coffee break

as it been that long? i guess one never realize how long it had been if he’s enjoying himself. actually, it’s not that i am enjoying-enjoying since i am not doing any one thing in particular, it’s more that i have a  couple of things i keep myself busy with. weekends are now spent on discovering new places to eat. like last saturday i discovered how insanely delish wan chai’s bibingka. wan chai is a chinese restaurant at timogmorato; don’t ask me why they have bibingka, beats me. all i know is that it is something to order when you’re there, ferrino’s is still the best. doing chores, going to the dentist, in fact, i even look forward going to the dentist. it gives me diversions and fills my idle time. one of these days i’ll do my own grocery, that would be a wonderful weekly chore. i’ll get to pick my own food, decide what to eat and start eating healthily. i used to always have cake at my fridge but since i live alone, half of it goes to waste as it dries up after a while.

  forgotten how i love to watch people doing their own thing. i used to spend my sundays at a quaint coffee shop when i was still living in alabang. right after my yoga class, i go to this coffee shop were they reserve my reading nook, book at hand while having venti drip coffee with macaroons or croissant with ham and cheese. in between sipping and reading, i  catch a glimpse of people passing, hurrying to their next destination; a family having dinner being picked up  by a driver, teens being teens, scholars with their laptop doing their term paper. the randomness of people gives me a reassuring feeling that life as it should be, i am where i’m supposed to.

t my age, i learn to love being by myself. going to dinner, having a massage, even to a movie. to most people it sounds pathetic, but really, it’s a wonderful and liberating experience. of course it’s better to have dinner with someone, you enjoy the food and the company, shared stories and love of food. but i never consider being by myself as being alone. i keep myself company, as weird as it may sound, i have interesting conversations with myself. i’m not schizo or anything, i daydream a lot and talk to myself during. once i talked aloud talking to myself while having ginger-lemon tea and crepe, that was an interesting experience. i dreamt that i am having tea with my future hubby at a remote villa in the south of france, which we own. our dogs are running around the vast greens, smell of clam chowder at the stove and homemade focaccia with sun dried tomatos fresh from the oven. my daydreams are far too elaborate and detailed to be real.

t has been that long, 3 1/2 years of single-blessedness.

listening to:
Satellite – POD: Alive

Tags: introspect, wisdom

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