A Poem A Day Keeps the Stress Away

081706

August 17, 2006

Five AM, I was awakened by my weewee habit. One hour later, I got up to start my day. I must do some productive works, I thought. Thus, I cut some bushes in the field.

Eight-fifteen, my mag-ina arrived. Mj greeted and regarded me 'na'. When I asked her what was Gie and Jano's gift to Flor, she said none. In short, Flor has no 'handa' last night. I could see Mj's disappointment on her two nights stay in Bautista.

After our lunch, I let Mj do the laundry, while I was attending Hanna-- who's so hyper and 'pasaway'. Her hyperactivity annoyed and tired me. That was why I beat her many times.

Past-three, I pursue bush-cutting through bolo. I then partially harvested my sweet corns. And when I cooked them, I found out and have proved that they're really sweet. My effort paid off!

Six, after I have lulled Hanna to sleep, I hand-sewn her hotdog pillow casing so that her three small pillows would be made into one. I made it till 8.

Prayer Concern, Tonight: Strength and happiness.