The Case of the Missing Laundry

I had the day off so I spent it on doing the laundry, obviously.

We lived on the second floor of a three-flat apartment building. The laundry room was located in a common area in the basement. There was one washer, and dryer for the whole building to use. We didn’t make schedule of who can use it when. It’s use when available.

I placed my first load in the dryer, and my second in the washer. Went upstairs, did other chores, watched a little bit of Netflix, then went to get the clothes. However, when I checked there were no more clothes in the dryer, and our basket was missing.

I panicked at first of course. I told my mom. She panicked more than I did, even blamed the neighbors’ teen visitor-friends for taking them.

Anyway, after a couple of hours, our laundry basket was returned to the basement and in it, our clothes. We figured our neighbors were probably doing the laundry prior to and thought it was still theirs. All clothes accounted for.

All is well.

September 7, 2015



Poker Faced


For the most part. Mostly, it’s trying to exude a “boy-next-door” exterior.

Jokes aside, you’re pretty cool. We’ve had great times together, and I am thankful for that.

Happy Birthday, Raf!

August 27, 2015


All Smiles


Since day 1, that was who you’ve been. The girl with the prettiest smile. It’s just who you are, your personality. You walk around with a bottomless amount of ray of sunshine in your pockets. My day was not complete until I saw that smile lurking around the hallways, or inside the classroom.

I do miss our talks about random topics, like how this one guy from another class kind of looks like Freddie from Skins, and how we both had a crush on him.

Happy Birthday, Rej!

August 26, 2015


Inside the Madness

I believe I have not talked about what it is exactly that I do at work since I started working at a nursing home. I’m not talking about position, or job description, duties, whatever, I’ve written about those. Just the regular day-in, day-out stuff. That I haven’t.

I also don’t believe I’ll just start to all of a sudden now. It’s just I have always been scared, because people keep scaring the shit out of me and I do believe it is something to be scared of, of HIPAA and the likes. Although, of course, I believe in what it stands for which is the right to privacy of everyone involved. Anyway, I don’t know, I’m just ranting now.

I work under the Social Services department. I have had three titles since being in the field. PRSA for a couple of months before being promoted to PRSC for a little over a year, and finally BMC, after getting hired at another facility. Different positions, different responsibilities, but my main function throughout was pretty much the same.

I deal with a certain population and because of this, as we would always say, there is never a dull moment. This particular day is one of my craziest so far. We had a resident admitted and discharged within, I would say, a three-hour window. It was just one of those times when after work you go home and think to yourself, “what the hell just happened?”

I wish I could say more, but it’s just in my nature to not to I guess, if that even made sense. I will say this, it went as far as getting the police involve, or firemen, or both, I cannot really remember.

Regardless how unearthly insane my days go, I loved every second of it. If I knew what was going to happen before it even did, I’ll do them just the same.

August 17, 2015


As Pretty as the Sunset


I would add a picture of you with me, but I realized that was very narcissistic of me to do in the first place. I would have added a picture to show the world your pretty face, but I chose to show to the world (and by world I mean the very few friends I have who know of my blog who apparently has nothing better to do so they’re reading it right now, if any) a picture that shows who you really are, an artist.

I remember you telling the story of how you ended up focusing on your art. It’s funny how we plan things, and how things actually come to be. I think no matter how you got there, you would have gotten there eventually. I am really happy and proud of you, and how you create beautiful things every single day, because God know we need more pretty things to look at in this world.

Happy birthday, my love!

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August 16, 2015


Free Concerts and Fireworks

Since I am writing this entry post-event, I already know the events to follow. Thus, I can say, today was the first of many free concerts held at the MB Financial Park in Rosemont that I went to.

They had different bands everyday. I didn’t know any of them – most were independent, I believe. We had a little bit of food and drinks, sat on the ground on our little blanket, and soaked up the music. On Thursdays, after all bands have played, they would paint the sky with fireworks.

It was pretty cool.

August 4, 2015


Back to nature

I went hiking today at Starved Rock. Although the path was laid out for us and some parts were a breeze, there were parts that required a lot of physical effort. By the end of one parking lot/drop-off/whatever point to another, we were all dripping in sweat. All gross details aside, it was invigorating to the soul.

There’s always something about nature that makes you feel peaceful. I would go on tangents about why this is, but I don’t have enough of the feelings stored in my memory to go about it.

I definitely want to go on another hiking, or nature walk. Want to come with?

August 2, 2015