11,680 Sunsets

Serenity. It is the reason why I love sunsets so much. It has the power to envelope me in a world where stress, pain and worry do not exist. It is the pause button in my day. The few minutes it takes for the sun to dip in the red and orange splashed horizon is enough to calm my frazzled mind. It allows me to breathe for a moment and reorganize my priorities. It makes me think of tomorrow on a positive note. When you are faced with a magnificent moment it is hard not to be content and happy. Contentment and happiness…such fleeting emotions feeling them is such a high it is addicting. Sunsets evoke these feelings in me, no matter how short a moment, it is precious. I want another 11,680 sunsets. I want another magical moment to build my dream on…to set new goals. When I was young, I dreamt of this life that I have now as I was looking out our living room window at the fiery ball slowly rolling down the sky against the silhouette of the mountain. With a smile I daydreamed of watching sunsets in another place far away. A place I can make my dreams happen and be happy and content just like in that moment.

This was in Venice, another place I dreamt of going to many sunsets ago. While sitting on the wharf with cool breeze blowing from the sea and seagulls flying overhead, I couldn’t help but smile. The pieces in my life are finally coming together. I am grateful.

On my way home from work, I had to stop to admire this golden sunsetšŸ§”

How are you?

I haven’t been posting much lately but all is well in my little bubble. Today I went to this really beautiful place and my first thought was to share it with you. The place was incredible…so sereneā¤

I hope you all had a lovely weekend.

Bowling

When I was little, I enjoyed playing bowling. My youngest sister did, too, but her participation in the game only involved arranging the pins and collecting the ball for me. She would always mirthfully remind me of this and how I abused her kind nature, for which I would always respond that she voluntarily played that role and would even shriek with delight while running after the ball and the scattered pins. Anyway, me bowling then did not translate to being a good bowler now. Here’s me trying my very best.

I spent the afternoon with some of my friends. We ate lunch, played bowling and then ate some more. It was really nice just catching up and laughing with them. Good friends are indeed rare and hard to find. But what’s harder is scoring a strike!

Mood

Everybody loves the things you do
From the way you talk
To the way you move
Everybody here is watching you
'Cause you feel like home
You're like a dream come true
But if by chance you're here alone
Can I have a moment
Before I go?
'Cause I've been by myself all night long
Hoping you're someone I used to know
You look like a movie
You sound like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young
Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
I was so scared to face my fears
Nobody told me that you'd be here
And I swear you moved overseas
That's what you said, when you left me
You still look like a movie
You still sound like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young
Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
When we were young
When we were young
When we were young
When we were young
It's hard to admit that
Everything just takes me back
To when you were there
To when you were there
And a part of me keeps holding on
Just in case it hasn't gone
'Cause I still care
Do you still care?
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
My God, this reminds me
Of when we were young
When we were young
When we were young
When we were young
When we were young
Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
Oh, I'm so mad I'm getting old
It makes me reckless
It was just like a movie
It was just like a song
When we were young

An evening with friends, pizza and a dog

The dough felt cool on my fingertips as I spread it on the baking tray. I worked on spreading it as evenly as possible without making any holes on it, even though Tonia, our curly haired Italian friend who got lashes as long as a woman’s envy and eyes that sparkle when she laughs, said small holes were alright. 

It was seven in the evening but it was as bright as noon time outside. The windows were wide open and laughter rang in the house making Wilfred, Tonia’s overly enthusiastic dog, dance around in excitement, its toenails making faint clicking sound on the wooden floor as it ran from one person to the other asking for treats from obliging humans. The entire flat smelled of baking pizza, enveloping us in a warm cozy feeling of home. It took me back to my childhood days when I would come home from school to the delectable smell of freshly baked cakes and cookies. My mom can whip up anything divine in the kitchen and that includes baking cakes complete with icings and those fancy designs. She has handwritten recipe cards from way back her college days and her most used recipe was the orange chiffon cake which was the house favorite. She never bakes pizza but the one time she did, we were all present to help. My dad tried that trick where you throw the spinning dough in the air and catch it back with one hand as it continuously spins to a thin base. I remembered my mom’s half-hearted  admonishment at my dad’s antics while my siblings and I laughed uproariously at the woeful looking dough that flopped back from the air. I don’t recall how the pizza tasted, though, but the happiness I felt as we sat around the table, laughing while rolling dough and offering crazy suggestions on toppings is forever etched in my mind. And yes, we put pineapple on that pizza which I recently found out was a grave transgression to a proper Italian pizza.

I continued kneading and stretching the dough, its soft smooth texture like a balm to my nostalgic soul. It was very relaxing. I wonder if this was the reason  why so many people love playing with slime? Because if it was, I would understand the buzz, it’s very therapeutic. Also, I realized how making pizza is a lot similar to making friends. I get to choose who I allow to be in my sphere just like when I choose what goes on the pizza toppings. For me, weird toppings are okay as long as they don’t ruin the overall taste of the pizza, otherwise, I can pick them off before eating. In addition to the pizza, my friend Dyo and I cooked chicken adobo (a staple Filipino dish) and it was a hit. Thanks youtube for elevating our mediocre cooking skills up to par. The evening turned out really well. It was an evening to treasure among good friends. 

Oh, and the pizza I helped make was the best ham and mushroom pizza I have ever tasted.

Wilfred and the ham and mushroom pizzaā¤