My day was spent dealing with tons of tasks that mostly involved accounting and numbers. As luck would have it, a bout of migraine decided to join my busy day bandwagon. No wonder no one can blame me if I would say that I was at the verge of blowing my top off (don't take it literally as it's an idiom) with the fast pace and the pain that I was trying to balance with my schedule.

And just to keep things in equal measure, I had to keep this Jason Mraz song playing in repetition and I am particularly loving these lines:


You let yourself get mad
And in those times when you stop lovin'
That woman I adore
You can relax
Because, babe, I got your back

I don't wish to change you
You've got it under control
You wake up each day different
Another reason for me to keep holdin' on
I'm not attached to any way you're showing up
I'm just gonna love you like the woman I love

For now, I'm off to Dreamland as I am too consumed to think and write. I'll take time to come up with a better missive as soon as time permits me to, hopefully the soonest.

Sorry for the spelling. I'm not a jejemon. I'm just sleepy.

Call it a silly coincidence but when I think of it, sometimes fate intervenes in a funny way it wants. In my case, talk about good timing.

Photo: Google Going on a field trip just like school. Gonna go somewhere that's really cool Destination: Vacation traveling around the nation.                                                                                                              -Swirl 360, Candy in the Sun-

Tomorrow, a couple I know will be celebrating their first wedding anniversary, while someone turns 31 years old on the same day. As I type this down, my travel bag is packed and ready. I'm not celebrating anything myself but I'm looking forward to Saturday morning for I will be having my first out of town trip for this year.

It's been two years since I went out of town somewhere north. Before I left the office this afternoon, I made sure that my desk and my PC are squeaky clean (READ: free from pending legal documents). While I was doing my last-minute errands, I realized, the perception of out of town trips tend to differ as you grow older. To children, hearing the word "travels" elicit giddy, excited reactions. But if you are an employed person, in your late 20's who spends 40 hours a week in the office just like me, an out of town trip is a well-deserved diversion from the normal routine -- even at least for a couple of days.

I'm repeating Swirl 360's Candy in the Sun in my mind. Tomorrow, I'll savor the road trip and everything involved in it. But for tonight, I'll dreamily think the sea and sand :-)

God has been good to me in many, countless ways. He answered prayers when I least expected. Each and every day, I keep coming back to give thanks and to pray that He would allow me to hold your hands forever.

I was killing some time in the mall post work this afternoon. Today's another workday but I am thankful that the workload was bearable. Despite the scorching heat, the whole day was a breeze.

Just like the usual, I had my moment of silence at the nearby church. Today's another 18th of the month. While other people might be celebrating a birthday or an anniversary, I silently contemplated what it was to me. I realized it has been 52 months that I've been on my own status wise.

Four years and three months that I've been used to being on my own and being used to the questions of people around me. But then, life is good. Yes, I cannot hide the fact that one by one, people I know and those close to me are getting hitched one after the other. I am happy with my current state, especially that things are starting to fall in its places little by little. Lately, the question of "am I ready to welcome change in my (single) life?" kept paying me a visit.

And in those instances, staying in the place pictured above offers me solace. Conversations with God always assured my whole being peace. There was one occasion that on one of those pews, I told God in prayer how much I wanted to see someone go to church. And while I dismissed it, God took my prayer seriously by answering me on the fifth Sunday of Lent. (funny but prior to that, a cab with the name Fifth Sunday kept passing by my office building in the afternoon and I was like, what could be behind the five Sundays?).

I know for sure it would be a waiting game for me as I don't hold God's Plan in my hands. I am thinking of prolonging this period for another year for good measure. For now it's going to be stopping to smell the roses, admiring the view and taking the time to enjoy crowd (and dog) watching.

Someone out there is meant for you. Just wait.    

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Now who says happiness and living the good life always comes with a price tag? More often than not, the best things in life are the ones that you can't buy anywhere -- to have a good life, just like happiness, is a choice.

It will always be like that.

“Five years ago, during one of the worst days of my life. When everyone was walking out of me. A girl, walked into my life. And I never thought that, that day. Hindi ko alam na, yun palang kaharap ko, yun na pala ang future ko.”

Today is the first time in two years that I saw myself reporting for work on a holiday. In the midst of relishing the not so ordinary scenario that surrounded the whole office, I had these thoughts:

• My former office mate James tied the knot over the weekend and browsing on Facebook, looking at their wedding pictures, I just realized, I am undeniably getting old. It is now I know that the things that used to scare the shit out of me for so long (marriage and having kids) were actually part of reality, of which I had thankfully learned to accept.

• I am no longer used to being at the office on a holiday. I know silence is my favorite ally but going to work on a holiday leaves me with a weird feeling. Being here in my seat while the silence and the cold enveloped me, looking at those empty couches and passing through a quiet, dim-lighted lobby which is normally occupied with busy HR people and young ones hoping to land a job, there's this difference that's indescribable. This is one of the times that I thought excessive silence is unbearable.

In the end, thinking of where am I and where he is makes me mumble that doing this is worth a sacrifice -- at least once in a while.