I always challenge myself in evaluating people as they come in my life. I know they say I shouldn’t judge a book by its cover, but let’s face it: the judging is a natural activity in our selection of accomplices, acquaintances and friends.
So I always try to see both the good and the bad in people, even on our first meeting. Then, in my head, I debate whether the good can outweigh the bad, or if in time, the bad would be bearable enough for me to highlight the good.
I wish I debated longer.
As you can read from the title, this is one random post.
A lot of people (people I know to be more specific) are getting married. There are days when it feels like I’m lagging, that there is something seriously wrong with me given that I am not feeling the need to settle or procreate, but when I see the joy in their eyes after their I dos, it kind of made sense. They got married because it was their time. And just because it’s their time doesn’t necessarily mean it’s mine as well. So to all newlyweds, to the best of your years together. :)
Jim Paredes said on Twitter that you should do something you’re passionate about, and then cross your fingers and hope it pays for the rent. Should this principle be too hard to apply, here’s a pretty good “thought process” for you to go through.
And to cap off all the randomness, here’s some ScarJo hotness for you to enjoy.
Been a while since I last made a speech in front of many people, even if it’s just a stupid commentary. Just sharing. Sayang ang shining moment. Hahahahaha.
Theme for the First Quarter: ORDER
Theme for the Month: In One’s Life
Theme for the Second Week: The first fight we have to win each day is with the clock, when it rings to wake us up. Let’s win it everyday and see how our time multiplies. Then we will go far because we will be able to do more in the service of others.
Yes. I mean, it’s not like it’s something so far fetched. People who have come to know me can easily testify that I have this love for music, particularly loud ones. And besides, it’s not like I don’t have the voice to belt it out.
While waiting for my coffee date, I took a picture of my book for the week:
Met with my former choirmate, always friend Algie today for some coffee. There’s nothing like having someone you’ve known for years bring you to solid ground. I have been high and low, and if there’s something I can brag about, it’s the fact that this little lady never left my side.
It might seem that she's immature, but that's really her normal face and most of the time, she completes a sentence, and that's a big step for mankind. Hahahaha. I keed. This woman = smart.
So we shared some coffee. Haven’t been able to give her a proper treat hence the grande cappuccino. I found it weird that she got a hot drink, but then her throat hurts for reasons I have not come to know (bwahahahahaha). And we talked for two hours straight.
Almost made her late for choir practice. Which reminds me…
Maybe I should be going back to choir practice. I have been out of practice for approximately 6 years. I don’t know why it took me that long, probably because of work and extra-curricular activities. But the thought of going back is both repulsive and appealing. Repulsive because I would need to start over. Appealing because it is a chance to become a rockstar in a totally different stage.
Nuninuninu…
I think I’m going to need more coffee to think this over.
Enter theme of the day:
So I turned 25 last week (yay), and I decided to spend the day being quiet. Not quiet as in not talking, but like enjoying the silence that comes whenever. I anticipated a dinner with the family, and we did have that at YakiMix. It was fun. We invited Dylan.
Anyone who knows YakiMix will tell you that you have to be there at least an hour before they open the doors to get a reservation. We did that and we were on the waiting list of the second page. That’s what an eat-all-you-can shindig does to people. So we had to wait an hour.
Dylan came exactly at the hour when we’re ready to be seated and he gave me his gift, that I did not expect at all:
And he said he took so long because he saw a Book Journal and a Film Journal and he didn’t know what to get.
I am so ecstatic. I can’t even begin to explain it. And he left this inscription in it.
See? I am so loved by the man who knows me so well. He reads me like a book and how I manage to surprise him still confuses me.
Now, I am off to marinate in this loving glow.
the salt of your skin 