Cabbage Patch

And yes, it’s a Sunday. My body is free but my mind is consumed by several thoughts. Today was supposed to be a day for my family and for myself. Yeah, actually it kinda was but not 100%.

So let’s take it from the start to explain the rationale behind the title for my post today. When I was hearing the holy mass, I caught sight of an irresistibly adorable baby boy on a few pews further at my right. He looked exactly like my much coveted cabbage patch dolls. You know, plump and cuddly. He kept on playing with the hair of his nanny. He turned from his mom to his nanny from time to time and intermittently sipped milk from his Avent feeding bottle. With that, two speedy random thoughts hurried into my mind. First, I want to have a baby exactly like him. Second, I want to have a cabbage patch doll.

Me-having-a-baby thing would be ridiculous for now. It is. But I would die to have a cabbage patch looking kid in the future, maybe after 10 years or so, or maybe when I’m 32. As for the doll part, I’ve been wanting to have a cabbage patch doll since two years ago but to no avail. It’s not available here in the Philippines and I can’t think of anyone to buy it for me. But mark my word, I’m gonna have my own CP doll in two years by hook or by crook. I swear to all the saints in heaven.

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And now my mind is consumed by school stuff. Our professor who is more like a slave driver just gave us the longest and the most challenging homework in the history or the human race. It’s gonna be due two days from now but I won’t make it until two hours before the class. You know me. I LOVE PRESSURE!!! It is during those critical moments where I feel my brain matter being squeezed to give out the oozing juice of knowledge. Surreal? I know! If some people think that doing chores beforehand would make their work better, I think otherwise.  I have been doing that practice since I can’t remember when. A friend of mine even gave me a flattering remark by saying that I am the epitome of a woman who inhabits ‘grace under pressure’. Aaaaahh, heavenly. But actually, it’s just some sort of a defense mechanism. I tend to look better by putting some make-up on and fixing my hair in a glamorous frenzy every time I feel that I’m pressured. Let’s see about that this time when it seems that everything seems to just pile up in my mind. But I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

The pressure is on, bring it!!!