Book of Days

It’s a holiday! And while some people are complaining of boredom, I’m having a time of my few days left of my 2010. Yeah!

My Dad is celebrating his 51th birthday today!!
Happy birthday to you not-so-old man..

After getting out of bed, although still sleepy, I checked my site and logged on to my Facebook. The updates of my facebook friends expressing relief they finished voting did not surprise me. It’s election day after all.

Who fed me from her gentle breast
And hushed me in her arms to rest,
And on my cheek sweet kisses prest?
My Mother.

Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.
~Ann Taylor

My brother just got married and he’s living with his wife next door. And I guess I’m still not used with the thought that after the day he got married, hell be going home to his wife.. not to us like it used to be.

I’ve been busy for the past few weeks. I’m updating my magazine blog, writing for a blogger friend, and I have a huge project that is the major contributor to my aching head. Anyway, the last time I touched Marcus, my violin and yes my violin has a name , was last March 26 when we played for our company anniversary.

Before I go to the ‘raining’ part of this post, let me tell you first about our actual performance during the company anniversary.

Here’s the final draft of the invitation that I’ve been designing. I don’t know Photoshop that much that is why I just made a simple design.

April 30 is the date. My brother is getting married. I volunteered to do the designing of their wedding invitation to help minimize the expenses since this wedding is not planned.

missing moments like these: