grip of grace

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For the past two years, I have been hooked on a not-so-typical detective series. It's called The Cat Who... Series by Lillian Jackson Braun. It's about a prize-winning crime reporter who adopted two Siamese cats--Koko and Yumyum. Together, this threesome solves mysteries. The mystery part is interesting, yes. But what keeps me glued to every page is the Siamese pair. I just love reading about how smart they are, and how fastidious cats could be. And so I decided, "I wanna get myself a Siamese!" But then again, during those two years, I had the privilege of knowing Simon. No, he's not the man of my dreams. He's a pug. A very loveable pug. His human says he's the runt of the litter, but what the hey! I still think he's adorable. And so at about the same time, I said to myself, "I have to find a pug for me!" So now, it's a toss up between getting a cat or getting a dog. And before I get to that final decision, I need to consider a few facto

I enjoyed my lunch yesterday. I totally enjoyed it that I thought of sharing with everyone my lunch experience. I was in Makati from 9am till 12noon yesterday. So I decided to have lunch at Amici di Don Bosco. It's right behind the church, just across Makati Cinema Square, but you have to go out the church gate and walk on Pasay Road to get there. The moment you enter the doors of Amici, your nose would be assaulted by cacophony of scents coming from the kitchen--mostly Italian! Instantly, you will be drawn to the pasta corner, where they concoct 28 varieties of pasta--from spaghetti to linguine, to fettuccine, or meccheroni--each cooked as you order. If you march deeper inside Amici, the smell of freshly baked pizza fills the air. And when you look to your left, the different gelatto flavors will definitely make your mouth water. My personaly favorites are the Pasta mOntanara (Spinach fusilli with sausage, bell peppers, red sauce, and a generous portion of mozzarella and pa

At last, I am finally home. Home as in my apartment. After almost 2 months of working rigorously on the Silver Book project, I am going back to my old routine—wake up at 8am, walk to the office, check my email, work till 6pm, go to a household prayer meeting, be home by 12 midnight, go to bed… and the cycle continues. Like clockwork. But one day out of the project and I begin to feel disoriented. Having been cooped up for more than a month, I suddenly feel that the world is too big and all I want to do is retreat to a little corner, away from everyone else. Maybe that’s what isolation can do to someone. But then again, as I think about it more and more, I realize it’s something else—I miss everything that happened in those one month and a half of being quartered in Mapayapa Village. Yes, that’s what it is! It’s not so much of being isolated, but the moments within that period of isolation. Aside from the back-breaking work (which is truly unforgettable), what I long for most are the la

For two straight weeks, I have been a house guest/ artist’s assistant of Tita Mariles. She’s the art director of our Silver Book project. Every day, we’d wake up, have breakfast at 7:30 with her family, eat again every two hours and work like there’s no tomorrow. No, we’re not trying to kill ourselves… yet. Maybe torture or some sort of self-inflicted pain. But suicide? Definitely out of the question. Don’t get me wrong. We enjoy the job extremely. I personally love it. It’s like a dream come true. I’m part of a huge project, and I’m helping out the art director do some actual graphic arts! It’s just that there’s so much to do, and there’s so little time. Last thing I heard, we’re gunning it for another week. Hopefully, this is the final week. And then we could all go back to our little routines again. Tonight’s actually the first time we turned in at exactly 10PM. Also, the case being tomorrow, the world will be celebrating Mother’s Day. And we really need a break (or