Weekly Photo Challenge: Fresh

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Fresh fruits acting as fresh flowers.

**This post is in response to Weekly Photo Challenge: Fresh.

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A Workday Escape

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An immediate and easy escape from a long workday is a walk to Burgos Circle and a large Wintermelon Milk Tea of 25% sweetness and crystal sinkers from Serenitea. Easy Fix. 😉

(Taken using iPhone5 Panorama option @ Bonifacio Global City)

**This is in late response to Weekly Photo Challenge: Escape.

The Sign Says… Survive!

Being a mid-level employee for five years now, I have devised ways to cope up with the 8 hours (sometimes 10 or more) of mindless drudgery I call a workday.

Some are preventive… like eating right and exercising.
Some are corrective… like traveling, karaoke and having a drink or two after work.

On the job site itself, I keep a small board where I put words of encouragement and other stuffs just to keep me motivated and focused.
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With this, I got a little curious about what some of my colleagues have posted in their desks to keep themselves going through a tough week.

This one’s a reminder about “Working smart, not hard” and having a work-life balance.
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Now, this next one’s my favorite.

If all else fails…
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I’m glad no one had to use this last one.
Not yet, anyway.

**This post is in late response to Weekly Photo Challenge: The Sign Says.

Happy Wednesday = Fresh Oysters!

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This, coupled with a bottle of beer and good friends…
Aaaah. Life is good.

(Taken using iPad Mini @ Claw Daddy’s, BGC)

Nature’s Trade Off

20130716-231000.jpg “Don’t go around saying the world owes you a living. The world owes you nothing, it was here first.”
– Mark Twain

As a citizen of a developing country, it is satisfying to see actual “development” happening via massive infrastructures being built around you.

But seeing tiny plants in pots forcefully brought inside to live inside these infrastructures, one also cannot help but think: Are we trading off nature for development?

For the sake of development, shall Mother Nature be forced to be a foreground that’s out of focus?

I hope not.

 (Photo taken by cdasma using Samsung Galaxy S4)
 
**This post is in (late) response to Weekly Photo Challenge: In the Background.

A Hearty Meal!

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@ Stacy’s in Bonifacio Global City, Taguig.
**Taken using iPad Mini

Keep Out

I don’t keep my blog site a secret. Though, I don’t overly publicize it as well.
But looking at the visitor and viewer stats, I figured that readers of my blog are very few… and mostly from countries other than mine.

So I was a little shocked to know that my mother has known of my blog, as per my sister. And I immediately told her to NOT read my blog (with a “please” of course).

Not that I have something to hide from her or that I’m feeling like a bratty/rebel teen asking for her privacy (because let’s face it, what’s the point of blogging about something if you don’t want others to read it, right?). But because of two reasons:

1. She will think I’m losing my mind.

I hoped that my blog would be an outlet to rant and release all stresses and unnecessary complaints of everyday reality. So I’m afraid my mother will think I’m starting to lose my sanity and will ask me to move back home or let me see a shrink or something. I just don’t want her to worry.
I once posted a very emo Facebook status and guess what? She called me up and told me not to be so negative. blah blah blah. And I told her, “Ma, relax. I’m fine. Uso lang ang emo sa social networking sites. (Being emo on social networking sites is a thing.)”. After that incident, I created a Twitter account.

2. It’s EMBARRASSING!

Okay. Not only will my mother get to know all my mind grimes, she also gets to check my writing and grammar! I know I’m not the greatest writer in the world (She’s not either. HA!) but still… I can’t forget the day she read a draft essay I wrote back in college. And I got only two words from her: “So elementary!”. Talking about crushing the confidence of your child. HAHA. But she was right. Still… I may have cared 6 or 7 years ago… Now? Eh. So what!

Unfortunately, she’s already seen and read my posts. So, ma, if you’re reading this: “Peace! I miss you and I love you. Thanks for dropping by! Kisses. ;)”

 

**This post is in response to Daily Prompt: Keep Out.