coffee break

may this serve as a warning.

kapish?

listening to:  
Room For Squares – John Mayer : No Such Thing

something to digest this weekend…

if this stops you from loving, then you don’t love him enough.

let’s all pause and think. ironic to think that abundance of choices sometimes limit us. sometimes having less makes it easier for us. life is never about abundance, it’s about having enough. but here we are in this rat race, were success is measured by excesses.

life is simple, we just need to live. and how we live our lives is entirely up to us. as for me, i need to stop over analyzing. i need to be present and live my life instead of thinking about it. aside from being simple, life is also short. so live.

listening to: 
Waiting For My Rocket To Come – Jason Mraz : No Stopping Us

so i gave in.

this trip is all about comfort, so i got myself a first class ticket and just 1 luggage with the exception of my carryon and laptop bag. i don’t want another harrowing experience i used to have during business trips, the hassle of narrow seats, smelly passengers and uncomfortable reclining chairs. and the luggage carrousel, how many times had my luggage been mishandled, topped (is my luggage a bottom? i wonder), gangbanged, stepped on and all imaginable abuse. but i love this wine colored luggage, it has been with me for 4 years, 8 trips, full of trinkets, fashion forward finds, and shoes. decided to just bring 1 luggage with me for 2 reasons. 1, i don’t want to make it difficult for me, tagging 2 luggage. 2, to limit myself from shopping. i stuffed this one with clothes good for the 4 weeks i plan to stay here. half of which is for the tropical, manila like weather in miami, and half is for the winter chills of new york and san francisco. somewhere along the lines of me and rocky playing in the ginormous parks and being buried in snow, we have extended our vacation to 6 weeks.

the hard part is, being here and not shop. specially during the after christmas, after new year sale where all retailers have big sale, up to 70% off. passing at gucci at union square, i was almost tempted buying the canvass tote with leather trim in brightly colored handles (s/s 2009). my sales associate readily took the bag i have (which i bought from her) for safekeeping, and toured me with at the new gucci location at trump tower. she knows my affection to large totes and took me at the men’s bag showing off their new collection and sale items. i almost, almost handed her my card when mom came in. i don’t know if it were a save or a huge mistake, with the bag marked down 20% off.

san francisco is a different story. mom joined me here to visit her sister. i  left them to themselves as i tour the city alone. after a week, mom went back to miami and i was left here, all free, at least shopping wise. macy’s, h&m, hollister, gap, banana republic, old navy and bloomingdale’s. these became my tourist destination. no big brands bag as tita will tell on me. so the problem is now, luggage space. solution? a new luggage. i love, love, LOVE my new luggage. it’s from heys, super lightweight and durable, in leopard print. it’s so spunky and out there, i will definitely not have any difficulty looking for it. i think it’s a blessing in disguise that i only brought with me 1 luggage.what would be difficult is going to the airport with 2 big luggage, a big kennel with rocky in it and my carryon.

i’’m sad that i need to drug rocky again. but i have to. he has fully recovered arriving here in san francisco, and now we are going back home. no place like it.

listening to:
Viva La Vida – Coldplay : Viva La Vida

i don’t know when when i took this picture nor whose house is it i just remember that i was walking around our old village and i decided to take a picture of this gate. looking at it, am still intrigued in a way with this image. i like it in a weird way; the way the gate opens so slightly, the worn out iron gate, the old feeling it gives. i always feel hopeful seeing this picture. gives me comfort and a warm feeling. like a freshly baked choco fudge.

i’m getting sentimental, one can always argue that it’s old age but i think it’s more of self awareness and appreciation. i always say that i’m ok being alone, being single but it’s only now that i fully understand what being single means to me. it’s not that i love being single but i have come to terms with it. i used to believe that being single is a like being a social outcast, a leper. putting meaning when there’s none. i’m only 31 but i feel i just survived a midlife crisis. if this is one, it means i’ll live ’til 62 give or take 2 years.

the things is, when you feel so alone, you are not. trust me, you are never alone.

listening to:
The Language of Life – Everything But the Girl : The Road