An Indie Rock Alphabet book

I rarely click on web banners, but I just couldn't resist this one... and a wise click that turned out to be...
stolen from pastemagazine




One day, in my hypothetical dream life, I will write and lay-out storybooks before my husband and kids wake for their bacon-egg-tomato breakfast.

First Day High

Declan's first day. He took to his new backpack. He proudly wore it and wasn't bothered by the straps like he was before. That morning he was also looking over the boxes and school supplies. He looks old in the pics. More worried and anxious than excited. I think I'm the only one who's excited...



My cousin drove us there. It went as expected. I could hear chairs and tables overturned upstairs and I knew it was him. Both his SPED and ABA teacher said the same things-- that they had a tough time getting him to sit down and do as told. But I mean, give the kid a break. He's been out of school for almost two years, and these are strangers, he needs time to get used to things.... Unfortunately I didn't get pics of him in the classroom. Parents and caregivers had to wait downstairs. At least I had the time to write the summary of some of the cassette interviews.

He had his measurements taken for his uniform and we'll probably get the set by next week. I wanted to accompany him today for his OT, but alas I need to start on the documentary editing plus I have class in the afternoon. My other regret is that I should have gone to SM department store first before National Bookstore. Their outlet in SM Bicutan is horrendous. The office supplies section of the department store had more selections and carried the plain colorful plastic covered notebooks I was looking for. Tsk, I had settled with the typical blue notebooks for his teachers notes. I don't know why I'm making such a fuss. Declan probably doesn't care. I guess parents are like that, they feel that their kids are extensions of themselves and are in effect buying school supplies for themselves.

Hello September

stolen from postsecret

New month, new hurdles. But I'm excited. In my 20's I'd probably wallow in despair and write the sappiest poems and pester old reliables into drinking with me. Now in my 30's, I decided to color-code my calendar and organize my to-do list for the entire month.

stolen from flickr

I bought a bright yellow notebook on the new moon for accounting my expenses. I'm doing 2 government-funded projects, a research fund for a television soap, and my own expenses of course. Last week was a nightmare figuring out how much money I really have and how much I owe the other funds I've been dipping in to. Unless by some stroke of luck I end up marrying an accountant, I have to force myself to balance my own books and never be bankrupt again.



photo credits: kideko, j.crew, wonderboy

Will be shopping for school supplies and little boy clothes later for Declan's first day of school tomorrow. I'm so excited. I wish I had the budget to shop for all these nice things online, but right, now I have to settle for SM.

He's been out of therapy for more than two years. Am such a bad mother for letting myself drown in debt and disillusionment. But things are gonna be different now. He'll by trying out ABA, for the first time and also , he'll be sitting in a SPED class with other kids. Now that's a gigantic leap from the one one therapy he's used to. Other kids... Now that's a bit scary for Declan, he kinda panicked the last time we were in the school for his evaluation. Hopefully he'll get used to it. Eventually, he'll be required to wear a uniform, according to the school admin. A uniform! I think I'm gonna cry...