Picnic for Pats

September came, and now it’s about to end. But it wouldn’t be complete without a celebration for Pats’ special day. This post is actually late. Still, here it is. :p

Happy Birthday Pats!

red and white and pretty

Silver + 1

Dang! I’m another year older today, and I’m past that silver year of my life.

Haberdey to Me!

And yet, I’m still a corporate slave… *sigh*

Celebration at Neroteca

To celebrate Pats’ [censored] birthday, we (the baa baa black sheeps, minus Zari, plus Jaoie) have prepared a simple salubong dinner at Neroteca Restaurant. And, we literally and figuratively pigged out.

wish-a-wish for the birthday girl

Sinful at 25

“25 years and my life is still. Trying to get up that great big hill of hope, for a destination…” ~ 4 Non-Blondes

I’m pretty sure you’re familiar with this undying song. It got stucked in my head when I heard it from one local radio station, weeks before my silver year celebration. And it kept on playing, and playing in my mind. Not just a simple LSS.

The song made me think and reflect: “Which direction is my life going to right now? Does it really have a direction? Is it really getting somewhere?”. I whispered to myself: “Damn”.

The Sunny Side of Life, Day 1

It was an early Day 1 morning – 6:30 to be exact, and we were already at the airport waiting for our flight – via Sea Plane, to the island that we’ll stay in. We’re expecting our flight at 7:00 am. So, we still had time for a quick coffee.

It's a bheeeerd...No, it's a pleeeeyn!

Come 7:00 am, we’re wondering why no one has approached or looked for us. We started worrying and tried to find the person whom Tonette contacted. They tried to call him but to no avail. Anxiety attack, people. We didn’t want to spend our vacation in the airport…