Rusty
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Brownies.
Baking has now become a part of my weekly activities. I've gone back to old-school oven cooking and I'm enjoying it again. Most of my finished products make it with me to the office where I distribute them to my officemates. More than one has told me I shoud sell them but I decline. I absolutely have no business sense. So they, in turn, offer to sell them for me. I just laugh it off. It's like grace. People should just take the brownie when I give it. But what if I tell them I accept donations? Hmm...nah.:)
Blind date.
I agreed to go on one. Prior to my "yes-ing", I've been hearing contemporaries say that it should be treated like any other social exercise. And so, when the opportunity (more like a risk, if you ask me) presented itself, I felt extra brave and said yes to a friend whose friend referred me to her friend. First time. I haven't done this yet in my entire life (I don't count the time when a couple invited me for dinner and some other single guy just happened to be there). Now, honestly, I'm feeling jittery about it. Does every social exercise have to be this nerve-wracking? I'm psyching myself that I'll just do this for the experience in the same way some other adventurous person would try his hand at bungee-jumping for once in his life.
Bunny.
I once had a puppy whom I named Bunny. He was all-white, cute and tame. The day he was given to me, I held him on my lap and treated him as if he was the most precious thing in the world. The next day, I think he forgot all about me and started to bark at and bite me. Hard as I try, I can't remember anymore what happened to him.
Now, speaking of dogs, yes, Rusty sounds like a good name. But I'm not getting a dog anytime soon. Apart from the fact that I have zero dog-caring skills, I don't think I could let a creature with four legs tug at my heart and break it when he dies or forgets about me. My heart can handle only so much heartache.
So Rusty? I'll take that name. But I don't want this name for so long. With one or ninety-nine readers, I'll try to post entries on my blog more frequently again. Rusty sounds too masculine a name for me.
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6 comments:
Blind date? I hope it will be a nice experience and we'll get to read it on your next blog...
This poor soul is blessed to belong in the same office where someone who bakes delicious brownies gives them away to poor souls in the office... thanks beng! I once had a dog named ginger. She loved to go out and browse whatever garbage she could find outside, then she'd come home and jump all over you. We were spared the agony of her dying when one day she followed us to Quezon Memorial Circle and got lost there.
Good luck miss beng sa blind date. ;-) My friends are in the look-out also for me... hehehe
My puppy is growing bigger... ;-) He's so friendly but a little bit scared of loud noise and strangers. ;-)
If the blind date works out, wow him with your brownies next time...:) I wouldn't mind some of that, too--the brownies, I mean. :)
Hi Nang,
Hmm, no matter how it turns out, I don't think I could write about the blind date outcome in my blog. That would probably scare the guys if they think girls like me would tell on them. hehe. kwento ko na lang sa iyo sa phone. :)
Hi Ben, giving you brownies is but a small way I could repay your kindness to me (and the chocolates you sometimes give me). I didn't know you had a dog once. I'm sure you were a good master. :)
Hi Kars, yeah, the puppy in your blog is cute. :) He probably adores you. About the blind date thing, when you feel extra brave about it (and you're sure he's not a serial killer or rapist), go for it. :)
Hi Gypsy, that comment made me smile, witty! :) I'd give you some brownies when we meet again next month. Promise. :)
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