Glow by Lady E

  It was a holiday last Friday. I was supposed to stay home and do some work. My husband also had to have the car fixed. But when I woke up, he said it was already fixed as he left early.  So, I changed my plans and asked him to go out.  At first I only wanted to go to Power Plant.  On the way there, we passed by The Oakwood.  The birdcages near the infinity pool were very popular back then when the hotel first opened. I believe you can sit inside while you lounge by the pool. They’re beautiful. But from my view: Metro Manila cable spaghetti! 🤣 We also passed by my old school, Ateneo.  I took photos of the escalator from parking.  I showed the beautiful mood lighting to my friend.  Of course Power Plant thought of making your experience a pleasant one the moment you enter.   I looked up and click! Our first stop was NBS.  I saw this copy of The Art of War and thought how pretty the cover was. There are other classic titles in the same p...

I never looked twice at pens.  They’re just pens. If they’re cute, they go into the basket.  Little details that made me smile at first glance? Yes, that’s coming home with me.  I used to choose like that. Based on how something looked. How it felt in the moment. How easy it was to say yes. And for a while, it seemed fine. Until I started using them. Ink that skips. Lines that break. Pens that hesitate mid-thought. Small interruptions. But constant. At first, I ignored it. I told myself— it still works. I can adjust. I can press harder. Write slower. Shake the pen and try again. Draw circles until I filled up a whole page. But something shifted. Because I realized… it wasn’t just about the pen. It was about what I was willing to tolerate. Tiny frictions. Quiet interruptions. Things that didn’t quite meet me… but I kept anyway. Not because they were good. But because they were already there. And the cost? Not obvious. Just a subtle loss of flow. A pause where there should ...