I am writing this post with a cat sleeping near my feet.
Cats. Among the things that we both liked.
It was on this night last year, we decided to meet again -- sadly the last of the series. I was with him chatting and laughing over scoops of
Häagen-Dazs. I can still remember that weird look he gave me upon realizing that I was to get three scoops of raspberry sorbet, when he asked if I was sure and how cute he smiled when he saw me cringe upon knowing that it doesn't taste good.
And how he kept smiling when I said it was true. That not all that glitters is gold.
This day brought me back to that night when he invited me to watch a movie afterwards and I said yes to it. The same night I was able to appreciate a genre I never tried to watch before; when I saw the child in him and when he told me that probably, if time comes and he will have kids, he'll be a cool dad just like the character in the movie; which caught me by surprise because I was trying to veer away from discussing even mentioning the subject of a relationship, getting married much more the topic of having kids and becoming a parent
Yes, it was the last time we went out. Some people told me I was stubborn for not following the path of romance when it was already presenting itself. I thought of it and I'll be honest that at one point, there is regret. But then, it is now, a year after that I learned my lesson:
‘What’ and ‘if’ two words as nonthreatening as words come. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life."
And though I was a Cinderella in distress for missing my midnight curfew, at least there was one time I felt safe; for I was not traveling on my way home alone -- at least half way through the trip.
And it was one of the things I'd like to think of and replay in my head.
I remember riding the cab to Ortigas -- SM Megamall to be exact. I was meeting someone for the first time in two years. Yes, I dated a colleague who I used to have a crush on. After three weeks, we decided that on this date, we shall meet. He picked me up at my happy place, another bookstore while I was jittery holding the book
To Kill a Mockingbird. A book where, he later on confessed, his name was derived.
That day was the hardest for me -- in terms of telling my mom where am I going, the reason behind and the person I'll meet. But it was the best moment I ever had considering that I used to tag this person as "someone special".
It was a usual talk over coffee. Who would think that before we knew it, it was getting late, but we still managed to continue talking over dinner that night. But before you think more thoughts, the story never went far, for much of our beliefs are far and different (at least as I see it). The talks over coffee might not have led us to those sparks, butterflies and sleepless nights but I don't regret it. For me, I'd like to see it as an experience that's part of being an adult. That at a certain point, I met and was with someone who knows how to honor my choices, great and engaging at conversations and who knows how to make me cry -- out of laughter.
I was trying my best to reserve my energy and was hoping to stay home since I had been so busy the past few days securing things for a new endeavor. But then, I found myself en route to SM Megamall today for the Sunday mass.
Part of my ritual is dropping by Gong Cha at the Atrium to buy their Gong Cha Milk Wintermelon Tea. I had missed this the past few weeks. I guess this is really one of their best sellers because it went unavailable during those two weeks that I frequented the store.
I have tried a few milk teas out there but unfortunately,it has this weird reaction in my digestive system. But with Gong Cha's Milk Win termelon Tea, my digestive system is well-behaved and my sweet tooth calms down as well. Maybe it's because the combination of the tea and the cream tastes heavenly. While the store also suggests adding pearls or coffee jelly to their drinks, I prefer my own to be as it is. For me, it tastes great even without the extras.
This was a long overdue post that was supposed to be part of the Occupied August series. But likewise, better late than never.
I have been spending weekends trooping to the SM Megamall on Sundays and almost three weeks back, I came across this program Ninoy, My Hero in line with the late senator Ninoy Aquino's 28th death anniversary. The event featured a photo and art exhibit (and by art, I mean the decent, interesting one) from the Samahang Kartunista ng Pilipinas. I also got to participate in writing on the freedom wall they placed to answer the question "Who is You Hero?"
It piqued my interest seeing the exhibit myself. I was caught in awe looking at the images and travelling back in time. I was born a year and two (or three) months after Ninoy's assassination; and by this exhibit, it served as a walk through history on how a hero was made.
I know that this could be that shallow but among the unexpected thing I get to experience attending this event was meeting the country's highest official, president Noynoy Aquino. Interestingly, while having a president in a public place like the mall could be of high security concern, and he had security escorts with him, the PSG guys are not your usual "hawi boys" (to foreign readers, hawi boys refer to security escorts who tend to shove people who would like to glance even get close to a famous personality at public gatherings) and the audience were well-behaved, surprisingly. And I just have to write that one here. After all, events like that don't happen everyday.
Reading a mommy blog side by side an iced bevvy
Just this morning, I just realized that I am not blogging as often as I used to. I can give off anything except an apology. Given the kind of hectic schedule, admittedly, my energy is all drained once I get home from work in the morning. Normally, I am in bed by 10 am to doze off and recharge so I have to set aside blogging and do it during the weekends.
I was saving lots of stories to blog about as well. And while I was itching to blog while sipping that iced Moroccan mint but the Wi-Fi fluctuates (case in point, the photo above) every now and then and given the noise and the commotion from shopaholics, I couldn't really concentrate so I figured writing the entries at home.
I've got three stories to tell. And it's starting with the next post. Read on. :-)
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