writing on the hoof

the week has been kind of blurry. i'm still wishing for more summer moments and spectacles as the days are getting shorter. while others linger in a bevy of chats, gossips and innuendos, i relish the web readings and catching up with the inside mutterings of tito alfie. i enjoy the endeavors that is bringing forth the smiles and laughter. but i'm terribly exhausted from all the brisk walking around the workplace stuff. the sufferings are not yet over. there would be more inflictions that would irrevocably grate my insides. i just hope for less laments and incantations that befell the likes of us who have to wade through the rough in order to make a living.

with the less free time, my domestic dwellings are literally cluttered and i broke another piece of plate with the constant clumsiness. the apparent topsy-turviness are virtually everywhere. i'm not usually the messy type but there is such thing called marriage and i try my best fawning stepford wife impression to no avail as i can't roast pork nor chicken. to be a debra barone of the household is not that pathetic. though i covet the adorable tykes.

i'm heaving a sigh. the trip to the british museum was a great highlight of my two weeks. no philippine corner in that archaic structural building, we are not the buddhist grandeur that is thailand or burma and clicking flashes were allowed, unlike the stint at the ashmolean in oxford from way back.