Of Stories and Cold Coffee

Of Stories and Cold Coffee

“A cup of coffee shared with a friend is happiness tasted and time well spent.”

Hi! 🙂

Last Saturday was so much fun. Well, it’s been a long time since I eat out with a friend other than my sister and my cousin and last Saturday was an exception. I met up with a long time friend/high school schoolmate/kuwento partner/to go buddy and I must say we definitely had a good time. Riva is one of those few people you meet in your life who will become your friend no matter how far you are from each other and how long it has been since you last talked personally. I would like to say thank you for the friendship built in faith in Jehovah and may our friendship last ’til Paradise. 🙂 So cheesssyyy na this, I must stop. Hahahaha. LOL. Jk.

Let me show you our Saturdate but without all the laughter and the stories.

Rivaaaaa :)
Rivaaaaa 🙂

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Hangputiiii naman namen dito.
Hangputiiii naman namen dito.

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Okay, so that’s Cafe Alberto. It’s a cozy place at Sambat, Bubukal, Sta. Cruz just along the highway. I’m not an expert at food blogging or recommending places to go but if I were to rate this place, I’ll give it a 7 out of 10. Sorry guys. Haha. Well, I think it’s beautiful with all the furniture and lights hanging on the ceiling but I find the food expensive. Yes, expensive. We tried their rocky road whatever (sooorry I forgot the name) and it’s good but not awesomely delicious for the prize of Php150.00. Haha, or maybe I’m just naturally kuripot. And maybe because I don’t like the fact that it’s too well lighted as you can see in the pictures. It’s already 3 o’clock in the afternoon and it’s shining there like 10 in the morning. Or maybe because I’m quite biased with our next destination. But I enjoyed my stay plus I really liked their full-length mirror that’s perfect for taking whole-body selfies. Hahaha. Plus, they have free wifi.

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Nakiinom lang po talaga kami ng tubig dun. XD
Nakiinom lang po talaga kami ng tubig dun. XD

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Selfie with a selfie

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And that’s Nanot’s Spaghetti house. I’ve been here for several times and I like this place better than the first. The food tastes good, well to a level na kayang-gawin-ng-tatay-ko-sa-bahay but still your money is worth it. Their prices are almost half of those in Cafe Alberto! This place is definitely a catch. Though there’s no free wi-fi unlike the other one, it’s a place for chatting and spending quality time together without the disturbances of technology. Haha. XD

I’m hoping for more of this friendly dates with girl friends. 🙂 We can just watch a movie, eat and cook merienda like pancit canton or chicken macaroni soup or even just walk around talking about our lives and favorite book while buying street foods.

‘Til next Saturdate! 🙂

Ciao.

 

Scars and Stars

Scars and Stars

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Van Houten,
I’m a good person but a shitty writer. You’re a shitty person but a good writer. We’d make a good team. I don’t want to ask you any favors, but if you have time—and from what I saw, you have plenty—I was wondering if you could write a eulogy for Hazel. I’ve got notes and everything, but if you could just make it into a coherent whole or whatever? Or even just tell me what I should say differently.

Here’s the thing about Hazel: Almost everyone is obsessed with leaving a mark upon the world. Bequeathing a legacy. Outlasting death. We all want to be remembered. I do, too. That’s what bothers me most, is being another unremembered casualty in the ancient and inglorious war against disease.
I want to leave a mark.
But Van Houten: The marks humans leave are too often scars. You build a hideous minimall or start a coup or try to become a rock star and you think, “They’ll remember me now,” but (a) they don’t remember you, and (b) all you leave behind are more scars. Your coup becomes a dictatorship. Your minimall becomes a lesion.
(Okay, maybe I’m not such a shitty writer. But I can’t pull my ideas together, Van Houten. My thoughts are stars I can’t fathom into constellations.)
We are like a bunch of dogs squirting on fire hydrants. We poison the groundwater with our toxic piss, marking everything MINE in a ridiculous attempt to survive our deaths. I can’t stop pissing on fire hydrants. I know it’s silly and useless—epically useless in my current state—but I am an animal like any other.
Hazel is different. She walks lightly, old man. She walks lightly upon the earth. Hazel knows the truth: We’re as likely to hurt the universe as we are to help it, and we’re not likely to do either. People will say it’s sad that she leaves a lesser scar, that fewer remember her, that she was loved deeply but not widely. But it’s not sad, Van Houten. It’s triumphant. It’s heroic. Isn’t that the real heroism? Like the doctors say: First, do no harm.
The real heroes anyway aren’t the people doing things; the real heroes are the people NOTICING things, paying attention. The guy who invented the smallpox vaccine didn’t actually invent anything. He just noticed that people with cowpox didn’t get smallpox.
After my PET scan lit up, I snuck into the ICU and saw her while she was unconscious. I just walked in behind a nurse with a badge and I got to sit next to her for like ten minutes before I got caught. I really thought she was going to die before I could tell her that I was going to die, too. It was brutal: the incessant mechanized haranguing of intensive care. She had this dark cancer water dripping out of her chest. Eyes closed. Intubated. But her hand was still her hand, still warm and the nails painted this almost black dark blue and I just held her hand and tried to imagine the world without us and for about one second I was a good enough person to hope she died so she would never know that I was going, too. But then I wanted more time so we could fall in love. I got my wish, I suppose. I left my scar.
A nurse guy came in and told me I had to leave, that visitors weren’t allowed, and I asked if she was doing okay, and the guy said, “She’s still taking on water.” A desert blessing, an ocean curse.
What else? She is so beautiful. You don’t get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.

And I cried a lot after finishing the book. T_T

Why do they have to kill Gus anyway? HAHAHA. I’m sorry Mr. John Green but I have to say that your book is one of a kind. I love it. :)♥

I like the part that says “You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you.” I agree with him! I mean you’ll get hurt no matter what you do ’cause that’s living. Someone will hurt you and you’ll end up hurting someone too. Maybe not purposely but surely you will. And if ever you get hurt, wouldn’t you want to be hurt by someone who’s worth it? Wouldn’t it be nice to risk and take your chance on someone you love even when from the start you know you’ll get hurt? Make sure you like your choices. :))

At ang haba ng hair ni Hazel Grace Lancaster. ♥ #habanghairnagrejoicekabagurl

Sunday Fun Day

Sunday Fun Day

Sundays are my favorite part of the week. Aside from receiving spiritual foods on our Christian meeting, I’m able to spend the whole day in the ministry and do some bonding with friends.

This is actually just a photodump so don’t expect too much. 🙂

Sunday Blowout

Ate Lea treat us to lunch as a blowout for Migs’ very first talk #1 in TMS. Congrats Migs! May you continue to do well in your bible reading assignments! :))

And as you can see, my companions wanted to eat in Jollibee though I insisted we should eat at Chow King. I dunno why but I really love Chinese food there. Pero syempre, di ako nagwagi. 😛

with my future boyfriend! hahaha
with my future boyfriend! hahaha
Ay, photographer niyo ako? Haha. Migs anong nangyayari sayo?
Ay, photographer niyo ako? Haha. Migs anong nangyayari sayo?
the much awaited :) Ice cream sarang! ♥
the much awaited 🙂 Ice cream sarang! ♥
The Good Boy and The Proud Mom
The Good Boy and The Proud Mom
Sorry Norman,but there's no one else to take the picture so...
Sorry Norman,but there’s no one else to take the picture so…

Sunday Ki-ka-log! 🙂

Sunday works with sister and cousin. So happy to see the sun setting and you’re still out doing ministry. Truly blessed to be a part of Jah’s organization!

And about the title, it’s cause we ended up eating kikiam, kanin and pritong itlog for dinner. What a weird combination but it tasted good to tell you honestly. More ki-ka-log nights with you girlies. 🙂

e di ako na malaki mukha T_T
e di ako na malaki mukha T_T
"the sun is shining too bright in her beautiful eyes"
“the sun is shining too bright in her beautiful eyes”
palit-palit din siguro ng puwesto pag may time
palit-palit din siguro ng puwesto pag may time
say whattt?!
say whattt?!
she loves me very much, can't you just feel it?
she loves me very much, can’t you just feel it?
Wagas makangiti si Ingrid oh! Happy na tayo niyan? XD
Wagas makangiti si Ingrid oh! Happy na tayo niyan? XD
and we're seriously promoting Xyamxey's! the home of the very first ki-ka-log! :) visit them guys!
and we’re seriously promoting Xyamxey’s! the home of the very first ki-ka-log! 🙂 visit them guys!

More Sundays to come. 🙂

Bye!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Crush

Happy Crush

I think I have a crush on him, 

and I guess he don’t know.

I’d better start hiding

for I don’t want to let it show.

The way he talks and laugh can put a smile

even on your face.

His love for Jah and his passion,

his wisdom and his grace.

“I wanted to be someone like him!”, 

is what I always say.

Inspiring others to do their best,

serving with happiness and saving the day.

But, NO. 

This isn’t love even if it makes me rhyme.

You see I’m not in a rush,

after all this is just a happy crush.

(c) Karen Clide Montegrande, 2014

and today I wrote a poem again. 🙂

Here Goes Pain Again, Demanding to be Felt

Here Goes Pain Again, Demanding to be Felt

“I’m in love with you,” he said quietly.
“Augustus,” I said.
“I am,” he said. He was staring at me, and I could see the corners of his eyes crinkling. “I’m in love with you, and I’m not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasure of saying true things. I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”
“Augustus,” I said again, not knowing what else to say. It felt like everything was rising up in me, like I was drowning in this weirdly
painful joy, but I couldn’t say it back. I couldn’t say anything back. I just looked at him and let him look at me until he nodded, lips pursed, and turned away, placing the side of his head against the window.

~Reposting this! 🙂 I love Augustus this much. Haha. It’s because I am rereading The Fault in Our Stars again. 

It’s Friday! Let’s partaaaay. Kidding. Let’s be productive until the night comes and let’s all sleep fulfilled and happy. 

Ciao.