Last week’s night out is the closest thing I could think of of a summer getaway. It’s already the month of May and I haven’t been to any resort (beach, pool or spring). I went to the beach too early (February). 😀 My time—or should I say, mine and my officemates’ time—is occupied by the routine at work. Maybe all of us were too busy to notice that summer is slipping away, fast and unnoticed, and the thought of some summer adventure only occurred to us in passing. Haay…
I have one good reason to celebrate.
Because the month of April marks crumbs‘ one year.
That made me smile — a big one plastered on my face right now. 😀 I still can’t believe that I’ve been blogging (seriously) for a year. A couple of years ago, I used to maintain a (very inactive) blog somewhere else (in a social networking site 😀 ). I wasn’t even aware of the existence of WordPress then! Thanks to Tim, who encouraged me to attend the i-blog summit in UP last year. I’d say it was “enlightening.” If I hadn’t joined, I wouldn’t have discovered the fun of sharing my thoughts to the rest of the world and getting a response from whoever reads whatever I have written. The biggest reward of blogging, for me, is gaining friends that ordinarily I wouldn’t have met if I wasn’t here. You, people in my blogroll, I thank you—for sharing bits and pieces of your life and letting me share mine. 🙂
Cheers to us!
P.S – I have also started a photo blog here. You might want to take a look. I’d appreciate it very much. 🙂
I got a surprise call yesterday afternoon from my little friend, Elvira Marie (Oh, my God! I’m not supposed to call her “little” because she’s dalaga na pala! 😀 ) She wanted to say “hello” and ask how I’m doing that’s why she called. And to tell me that she’s got a cellphone now and I can call or text her anytime. Also, that she has a textmate who is a boy from school and who had been annoying her for a long time (sa text) kaya pinansin niya na.
Elvira Marie or Em-em, by the way, is eight years old, the daughter of a former officemate. I met her when she was three and an only child then, and she thought I am her sister because I call her mom (who was my officemate) Inay. She really believed that we’re siblings and I only live in another house. She used to call me ate or just by my name before. Only when she turned seven did she start calling me Tita, after her baby sister was born. Maybe she had figured out that I’m way too old to be her sis and I really am not her mom’s daughter.
I adore this little girl (dalaginding pala). I like talking to her and listening to her stories and childish rants. Her whole family had “adopted” me already in their circle. Sis pa din tayo Em, ha? Ite-text kita, `wag kang mag-alala. Take care, little lady. 😉