Operation: Homebase
I started sneezing. It can only mean one thing.
I need to clean my room.
And sure enough, there she was, my nemesis. She, who always barks orders down my neck, who can't seem to be satisfied with everything I do.
She is my mother.
And I hate and love her for it.
But this entry isn't about my domestic relationship with my mom (that'll probably fill more than a few pages and could go on for hours...). This is about my relationship with my room.
And how change is inevitable.
So I looked around my topsy-turvy room. Yes. That's right. Before I leave and look for what I'm looking for, I need to clean my 'homebase'.
While sorting out my things (mostly books -- I'm such a bookworm, I have more books that clothes), I found many things that I have completey forgotten -- or chose to forget -- lying around.
My 'Noah in Pajamas' figurine. No, it's not custom-made. I painted it in this kiosk in SM North Edsa called "Let's Paint!" many years ago. Actually, it has a male counterpart, which I buried a year ago... The bunny has one of it's ears cut off... it fell when we moved from the old house. And though the figurine look quite battered, it reminds me that after a long day's work, one should always take time to sleep. Alone or otherwise.
The cows my friends while growing up gave me for my 23rd birthday. I keep them to remind me of them. The people I have with me even before I learned how to read. It was Me, Rochie,d Michele, Carla and Bryan. Rochie's my bestfriend from then till now, lives in Calamba. Michele is my bandmate from fourth to sixth grade, now in Georgetown University, is from Calauan. Carla, from Dumaguete, is now in Guam and Bryan from Los Banos, now in Riyadh. Every now and then Rochie and I meet for lunch in Los Banos. We miss the others, we have no idea when they'll come back. But thanks to internet... seems like they never left at all...
The rock. A remembrance from Marjorie. One of my sweetest and closest friends in college. She has a degree in biology and taking up nursing in PWU now...
This bottle never reached its destination. I bought it from a novelty shop in SM Marilao last year. Reminds me of that one love that I wanted so much and fought for so hard. But as Fate willed it, the answer was 'no'. So here it is, in my room.
And so, my room had a face lift. New covers, new curtains (the white flowing ones to let the sunshine in), even a new layout. Easier to clean, and navigate. All electric sockets are accessible, at last. No more charger and extension cords lying around. And most importantly, no more dust.
Now it's time to open the closet and clean it out. But that's another story.
I need to clean my room.
And sure enough, there she was, my nemesis. She, who always barks orders down my neck, who can't seem to be satisfied with everything I do.
She is my mother.
And I hate and love her for it.
But this entry isn't about my domestic relationship with my mom (that'll probably fill more than a few pages and could go on for hours...). This is about my relationship with my room.
And how change is inevitable.
Before: Can you see my bed?
So I looked around my topsy-turvy room. Yes. That's right. Before I leave and look for what I'm looking for, I need to clean my 'homebase'.
While sorting out my things (mostly books -- I'm such a bookworm, I have more books that clothes), I found many things that I have completey forgotten -- or chose to forget -- lying around.
Sleeping Beauty: Sleeping alone in Singleton
My 'Noah in Pajamas' figurine. No, it's not custom-made. I painted it in this kiosk in SM North Edsa called "Let's Paint!" many years ago. Actually, it has a male counterpart, which I buried a year ago... The bunny has one of it's ears cut off... it fell when we moved from the old house. And though the figurine look quite battered, it reminds me that after a long day's work, one should always take time to sleep. Alone or otherwise.
Moo!!!
The cows my friends while growing up gave me for my 23rd birthday. I keep them to remind me of them. The people I have with me even before I learned how to read. It was Me, Rochie,d Michele, Carla and Bryan. Rochie's my bestfriend from then till now, lives in Calamba. Michele is my bandmate from fourth to sixth grade, now in Georgetown University, is from Calauan. Carla, from Dumaguete, is now in Guam and Bryan from Los Banos, now in Riyadh. Every now and then Rochie and I meet for lunch in Los Banos. We miss the others, we have no idea when they'll come back. But thanks to internet... seems like they never left at all...
The Original Pumice Stone
The rock. A remembrance from Marjorie. One of my sweetest and closest friends in college. She has a degree in biology and taking up nursing in PWU now...
A Little Bit: Remembrance of a love that could've been
This bottle never reached its destination. I bought it from a novelty shop in SM Marilao last year. Reminds me of that one love that I wanted so much and fought for so hard. But as Fate willed it, the answer was 'no'. So here it is, in my room.
After: Finally letting the sunshine in...
And so, my room had a face lift. New covers, new curtains (the white flowing ones to let the sunshine in), even a new layout. Easier to clean, and navigate. All electric sockets are accessible, at last. No more charger and extension cords lying around. And most importantly, no more dust.
Now it's time to open the closet and clean it out. But that's another story.
posted by Unknown @ 6/27/2006 05:22:00 PM
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