Where is Diane?

Jonah is used to that query. Edgar got asked "Is Diane there?" via text while he was having a meeting with DILG-ARMM inside the conference room. And once most of my officemates had to wearily look up from their work and search their desks because I was making a bigger nuisance of myself than usual -- you guessed right, desperately looking for Diane.

Diane is my Diane Lane mug. Having my morning cup of coffee (it literally lasts me till lunchtime) in that mug is the closest I can get to having coffee with Diane. So whenever, I'm at the office, it's part of my morning ritual (aside from clearing the tabletop of debris).

So why do I have to keep looking for Diane? a) because it sounds work-related, as if I'm looking for a workmate to ask her about workstuff, naks, as opposed to just fixing a cup of coffee; b) because I tend to be forgetful (very short short-term memory); c) because Jonah has all these special hiding places and I haven't figured out all of them; d) because it sounds like Black-Eyed Peas's "Where is the love?" (which also sounds like "Where is dalag?" but I digress) and it's symbolic of my lifelong search for... well, most anything; d) ol op da abab.

Anyways, this morning I had to go searching for her again. I checked out Jonah's hiding places a few times and so did she. Not until after I had done an office-wide search did we find her. In the special hiding place, where she's usually kept, and which Jonah and I had checked not a few times minutes before.

I'm tempted to say that the morning's event goes to prove that what you're looking for could be right under your very nose. But then it's also plausible to say that sometimes, it's the search and the journey that make discovery more special.

My final anyways, Diane's here and we're happily having coffee (or at least I am). :)