Blogged: Backpacking to Caramoan Islands (Super long overdue post)

Sundate! My not-so-typical Sunday is with the boyfriend. We attended church service at The Fort, then had late lunch (that of which is the photo above — baked ziti and pinwheel, Sbarro)and then random teases over our Mango Pineapple and Mud Pie DQ blizzards, and then strolled around Serendra and pretending to be first-timers, under the heat of the inconsiderate sun. :) Oh, Sundays!

Went with the whole family and the boyfriend to my sister’s college recognition rites a while ago at UP Diliman.

Congratulations to my dear sister who finished Chemical Engineering! I’m a proud sister. And I greatly thank the Lord for this. Congratulations again, Queza!

Isn’t this pair of polka dotted slippers cute? I bought it just ‘cos I was wearing espadrilles but I had my toe nails pedicured.

We’ll go backpacking to Caramoan laturrr! I pray for safety! Lol.

We celebrated Heart’s Day in each of our workstation. But after our shift we decided to celebrate a couple of hours, though late since our shift ends at 12AM. A good place to go to relax and celebrate at the same time is at Chocolate Fire. :) We ordered our chosen drinks, I ordered an iced white chocolate drink, while he ordered a hot chocolate drink. Talk about our differences. And we shared our I Love You banoffee pie. Too bad, we were hoping for Chocolate Fire’s ganache cakes.

We delight in simple things — like being together no matter where or what we eat, mapaturo-turo o mapa-five-star-fine-dining pa yan.

We must love everyday. A hold of hands, a bouquet of tulips or even santan or a thank you — let’s make it a point to make our loved ones feel that they are loved even through our simple gestures and appreciation.

2011-12-27. The caramel macchiato and the cake shared with my patootskie who I bumped into at ATC. I missed that girl.

The hearty team dinner.

Blogged: This is the distracting centerpiece on each of the table.

Spectacular Spectrum — at the Ayala Triangle Gardens

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This is becoming a yearly habit most especially with the boyfriend. This year’s more colorful with more lights and better, louder speakers. But I must say, I like the last year’s better. Maybe it’s just me, but the feel, timing and dramatic effect beats this year’s show. Nonetheless, what’s far more important is its way of making the spectators feel the season.

It was my second time (in a row) to witness it — last night with the boyfriend and tonight with my bestfriends. I was awe-inspired, made me feel the season, and it relayed in me the spirit of gratefulness — that I can see, that I can hear, that I can feel, and that I can be with people whom I love.

I am still alive and I’ve just been to a beach trip with my high school friends, whom I haven’t seen for months.

It feels good to hear the waves hit the shores; to see the blue waters; to breathe fresh air; to somehow relax. A fast escape from the chaos of the city and pressures of work.

Later when I wake up it’s a whole new set of scenes..

Spent the first hours of Thursday (last week) at Bo’s Coffee, Glorietta 5. That coffee shop will always be special. Talks that make a lot of sense happen there — heartbreaks, dreams, frustrations, realizations, discussions, glee, happiness and a lot more. I can’t remember the last time I visited the place. Not to mention that I needed, ok, still need to refrain from drinking caffeinated, anything with coffee drinks. So last Thursday was nostalgic. White chocolate coffee-blended cold drink plus blueberry cheesecake. I miss.

Hours today passed by lame. Slept as soon as I got home at 6AM. Got out of bed at around 6PM. Had family dinner out ‘cos we’re complete today. Got bored after dinner and so I took out my sketchpad and lazily sketched and rendered. I feel the need to attend workshops.

//Sketching. You actually have control. Stroke that pencil, align your fingers, move your hand. Freely you can do it. You will come to a point that you need to render, add color, change shade, mix and match and so on. It’s all up to you. But sometimes, it doesn’t turn out right. It can disappoint you. It might even get in your nerves. Sometimes you think it’s better to just quit. Sometimes you regret that you even colored it. And at times you think of just tearing the page out and starting out from a clean slate. Or you can move on. You try to fix the color. You can blend, lighten, darken. You can add elements. Until you think it’s getting good, looking better. Whatever you choose just as long you get hold of the finish product. A pleasing sketch in front of your eyes. You can just smile on it and think of how you got through — no matter how long it took. Just like decisions. Just like life.

The ~usual~ Saturday for me ‘cept that it jump-started really early cos of my new shift that now ends at 12mn. I was able to spend longer time with him with my much-craved isaw and mangga-plus-bagoong (c/o Mercato) and a good 1-hr full body Swedish massage. Spent a good time sleeping too. Got bored so I decided to help myself by hitting the mall. Did some little shopping. Bought magazines for some prospect designs. Passed by The Fabric Warehouse to look for the right fabric and hope to meet the tailor anytime soon. HOPEFULLY this week or Sunday next week the latest. I’m taking the tiniest of the steps I could to live it.

Today is pamper day with Julie.

• hair gloss and trim
• manicure & pedicure
• chill

Yeah we’re like milk and choco when we’re together.

Sundays are love~