Stories

At first I do not know what it is. And then someone lit a cigarette and put it in such metal thing. An ash tray. Designed to be that way as it is used in industrial spaces like in our power plant. Design. Our life. Our surroundings. Everything is according to the Grand Design? I get it from a philosophy book. But sometimes I don't care about design. We are the one designing our life. Of course with the guidance from Above if you believe. Or sometimes our very own existence designed someone else's.

At around 8 pm last night I was at SM-Batangas..just doing nothing but strolled around..then coffee at Starbucks..Seen my office mate - with her wife and children..nice family..then my cousin Jephren texted me..and we found ourselves at Euphoria just in front of SM..live bands..more beers, lots of chicks..more foods..beer again..talented bands but only played contemporary music..I have missed those intense and emotional bands of the 90's..most of the bands now are just "a copycat" and just played and no emotions or just nothing but played the music..I cannot get the connection..anyways but they brought the night down to our knees with their rendition of the most popular RNB and hiphop songs nowadays..

 And our lunch is delighted by a delicious native chicken tinola courtesy of Sonny cooked by Japs.. And a couple of days ago I was the one who buy the chicken ( actually gave the money and Miel bought it) and we had enjoyed the hot delicious soup and the papaya and the whole tinola. And diet was shattered ( only that lunch) and my stomach was so full  I never had the chance to crave for the snack food.