Senti Sunday

Based on my account, I haven't been to Starbucks for ages now and so "vowed" to visit the next time I get to be in the big city.

Business was slow which is unusual given that it is a Sunday afternoon. It was a Java Chip venti for me.

It's disappointing though that the cashier did not give me internet access for WP. She said they no longer have internet connection when their network appeared on my phone. On top of that, when I checked my old phone, it connected automatically and has notified me of seven updates. That is quite a downer.  Yet, having a bad day was something that I did go out of the house for so when I was halfway through my drink, I headed out.

Starbucks is quite a long way to Robinson's. Yet with company and small talk, the distance was of little consequence.

Very much the same can be said about walking alone and think about the have been. It may sound pathetic but I beg to differ. Letting go may be easy for some but I'm not some people. Sentiments stick to me like second skin. I love them as much as I value my college notebooks in engineering science. The memories it inspired surprisingly brought smiles rather than regret.



Walking also provides an outlet to ease guilt from ingesting junk that does little for the body (that cream topping on my java chip venti) and prepare the stomach for another strenuous exercise set for dinner

.The weather cooperated. With skies overcast with clouds, high chances of rain, and the gentle breeze that whisked petrol fumes away from the sidewalk, sweating and smelling like smoked wildlife did not present a problem.

 I wormed my way into some intimate family dinner by the Maits at Bar 21. We had gambas for starters as spicy crablets were out of season. It was followed by stir-fried vegetable and Kare-kare and baby-back ribs. Everything was to my liking. So far I liked everything I was served at this restaurant except for their batchoy.

Great escape from my power-deprived city.