Motif: Butter Yellow

This picture was taken last year at Ritchie's wedding. I saw it again today while I was going through my albums. I am super amused. I think it will take a while before I see myself again in a gown... particularly with this motif. HEHE.

Peace, Ritch! =P

Habit

Dictionary.com defines it as an acquired behavior pattern regularly followed until it has become almost involuntary.

It is also something I don't mind acquiring if it means having the liberty to go out with Lyn as often as we would like to and as long as our schedules would permit.

This time our tummies (or trip?) brought us to Zapata's. It was her first time to go there. Yay for that!

We had nachos and soft tacos. Yum. She had beef and I had chicken, which was cool since we just had a shared meal but we got to eat what we liked. (HAHA. I'm such a nerd.)

Johns and Janes...

and so we went. To and fro. To and fro.

That happened at the office last Wednesday after the pancit palabok fiasco from the day before.

Though all 11 of us felt weak by lunch time, everyone was good natured about it. I mean, what else was left to be done? We were all just thankful that nothing more serious happened.

Now everytime someone mentions palabok, the rest of us would wince and hold our tummies.

Boochiboo

Yes, I am confessing. I baby talk to my dog Kokei. Did that make sense?

It's a regimen now. Before I leave for work and as soon as I arrive, I'd go straight to him; pet him, rub his tummy, pat on his side, play with his ears, and cup his face between my palms. While I talk to him in... err... baby talk.

Booboo, Biboo, Boochibooboo... are just some of his baby names.

In turn, he'd gently nibble my fingers, sniff at my face, and hold out his paw.

Lately, he has had this habit of barking at me if I just zip past him. No, saying hello and calling him by his name won't do. I'd have to pause and reassure him that I'd be back. Seriously, it works.

I love, love, love my dog and he is so darn cute (though he barks like crazy at strangers. hehe)

Trading Paws

I slept at 3 a.m. and woke up around 7, which left me with 4 hours of sleep and an entire day trying to fend of the urge to doze off. I failed miserably at mass this afternoon.

Back at home, while doing chores, I chanced upon one of our cats and she was asleep.

Funny, I wished then to be a cat. Take naps anytime I want to. Climb trees or tall places and always land on my feet.

Cool huh? I'm not sure though if I'm alright with the chasing birds and eating mice part. HEHEHE

Chicken, Pasta, Tea and Lots of Stories in Between

Dinner with Lyn was the perfect way to cap the day. It has been a while since the two of us went out, but I'm just glad the long hiatus is over.

You're right, sis. It is serendipitous that both of us are back in the province, time is up for us to catch up from where we left of. A fun fill in the blanks game.

Love the dinner, love the stories. I still owe you lots more. =)

Write. Pray. Meditate.

Write. Pray. Meditate. I got that from a friend.

This was my writing haven about 4 years ago, the view from my uncle and aunt's backyard in Georgia.

I do hope I get the chance to sit by the lake again --to just write, write, and write so more.

Life Coach in Person

The first time I heard of LIFE COACH was at Pau's. We were watching this sort of reality TV about people who would be housed at one place where they would settle issues and on a regular basis. Help or guidance would come from, who else, but a life coach.

Their job was cool and at the same time I found it amusing. I mean, you make a living by telling people what to do with their lives. That was sweet.

It has been a while since I last visited her place. I miss sitting on her couch, just watching TV. Luckily though, she manages to pop into the hi-how-are-you-scene, just when I need some re-alignment or just to get a breather. I don't mind at all that most of the time we do this through chat -- like what happened early this evening.

I've told her before and I'll say it again. I think I have found my life coach in her. Not because she tells me what to do, but because she trusts me and shares what she does with her own life. I learn by her example. Of course she'll tell you she's still a work in progress, but aren't we all.

Life coaches aren't just seen on TV, the real ones struggle (battle scars and all) and try to persevere, one day at a time. Cheers to you my friend!

Never Say Never

I had coffee with my officemate and friend. As most would prefer Starbucks over UCC, we had the place to ourselves. Though the topics ran from work, long term plans and lost love, it was relatively relaxing. I've always known that she had a good head between her shoulders, but this evening allowed me to see another side of her.

I don't think she was aware of it, but she reminded me that a coin always has two sides. In a story that involves more than one person, it is essential to hear several sides. I have heard the other side of the story about a year ago, but hearing it again from her side made me appreciate and respect what had happened then.

There really were no victors to the story, just learners. I am one of them.

Who would have thought I would end up talking to her about their story, that we would have that much candor and trust to talk about it casually. It wasn't something impossible, but it did come as a pleasant surprise.

It's Independence Day at Mt. Pinatubo

Though the ride was bumpy (got bruises to show)
and got tan lines from the heat (that one I don't mind),
it was all worth it.





I was humbled by the greatness...

Yes, windows do open...

... if I just keep myself from glancing at the closed door.
Actually, I have a lot of open windows.
Kind of like Pandora's box in reverse.

These windows are my reasons to be grateful. That despite the dreary feeling that would sometimes rear it's ugly head when I'm out being a happy camper, I manage to shoo it away and remind myself that it is just a passing feeling.

To acknowledge a feeling, though it may be negative at times, is to have power over that feeling.

I feel, therefore I am. I am happy for several reasons. Friendship is one of them.

Love for Poetry

Letters, to words, to lines.
Words weaved together,
then there is magic in it.

I've penned a number of poems.
Out of sorrow, joy, anguish.
Some, even for the sake of words.

Just the same, to weave words
is bliss.

Restaurant City

Good things come in small packages... in this case it's an application. My cousin introduced me to Restaurant City on Facebook. Yes, I am a work-in-progress. I still don't know a lot of stuff about FB, but this game is enough for now. I'm just one happy camper... err restaurateur.