, and sometimes if it can't be helped the stain lasts forever and our clothes will never be the same again. It may look squeaky clean in other parts but the stain will always be there, and it will always be the center of attention, no matter how hard you did for the scrubbing.

With that realization, that changed my view of doing the laundry. It made me feel good doing the chore. Thinking that I'll be able to make my clothes clean again and making it as good as new, if not just as close. And doing it makes me feel happy because I did it on my own and no one helped me. It felt like an achievement, taking it from me who hates doing it.

On the other hand, I barely made a couple of hours sleep yesterday because my aunt and cousins visited our place. Also I started reading Sidney Sheldon's book, Tell Me Your Dreams the book is very enticing and I had a hard time taking it off my hands without finishing it. If not for the Benadryl last night I won't be able to get some sleep. So thank you for whoever it is that made Benadryl, you're an angel and I love you! :)

Before I forgot, I also did some nail art yesterday with my own nails. Of course Kristina where will you put your nail art? On your cheeks? Oh come on... Anyway here are the pics my brother took of my nails. :)

Aerial View

I've been riding the plane for quite a long time but I never took a picture of the view outside the window, I didn't think of it until my latest flight. I took some pictures of Manila (aerial view) and some of the clouds, rainclouds to be exact. These photos are taken with my humble camera phone so expect that it wouldn't be that much.

New Year, New Rumors

It's only 17 days after the year 2008 started but so many things happened to me, to us! I won't say that this year will be a tough year, but a really challenging one! But I am hopeful that I'll make it through. "I can make it!" that would be my mantra for the year 2008.

Actually 2008 started great for me. I was able to spend New Year's with my family and all my 4 cousins (excluding me and my brother of course) at my hometown, and was able to meet some of my high school friends. I was also able to go swimming with my family and friends. I really had a great time, not after the day we left for Manila. There was this situation that kinda went out of hand because of those stupid rumors and rumormongers! I never thought that the people of our little town are that shallow! As in super! They put meaning to everything that you do and even the things that you weren't able to do! I love my town, believe me I really do but I just hate those rumormongers. I don't live in the Upper East side, but we have not just one but a handful of gossip girls/guys in our town. That's the price of living in a small town. I can think of a slogan for my town now... "Margos... a small town with big drama!". Oh my god, these are the side effects of watching too much TV!

Anyway, I'll tell you something later... when I have time. And I would ask for your opinion.. Ciao.