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.

A Day After New Year's Day

Last  night I was occupied with chatting among other things. Volts asked about rephrasing the letter he composed for their supplier regarding a new equipment.    What he came up with sounded good already so I  only did some minor tweaking. 

Besides that, it took me a lot of time to upload today's pictures online. Since the native FB app doesn't work yet, I had to share them first to A500 (which battery was in critically low level already and I left the charger at mother's) or HP (which do not have editing apps like photogrid). 

Earlier in the day, as planned   KZ and I went out. She was scheduled to claim her new ATM card and buy some spray paint for her room while I 'needed' to buy casing for my windows phone, claim planner from Starbucks and pick up camera (I left at Pats' in Cebu two months ago when I attended Maddie's wedding) from Mama Sen at the clinic. Sis also had me enquire about flying ticket rates for next week. 

Since its just along the way to Robinson's, Ordonez Clinic was our first stop. It was some time past 1pm and they were closed for siesta. Peeking throughout the tinted walls, I caught the attention of a girl lounging on the couch mouthing that it was mamasen I went there for. After a few exchanges through closed doors, we finally understood each other and out  came mamasen with the camera. Flattering that she mistook me for a much younger sister exclaiming that I looked like a teenage girl. That went on for a spell with her recalling us with her frequent mistaken age as well. She turned down my invite for coffee at Bisogno (just a few paces away from their building). Instead she advised me to take mucoangin for my persistent cough and cold.

I had an espresso that I know tasted good. Even with my non-functional taste buds, I could feel that distinct coffee taste in my mouth. I promised myself to have the same bevy the next time I happen by.

Delight

It's one of those days when spontaneity and great desire push you to do things that are beyond normal. It has been three days already when the "barako" grounds JM got me from his birthday in Manila ran out. I had to make do with (chos!) kopiccino and Nescafe gold until I got my stash replenished.

After a brief affair that was breakfast, I was on the bus by 9:15, reaching Starbucks just in time for a cup without feeling too full for lunch. For my free beverage (after successfully registering my Starbucks Card online), I had espresso frappe for Grace and bought a hot Ethiopian blend (with whole milk) for myself and a bag of Dark espresso roast to tide me through the days away from the big city.


When it was time for lunch, to Chalet we went for some "kansi"  And since it's not their specialty, it would be unfair to compare it to Sharyn's. (The place was so hot as a portion of it is being prepared for a kiddie party that afternoon.