Photo Precious

Hi Ma. My  very main reason why I continue to keep my Facebook account is because of its "Memories" section. As I started on 2009 on the aforementioned site, I know that a thousand and one quotes and photos are kept in my timeline. 

Every morning I open the "Memories" box to see what is in store. I always wish it's about you, pictures of you, anything about you. And this photo of came out recently. 

Kasaya ta ne kahit ikatang adwa kanita. My last happiest were our years of togetherness when you came back home in 2008 post-stroke in CA up until 2015, before I left you to migrate here in USA.

Don't worry, I am all right. I cannot lie to you. You see everything now. But as to when I will be truly, deeply and honestly happy again, I am not sure. One thing is for certain, I will stay beautiful and strong just like you.

 

A photo oh so precious with the most-loved lady of my life. I love you so much.

Mamang. Love. Memories.

My First Taste of Dalgona Coffee

One Sunday ago, we drove to LA and went to Korean town for fried chicken pasalubong for Chewy. There was a coffee shop named TomNToms. I hear about Dalgona coffee lately from celebs and so I ordered one.

So here is my first Dalgona coffee. I like the toffee bits on top of the iced cold brew.

Coffee. Happy. Toffee.

Hello September!!

 

I would like to welcome you with renewed hope and excitement. I am not resigned for a dimmer season ahead. In Philippines, this month is the "official" start of Christmas. BER months as we say. 

The pandemic is here to stay for quite awhile until the vaccine is safe to be out in the market. Meanwhile, I have to live with its present circumstance and options, armored with resilience and courage. Otherwise, ItziBitziCrazy will turn to heightened insanity!!!Lol!!

I acknowledge and respect what I feel. There are still days that I get to be impatient with limited activities and socializations. I get sad and frustrated each time I hear of rising COVID cases and mortality and some damn people continue to refuse wearing a mask. I allow myself to cry. I sometimes do not know exactly what to pray anymore. I know however that God hears the silent anguish of my heart.

Somewhere in the Bible, there was a period of severe hardship, famine and suffering that lasted for forty years. It harnessed and sharpened the faith and reliance of the people to God. 40 years. We are on the seventh month under the pandemic umbrella yet it feels like a longgggg time already. Dear Lord, please not 40 years for us??:) You know me, I can be very specific and straightforward with my petitions. Please let go home to Sta. Ana next year??? Thank You.:)

For the meantime, let me be in the present. Breathing in, breathing out. Walk on the treadmill and do Pilates via Youtube. Do intermittent fasting as much as I can and eat raspberry cheesecake and Twix ice cream after. And scribble my thoughts exactly like what I do at this moment.

Breathe. Express. Pray.