Albine's Corner

Do I love you because you're beautiful, Or are you beautiful because I love you? ~Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II, Cinderella Blogger Albine With regards to taking care of my physical body and staying good-looking all the time, the following are a few guidelines I give to myself:

Guy: "What is your treat to the cats this holiday season? " Me: "Well, actually I always treat them even on no special occasions. Now, there are hot dogs left on the fridge after cooking pasta for my students. These cats have them. On a cold weather like this, I think the best treat I can give them is a cuddle. Is it not sweet? " Guy: "Yes, it's sweet. But you know how cats are, sometimes you try to cuddle them and they squirm away from you. Like some women, actually." (giggles) Me: "You think so?" (laughs) "Because that who cuddle is so vague. Precision is preferred. " Guy: "Precision cuddling." (laughs) "Only you would come up with something like that. You're one of a kind. "

I was a fool... I was vulnerable... I couldn't control myself... But I have hoped! What are praises for? I'm not used to it, anyway. I haven't heard my parents praise me nor my brother does; and that, I don't understand. I just have few friends though and sometimes they praise me a little and I don't mind that attention. At work, knowing my boss, he is not the type of person to give praises generously. With my students, there are of course petty little comments but it outweighs those damn complaints against me. Thus overall, I hear just few praises since I got consciousness in the world.

A little grudge, eh ? Yeah, grudge or a little grudge. You heard it! This is not good, i guess. That's why I wanna call it a little grudge. But I think it's all the same... a grudge is a grudge, isn't it? Wednesday morning, on my way to work I came face to face with someone I really don't wanna see anymore. ( Uh oh, wake up, Albine. The world is so small and there's a huge possibility to bump into anyone living in this planet. ) I share the same ride on a public vehicle with this woman -- let's call her Sali -- who left a great impact to my life. Actually she is not the only person I almost swear I really do not want to see anymore for my entire life. They are a family. The story behind it is such a big family issue but I'd rather not say those details here. This post I'm doing today, really is difficult. I wonder if I could write something out of honesty or without protecting a nice image of myself here in the blog arena. I see that sometimes honest...

Being experimental today... Touched one charming charming device. Unfamiliar. It's been here several days ago. Just purchased very intriguing coffee-maker device. Seems I can get along with it. Let's see... Cup of water. Teaspoonful of ground coffee. Plug it. Push the button. Wait... Hmmm, smells good! Taste it? Wow, fine! ...Bitter. That's fine. Dash of sugar... brown sugar, muscovado sugar. Enough to experience bitterness. Sip... Another sip... Aha! Got an idea... Chocolate. Special dark chocolate! Just a few chips. Dropped into it. Stir. How is it? Hmmm! Guess what, i like it! Terrific. Bitter-sweet good. Forget about troubles. Relax. Hear that saxo music playing. See that cup of coffee you're holding. Are you complete? Uh, oh... wish you were here.

It's February 14 so I allowed myself to have a little time to scribble something for my blog. It's really been a while since I posted here. In fact, Christmas and New Year have passed that I didn't have some posts those days. Wished I could but, umm, well I'll just keep it to myself. And I thought I have to update my blog, just in time for Valentine's day. It's a love day. Funny so it seems but really love has been the favorite themes of many. What I'll say here, you may already have heard before but still, I want to give it a try. Here it goes: I believe in love, It's more than just a feeling; It moves people to do many things Of high-moral value. I believe in God, He is the source of Love; Love is God Himself. I believe in marriage, It is the union between a man, a woman, And God. I believe in life, We go on each day, hoping to have life; But there's no beautiful life Without love! Wow, can't believe this... been back to my blog again. But ...

Hey, Albine... It's been so Long, What Happened? Indeed, it's been so long since I last updated this journal of mine. For lots of reasons like graduate school requirements, inaccessible Internet, assorted feelings and ideas, adjustment to new schedule, and other things. In graduate graduate school, that thesis of mine and other little projects ate up my time for so many days. The very main reason for not blogging so long. I planned to post one especially on the day I'd like to commemorate my daughter's birthday. My regret I couldn't find time to write a single post or greetings for her, somehow. Then it was semestral break at work and sem break for Internet facility, too...(LOL) Sorry for myself because I couldn't get subscription at home. A couple of weeks had passed and I got unorganized or undecided on what topic to post next. Is it about the bonding moments with some friends? Or about my second date with Sean? The holiday I spent in Marinduque? Or another po...

So, it was such untypical weekend for me... despite the busy schecule and the nagging deadlines, I chose to see my friend, shall refer to as "Sunshine". Actually, I was the one who set the date simply because I long for a different environment. I was so tired and bored then with all the usual work-home-study activities. Who is Sunshine? Sunshine has been a friend to me since our high school days in the eighties. When we parted ways to continue our pursuits separately, there were four of us girls who were really close to one another, ( silang 3 , m atatalino at magaganda pa!). I remember we had codenames then: twinkle (me), Danes, Lhyre, and of course, Sunshine. Among them, Sunshine and me have had lots of times together... given the opportunity to reminisce what we had, I think I need to open a new site for that... LOL! Admittedly, gone are the days when we were so young and free. Sunshine got married in the late 90's and I left single (for such a long period of time). ...

Today is September 18 th , thirty days from now is October 18 th , would be my child's 4 th birthday. If fate has been favorable to me, I would be so excited planning and preparing for my little girl's party. I could buy her new clothes and shoes, invite her playmates, or even treat her out to a fantastic theme park... but that's not the hands of time for me these days. She's been gone so early in her child's life by a silent-killer disease, bronchial asthma. It was not so long ago when I last heard her struggling voice shouting "Mamaaa!" as she coughs. It was just four months ago. There's no other pain in my life seeing my only girl dying. I knew she keeps on fighting for her acquired illness, up to the very last moments of her in this world. If only I could give her my own respiratory system just to make her survive. As a mother, I would do anything to make her comfortable. Yet, that moment of her was really beyond my control. On losing her, most of...

I 'm looking forward to another weekend. Here's my "to do" list: Wash my clothes - Friday night Study my report in OS (Operating System) - Friday night Attend to OS class, I'm a reporter - Saturday morning Meet my group mates in BPR (Business Process Re-engineering) subject - Saturday afternoon Buy a topographic map - Saturday afternoon Internet: research on CO (carbon monoxide) measurement system - Saturday evening Internet: download related theses and concepts - Saturday evening Read, read, read on downloaded materials - Saturday evening Think, organize ideas - Saturday evening Start writing - Saturday late night Wake up early - Sunday morning Attend mass - Sunday morning Internet, read, write - Sunday morning 'till noon Short sleep - Sunday, after lunch Self-hair-spa - Sunday afternoon Housekeeping: sweep, clean, iron clothes Y a think I'm busy? Gosh this is another typical weekend for me!

S eptember 8 th and 9 th : I just had a typical weekend once again. S aturday Not a Day Off. Saturday had been a very busy day for me just because this is my day as a student. If I don't pursue my graduate studies, it is an ordinary work day for me. It's unfair though that if I want to upgrade m profile, I have to formally file a leave of absence (without pay) or deliberately be absent from work. What a fair sacrifice, so it seems! M y Thesis Title Approved. So I chose to work half-day in order to earn a little. If I feel that it's alright not to attend my classes (as a student) in PUP, I can report to work (as a teacher) in EAC. Anyway, two of my teachers already did not require us to attend classes until our "presentation day". They gave us time to work on our projects. Thus, I only came to PUP to seek approval of my thesis title and to meet my group mates regarding BPR (Business Process Re-engineering) plans. I could say, the best thing that happened to me d...

I t's one-hour past midnight of September 6 th . I just finished washing clothes. I enjoyed the whole evening in the solitude of my home. Sometimes it really feels good to be all alone. I can do unplanned things at any point in time. Best of all, I can wander around my thoughts while doing things or while enjoying the comfort of my seat. So I picked up my ball pen and started scribbling this diary. I t is very unusual to me to wash clothes in ordinary working days like this. Why do you think I did it today? Well, you know I just got a new washer. At last, after 13 years of living independently, I decided to acquire this machine. I feel that I need to have this now so that I can lessen my time doing housekeeping. Lots of other things are trying to grab my time, like doing my thesis, maintaining this blog, socializing, and catching up with unfinished tasks at work. I t is coincidental today that I left the house this morning without running water on my faucets (blame it to the wate...

H ow about my graduate studies? Well, I've been worried about a certain subject, which is "Research Seminar 1". The thesis title I submitted before was not approved by my professor because that was mainly a descriptive type of research. What she was expecting from us is both a descriptive and an experimental research all in one. Then something about "Air Pollution" comes into my mind. H mmm, air pollution... and why that particular area of interest? Indeed, there's one big reason behind this thing: my child died of asthma. In other words, she died due to air pollution! Truly, my child became the biggest meaning of my existence on earth. I really strived hard just for her. She has been my inspiration. Now that she's in the house of the Lord, she's still the second reason in everything I do. This thesis would be a milestone both to my educational and professional lives and I acknowledge Beijah Rose, my pretty child on this. W ill It be easy for me to ...

I t's been Thursday, a few minutes before seven in the evening. My last period in school lasts 'till 7:00 PM but I chose to dismiss my students early amidst of the heavy rain. It's a wet rainy day in August. Just wondering how could it be possible for me to reach home without getting wet. Thank God, there's a spare of cheap, worn out umbrella I left in my locker room here in the Faculty Room, my so-called office. A s I sit and stare at the bare wall of the same room, I thought of Sean. He's scheduled to fly this afternoon at about 5:00 PM for South Africa. A couple of hours ago, I read his SMS for me saying he's in line waiting to get through the Immigration and yet worried because he might miss his flight because of incompetent Immigration System. He must have been worried and I feel sorry for him. An hour after I received this message, I dialed his mobile phone but to no avail and I assumed he flew already. A s I divert my thoughts away from Sean, "to do...

Well, this is my first post here at Blogger.com . Actually, I begun blogging somewhere in another site but I didn't get through it so far... it was difficult, or I don't know. Hope this new-found site will be a success to all my weblogs. I love writing, so allow me to tick this keyboard and display my words on your screens. I wish people would see my little contributions.... I wish myself, who is nobody, be known to many and be recognized. I call on you: my dear loved ones, friends, acquaintances, someone, or anybody to join me here. Hope you always drop by (to know more about me) as I may do the same with your own blogs. I would appreciate your posting of comments so that I can go on, sharp and clever, with my passion for writing. Welcome to Albine's Corner !