Taking advantage of the weekend before my coming week goes really crazy. Don’t get me wrong. I love my job, but I bet you guys would agree with me that when you are passionate about what you do, it makes you forget about your phone, and that means no Social Media except when you need to pick it up for corporate reasons, which by the way is – so me at work.
I welcomed the first day of the year with a very bad cold, the next day, was swiftly knocked down. My head split in two, I think, “That’s what you get for letting your guard down”. It was raining badly during the fireworks display and I was among the very few crazy people left welcoming 2017, dancing under the rain. I thought at the time, it was an awesome experience, I mean, dancing under the rain with a beautiful fireworks display gleaming in midnight sky, I said, “Why not?” It was fun. I don’t regret it. The idea was inspired by Christopher Poindexter’s poem, “She Was the Rain”, and I was thinking of it the whole time. It’s beautiful though this cold gives me a lot of mood swings. Brrr…
Now here I am officially sick for almost a week now, enjoying a fresh cup of honey lemon tea by Steuarts seasoned with fresh honey. Yes, I made the bees all the way from San Pablo City a little busy. Makes me miss home. Hmmm…
Oh, by the way, don’t be fooled by the book. The prep isn’t Martha’s, it’s from my dear friend Kapil.
One suggestion though, for those aspiring entrepreneurs out there, this book is perfect. Maratha Inc. by Christopher Byron, you should check it. You should also try Steuart’s Tea, it’s affordable, and it’s lovely!
Happy Sunday everyone.
And that rollercoaster of a ride? Well it ended with a bang! Cheers to 2016! Bring it on 2017! Sharing with you all a photo of the fireworks, which I have taken the moment the clock stroke 12. Can you see the heart in the sky? ❤
Nothing beats breakfast in bed with the one I love beside me – my job (while watching Donald Trump running his last Presidential Campaign in Florida). This guy cracks me up – seriously.😝
Bdw, not white bed sheets. It’s not breakfast in bed. It’s breakfast on couch while dreaming of my bed. Good morning beautiful earthlings!
5:55am, Manila, Philippines
The view from my bed.
When the noise is too much, retreat, retreat, to a place where silence will roar in your ears.
How did I live without this place?
And how many places await me still?
Giddy pondering on a Sunday rainy afternoon.
Broken slippers. New slippers. Nothing but black.
An ending paves a way for a new chapter to begin.
And yes, I have an ugly feet.
Peacock as per my good friend whom I call, Sunrise. 😛
Living on the edge, in the space between what’s next.
I am literally stuck in C5 Road. 😦
Wednesday traffic jam calls for some Diane Sawyer for company.
There have been many dumb celebrity interviews on “news” magazine programs; many that have nothing to do with real news that no self-respecting journalist would ever do.
Disclaimer: I don’t hate Diane Sawyer 😛
But the”exclusive” interview that Diane Sawyer with Britney Spears for Primetime Thursday in 2013…- for me, anyway – was the day the music died.
I am currently reading 100 People Who Are Screwing Up America by Edward Goldberg.
Anyways, some people are still amused of how I can read in a moving car. Is that an old person thing to say?