Here’s how it all went down. Started off with my usual Sunday stroll, with a couple of deviations.

As usual, here’s your chance to Relive the moment:

Back home for some napping, baking, and blogging. Saw this on the internet and found myself nodding in agreement:

This poem showed up in my Facebook memories, and it still resonates:

Now while my lips are living
   Their words must stay unsaid,
And will my soul remember
   To speak when I am dead?
Yet if my soul remembered
   You would not heed it, dear
For now you must not listen,
   And then you could not hear.
--Sara Teasdale

Anyway, I’m not dwelling on the past so much these days; making the best of what I’ve got is good enough. The cupcakes came out good, had to wait almost 45 minutes for my take-out order at John’s place, but then, I guess you can’t rush quality. Everything was delicious.

I also learned a new phrase in Tagalog: utang na lang, which loosely translates to “I’ll pay you later.” A Filipino customer said that when he couldn’t pay his bar tab. I guess he’s a regular and pays once a month or so. I tried it out, but I can’t take credit. They just laughed.

When I left Hideaway Bar, I walked all the way across town to Baloy road to visit the Snackbar. My favorite, Lydell, was there to greet me. Had a few with her and the other gals, then called it an early night (8 p.m.); I guess these past couple of days have been too much of a good thing.

Woke up early and rested. Even though it is Hash Monday, I decided to take a walk out to Baloy beach and back.

Not a bad little morning beach stroll. You can Relive it here if you like:

I’ll grab a nap, then get ready to Hash. That’s the way I roll.