Loyalty, Required

Recent events in my life got me thinking about friends and friendships. I have realized that loyalty is an underrated quality in friendships. My friends have to be loyal. I need friends who are loyal. I don't mean the I-will-stand-by-you-whether-you're-right-or-wrong kind of steadfastness, but the I-will-be-there-to-listen-to-you-and-will-be-honest-with-you-and-will-not-judge-you-but-will-believe-in-the-best-of-you kind of allegiance.

Loyal friends are not pushovers. They're not doormats. I don't need that. I don't need friends who are blind to personal culpability. On the contrary, my truly loyal friends call me out in times when I need it, and they seek for the truth from me without talking about me maliciously behind my back. They are the friends who simply listen.

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I am not as cynical as our friend, Kurt Cobain, above, but I certainly am already jaded. Can you blame me? Nevertheless, I am still grateful that I have true and loyal friends. There's not a lot of them. Yes, that's the truth, but I have come to the conclusion that quality always trumps quantity.

I Get By With A Little Help From My Friends

Last Saturday, the Husband and I had dinner and drinks with a few of our favorite people. It was a fun night of conversations about tennis, politics, Breaking Bad, Game of Thrones, vacations and childhood memories we may have already told each other but don't mind retelling. The best thing about that night was that we met up at 7 pm and we bid each other good night at 3 am, AND we talked about work for five minutes TOPS. Ah, bliss.

people the Husband and I work with but spend time with outside of work

Belle and me

Von and Belle

the Husband and me

Simply J's Banoffee

♥

It's These Little Things

Bedtime stories with my little princess.
Singing to 90s alternative rock songs in the car with the Husband.
DVD nights.
Karaoke nights with the gang.
Gelato.
Chunky peanut butter sandwiches with Chuckie.
Going to the beach.
Sunday drives.
My brothers and my sister.
Travels and adventures.
Random text messages from Maize.
Staycations.
My seven-year-old's letters and notes to me.
Crisp, fresh sheets.
My handful of true and loyal friends.
The UP Diliman campus.
My shoe, book and bikini collection.
A good gig.
A great book.
Having the time to read.
An awesome film.
My little one's hands. And feet. And cheeks. ♥
The Husband singing in my ear.
My mom and dad - the best parents a girl can ask for.
Inspiration.
A breathtaking piece of jewelry.
Cheap but adorable trinkets.
Conversations with Belle, Hazel, Rosey, Graeco, Alveel and Arvy.
Laughter.
Leisurely walks.
Losing weight.
Seashells.
The Husband's hugs. My little girl's kisses.
Rainy nights.
Windy days with just enough sunshine.
Bubbles.
Gelato. Oh, I said that already.
Wit and humor.
The ability to admit you're human. That you get hurt, too.
The capacity to see beyond the drama and pettiness.
The strength to stand by your ground and speak your mind when you feel you have been wronged.
The wisdom to choose your battles and to let go when it has becomes pointless.
The humility to accept that you have been hurtful and out of the line.
The courage to move on and just do better.

How about you?

What makes you smile?
                                    What keeps you inspired?
                                                                           What are you thankful for?

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