this is happiness

I could not be happier. This afternoon, I woke up to an unexpected message from my best friend. She was asking me for a meet up and, of course, I was simply more than willing. We have not met for more than a month now and I just have so much to tell her.

We decided to have dinner at Jollibee, our favorite spot. She was already there when I arrived, clad on a long sleeved blouse and with that black bag I have never yet. Well, it was just the same old menu: crispy fried chicken and spaghetti in thick sauce. Then there were exchange of stories about each one of us, the rumors that seem to be part of us, and then some plans for our next meet ups. We usually plan to see each other again the next day or two or the coming weekend; albeit some plans rather end up as plans and never really happen due to some reasons.

Just the same, I am thankful. I could not be happier. I feel complete once again.

friday again and i am thankful

It's 4:21 AM and my writing tasks are done. I could not think of any thing better to do than update this blog and tell online readers who chance upon my blog that I am simply thankful for yesterday- another Friday.

I remember. I have already wrote about Fridays and how they appeal to me. But yesterday which was Friday has another story to tell. Alright, let me start the ordeal.

I arrived home almost 8AM and there was this lady who was selling native delicacies. She regularly comes with a basket of these foods every morning, but it was only yesterday that I decided to try on some of these delicacies. I had it for breakfast along with beef-flavored instant noodles and I think it was a delicious pair. Might as well try it again tomorrow.

I know nothing is so special with having such food for breakfast. These are very ordinary foods any one can get from the market. But let me tell you. The taste of that rice delicacy reminded me of my childhood trips to my maternal grandparents' home. It had a familiar taste and texture which I have not had for almost two decades now. The lady who used to sell those rice cakes to my lolo daddy and lola mommy no longer lives in my grannies' neighborhood and no one has ever come up with something similar to those rice cakes she made.

The evening gave me more reasons to be thankful. When I entered Jollibee to have my dinner, Jollibee, the mascot, welcomed me with a warm hug and awakened the child in me. I was so overwhelmed and was laughing. I was very happy. I was not expecting such welcome and that hug. You see, that was the first time I had such surprise in my entire life.

I texted my closest friends about the Jollibee surprise and, not yet contented, I decided to go home and share the story and my pictures with Jollibee the mascot. I was really happy and I still am until this day.

Surprises. Simple pleasures. Thanks for all these blessings.