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‎ Monday, ‎December ‎28, ‎2015 2:25:31 AM While waiting for our PLDT DSL to connect, I folded these small origami boxes after I finished what work I could do offline. Our connection is intermittent. It connected approximately 3x, only for a few minutes each time within the last 6 hours that I have been sitting here. I am tired of staring at pldt's baudtec modem. The sequence is the same: The DSL light blinks as it tries to connect, and when the INTERNET light is supposed to turn on, it doesn't. The cycle repeats. 2:35:30 AM It's back. 2:38:45 AM And it's gone again. Like I said -  it lasts just a few minutes. So, this has happened recently too. I don't remember exactly when, maybe it was less than 2 weeks ago. That night, I remember folding origami envelopes while I waited. I also remember that I went to bed without it connecting, hoping that it returns to normal soon. Looks like I'll do that again. GOOD NIGHT. ‎ Monday, ‎December ‎28, ‎2015

So, I applied and received my PWD national ID early this month from the mayor's office. It's supposed to grant 20% off on prescription meds and basic commodities like rice. But I have to present the ID card with the corresponding booklet (there are two). Three years ago, I bought a slightly pricey black nail polish (pricey for just a simple nail polish). 'Twas bought on impulse which I surprisingly don't regret now. I expected it to be dried out but it wasn't. Cool. I don't have acetone so I only painted one nail.

Someone's lunchbox for tomorrow. I enjoy making these. Lunchboxes, I mean. Someone tries to stop me from adding more rice most of time. I tell them I add more to make it look neat and compact, and they don't have to eat all of it if they don't want to... but they always do! So, please stop telling me how to make your baon! LOL. A co-worker of theirs saw one of these once and said it was cute.

turon merienda I'm mastering a couple of my favorite songs on the acoustic guitar and I'm liking what I'm hearing so far. Truth is, I would've stopped if I didn't and I would've been sad. I do accept that my playing is not very good 'cause I can't press the strings well enough but with what strength I have... I'm happy. And I'm playing for me. Picked up the guitar again after almost 20 years. I wanted an electric guitar so I can produce a cleaner sound (easier to press) but the new, good ones were out of my budget. So, I settled for a smaller acoustic guitar that the salesman called the "classic." It's smaller than a full-size acoustic guitar. It has nylon strings (easier to press). When he showed me the "classic," he said, " Pero di ka makaka-rock dito. " I don't know why he mentioned that to me, like he knew what I wanted. Imagine a small-ish woman in a wheelchair with a nice blue dress and white cotto

This is someone's lunchbox for tomorrow. My tummy rumbled this morning. It woke me up. After going to the toilet, I went back to bed. It rumbled again this afternoon. By dinnertime, I felt OK. I feel OK as I'm writing this. Something lingers though: a taste in my mouth or a hollow feeling in my belly. I ate well tonight so I know it's not hunger. We toasted bread that I munched on too, if just to "absorb" anything oily in there, if there's any.

Dessert earlier was a Graham crackers float filled with cream, condensed milk and peaches and topped with powdered dark chocolate. Guests left a big box of Graham honey crackers that we can't seem to finish off quick enough. We just keep making Graham floats now. I started playing the guitar again.