Whisper

Have you experienced hearing the voice of someone very dear to you? I experience to often. There are times that I am reading or doing something in the computer, and I hear my mother calls me by name. The call is like a whisper. I am sure I heard it, but my mother lives miles away. I experienced this phenomenon even when I was younger. People think that this is an indication of a need to reconnect with the person. My mother and me has not really talked well for two years. I am hurting because of some things my mother did, and I am certain she feels bad of what I have said and done. This holiday season, I am going home with my daughter and husband. It would be the first time that mother will see her first granddaughter and the second time she will my husband. I hope this time, mother and me would reconnect.

Baby's Christening

The baptismal of Aerlind is finally set on 22nd of December, a day before our scheduled flight home. What a relief to know that baby is getting baptized. I am not a die-hard Catholic, but I am a stern believer of the sacrament of baptism. I also do not like the idea of having the baby on a plane without a previous baptism. The reception that will follow is also a good opportunity to introduce Aerlind Victoria to friends.

Changing Residence

I went to the developer’s office to deliver the loan application, documents, and post-dated checks so we can get a permit to occupy the unit that honeypot bought. I am eager to occupy the unit because things then would be different. Different sorrounding, different vibes, different opportunities, different activities. So many things will change.

I remember the time when I first came to this city to live. Classes just started and I have spent more than a month of searching of a place to live, somewhere near the school and the train station. I found a nice place a week classes started. In that month, I transferred to a new place, and I got new sorroundings, new friends, new classmates, and a new work. I would say I also got a new love, who eventually become my husband. I felt the inspiring and invigorating vibes with the big change that was going on. In sum, I was a totally different person, willing to give up all the negative energy and negative thoughts and emotions. I did gave up those negative energy.

Haircut

After almost 2 hours in the salon, I got long layered and straighter hair. The last time I visited this salon was 6 months ago. It was a long time before I decided that I need to have my hair straightened again and my hair trimmed. Plus, I got an advise from the he haircutter-not to part my hair in the middle because it would give my face a flatter appearance.The trip to the salon last longer than expected. I am supposed to meet Honeypot at Mocha Blends West Avenue and to wait for him while he has a online class. I was not able to do so. What happened is that he picked up from the salon, mad that I was not able to text him the exact location before my mobile phone had an empty battery.

Meantime Moment

Meantime….I am in the meantime….not knowing where to go…doing things temporarily…not making major commitments…afraid of making a commitment because I am not sure if I can handle big commitments with a husband and a baby.

Things are different when you are a wife and a mother. Decisions are not made by thinking of yourself only. Your family also matters to you. At this point, there is fear of making a mistake…the meantime is just the safest way of avoiding mistakes.

Snail Mail

With the revolution of email, internet chat, text messaging, and other means that speed up communication, receiving a mail through the postman--a mail we refer to as snail mail--is a rarity. What we received from the postman these days are bills from credit card companies and utility companies, marketing mails, and subcribed publications. Before, we get excited when we hear the postman say our name. These days, we got depress to hear the postman because it means some bills are due for payment in several days. The last time I received a mail from the postman was in my highschool years, and I cannot even remember what it was. It was that long time ago.

This Christmas, I will send out greeting cards to my friends, for a change.