Weekend R&R At Tagaytay

I was a bit dissatisfied with our annual Baguio trip at the tail end of 2010 and coaxed TheHusband to go to Tagaytay for a brief R&R. Our Tagaytay trip, as with any of our other trips, was the same---Pancake House and Starbucks. Well, we're creatures of habit, and we do not usually stray out of our "formula." I think the "consistency" gives my obsessive-compulsive self some comfort and relaxation. [I guess no backpacking tours for me then. Well, I'd make an exception for Taj Mahal and Angkor Wat.] We first went to the Our Lady of Lourdes Church, and that was where we found this darling. She shares Sharkteeth's name and is no less pretty (hehehehe, patronize you own, right?). She's a sweetheart but is a bit shy. I asked for her human's permission to take a picture, and while he acquiesced, she wouldn't let me take her picture---turning her beautiful head this way or that and at one point even faced the other way as if saying that I can kiss her ass.  This is the only decent picture I got of her face and oh so beautiful eyes.

There's Sharkteeth reading the Sunday paper, or rather, the comics section of the Sunday paper. There was once a point when she was little that I got worried because she didn't seem to like reading, which was odd because TheHusband and I love to read, as well as our respective parents, and I was all, "hmmmm, she doesn't resemble me a bit and doesn't like reading? She really might have been exchanged at the hospital's nursery after all." [Hahahaha, kidding bebe ghel---seeing the sharp flash in your eyes when you are angry is enough proof that you're mine!]  Of course, that's just me being a paranoid mudrakels because when she learned how to read, she never stopped. You know what my nerdlet asked for Christmas, well, aside from the requisite toys and dolls?  A book! I shouldn't have worried about her not liking reading. Which reminds me, Baduday posted this link in her FB. Do read it---it's quite funny. Sample: "[N]othing sucks worse than a girl who reads. Do it [date an illiterate girl], I say, because a life in purgatory is better than a life in hell. Do it, because a girl who reads possesses a vocabulary that can describe that amorphous discontent as a life unfulfilled—a vocabulary that parses the innate beauty of the world and makes it an accessible necessity instead of an alien wonder. A girl who reads lays claim to a vocabulary that distinguishes between the specious and soulless rhetoric of someone who cannot love her, and the inarticulate desperation of someone who loves her too much. A vocabulary, god damnit, that makes my vacuous sophistry a cheap trick."

No matter how many times I've been in Tagaytay, I never fail to take a picture of Taal Volcano, though I have yet to go to the volcano, or the lake, itself. Sharkteeth told me to shoot her down the crater ala Angry Birds. Oooooo-weeeeeee!

The weather was a bit bipolar---misty with brief light shower that gave way to a bright sunshine with a touch of cool wind just a few moments later. Relaxing indeed.