"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and their entrances, and one man in his time plays many parts..." - William Shakespeare. I think i've overused this phrase for the millionth time but it still stays relevant to me. While the one party mourns the lost of a loved one, the other celebrates the birth of a newborn. People come and go in life and time surfaces almost every untold story. It's been already a month into my holiday and it seems like i've lost track of time. Losing track of time is not a bad thing after all. Although the constant need for to ensure your schedules are on track might already become second nature, it can be extremely daunting overtime. That's if you'd ever take a step back. But it does not equate to losing yourself, though.
Last week's tea at Wild Honey was awesome and it certainly brings back memories. I remember how mom and I joined aunt for brunch four years ago at the same place. What's different is, grandpa has proceeded to the rainbow bridge. On a lighter note, the waffles were so good that grandma finished a good portion of it before I could even finish my burrito!
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