Each of us has an area-slash-platform for our own space.

I was doing that to get me into the sleeping mode. I want to sleep because I want to wake up already! I wanted to paint! I even printed the picture already. It was a picture of the farm in the mountains. I took it from the album of Pau, Alex and Faye's visit to the farm since my own pictures are in the laptop which is now seated with a lonely frown on it's screen.

And this is my painting. It's still very wet so I can't place the details yet. You're going to see that the chicken houses are a LOT bigger than the person, but I'll edit that in a while. As of now, I'm going to let it dry. Later, maybe on Saturday or Sunday, I'll glaze over some leaf details and erase the elf, replacing it with a human being. And add the sun's glare as well. :) As well as add some distant trees.

And well, actually, before painting, I was doing my blog lay-out, trying to remove the plainness of it all. And now, I'm looking for my report card. I know Mom got it yesterday, but I haven't analyzed me own grades just yet. I'll be right back, I'll look for it. I'm back and I can't find it. Appears that Mom hid it somewhere so it wouldn't get lost. You know how my dream report card looks like? FIVE words. Excatly like Khisby Mortell's card. Hahaha! That's my Mom! Mom Kish has the best grades all the time, IDOL.

Everything about today is brown. My painting, the place where I painted (the kubo), this desk in front of me, and even everything I've eaten.

1. Corned beef - the brand my Mom always gets is the color of human vomit. Of course the person should be fed with chocolate for an entire week.
2. Choco Flex (is it?) with milk - nothing beats cereal for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
3. The Chinese Dove chocolate :"> :D I took a picture of it so you would know what in the world I'm talking about since I couldn't very well type the Chinese characters.

YUM.

And now, my grandmother is home. And soon, my parents are going to be home too. And of course, Trish is gonna be home with the food she cooked with Alvin and Maria Paula. Ang FC ko sa mga taong yun, putting them on my blog, I don't even know how they look like. Shame on me. Anyway, I really hope it's good. Ho, yum. I'm getting hungry. I wonder if it's brown...

A piece of information for debutantes, (spelling?) debuts, the concept of it anyway, was originally to expose the lady to the society. Once the lady is known all through-out the area, men will go to her parents or guardians to ask for her hand, for marriage. That was the whole concept of it. That's why it's a debut.

By dictinary.com's definition, it is:

de·but /deɪˈbyu, dɪ-, ˈdeɪbyu, ˈdɛbyu/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[dey-byoo, di-, dey-byoo, deb-yoo]

–noun
1. a first public appearance on a stage, on television, etc.
2. the first appearance of something, as a new product.
3. (of a young woman) a formal introduction and entrance into society, as at an annual ball.
4. the beginning of a profession, career, etc.

Well, as I've read on the historical novels my Mom owns, after the lady's debut to the London society, the suitors come to the house and ask for marriage. After all, during their time, women are for pleasure and marriage only. They were fancy dresses and jewelry, and they do not at all work. They are just the senoras of the house. Or senorita in a maiden's case. Just the mistresses of the numerous servants. Nothing else. This given, they are only pursued for marriage, and only introduced to society for marriage.

Thank GOD for evolution. We don't have to marry at 18 now! We can, and we certainly will, work our way to the ladder of success (in a sing-song High School Musical tune, lalala, the ladder of success!)

And now I'll go back to my immobility and lie on my back with a book or the TV. I shall watch whatever show comes across my channel surfing (while waiting for my sister's new recipe :p)

Asta La Vista, Baby!