My Lovely Weekend with Stefano’s Family

Started my weekend with a pulpectomy case at the Dentistry infirmary’s Pediatric Department (i really don’t wanna get into the traumatic details). Then for the very first time, I got to watch Stef’s game (for Ateneo Law School basketball League)- this, i really really loveeeed and enjoyed, nag glasses pa ako for better vision, kulang na lang binoculars :)

                            stolen talikodgenic shots! ayaw ko magmukhang stage girlfriend! haha

After his game, we had dinner with his family at Gerry’s grill, Greenbelt 3. The best part of the dinner was the dessert! Super yummy crepes from Cafe Breton. Major Diet Disaster. haha

                                               Cafe Breton’s Blueberry(L) and Mango Crepe(R)

 

Double Celebration of Stefano’s mom and sister’s birthday at Hotel Intercontinental Manila (Pat’s treat- thank you :D)

                                                                     view from our room (tilt-shift effect)

We had our Sunday lunch at Kaya Korean Restaurant

(c/o ate cristina- thanks ate!)

                                                                          yummy!!!! :D

Here are the rest of the family bonding pictures! 
 

                               photoshoot with stefano’s little cousin, Erica :D soooo adorbs! 

Random Family Pictures

I really had a lovely time with the entire family. I hope that this is just the first of many more trips ahead of us. What a great way to end the first month of the year! Good times! :D

Instructions for Life by The Dalai Lama

The Seed

Boodle Fight! :)

Boodle fight is a military style of eating where long tables are prepared and food are on top of the banana leaves. Viands and rice ready to eat using your bare hands, jugs of water are prepared on the side to wash hands before the “eating combat”. With the signal to start the boodle fight, everyone aims for his/her position.

Today, the family had a boodle fiesta lunch! It’s such a refreshing and fun way to celebrate a feast day. I just love bonding moments like this with family. I just wish my parents and sibs were here with us. I miss them badly..as always. 

Anyway, Happy Sunday! :)

I have learned

I’ve learned that you cannot make someone love you. All you can do is be someone who can be loved. The rest is up to them;

I’ve learned that no matter how much I care, some people just don’t care back;

I’ve learned that it takes years to build up trust, and only seconds to destroy it.

I’ve learned that you can get by on charm, for about fifteen minutes. After that, you’d better know something;

I’ve learned that either you control your attitude or it controls you.

I’ve learned that no matter how hot and steamy a relationship is at first, the passion fades and there had better be something else to take it’s place.

I’ve learned that sometimes the people you expect to kick you when you’re downhill are the ones to help you get back up.

I’ve learned that sometimes when I’m angry I have the right to be angry.

I’ve learned that true friendship continues to grow, even over the longest distance. Same goes for true love.

I’ve learned that just because someone doesn’t love you the way you want them to doesn’t mean that they don’t love you with all they have.

I’ve learned that maturity had more to do with what types of experiences you’ve had and what you’ve learned from them and less to do with how many birthdays you’ve celebrated.

I’ve learned that no matter how good a friend is, they’re going to hurt you every once in a while.

I’ve learned that it isn’t always enough to be forgiven by others. Sometimes you have to forgive yourself.

I’ve learned that no matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief.

I’ve learned that our background and circumstances may have influenced who we are, but we are responsible for who we become.

I’ve learned that just because two people argue, it doesn’t mean they don’t love each other. And just because they don’t argue, it doesn’t mean they do.

I’ve learned that we don’t have to change friends if we understand that friends change.

I’ve learned that two people can look at the exact same thing and see something totally different.

I’ve learned that no matter how you try to protect your children, they will eventually get hurt and you will get hurt in the process.

I’ve learned that your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don’t even know you.

I’ve learned that it’s hard to determine where to draw the line between being nice and not hurting people’s feelings and standing up for what you believe.

 from: http://paulocoelhoblog.com/2012/01/21/traveling-in-cyberspace-i-have-learned/

ONE DAY.. SOMEDAY.

A friend of mine opened his wife’s underwear drawer and picked up a silk paper- wrapped package:

‘This, - he said - isn’t any ordinary package.’

He unwrapped the box and stared at both the silk paper and the box.

‘She got this the first time we went to New York , 8 or 9 years ago. She has never put it on , was saving it for a special occasion.

Well, I guess this is it.

He got near the bed and placed the gift box next to the other clothing he was taking to the funeral house; his wife had just died.

He turned to me and said:

‘Never save something for a special occasion.

Every day in your life is a special occasion’.

I still think those words changed my life.

Now I read more and clean less.

I sit on the porch without worrying about anything.

I spend more time with my family, and less at work.

I understood that life should be a source of experience to be lived up to, not survived through.

I no longer keep anything.

I use crystal glasses every day….

I’ll wear new clothes to go to the supermarket, if I feel like it..

I don’t save my special perfume for special occasions, I use it whenever I want to.

The words ‘Someday….’ and ’ One Day…’ are fading away from my dictionary. ;If it’s worth seeing, listening or doing, I want to see, listen or do it now….

I don’t know what my friend’s wife would have done if she knew she wouldn’t be there the next morning, this nobody can tell..

I think she might have called her relatives and closest friends.  She might call old friends to make peace over past quarrels.

I’d like to think she would go out for Chinese, her favorite food.

It’s these small things that I would regret not doing, if I knew my time had come..

Each day, each hour, each minute, is special.

Live for today, for tomorrow is promised to no-one.

If you’re too busy and you say to yourself that you will make it up ‘One of these days’ , remember that ‘One day’ is far away…. or might never come…..

Do you really have to be cruel to be kind?

                Mean people have hurt me in the past, mean people make me wonder again and again if their intentions are to help by hurting people or to boost their own self-esteems by picking on other people. Mean people just simply disgust me. But then again, mean people made me strong and believe in no one else but myself. Mean people continue to inspire me to be better than them. Mean people made me realize how lucky I am that I don’t need to resort to cruelty, or crab mentality, or envy just to be happy with myself.

                I was watching a new series the other day when I came across this statement. “You have to be cruel to be kind.” Although I do not completely agree with that, I must say that sometimes, it is the only way to be kind. You may appear cruel in instances like telling someone what you really think. Sometimes it might appear blatant, and the truth will hurt. But what can you do? It definitely is better to be hurt by the truth than to be comforted by a lie. These are exceptions rather than rules. In any other normal circumstance, I still prefer to kill them with kindness. 

                I think it’s the kindness that sticks to us, the little acts of kindness which we tend to never forget. I still think these things are the things that matterthe most. Receiving a kind deed or remark on a sad, gloomy, boring day or getting a real smile from someone who was on the receiving end of a kind deed- these, for me, are priceless. 

Sometimes you have to be cruel to be kind, but more often than not, you don’t have to. Just my two cents.

Oldie but still a Goodie

Just had my “cherrybomb” cam refurbished from my “baul”. I removed the cherry print cover and had it fixed at Hidalgo, Quiapo yesterday. It’s not in tip-topnotch condition as it was extremely overused in  the past but it still covers its purpose nonetheless (as a temporary secondary cam), which is to take…

Random thingamabobs :)

                                                     (like my Audrey Hepburn addiction collection)

Foodie-ology pictures

AND…

Date Pictures with Stefano! :D

I’m glad I have my old camera back. It’ll serve as my temporary secondary camera till I decide on what to replace my PEN with (an underwater camera perhaps). It’s surprising how fast the turnover of my stuff goes. I never have a hard time letting go of material stuff. After all, they are just THAT.