today's mum's birthday and i decided i'd cook something for lunch. by default, i will be cooking some pasta dish, and i did. while i was doing the dishes afterwards, mum comes to me and gives me a tap on the shoulder. "thanks for cooking lunch," she said.it's been a long time since i've let myself be in the kitchen. working on most days meant when i get home, all i could do is go to my room, undress and sleep. it's a good feeling, working with knives and pots and stoves, making something you could consume. sometimes i wish i could just leave corporate whoring and just stay home and be completely domestic.
it was daryl who had me thinking of that again. the other day, we were talking and he mentioned something like he wish he was a girl so he could be a housewife. i chided him, saying i didn't think he's very capable of doing domestic chores. his answer was, "oh no, you'd be suprised."
speaking of daryl, we were at baywalk the other night. it was a saturday, and the godawful place was full of people. the only consolation was watching the moon set over the bay.
it's so unusual, having to watch the moon sink into the see. you get to associate the see with the setting sun, the moon is always there in the sky. a setting moon is something one doesn't normally think about.
the moon glowed amber as it approached the sea, and i took photos of it. the moon was reflected on the water. thirty minutes later, it was gone. "it really is a moonless night," i said. "it would've been a good night to go stargazing, except that manila is so brightly lit." we amused ourselves, instead, watching a group of deaf-mutes in a nearby table.
watching people converse in sign language is fascinating. a friend once pointed out that if one would convert the hand gestures into sound, most of the time, people speaking in sign language would be like people talking at the top of their lungs.
my throat is mostly back to normal.
for the last few days i've been hoarse because of illness i got during the new year. it's a sad way to start everything, with my temperature slightly fluctuating and my head throbbing whenever i try to clear my nose. the mucus build-up is the worst problem though; it felt like my brain was leaking out.
being hoarse is quite a novelty though. there is a part of me that was so amused hearing this strange voice that's supposedly mine. it's deeper and raspy. wednesday night, i was hanging out with paolo and barny. barny was joking about my "bedroom voice."
if my head didn't feel like it was being split in half the night before, i would've reported for work. i've always wanted to experience reporting for work without answering calls, doing admin shit i could find. maybe i could try forcing myself to get hoarse another time and see what's going to happen.
getting sick hasn't stopped me from going out, though. once i felt relatively better, i'd go out and do something. there seemed to be too many things that needed doing that i wasn't able to do because of the holidays.
tuesday, around noon, i went to the phone company so settle some billing shit. afterwards, i went to a bookstore to look around and guess what? there was a copy of watchmen for sale. it's the first impulsive purchase of this year.
i was leafing through the comicbook while walking to the other end of the mall when someone called my name.
i turned around and saw this guy looking at me. he must've seen me all confused so he said his name. "oh my god. it's you," i told imman. he grew his hair since the last time i saw him. man, that was embarrassing.
i haven't had lunch yet, and apparently neither had he, so we decided to go someplace and catch up since the last time i saw him in UP, which was months ago. i didn't have any real money with me so i ended up dragging him to different eating places until we found this not so expensive chicken place that accepts credit card payments.
i'm tired. i guess i ran out of steam.
i started this entry with something about food and eating. i might as well end it with that, as well.
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