You know you’re getting old when you prefer music you grew up listening to instead of the music currently playing on the radio. You know you’ve matured when you almost always find yourself enjoying the company of people who have substance more than just people to laugh with and share gossip with. You know you’re leaving your 20’s-hood behind when all of your friends and classmates are either getting married or are starting to raise their own family. You know that when your bills start to bloat dramatically, it’s the start of a responsibility and a future much bigger.
And where could have all the years gone by?
Besides having signs of wrinkles and dry skin, metabolism slowing down and blood sugar problems; I’ve also stored a number of memories and experiences to cherish, mistakes and wrong decisions to learn from, more pictures and videos of me, my family and friends collected, gained much more confidence and aggressiveness, made new friends, etc.
I pretty much have had an adventurous ride of life which makes me wanting and hoping for more… Cheers to my 28 years, 8 months, and 18 days of existence, cheers to my last few years (or months rather) of 20’s-hood!
This morning was an uncanny one. As I opened our front door, a thick fog lay before my eyes. Being the pessimist and cautious person that I am, I panicked and walked outside the street. Our neighbors don’t seem to worry, not minding the low-cloud which hides the trees and the alleys. I can hear one of them say, “it’s just a fog”.
It’s been awhile since I’ve been to Tagaytay and Baguio. And so, I find it strange and somewhat impossible to have a thick foggy morning in Metro Manila. The “silent hill” ambiance is a bit scary yet makes me want to go right back at my bed and dream this day away.
Non-stop rain and storm clouded us for the past weeks, and today was the first time we ever get to see the sun rise again. Hence, Mr. Fog visited, reminding us all that the sun will soon shine again.
Turns out I’m not the only one having plane crash dreams. Hundreds of others (according to Google) have dreamt of it too. Even a close friend of mine says she’s had the same dream when she was my age, and we both arrived to the same conclusion that it only means; I have a goal I’ve been wanting to reach but I can’t or maybe afraid I might not be able to reach.
I don’t know if I can say I still lack confidence in this day and age. But apparently, my dreams are telling me otherwise. Having to set goals as high as the skies but afraid of even taking the first step toward reaching them, the same as like having “aviatophobia” the fear of flying. But I don’t want to admit that. I don’t want to be scared of soaring high…
And now that I am wide awake, I’m willing to take the risk and make this dream go away, with the help of my family and friends who believe in me. The crashing plane I see is nothing but a shooting star, and my wish will soon be granted; in God’s grace and time.
Do you ever get the feeling of apathy sometimes? You’re physically present but your mind isn’t cooperating… and somehow, unwanted forces call for sudden change and you refuse to be swayed. Inertia Creeps. You want to be still. Be still.
I was supposed to attend my best friend’s baby’s first birthday but wasn’t able to because we had no car and the weather sucks at the same time. Too bad I missed the party.
I wore this colorful ensemble contrasting the gloomy weather. Although things didn’t work out the way we planned it, found an alternative way of spending the rainy afternoon.
We originally planned to watch Transformers but as expected on a Saturday afternoon, Greenbelt cinema tickets are sold out. So we had a simple dinner and had coffee instead.
Just behind my office in Rufino Tower, a strip of restaurants and food stops (including jolly jeep) can be found. And this is our first time to try Buffalo’s Wings N’ Things, which we both enjoyed.
Their buffalo wings are truly delectable, plus your choice of fries or rice with salsa. Their Fan Faves (Php 199.00) includes large iced tea is definitely worth it.
Then off to Figaro Greenbelt.
Next to UCC, Figaro is my choice. I love the ambiance and the coffee. They also serve pasta and rice meals (which are a bit pricey). You can never go wrong with Figaro and their coffee especially on a gloomy, rainy afternoon like this.
Cam whores and frustrated photographers like me are the most likely ones to get addicted to this app. And since I love vintage and old school themes and photographs, this definitely keeps me up all night. ♥
Before putting up this blog, I vowed not to post in my angry and sad emotions. I will try my best to conceal them and only show off positive vibes. But I would have to break that promise…
I’ve seen and witnessed relatives and friends die of cancer. This is the third time a relative of mine was taken away because of the horrible disease. I hope and pray that someday, humankind’s intelligence would be enough to save lives, especially those of cancer patients. May we soon find cure and all be healed, both physically and spiritually.