Kagagaling ko lang sa hong kong. Dito sa Pilipinas gustong gusto ko nung hong kong style noodles. kahit 3 order kaya kong ubusin sa isang upuan. maliwanag din sa ala ala ko nung unang pinilit ko kumain si Diane ng hong kong style noodles sa the Atrium sa makati ave. after namin magpanotaryo. nagustuhan niya ito pero hindi siguro kung paano ko siya gusto. sa totoo lang gusto ko tlaga sa kanya yung paghinaluan mo ng chili..

So ayun galing nga akong hong kong pero kahit saan ako magpunta hindi ko naman makita yung hong kong style noodles na parang sa pinas. oo maraming masasarap na noodles na nakainan ko sa mga hole-in-the-wall na kainan na ang kasabay mong kumain ay parang lahat naka-suit at magara pumorma. ako nakajeans lang at yung malaysia na tshirt na nabili ko sa KL nung isang taon.

Pero hindi lang hong kong style noodles ang wala sa hong kong. kahit nung monday pinayuhan akong magenjoy sa hong kong at pilitin isang tabi ang iniisip isip ko hindi ko talaga magawa. walang kasiyahan sa hong kong. mahilig ako sa gadgets pero nawalan ng appeal ang mga gadgets na puwede mo namang bilihin pero nawala na yung rason kung bakit mo siya gusto in the first place.

malamig din sa hongkong. nung huling gabi nag paikot ikot lang ako magisa. nagpalamig. nanood ng mga taong may sari saring ginagawa. marami nagmamadali. marami din nakikipagusap sa kanilang mga cellphone. maraming kumakain. marami din naglalakad na magkahawak ang kamay at masaya. nung marami aking naktang mga magkakasama na masyang nagngingitian sa isat isa at may liwanang kapag nagtagpo ung mga mata nila dun ako lalo nalulungkot. napaiyak na lang ako ng hindi ko alam. mga 30 mins ata akong nakatayo at umiiyak. nilipatin na nga ako ng isang pulis na tinawag kong “sir” pero ma’am pala siya.

ayaw ko ng umuwi. pero sabi nga laging may pag asa. walang hong kong style noodles sa hong kong. pero hindi naman dun nagtatapos yung eh.

I am home from worship practice. The songs we practiced were mostly in the key F.:)

I hit the ground running. With little time for adjustment, my first day of work required to flex long dormant typing muscles. But it was fun. Everyone was very welcoming and helpful. Plus, Diane gave a very sweet meaning to FBS

I prayed that her interview would go well and that she gets a job offer this week.

I am under no illusion nor any grain of belief that it’s me who caused the things that happened in my life. God is more good than I could ever write or think about. He has blessed me exceedingly, abundantly, far above all I ask or think.

Here’s our first picture on our first international trip together (October 19, 2009)

Our first stop is Singapore then to KL then to Penang then back to KL again.

Tomorrow, my bum days will be hopefully over:) Thank you Lord

I could not even read the daily news properly. I could not even write a proper journal. But it’s all good. Look at the birds of the air. They neither sow nor they reap yet our Heavenly Father feeds them

I could not even read the daily news properly. I could not even write a proper journal. But it’s all good. Look at the birds of the air. They neither sow nor they reap yet our Heavenly Father feeds them

I just spent 2 hours studying the writ of amparo. Nothing else. Since it was given its own top-level outline number in the bar coverage the 2 hours seems to be justified right? Or Not?
In other news, Kim Walker’s How He Loves has been on repeat on my playlist since 1 pm today. It’s already 10:30 in the evening and I’m endlessly amazed at how our Father loves us.

Faber-Castell true gel do not let me down. You’re my ballpen of choice for the bar. so while i’m rocking out studying fail me not:)